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R.E.S.C.U.E, Global Ops

Osprey moved back down, aware that Virus had cleared the beach threat. But the distant lights weren't good- and Wojtek could tell, that they had to be enemy boats. They would need that Hind, and badly. "Fuck...probably not the Elisaveta then, but maybe us. Okay, Virus, get in- let me grab the wheel. I have a plan, we need to rapidly redeploy to the Oddessa, and I don't fancy our chances of driving there. We can make this easy on ourselves, I believe I have a plan" Wojtek said, as they moved down the dunes, Osprey moving in a line formation back to the boat, where Virus had began pushing it out. Czech and Thor ran forward and helped bung it right back into the water, as Wojtek ran to the side, throwing himself into the craft, and crawling to the engine, The rest boarded in, as Wojtek fired the twin engines at the back up, looking around, and hearing the distant noise of rotor blades in the distance. "All in?" He asked, waiting for Wei to respond, before they went. Bird and Czech took up positions within the side seats of the boat, while Thor stood at the back, with Scot, weapons raised in case they needed to engage again. When they were all in, they were reversing off the shore before turning the boat around, letting Virus grab the mounted LMG at the end of the RIB. He didn't immediately go on the gas, but used the opportunity to call in over the radio. The team had a hubub about it, but right now, Wojtek had only one priority. Get rid of the enemy water vehicles. Get out of here. Falcon, or the Mi-24W, a former Polish helicopter bought up by the company, was going to enact that for them. "Falcon, this is Osprey Actual, do you read?" "I read, Falcon. We've got identification of your IR strobes and times 10 contractors on a RIB....we hlso We're your escort." "Excellent, Falcon. I need your cargo crewman to grab a sling loading tether. This is going to be strange, but we need you to get us to the Odessa in the fastest method possible. We also need assistance in destroying approximately three other boats, we estimate enemy combatants times five on each, likely with RPGs and GPMGs. Call a lase when need be." Wojtek said, as Falcon's pilot drew a course for where he saw the distant strobes, still about 2km out. "Copy that...we could do with a laser designation, we'll hold the ATAKA-Vs for now, but you ping them, we'll send 12.7mm at them." Falcon responded, as Osprey was to work straight away. Bird took the Laser Designator from her Assault Pack, engaging it as she sat on the side of the boat, Wojtek killing the engine. The waves were strong, but they could ping the targets, ones that they could see on the horizon from here. "First target lased." "Sending." The noise of a 12.7mm YAK-B cannon was earth-shattering, but a noise that brought a smile to Bird's face, as the boat was disintergrated, as Bird disingaged the lase. She changed it to the next boat, and the same occured, the distant rattle and yellow tracer beams from the distance being many in number, and enough to tear apart what they hit. The last boat was closing on the RIB, but found itself quickly torn to shreds, the designation ideal for Falcon's Weapons Officer, as rounds were inbound, and shreded it to pieces. It all seemed easy, but Wojtek knew that 12.7mm Yak-B Gatling ammunition from a helicopter gunship, with updated avionics and a thermal imaging system, could do wonders. Falcon closed in, the Mi-24W knowing full well it was almost right overhead Osprey right. It turned to the side, and lobbed out a rope, landing a few meters in front of the boat, as Wojtek lightly eased it forwards. "Thor, Wei, tie the boats to the rear and front respectively. I've seen sling loading go wrong. It'll do more than make you sick." Wojtek said, as Thor responded with a simple Yes Sir, grabbing the rope that now sat in the boat from the helicopter's side, attaching it around the rear hardpoints in front of the engine- with one to the port and one to the starboard of the RIB- being an area that would be able to hold the boat up through this cable, rather than simply a tie into the engine. It was in the main structure of the RIB itself- so this would more than do for what they had at the moment. "We're clear. Rear is hooked." Thor said, as they waited for the front to be hooked. Once Wei called it, the boat began to shake deeply, as Wojtek took a seat, strapping his plate carrier's karabiner with a simple a simple clip into the driver's position, into the wheel. "Roger that. We're dusting off, on route to the Odessa." Falcon announced, as suddenly, the boat took air. They were lifted out of the water, Wojtek being able to just about see inside the helicopter, before looking around and then down. "This never gets fucking old..." Bird said quietly, unable to be heard by the chopper's blasting noise, as she chuckled, adjusting her backwards facing baseball cap, the blonde female of the team looking across to Virus. Bird checked her weapon, before looking to Hisakawa and Adeleida in turn from Wei, the two female operators of Virus Squad, who respectively looked as war worn as she herself was. "Good laugh down there then?" She asked loudly, as Wojtek put his NODs up, at least, for the moment. They'd be fifteen minutes out to the Odessa from here, and could no doubt go direct. Wojtek looked to Wei, aware that it was a downtime, a breather at least, as he stayed strapped into the wheel, aware it wasn't a good idea to wonder far, especially since they were swinging underneath a helicopter. It was loud as hell, but over the radio, they could communicate, just. He'd rather use that right now, rather than risk not being heard. "Nicely done Wei, good work. We're going to need to grab the spare ammo from this thing, and be ready for a direct assault. We've got grappling rope inside the boat for when we close in on the Odessa- we can raid it right away onto the side, and follow the rest of the men into the bridge if need be. We'll call the helicopter to drop us a klick out, so we don't make too much noise with this fucking thing." Wojtek said, as he wiped his brow below the cusp of his OpsCore helmet, the mixture of salty sea spray and sweat from the raid leaving a mark on him. But the objective was complete. And somehow, Wojtek didn't care for collateral. They had one job, and that was to kill Khanya. Perhaps that girl was injured, and while he remembered that they'd applied some basic first aid, they had to move out at the time. Things like that wasn't what he got paid for. His 100 grand came from having him dead. Scot deserved the citing. But it was on Wojtek's head.

Backdrifts (Space Survival RP)

I haven't set up a long post for anyone to make- do what you please really in length, it can be a paragraph or two if I'm honest.

R.E.S.C.U.E, Global Ops

I have an idea. Bear with, but has the Mi-24 got a crewman (ie. inside the back)? Because if so, I have a plan...

Backdrifts (Space Survival RP)

Anyone post? Please? Or characters die? :D

R.E.S.C.U.E, Global Ops

"Enemy Ships"... That would be cool. Like Pirates of the Carribean. Somali Edition...with Virus firing from one side of the boat and Osprey from the other...ahahahaha 10/10 must do. And that was just a retarded idea. I think this ought to be considered :D

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Osprey had already been moving, but they didn't have sight of the "Virus, this is Osprey Actual...hold your fire, we've got Anti-Vehicle on us...just fucking delay it!" Wojtek said, as the three man team ran, Wojtek running full pelt along with the others. There were going to be a lot, and they'd abandoned the compound, making their way out. "We'll post up where our marksman is..Bird, Scot, bead up the target. Post a laser beam over it, keep tracking it. Thor, have your Carl Gustav ready, we'll need to blow them up. Same goes for you, Czech- weapon ready. We lay down fire from afar." Wojtek said, the three man team sprinting into Bird and Scot's building. Heading upstairs, Wojtek saw Bird scanning below, nodding as Wojtek headed in. "Thor stays down here, the M3 has a anti-backblast director attached, we can fire this indoors. Before I get half my fucking internals blown apart, the rest of us go on the roof. Czech, have your Minimi ready to tear up the infantry in the back, Thor hits the rear vehicle. We set in- Virus is in a very precarious position, so we make enough noise for them to make a runner." Wojtek said, as they all nodded, then springing into action. Scot aimed at the second car, as Thor took the burly Carl Gustav M3 off his back, sliding a round in, as he crouched by the smashed window, waiting for the chance. Virus had called itself on the radio well enough to Wojtek's advantage to know they wouldn't be ready in time- but they had to respond, and no doubt, now was the time that they'd fire. From here, they could bound back to the boat, and Osprey would kill the lead, so they broke contact. No more bogging down. Get rid of this, then run, Wojtek said to himself. "Virus, we've got the Gustav ready, we'll get the last vehicle. Clear it up, once you have no more contacts, you fucking run back to the RIBs. We'll handle the rest of the contact- we've got plenty of Anti-Vehicle and GPMG ammo to kill." Wojtek said, as he watched hell unveil itself, the first set of grenades blow the first vehicle almost apart, the engine blown out of it's mounting as the hood was hit with 35mm rounds. The driver, most certainly dead. Wojtek ducked down, aiming down his magnified optic, as Czech put the bipod down, Scot already wrapping his finger round the trigger. Even Bird's C8, with it's C79 optic, could cut this range. And right now, from this one building, almost 400m from the road, they were watching like friends from Afar. "Osprey, light them up." The first floor of the house was filled with a huge backblast, most of which was negated by a window at the other end of the room Thor stood in, though the Anti-Blast cap on the M3 had meant that he wasn't blasted apart by the heat and energy of the backblast. The rocket sailed out, and slammed into the side of the rear vehicle, killing five men in quick sucession, as it erupted into a huge ball of flame, being thrown over onto it's side. They were done for, but that wasn't even it. Bullets were louder than anything, and unsupressed, as they went down range, the sight of 7.62, both semi-auto and fully automatic, raining on the second technical, joined neatly by 5.56 from the team's weapons. Maybe Virus was laying down teh first vehicle, but they were ambushing very effectively, just as Wojtek wanted. He half expected it, but right now, they had to make noise. Within a minute, the second technical had burst into flames as the fuel tank was lit up by tracer fire from Czech's Minimi, as Wojtek looked to the team. "Everyone, cease fire." Wojtek said, just about to add to his order to ask Virus to move. That was, till Bird saw what she saw. "Shit! I got sighting on another Technical, 700m, North...it looks like an SPG-9 on that fucking thing!" Bird called out, as Thor reloaded, the sighting enough to make the team very, very tense indeed. A recoilless rifle would hit from that range with ease..and right now, Osprey was in one building. That thing hit, as ancient as it was, it would level the ramshacle construction. "Fuck...Thor, reload, Scot, get a bead on the gunner." Wojtek said, as Bird took out her Rangefinder once more, looking down the optic at the rapidly moving vehicle. "They won't hit shit when they move. No doubt they saw the flames. There could be a lot more." She said, watching it go, as downstairs, Thor lobbed a new 84mm round into his launcher, prepping up once more as he knew that this was the last shot that they could take here. The backblast would have been visible, and no doubt, if there were any more, it would behllish. "Okay...Scot, you fire first, do what you can with the shot on the gunner. When he stops, Thor, you fire. Then we leave, and quickly. We need fucking support." Wojtek said, as he looked to Virus's situation, before back at what was up ahead. "Ready to fire, Chief." Thor said, as Wojtek looked to Scot, before preparing his own shot, aware that it was going to be very hard, down a 3x magnified optic of his F2000, but no less, they had to take the threat down. Scot waited, till the vehicle stopped, and the gunner loaded a round. "Do it." Wojtek gave the order simply and calmly, as Scot waited, inhaling carefully before he shot. The bullet went to the side of the driver's body, and missed, pinging off the metal, but the vehicle stopped dead in it's tracks. Czech's Minimi opened up, the arched tracers making double-sure of that, as suddenly, the building shook again. Thor was having to strech his AT skills here, the optic's night vision rangefinder and his own approximation of where the round would go being a skilled effort by the ex-MJK operator. This was a significant distance, and the round was in flight for over a second, before the resounding crashing boom hit back. Thor knew his Carl Gustav well, and knew that the round had detonated the ammunition, with the resultant noise kicking back a couple of seconds later, as Thor cackled. "Target's down." Thor said, as Scot half-joined in, looking at the mess. "No fucking shit...I think we pasted it. Fucking brilliant." Scot said, as Wojtek looked to the team on the roof, looking around as he moved back towards the staircase, opening the door up again. "Virus, this is Osprey Actual. Get your asses out of here. We're going to pop smoke in front of the building and make our way further back to a defensive location, about 1km from our boats. We spotted a enfilade position there, by the coastal dunes. You just make sure that nobody has spotted our RIB, and then we'll pull out from here." Wojtek said, as he looked to the rest of his men, and Bird of course. "We're getting out of here, now. We're comprimised as it is. Czech, smoke out over our right quarter, Bird, you get the left. We move together now. Get new magazines in, and get ready to move, staggered column." Wojtek said, confident in his order, as he saw the two respective members of the team leave smoke behind. Heading down, Wojtek swiped the magnifier off his weapon, as Thor reloaded his Carl Gustav for the last time, checking his own C8 as he followed behind the team leader. Before thirty seconds had even passed, the front of the house was coated in smoke, covering it in around a 50m radius in belching white smoke, as they left the area. Now, they'd be bringing serious lighting if they wanted to respond, and no doubt, would be in hot pursuit. So much for this target being small fry, Wojtek thought to himself. This was a major brothel, if they were coming out in such number. The sheer audacity seriously put Wojtek on edge- this wasn't foreseen at all, even though something in his mind always made sure contingencies were met. Virus had plucked out behind as they'd taken down the SPG-9, and most of Osprey could guess that leaving wasn't going to be as simple as it was before. "Antov, this is Osprey Actual, we're retreating back to the RIB right now. We've taken heavy fire, but we've broke contact. If you can, we could do with a Raven (the RQ-11 Raven is a throw-able UAV) over our heads to spot what else we have coming. They want our fucking heads, but it's nothing we can't handle." Wojtek said over the long range, as they kept moving, jogging quickly back over the ground, aware that there was no time to lose. He guessed that Virus was up ahead, probably approaching the boat sooner rather than later- and that meant that they needed to keep going, to make sure they had Virus's back. The team moved over the ground, moving back through the dried-up streambed, before moving towards the coastal dunes, a feature that went on for the next kilometer or so. Before, Wojtek had led the team to go around them, but right now, they might form the best cover that they could muster, as it gave a little elevation over the land, and could give an insight to enemy movement. They had cut the contact, as they moved over the sandy terrain, all the team's NODs down. Keeping on the coastal side of the coastal dune, they kept their heads down, as two, then four more technicals appeared in the distance, headlamps on. They really were confused, Osprey almost all thought to themselves. Bird plonked herself down on a patch of sand, and broke out the Rangefinder again, checking them, before she turned her attention back to the beach. "I see a footmobile patrol moving along the beach, 300m to the north of where we hid our boat. One RPG, one PKM, rest are AKs. Looks like it's a patrol looking for something." She said, aware that Virus would hear the transmission, as Scot then also saw what could unmistakably be the sight of a technical branching off towards the dunes. "They fucking know- oh, they fucking know. We got one coming for the dunes, range is 700m and closing. There's roughly a four man team aboard, they've got lights." Scot said, putting the bipod down, as Wojtek looked to that. "Well, fuck. Virus, we're going to need to hustle quick. This is a raid, not a lengthy firefight. Clear the team on the beach any way you can and get the boat running. We're going to keep this truck from us. More fucking bodies hit the floor and noise we make, the worse it's going to get with them." Wojtek simply said, as he readied his own weapon, crawling as he set his sight on the closing technical, which pulled over, the team getting out as one man gave a distinct set of orders, with the armed individuals turning their lights on. They were about 300m out, and close enough to engage, as they headed into the open, looking for the vultures who had killed their boss- or so Wojtek thought to himself. "They just became easy, but bright targets. Fire when ready." Wojtek said, as Czech relished the chance, his laser over the light targets already. The NVG-armed team were finding it easy to see their flashlights in the distance- while blinding, it wasn't up close, and hence wasn't too hard a job to deal with. And with Czech's GPMG, and Osprey's spacing of about 20m over the dune, they were able to light the targets up with little qualm. AK fire pinged back, as a few got down, but with the whole team firing their weapons down range, they were quickly gone. "Hustle to it Virus, our lead's gone."

R.E.S.C.U.E, Global Ops

We can extend it for as long as we can (Long Arm), but I think we're almost about done really. My next post drags out our extraction, but if anything, they can sit on the ship for a little longer, maybe even with a rapid redeployment with the helicopter for the Odessa.

R.E.S.C.U.E, Global Ops

No problem. I'd like to maybe have Osprey go on an airborne operation. It could be even interesting to integrate a HALO jump using wingsuits into their insertion- perhaps to get to a place that a government wouldn't really want to get to, that perhaps a company such as RESCUE could.

R.E.S.C.U.E, Global Ops

Osprey was aware of what was going down. Thor put his Launcher back, as he saw what Virus were doing. Cheeky bastards. They had this on the run, and Wojtek looked over, ready with a white smoke grenade, Czech also prepping one. Bird and Scot looked on, as Scot aimed his rifle to the spotlight, aware he wanted it dead. "Virus, this is Osprey Marksman. We've got the light, then anything that moves in the compound. We fire on your go." Scot said, as he looked down the ACOG, the 6X optic magnifying sufficiently. He heard Virus call out the timing, as he readied his shot. The noise of Virus's shot was enough to trigger Scot to fire, and that smashed the light to pieces, the lens broken apart into shards, as the 7.62x51mm round pieced it, and hit the bulb within, taking it out of action. The guards were confused, but from Osprey's perspective, this wasn't all hell breaking loose. This was controlled chaos to Wojtek, and this was where they got moving. Czech opened up with the FN Minimi, the modified 7.62mm caliber that it accomodated tearing apart infantry on the northern wall, taking them out as the smokes opened up, and Wojtek looked to Thor, giving a certain nod as both operators were over the enfilade and moving through the blooming smoke, weapons raised as they moved to the wall. Part of it had been knocked down by the fire, the weak chainlink scattered apart, as Thor kicked it down, the sight of a militant confused by the smoke grenade receiving a shot from Wojtek's F2000, right in the temple of his head. "It's on now! Czech, cancel your fire, move to the fence- Scot, Bird, watch the roof for RPGs!" Wojtek called out, as Wojtek moved forward, aware that the technicals were on the other side of the compound. There were contacts concentrated, as Wojtek slid behind a pair of oil barrels, used for heating, as Thor formed up behind a metal cistern of sorts. Wojtek sent a 40mm round over the technicals, and decimated a pair of enemies there, before leaving it to Virus to deal with. Czech was with the team now, and movement was rapid. The clack of the L129A1, emptying enemies that moved onto the roof, was systematic and beautiful, as a man fell off the roof, in a carnage-fueled manner. Wojtek moved slow, as he nodded to the two men by him, as they hustled forwards. Checking the rifle, he moved to the wall of the building, weapon raised as he peeked around. Fire laced it, as Thor already had a M67 prepared, and lobbed it around, the resulting bang sending dust and dirt up, as well as fragments of the side of the building, as Thor pushed around first, his Colt C8 raised as he moved to the door. "Give them room service, Thor. No chances." Wojtek said, as Thor nodded, the breacher of the assault team slapping out a doorknob charge, shoving it onto the handle of the door as a flashlight shined through, with AKM fire bursting the door a little, as Wojtek counted how many bullets were being fired. He had spent 20 rounds, and he was scared now, whoever was on the other end. Thor gave a thumbs up through his Mechanix glove, as Wojtek did the exact same back to him. The door blew itself off almost entirely, as Thor went left, and Czech went right, taking the man down and shooting two men that were at the back of the living room, by an old CRT TV, with clean shots. "We breathing?" Wojtek asking, as they moved through, the darkness being illuminated by flashlights as Wojtek and Thor found cover behind a wall, aware that it was intensely blinding. "Czech's up." Czech said, as Wojtek saw Thor look intact. He needed no response really, as he put his NVGs up, grabbing a tube from his plate carrier. "Standby, Virus, we're popping a flare inside. They're using flashlights intensely, so I suggest we level it. NODs up." Wojtek said, as he popped the red flare, lobbing it through as fire went off, the fact that there were people around the corner now as clear it could be. Wojtek raised his F2000, and peeked the bullpup weapon around the corner, opening up as he emptied the magazine on the man, the paranoia and darkness having them completely by sudden. "Thor, go first. Osprey Marksman, watch fire on the building." Wojtek said, as they moved slowly up the stairs, a door right at the top. "Could be booby-trapped. Scot, what do you see inside?" Wojtek asked, as Thor kept point, not touching or approaching the door. "They're aiming at the door. We have positive identifiaction on Yalero Khanya, and two accomplices, armed with handguns. HVT is armed with a Kalashnkov, 7.62mm spec AKM. He's wearing a turban, and dark clothing. Wait...hang on, he's got a girl wrapped in his arms. Holding her hostage. Shit." Scot said, as he watched the target, the thin window that he managed to just pick out the target from being the HVT's bedroom. "You have a green light to take the shot when ready on the target of opportunity. I repeat, green light. There's nothing we can do about collateral." Wojtek said, as Scot jumped in. "Wojtek, are you sure?" "No buts, Scot. Do it." He said, as Wojtek let Thor prep a flashbang, aware that this was going to be messy above all else. Khanya yelled to his men for the last time, as the bullet piereced the window, slamming into Khanya's chest, and exiting into the 12 year old girl he had hostage, entering her shoulder and leaving just below her heart. They both fell on the floor, as the other two shot the door, before it was kicked in. The flashbang entered, and the team kept their heads down, as it whitened the room, the sound of gunfire following. Thor fired on the man on the left, whilst Wojtek took out the man on the right, as Thor fell back a little just as he headed up. "Shit! Fucking 9mm in my vest." Thor said, almost chuckling as he felt good to be alive, Czech catching him from going back down the stairs. The little girl had taken a shot, it didn't look critical- most of the energy had been spent, but Wojtek knew what had to be done, had to be done. Khanya moaned, as Wojtek lowered his F2000, rolling the HVT over with his foot. "You bastard." He said, as Khanya held the wound, in agony from the shot. No doubt he'd bleed out, but he wanted this to be solved. He withdrew his Mk23, crouching down, as he looked out the window. Virus was working on the brothel, but all hostiles in the immediate area of the compound were now dead. They had time. "This is personal, shithead. It's for Elisaveta. A woman you tortured and murdered. You kill innocent little girls, and rape them. There's a special ring of hell for you." He said, coldly, almost remorslessly. Wojtek was bitter, and didn't give a fuck at this point in time. He poked the barrel of the .45 cal weapon against Khanya's head, before he pulled the trigger. It was bloody, but it was done. He felt good, and kicked the man once more, as Thor looked to his team leader, almost a little wanting to stop him. But he had his reasons, and Thor knew that more than anyone could. Sarkov had lost his girl to this monster, and now, perhaps Wojtek had enacted precisely what the big man would say. "Antov, this is Osprey. We have the HVT struck off. Repeat, HVT is eliminated." Wojtek said, looking out the window, a new magazine in his weapon, as Thor coughed, chuckling as he adjusted his Boonie, looking over to Osprey's marksman team, on the building in the distance. If you looked carefully, you could see them, just about. The flare below was dying, and Thor put his NVGs down again, as he reloaded himself, dusting off the shot that had thankfully not gone through his vest. "Virus, it's done. We're going to head back to the RIB. Back to the ship, for re-tasking. We've left enough blood as it is. Free the girls, and let's be gone." Wojtek simply said, as he turned to Czech and Thor, the young 601st Operator and the grizzled, blacksmith's beard toting Norwegian looking to Wojtek with a certain look. "It's people like that who make the world a bad place to live in. The Greater Good just won. Now feel good about that." Wojtek said, almost not wanting to think about this anymore. He just wanted to go, as he heard Scot radio in. "Wojtek, what orders we got?" Scot asked, as Wojtek headed down the stairs, sweeping the area, as he put his hand back to his headset. "Cover our exit. We're going. Watch the roads. Same goes for Virus. We'll use your OP as a fallback, then we'll hoof it." Wojtek simply added, as Osprey's Assault contingent left the house, then the compound.

Backdrifts (Space Survival RP)

That could work, why not. Anyone can feel free to post, btw.