BigPapaBelial

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP) Interest Check

I of course am working on my CBRN trained character. Never know when you will need someone who knows his way around those types of hazards. We can't all walk a dirty nuke out of an AO. Sometimes you need some actual training.

You've got me my friend. You've got me.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

I want to apologize to everyone. I'm so sorry.

It's my fault I know. Konrad heading off to school, I figured he wouldn't be back for who knows how long, so I was prepared to wait until the christmas break for him to begin posting again. So I just kinda drifted away.

Then there was Fallout 4 coming out and taking me hostage, making it hard for me to tear myself away. Today is in fact the first day where I haven't played it for longer then 2 hours.

I want to apologize from the bottom of my heart, truly sincerely for my lack of ability to post. And my piss poor posting at that.

I'm doing you all a huge disservice for not posting more regularly. None of you deserve that.

I am truly deeply sorry.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Draven clicked away at his keyboard, "I got you all. Sorry about the commentary. That hack was intense. Like sex, digitally, and without worry of STDs." He chuckled. Bringing up the security feeds he started to record short spurts of video for the cameras. Including when gaurds moved past them while on patrol. He looked up and smiled, "Okay I've got just about everything I need to make it look like everything is fine. I have control of all the cameras, alarms as well as out going communications. Incoming Comms are on another line but I can do something about that shortly. Let's see what can I give you." He worked at the control he had biting his bottom lip softly as he worked.

He grinned, "No one can send anything out. Give me abit with sending anything in. I can blank the cameras and put up images of them working on their end. No one will see you. I can't do anything about gaurd rotations on my end. It'd be too sticky to do that." He clicked his way through what he had, "Top floors the objective. Get that back door in for me, and there won't be a hint of anything on there."

With several swipes of his fingers and clicks of the mouse he had a variety of applications open ready to go. Data miners warming up, viruses, malware and deadly like security killers. He could burn the servers out too with something his friends had cooked up recently. And he brought that up too, "Alright. Let's do this, I have the cameras ready to go. I can shut them down in sequence as you go."

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Nolan darted out to the next cover point being very careful as he went. The patrol that Andrew had spotted continued on. Nolan slipped into cover. Turning his head slowly scanning the area. His pistol coming up to cover Andrew as he moved up. As Andrew moved up and got in cover Nolan scanned about. He listened carefully for any approaching enemies. Then leaned out and darted just a little further, melding into shadow. He looked Andrew's way, "Right, be careful. I got this weird itchy feeling on the back of my neck like I've got a high powered scope watching me." Nolan darted across one of the pathways of the camp. Sliding into a shadow, peering up the path, then back down it. Before continuing on his way to the IFVs.

He got down on his hands and knees, and crawled under the first one. This thing had been repaired and broken, and repaired and broken so many times, that it had holes in places the mechanics just couldn't take the time to repair. Nolan wiggled his way under and found a breach in the chassis armor, a rough, dirty and rusty hole in the bottom just forward of the engine. He sighed and whispered into his mic, "I'm gonna get tetanus from this aren't I?" Pulling out a stick of C4 he stuffed it up in there, making sure that it would kick off and atleast destroy the engine. Who knows he might be able to get the fuel tank too, set the IFV aflame. He carefully crawls his way out from under the IFV.

Stopping dead when he's mostly out, as a soldier comes walking around from the side. Before the woman by the looks of her can say anything Nolan has grabbed her in a headlock. Cranking it once to shock her into submission then pulled her back and into the shadow of the IFV. He held her there as she squirmed in his grip and he waited to make sure no one else showed up or she wasn't part of a patrol. After a few moments passed he whispered, "I'm so sorry..." To her, before locking his arm around her neck, cutting off air and the flow in her arteries. And squeezed. She started to fight, trying to claw him off her, but those movements became slower, less pronounced. His hand clamped over her nose and mouth, no air...no blood flow. It was over quickly. When he let her go she had a blue tinge to her skin already. He checked her quickly, feeling no pulse then moves on. He felt a little bad for doing that for abit. But he had a job to do. He couldn't feel bad for long. He moved onto the next IFV. Checking the underside of it like he did the last, finding no easy way to rig that under there. Instead he spiked the barrel of the IFV with the stick of C4. It'd have to do.

He slid back into cover. And made his way to the tank carefully. Having to pop a pair of soldiers who just wouldn't move. Double taps, back of the head, dropping them both he then spent some time to pull the bodies into some cover. He made it to the tank. An old T-80. Seen better days and better times. Probably some old ancient cold war deal, some arms dealer somewhere had in a storehouse, and these guys thought it'd be intimidating. Facing modern Abrams tanks that the Joint Forces are fielding as well as Bradley and other fighting vehicles these IFVs and this old tank would be utterly annhilated in a matter of minutes. Nolan placed a pair of IR beacons on the tank, hiding them in such a way that the attack vehicles sent would be able to see it.

He made his way to another section of cover. Then pressed a finger to his throat mic, "Armor's been marked. How about the ammo?" It had gone well enough, he'd only had to kill three of the outposts garrison to do it all. He peered about, "Trying to spike those MGs and mortars is likely a death sentence. Finish what you're then start to exfil. We mark the area for ordance once we get back to the hide and for an aerial attack. Mark those MANPAD equipped trucks too. I think we've about overstayed our time here." Nolan started to pick his way towards the outer walls of the outpost carefully. Passing nearby one of the AA trucks as he did. Placing a IR beacon on it so he could see it from the hide. The end game of this place is coming up. It'd be a hell of a thing to watch.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Wakhan Corridor, West of Fort Breshna

Nolan stared through the scope on his Tac50, licking his lips clean of the salt of a few hours in their hide. They'd been watching the road up too Fort Breshna for two days now. Day and night, taking turns getting a kip and then checking the scopes and binocs, relaying information back to the FOB. They'd been watching a particular outpost here for about a day now. Watching it slowly build up. Troops from the Fort up the road and up the mountain slowly filtering in, a single ancient looking T-80 MBT, mounted LMGs and HMGs.

They were fortifying the hell out of the place, like they know that something was coming and they were trying to prepare. There had ben convoys going south and north as well, where they knew there were other outposts. But this particular outpost was the one that the taskforce would encounter head on as they moved in. Nolan sighed and rolls to his left, away from his rifle. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, and reached down with his boot and nudged Andrew, "Hey...think we're either going to need to make a judgement call here, or call back to the General. This outpost is hot." He groaned then reached for the radio.

He switched the frequency to a coded one then began, "Fallen Angel to HQ, message over." He waited a moment or two, then got a response, "HQ to Fallen Angel, send it, over." Nolan looked out over the base, "Holding position at Grid 33101, Enemy base within four hundred meters. Heavy deployment of assets, request advice over." Some time passed when a new voice joined the call, "Fallen Angel, this is Golf Foxtrot Lima, you copy?" Nolan pulled back abit, "Wow the General himself." He cleared his throat, "Golf Foxtrot Lima we copy. Orders? Out?"

General Lawrence on the other end smiled, looking down at his map, "Orders are as follows Fallen Angel, do everything in your power to make a mess of that base. Wait until sundown if you have too. Get in there, set charges, kill and maim if you must, Vangaurd team drops in one day. With Sword Unit to come up behind them past that location. You have green light to do all the damage you can think of. How copy? Over." Nolan grinned brightly, "Gold Foxtrot Lima, Fallen Angel copies. Wilco. Fallen Angel over, and out." Nolan turned off the radio then nodded, "Let's do some damage, 3 hours I'd say to twilight. Gather shit up. Let's make some noise. Don't bring your rifle for now, let's go in CQB." He started to worm around in their hide, gathering up stachel charges and his SMG.

Several hours later

Nolan and Andrew picked their way across the slightly hilly ground, through scrub and brush making their way towards the base. Nolan on his stomach at the moment, his silenced pistol peeking out through some brush, watching a man who wasn't more then eleven meters away, taking a piss at the very edge of the light from a huge spot light overlooking this section of ground. Nolan wasn't sure if he wanted to take that shot yet, not with the guy on that spot light still looking this direction. He instead decided to wait, letting the man and the light set off. Then began the crawl in closer to the base. He looked for Andrew, waiting for the right moment to start the covert assault. ROE? Set charges on the tank, the two IFVs, spike the mortars and the MGs. Kill or incap anyone that might give them away. There is just too many on sight for it to turn into a fire fight, and all Nolan is wearing is his ghille and a chest rig with a single ceramic plate in it.

He got in close, out of sight of 90% of the base, the other 10% wouldn't be able to see his position directly. Now was the time he just had to wait until Andrew joined him.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Sorry it took me so long to post. I didn't know if Konrad was still with us, what with him going back to school. so I had kinda cooled my jets. And was fully prepared to sit and wait until he was free again. He told me though he's kinda free up, so yeah starting to put posts together now.

My sincerest apologies all around.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Drevan grit his teeth, "Why the hell are you being so stubborn right now..." He murmered as he clacked away at the keyboard in front of him, "Don't rush...just...hold on...they've got some interesting ICM in this system. Not sure why they went to such work...okay..." He grinned, "Wait...hello baby..." He picked away at a knot of code he'd slipped into, "Ahhh there you go baby...don't be mean...lemme just touch you..." He didn't seem at all to notice his link to the team was open. "Come on now baby...spread'em a little...yeah there you go hunny...ah yeah look at that hotness...yeah don't worry baby I'll be gentle." He let out a slow, low groan, almost akin to a groan of pleasure.

He kept working, hunched over and grinning as the code unraveled for him, "Yeah there you go baby...doesn't it feel good to let go...ahh yeah..." His eyes glittered and gleamed, working away. "Just...yeah...no teeth baby...no teeth...wide...there ya go...lemme know if I'm hurting you..." He let out another groan as a whole section of the code gave way, "Ahhhh yeah I love those peepers of yours hunny...yeah...open wide for daddy...yeah that's right hunny...daddy is at half mast, you just wait!"

He cackled and let out another moan as a second section of the code unraveled. Drevan let out a bark of almost sexual sounded pleasure, "Ah fuck yeah! There you go you like that don't you! Take it baby...take it all...yeah!" He worked away, the last bit of code beginning to unravel. He let out a second barking groan of pleasure. "Fuck yeah! Yeah!" The last bit of code shattered. Giving Drevan total control over the security mainframe of their target. He shuddered and let out a long drawn out groan of pleasure and triumph, he leaned back in his seat and lit himself a cigarette, "Ohhh yeah...that's how we do it..." He finally realized his link to everyone was still open and he grinned, "Enjoy the podcast kids? Security mainframe is ours. I see...seven bodies you'll need to worry about. Maybe eight if the guy in a shed is actually security and not some night crew munking it. I can guide you all right past it all. Hell I'll be able to take still shots as you go through if you want me to post them on the places website later to show that they aren't safe." He puffed at his cigarette and grinned broadly.

Then leaned back forward to check the feeds. Grinning as he watched the team move in, "You guys don't waste time that's for sure. Careful now."

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Drevan sipped his drink smiling a little as he did. He continued to monitor the Youtube and other accounts that had the new video on it, amused at all the comments and watching the views rack up. He was a little bit of a view-whore, so he had the brightest of smiles on his face when he saw the view count to be well above ten thousand.

He brought his attention back to reality.

He grinned broadly, "Now hang on, there was never anything linking me to that webring. All the information was routed through clean proxies and routers. There was no way anyone could prove that it was me who put all the sophisticated and nearly foolproof security up. I can't possibly be behind it." He grinned, "That beautiful piece of work that it was. Damn it I wish who ever squealed on it could burn in a fire. I was getting a hundred subs a day, five bucks each, that's a lot of money."

Drevan laughed, letting his teammates think what they wanted to think. Could he have done it? He certainly could have, and he would have if he really wanted too. With the power behind his Rig, and his access to networks like Tor and other networks it's entirely possible he got all those pictures without once touching the surface web.

He grinned, "Oh the days when HR wasn't looking over my shoulder when I had free time."

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Bagram Field, Control center

General Felix Lawrence called to his adjutant, "Get me Team Cordite on the line do it quick!" The colonel nodded and ran off, other members of the control center team quickly getting things in place. The general brings up a partial 3D map of the operation area. Soon Nolan and Andrew are on a direct link to Felix from the FOB. Felix turns to look at them, "Gentlemen, you're the first in. I need eyes, I've got drones flying sorties day in and day out. And the cocksuckers know it. They put fake targets down, and then put real emplacements among them, and the drones can't tell the fucking difference seven god damn times out of ten. I want boots on the ground and eyes on. You guys have the long eye, we can place you where ever you think you need to go. But we need you out there. I'm sending in a stealthed up, dolled up, mother f-ing tech chopper in for you." He took a moment to look at the map, "I need intell. from you two. Send back anything you see, troop numbers, emplacement locations, patrol paths. They shouldn't have anything further then a kilometer or a kilometer and a half out from the fort they are in. Scout what you can, pay close attention to the only real ground path we have up, that zig-zagging strip of shit that winds it's way up the mountain."

He looked at the feed from the FOB, "Get it done gentlemen, grab what you need, I had about enough weapons, ammo and materials shipped out there over the last few weeks to arm several battalions several times over. Pick what you need and want."

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Carl limped his way into FOB Grimsy's intelligence trailer following behind Ross and Jenny. He was still waking with a limp, and had a military issue cane to help him walk. The Medics said he was well on the mend, but needed to take it a little easy for atleast another day before getting in his armor again. His ankle was all wrapped up to keep the stability of it.

They had seen Nolan and Andrew hopping out quick and in a hurry earlier. Gathering up kit and kabooble. News they were going to be the first out and into the field for this. Strong eyes, long distance, reach out and touch the person you had to be spying on. Guess that worked out. Carl groaned hopping over so he could lean on a table. As he did he caught sight of an image on one of the projector boards. The back of a head, and a back. Belonging to a man dressed in camo fatigues, and the hint of a rank. Carl hrmed. Then tried to straighten up. When he finally did, the man turns around to look at the camera, "Ah, Team Knight. Captain Henderson, Lieutenant Cardinal, Sargeant Morrison. A pleasure to meet you three. Been hearing good shit about all three of you, Captain, Lieutenant, heard you gentlemen just came out of the shit. How's the ankle LeTee?"

Carl winced, trying to keep his stance while on the stile tender ankle, "Doing okay sir. Give me another day or so and I'll be at one hundred percent once again." Felix nodded, "You'll have the time. We need to get Team Cordite in there first, gather some intell. that our drones can't. Now what we know is that these turds that are left over, are the blue bloods of this little group. They are the best, and they are highly technically kitted out. So that means even if you guys are armored out the asshole and back again, it means they have the long range explosives that can make your day interesting. So yes you three are going in just behind Cordite's speartip. You three pave the way, along with some of your friends from Blue Sword. Might remember them. Victor and Natalie? Those two genetic giants. Them, and some of their choice soldiers will be joining you three. Along with atleast fifty thousand good soldiers from several affected nations. You will most definitely not be alone." He nodded to the trio. "SO let's get down to brass tacks."

The picture changed to show an overhead view of Fort Breshna. Seemed to be recorded footage from a drone. The picture turned slowly as the drone buzzed around the Fort. In the recording fighters could be seen moving about, each and everyone of them was visibly armed and armored. They looked less a jihadist or terrorist group and more a private military or para-military group. As they watched a few technicals came driving up to the gate, and allowed in, shortly after what looked like a light armored vehicle rolled out of a garage and out the gate. The short 4 minute long clip was cut short when the drone cut sharply and the words, MANPADs detected flashed on the display.

Felix sighed, "We've sent out sorties like that with survillence drones several times now. We've managed to count out at most five hundred seperate individuals. All armed to the teeth, and atleast one more of those LAVs on sight and we think atleast one light tank or other IFV. Judging by all the munitions they have on site anyway. We've never seen it in the open though. Too much cover, and the back of the fort pushes right up against the tall peak, could be underground areas in there. When you go in, we're dropping you lot in ahead of the group. HALO dropping you above the base hopefully coming down along the road, during cover of night. With Cordite in place you'll be in perfect position to get things really confused. On your way up looking for IEDs and other traps that might slow the advance of the main force. Get in and start havoc. The rest of the task force will follow in force. If their attention isn't on the front, we can push up the road fast as we can, tanks and armored vehicles with infantry close behind. Get kitted up, get healed up. You have three days. There's new kit already flown in if you need anything else." He nodded at the three, "That's all for now you two. the FOB can get in touch with me if you need anything else. Dismissed for now."

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Several days later, Drevan "Bugcatcher" Kaii's flat, somewhere in London

Drevan sat in front of his bank of computers. The towers super charged, GTX Titan X GPUs, Intel Core i7-4960Xs, powerful one thousand one hundred watt power units. Fifty terabyte harddrives in each of the seven towers. It could go without saying that Drevan had some of the best hardware he can get. The computers all linked together to make it one hell of a work and fun set up. At the moment he had the video that the field group had sent him running through a video editor. He'd considered putting in cool light effects and the like, make it snappy. Music and sound, all that good stuff. He had finally decided not to do that, and just put some nice mood music to it.

He watched the video compile, while some Barry white played on another tower. He rubbed his chin, then nodded. The notification springing up telling him that the file is finished compiling and ready to be posted. One three other screens he brought up Vimeo, Youtube, Google+ and a reddit thread that he used to connect it all. The video went up on the social sites and a reddit post went up.

At that moment he got a text, "Drinks at the Pub! Team meeting."

Drevan smiled.

Several Minutes later

Drevan, with long jacket, dapper hat and couriers bag on, entered the pub. He nodded to the bartender. Since joining Sierra, they'd come to this place on and off several times. They each had tabs, and alot of people knew them as regulars. So the tender just nodded. Drevan joined those that were already here pulling out his mobile and checking the video he had put up. Grinning broadly and murmuring, "Trending already..."

When Martin showed up he was still fooling about with his phone, reading comments about the video. Things like, "It's so fake. Look at that you can see a camera boom at 6 minutes." Others were along the lines of, "No way in hell this is real. Probably a movie trailer." Another one he really liked is one extremely "smrt" fellow who posted, "Wht teh fck, i cnt fap 2 ths."

Drevan looked up and closed off his phone, reaching for the glass in front of him, raising it, "To the team, and a complete success."