BigPapaBelial

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Drevan worked his magic on the UGV's control rig, covering his squishy co workers as they got into their vehicle. He chattered rounds at the approaching fighters. "I can do my best to take out as many as I can, and draw off as many as I can too." He peppered a truck as it pulled up at the other end of the market with one hand, while he primed and prepped the onboard explosive charges with the other. He still had loads of time on the UGV, as it also had an auto counter to set the charges off, but the manual detonator was there as well.

He looked up briefly from the UGV control rig and looked up at the connection to the UAV, he'd set it on course back and the backdoor he had put in should be running out shortly. He listened absently to the conversation that Martin was having, just as the signal dropped he made a gesture saying they were clear. He really felt sorry for the CIA, they had some good hackers and techies. But he is just so much better then them. He looked over at Martin as he came back into the room. Drevan tried his best to keep his smug grin out of his voice, "The CIA ought to try and make their passwords less easy to data mine out of their systems. All it takes is a little time and determination."

Drevan focused back on the UGV. He powered the tracked beast up and over a stall, pattering rounds out at the vehicles the enemy were using as they approached. He waited as they pulled by and began to follow them all as the rest of the team pulled off in their truck. Drevan immediately hammered the rear units with nice heavy barks from the GMG. Several of the pursuing vehicles fliping on their sides or end over end as the rounds kicked into them. He laughed, "Liberty, Lancaster, Cavalier, I can lead maybe one or two of those off, they are going to want to get some idea of who made this thing. The rest are yours." He peeled the UGV off, and down a street, a pair of the remaining vehicles following him.

Drevan grinned, making for Ahmedabad at top speed. He turned the turret and kicked rounds from the LMGs, trying to urge the vehicles closer. Radar pinged only a few civilians in the street, and none of them held guns, in fact most of them were running from the gun fire. Drevan pulled the UGV to a stop and steve-nashed his index finger and thumb, then flicked the manual detonator. The UGV gave a kick, drove forward on it;s own power, just far enough that the trucks followed close. Then the UGV went up in flames, sending shrapnel up in a high arch. Drevan laughed, "Big big boom! I have got to let the ordnance group know they did an awesome job with packing those explosives!" he laughed then pushed the UGV controller off to one side and worked to get the visuals from the team back onto the feeds, "I'm out people. You're on your own on the ground."

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Carl looked down the slope then growled, grabbing his LMG, slapping his second to last magazine into place. He gave the loading handle a pull then braced himself. He spit out bursts of rounds, suppressing the Taliban fighters heading up the slope. He couldn't move, his ankle just hurt to much while the painkiller is kicking in. He sprayed the hill as best he can just trying to pin the Taliban down. He ducked when he heard the first boom.

Nolan rested the butt of his rifle against his shoulder, "I see'em..." He trailed off as he adjusted his scope doping. He he took a few deep breathes, then held the last breath, he slid the bolt forward, chambering a round. Then carefully squeezed the trigger. The rifle roared, a big heavy round whispered down the hill. It punched right through the knee of a man peeking around a boulder. Obviously apparent that Nolan isn't looking for pure killshots. He just wants to keep them off the quad down below. He switched targets, working the bolt as he used shoulder and hand on the trigger to swing the rifle over to get a new target. The bolt slide home just as he drew another bead, and squeezed again. That round took a man's arm off at the shoulder, sending him spinning away in one direction and his arm flying down the mountain side. Nolan switched targets, he checked down the slope and spotted some flankers, "Andrew, targets 310, I can't get to them, pin'em down would you?" He fired again, this one likely his only true kill shot of the day by sniper standards. The round went right through the Fatal Tee. He didn't bother lingering. Snipers being a force multiplier he wanted to multiply their force as damned much as he could.

Carl groaned, looking up as the chopper arrived. He rattled off a few shots, and tried to get to his feet. He instead yelled in pain. And barked a few more rounds back down the slope. No way in hell is he walking on that ankle alone. He grabbed Ross' shoulder as the Brit came back for him, using his commanding officers shoulder to help him to his feet. He limped to the helo, then with Ross's help threw himself aboard, crawling the rest of the way, stopping by the field-kit on the wall, and began to pull his boot and part of his leg armor off, grabbing for the splint and the dressings.

He grinned as he heard the sound of the round bouncing off the door gunners helmet, "You're lucky! Any other time that would have been fatal." He grit his teeth, and started to bind up his ankle, he looked at his ankle, without the support of his boot, it had swelled up to something the size of a grapefruit. He chuckled, "Medics are gonna kill me. Can we go home now? Atleast for a little while?"

Down below Nolan stopped firing, letting his heavy rifle go silent. He carefully adjusted the front of the hide the pair of snipers are in, "And now...we wait...we're up high enough that they may think we jumped aboard the chopper." He reached over and put some snow into his mouth, to keep down the amount of breath steam that could give away his position, "Game on bitches."

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Elsewhere, At the Wakhan theatre

A silver and red haired man, cigar in hand, leaned over a tactics table. A large map detailing the situation in Wakhan province. He takes a look at the map then nods, "So give me the layout then Colonel." A younger man nods, "General sir, we have the Brussels group penned in finally, nice and tight here. Fort Breshna, or Fort Lightning, old school fort, enough room for about eight hundred people or there abouts. Don't think the group has even that much left. Between the Russians, The Chinese at the border, the French, German, and US troops, as well as counting Vympel, Spetznaz, Devgru, Marine and JTF2 units that are in the area, I believe we've wiped out eighty percent of the group. Sadly the last twenty percent, is their cream of the crop. These guys were the ones they held in check, and the guys who were at Brussels were the newbies."

The General nodded taking a look at the map, "Alright. So these guys are going to be armed, armored and ready to roll. Is our prime target here?" The Colonel nodded, "Yes indeed sir, there was a joint strike on his strong hold by a Spetznaz and JTF2 team, well he had to flee, and a lot places he wanted to go too, didn't let him in. So he managed to sneak in here. Our Facilitator is in Wakhan at Lightning." The General chuckled, "All this time he tried to pull fast ones, getting out and now here he is stuck in the last place he wanted to be."

The Colonel nods smiling brightly. The General hrms, "Now what about assets? What have we got on site?" The Colonel chuckled, "Five thousand soldiers, from pretty much everyone in the Coalition. We have a team of CSOR and JTF2, A Spetznaz and Vympel team, Special Ops Group out of France. Just to name a few anyway. We have reason to believe that the PLA has put units of their Spec Ops Battalion and their SOF on alert on their side of the border. No one is getting out of Wakhan unless we let them out. The US, French and German armies have the province bottled up tighter then a virgins asshole on prom-night. We have control, and with armored units patrolling the area, we can have QRFs on site at almost any flashpoint in the province." The general clapped in appreciation, "Then this is going the way we hoped."

The General finally moved over and tapped a list of names, and units, "So we have Special Operations forces from alot of nations, but what about the heavy hitters? I see none of them have been checked off." The Colonel shakes his head, "No sir. Almost all of them are out on assignment. Knight has been in Pakistan for a few days now, but I'm told they managed to exfil just last night. Lt. Carl Cardinal twisted his ankle and is in the infirmary, but he'll recover. We can contact them ASAP. Last we heard, the Perth group is available, but one Natalie got shrapnel wounds, and is recovering. Lastly Cordite assisted in Knights exfiltration. And should be on their way back. We can send a whirly bird to pick them up if needed sir." The general nods, "Get that done, and let both Knight and Cordite know what's coming. I'll deal with Perth. They are gonna want money, but we ave the backing of a good dozen nations in on this, I think we have it. And I bet they have a personal stake in this."

The general picked up a phone and called a number to the central office of the Perth Private Military Contractors. Stating his name, General Felix Zaza Lawrence, Overall Commander of Forces in Wakhan. And he had a job for the PMC, one that will change the world.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Down an alley, up a set of stairs and slipped into an unused warehouse parking lot sat a big cargo container, inside among some extra little things like extra weapons, and ammo if the group had needed it, sat a tracked UAV about the size of a horse, about 2 and a half feet wide, 3 feet and maybe a quarter tall, the GMG and the LMGs attached to it.

As everyone is getting in position and the first moves are made, Drevan hits a few buttons, the bolts on the container explosively detaching. The panel fell forward, and the UGV ground out. Drevan at the controller. Inside the container a few timed thermite grenades begin to tick, most of the stuff in there is cheap so it's not a HUGE loss. Drevan gives the controls a careful check, rotating the small turret atop it, dry firing the guns to make sure the orders can go through. As he rolls out into the street, scaring a few of the people on the street he's already loading the weapons.

As a group of fighters ran over to check on what's going on at the Hashish bar, the UGV rolled out of a side street. Right into their line of travel. The two LMGs already trained down the street towards them. Drevan grinned broadly, "Hello gentleman." The men drew pistols and in a few cases a couple of small carbines. They opened fire on the UGV. The rounds kicking and pinging off it's light armoring. Drevan laughed then depressed the trigger on his control pad. The LMGs clattering. Cutting the men down. The market burst into chaos, as the sound of the heavy rounds sent people diving for cover. Drevan picked his moments to fire, cutting down a few more men that ran to Hassam's postion.

Drevan chuckled, keying into the groups comms, "Outside is clear for now. I've got the UGV out here." He looked over to another feed. "Sadly I need to send the UAV back, if I don't it'll reach low fuel and the 'Muricans will know something is wrong." He reached over and typed in some commands, turning the UAV back around, "We've lost our eye in the sky guys. Got 3 hours left on the UGV before it's timed explosives go off. Or someone lands a lucky hit. Shall we?"

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Carl winced as he had to slow down, falling behind some and sighing when Ross had to come back for him. He growled, "Teaches me to crash in a perfectly good helicopter." He let himself be helped up to the LZ then had to sit down, digging around in his pouches for another painkiller, "The medics are going to have a field day with me. I'm never going to live this down." He swallowed a painkiller with a splash of water. Looking around. He took pulled out a purple smoke canister and added it to the drop smoke. Just to make sure. He groaned a little, the adjusted himself so he had a firing line down the slop they came up. Just in case they had to defend their position, his jacked up ankle wouldn't let him move all that much anymore, so he had to trust in his armor for this one.

Nolan sat with his back against one of the walls of the hide. Looking out at the snowy scene. Keen eyes picking out the forms of the SEALs and the Juggernauts out there. He hrmed, finishing off the last bite of the energy bar he'd been nibbling on, "Gotta give it to them, they don't give up." He wiggled back down and got into position with his rifle. Tucking the butt against his shoulder, and checking his sighting card again, familiarizing himself with the distances they had calculated when they had set in. He adjusted his position and looked carefully out at the lower reaches of the their operation area. He looked for Lookie-loos, peekers, scouts for the enemy that they all knew were likely behind the quartet down below. He rubbed his chin, "Think those bastards down below are going to make a try for it? I don't see anyone obvious...doesn't mean they don't have someone watching, and radioing to whatever fighters are in range that the group of escapees are at a stop now."

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Drevan smiled for abit longer. Then leans back in, adjusting the gain on the feed he's getting from Liberty. He hrmed then brought the feed from the UAV up on an adajacent monitor, with some keystrokes he had the two feeds synqed up and an overlay of which way Liberty is looking along with where the feeds and signal triangulation told him where Hassam is. He nodded," Okay Liberty, turn to your right, down that aisle there, looking out down it, he's about, 27 meters in front of you." He called up a general layout of the bazaar the usual way it's set up on a usual day. He checked all three like a manic meerkat for a few moments, "That's him right there, passing the carpet vendor at you one o' clock. That's our boy. Let him walk...it's Lancaster and Cavalier's game once he's in that bar." He pushed himself over to another console. This one had a portable joystick rig, with a lap mount and a simplifed throttle and turret rig.

A biggest, most shit-eatting, evil grin crossed the hackers face, "Something creative huh? I could do this...or...well hmmm." He set the control rig nearby, "I can set something up quite nicely. Unless you want something subtle." He reached for one of the drinks, saluting Martin with it, "Salud." He took a quick little bolt of the drink then set it down away from the rig. He checked the UAV, watching the approaches to the hashish bar closely, just in case some lookie-loos or some of Hassam's cronies showed up. He pulled the control rig up, and initiated the start up sequence on the UGV. The big steel container the tracked UGV is hidden in shudders, as the UGV grinds to life. Weapons systems cue up, the pair of linked L86 LMGs showing full belted clips, modified to fire from belt rather then a magazine. The Striker GMG full loading, and guidance systems coming up. He smiled, and waited, not wanting to jump the gun too soon. Even though it felt incredible to have that kind of power in his lap.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Drevan bit his lower lip, setting the Net-worms to working. He scooted back over to the main terminal, "Don't worry the CIA will never know, I have this IP on a Black List, and I'm bouncing our signal through a number of routers and proxy servers. The CIA hackers are good, but they aren't me. I've been using some really trick glitches and hacks to make sure it doesn't come back to us." He tapped away at a keyboard, "I'm pretty sure we can get away with this. No one will track it. The UAV is armed, six Hellfires. But if things go south we won't need them. Our people on the ground have what they need, and if shit dives we have the UGV. I'm not going to waste taxpayer dollars on this."

He pushed over to another bank of monitors, "Liberty, I have Hassam on the UAV camera's, he's moving now. I'll keep watch on him, the UAV has one and a half hours on station, hopefully we won't need all that. I'll have to send this thing back before then of course." He kept working, keeping an eye on the UAV's feed. He bit his lower lip again, "Okay, Liberty he just took a left turn at the next intersection, there's some overhangs coming up, and what looks like an open air bazaar. I'm most likely to going to have a shit time keeping an eye on him in the tarps and tents, I'll do my best to keep him green lit. If you can, find yourself a overlook, and keep scanning ground side. And make sure your camera has a clear view."

He scooted over to another terminal, "Come on then baby...let's play...give it up nicely..." He began clicking away at two keyboards at once, "Here's come the Reaper...alright..." He kept working, smiling, "This is...almost easy..." The camera on the UAV zoomed right in and got them visuals clear and crystal as Hassam passed into the bazaar, "Green on the visuals, no chance of it being wrong. It's him." He clicked into another monitor, the bio on Hassam coming up, and flashing green, "But he's in that Bazaar now. Liberty, keep an eye on him as best you can. As soon as he comes out of there I'll know and I'll give you a bearing."

Drevan looked up at Martin, "You don't get anymore clear then that." He nodded towards the captured image of Hassam.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Drevan Kaii, a middle aged, strawberry blonde man quietly sat in front of the flaring brightness of about sixteen monitors, the hum of seven, fifty terabyte servers whined behind him, five two terabyte HDD, fourteen gig RAM towers snuggled under the table to one side allowing him five keyboards, five mice and a set of surround sound speakers just in case. Drevan is so used to the sound he doesn't even hear it not one bit. But he does hear the conversations coming from the agents mics and other audio pick ups that he had secreted in their kit.

Looking over to one of the many monitors forming a semi circle, three layers tall above and around him, he checks to make sure that there are no traces on any of the back doors that he had installed in the computer systems near the operation area. He sniffed softly then blinked as one of the monitors blinked. At that time he heard Martin walk in. He waved as he turned the camera on the monitor on. "Bastion! Hey man. You find what I'm looking for?" The face of a Guy Fawkes mask looked back at him. The voice of a young man responding, "Yeah we got the code. This is verging on Black Hat here, Factor. We can't be tied to this." Drevan nodded, "Don't worry about it Bastion just give me the code and I'll do the rest. No one will know. I promise you." The Skype window soon had a code written into the chat area. Which Drevan copied and sent over to another screen to be used for something else. Drevan smiled, "Thanks Basti. I'll talk to you later." He signed out of the Skype call then looked to Martin, "A drink to calm my nerves boss? I guess it couldn't hurt. Do I need to go mix my own?"

Drevan turned back to the screens then smiled, "Keeping Hassam shouldn't be too much of a problem. Having eyes on the ground would help yes. But...I think I just got some eyes in the sky. Old friends of mine got the codes to a UAV that's in the air. And I've...ummm...appropriated it. The US Military will never know it's missing mind."

He smiled brightly, keying into Liberty's channel, "Liberty, Bugcatcher here, pull the switch now on your camera would you? I'm going to need eyes on the ground just in case." He reached over and slaved a monitor to the video feed he hoped came soon. He looked up at Martin, "Don't worry Boss I've got them covered. And the UGV is tucked away, and can role out in seconds. I made sure it has a pair of L86A1 LSWs slaved into it, and a Mk47 Striker onboard as well just in case. If push comes to shove and the team needs help there's a nice multinational unit down there that will really screw up people's minds if it gets too damaged to use."

He looked up sharply, then scooted over, "Excuse me a second boss. My worms just located a search on Hassam. Lemme see to this." His fingers began to fly.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Name: Drevan Kaii
Codename (Radio Call): Bugcatcher
Age: 34
Nationality: Canadian, Vancouver Born and bred
Role: Hacker/Support personnel

Appearance:


Picture taken by a wireless drone, mere moments before it was spotted, swatted and the operator found over Hacknet and had his system aggressively burned out.

Standing a pretty average 5 foot 6 inches, red-blonde hair, black eyes. A good 221 pounds almost none of it fat. Mostly tanned skin over muscle. Clean shaven, well groomed. nothing like what someone would expect from a hacker. His tendency to wear hoodies even in the warmest weather makes him a little bit of a unique character. Usually under that he'll have fine nylon or silk shirt, and pants, no one has yet seen his underwear to tell what that looks like. He's usually styled up quite plainly. Only when going out on the town will he put any kind of gel or cologne on. Red-blonde hair on just barely pale skin. He's not all that remarkable when it comes down to things. When he's out and about he tends to wear a broad brimmed Panama hat, usually in charcoal black, a black designer leather jacket, silk shirt and khaki jacket. Often with extra pockets sewn into it, just in case.

Personality:

A fine balance between introvert and extrovert. Willing to go out and party, he's a regular at his local gym. But he really does enjoy his alone time, in his flat, with his books, and computer. He'll gladly go out to a bar or party. But he'll just as quickly take to his home office and his bank of computers, servers and hack tools as well.

Service/History:

Growing up on the "mean" streets of Vancouver. What a place, the biggest melting pot in all of Canada. One of the greatest jewels of the nation. It was fun and giggles for Drevan's early years. He'd done his time in school. Excelling at all things social studies, computers and technology. It was in high school that he got into a differant crowd. He met the Anonymous Crew online. Mostly by accident. He'd been scrolling through some reddit, tumblr and 4chan posts. He'd expressed interest in furthering his knowledge of computers and the cyberworld.

This began a world wide, whirlwind time of learning. He was given a Hackers Starter kit of programs and little widgets for his PC and laptop. Wifi tappers, worms, moles, aggressive tunnelers and various other goodies. He joined minor operations to grab information about incidents and problems and passed them on to others who could use it. He joined DDoS attacks, Leak operations. Ripped the innards out of a "secure" database almost all on his own. He got good. So good, that for a time, he went Black Hat. He ripped information, and ideas and sold them to the people who could use them. He became abit of a notorious figure under several names. Joining Lulsec for a time, but by then he had made a name all his own, and he didn't want to be tied down.

One day he was given an unexpected challenge. While writing a paper for a college class, he recieved an email, with an anonymous sender, saying they wanted a system broken into, and the information within, ripped out, cleaned out and sent back to them. Drevan knew nothing about Sierra at this point. So he took the job, he finished his paper, and began the hack. By then he had a whole bank of computers, servers and towers he used to do his hacks. And a whole wall of touchscreen monitors that he could use to keep track of the on going hack. And so it began. He covertly tunneled into the system, broke it's security, installed back doors just in case and began to datamine. He quickly learned that this system was a private system. Owned by a group with military and espionage capabilities. That's when he saw it. Someone had put a trace on him.

What followed was a race. He needed to get out of the system, dust the trace and clean his trail. He wasn't quite fast enough. He soon had armed men in his flat. And a single suited man, who offered him a job, in exchange for the clearing of his record. Drevan agreed, and ditched his old alias. And became Bugcatcher, Reserve Member of Sierra Espionage. His kit and rigs were now 100 times as powerful as they were before with Sierra backing, his programs super-charged. If you wanted into a system, lights, doors and cameras slaved. He was your boy.

Other: Despite having money to burn, Drevan/Bugcatcher drives an old Jeep Cherokee. Mind you, he's kitted it out with aluminum body panels making it lighter, and a tricked out, powerful V10 engine. Giving the thing one hell of a powerful kick. A mobile hotspot, it allows him to set up a mini-office almost anywhere. Giving him mobility to hack from right outside a target location if he needs too. The newest Android cellphone the LG G4 is what he tends to use most. Onto which he's loaded some very choice remote hacking software. He'll occasionally also have a couriers bag over one shoulder, with one of his smaller, high end laptops in it, as well as any other additional gear he might need.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor let out a low soft sigh and nodded. He has his life back, he thought she was gone, but she is back. He couldn't feel any better then this at this moment. He knelt on the floor, holding on of Natalie's hands, his head bowed again her chest after the kiss. He didn't care about anything else at the moment, his only concern, is keeping her alive. They still had so much to do. As they flew he thought that the PMC and all callers would give them a little time perhaps. They'd both survived an explosion, and Natalie needed to go on the mend for abit. A few weeks wouldn't hurt anything.

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Wakhan province, near the border

Carl grit his teeth, that last fucking rock he had stepped on had been slippery and he'd twinged his ankle again! He hadn't had time to do more then wrap it during a rest stop some time back. He had twisted it after the crash. Cranked it good, it wasn't broken as he could walk on it, but it wasn't healed up either. A very bad sprain. But he was toughing through it. Every step he took felt like a knife being thrust into his calf, but he just wasn't willing to use something as a crutch. He blew out a long deep breath, hard and fast, clearing his nostrils. Bringing his LMG up to his shoulder for the thousandth time it felt like. He scanned the area behind them through his scope. He grunted as he lowered the weapon and limped higher.

After abit Ramsay spoke up. Carl couldn't help but chuckle a little, "How'd we get into this? That is...a really damned good question." He used the butt of his LMG to help him up a ridge before responding, "I was Canadian Armed Forces, big fire fight, got my hands on a LMG kept back a whole Taliban raider group, took three rounds, leg, arm and shoulder. Got out of their, and was put into the Canadian Rangers, the incorrectly named Arctic Patrol. Someone heard about what I did with an LMG, they brought me down presented me with one of those." He pointed at Ross, "The suit he's got on. Of course I accepted the job but I sent the suit back to Canada, got this sleek beauty you see here back. They put me and Capn Ross together after that." He winced and nearly stumbled as his ankle twinged again.

Vigil!

I think it's dead Jim...

Been a few days short of a month since the last IC post.