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Bird looked over to Adeleida, chuckling. "It's not what you think. My name's Joanna Bird....hence you see why they call me that. Bird." She said, chuckling, as she then checked her baseball cap, adjusting it slightly with a little tilt, the black baseball cap covering her blonde bun and just generally being there to keep it all together. "We were loud, but I was looking from afar. Didn't fire a bullet till later. But what I know is, is that Scot put a bullet into Khanya's heart." She said, as Scot looked over to Adeleida and Bird, hearing his name. "It wasn't clean...but that bastard's dead, and we wouldn't have pulled off anything more accurate." He said, exhaling, as he looked out into the distance, at the lack of lighting aboard the "We'll need to detach before the ship, or the EMP could fucking fry us. No doubt it isn't the most long lasting, but shit, losing a helicopter isn't good for buisness." He added, wanting to move away from the fact that he had to shoot that poor girl. While he knew basic first aid had been administered, the bullet hadn't been pulled out. Wojtek was the kind of man who didn't care for a little fallout. He wanted a job done. And Scot felt the same too, albeit the fact that she could have been left dying there. She didn't deserve it. Yet this was his job, after all. He had to carry on. And that he would, as he took his MP5, sliding a 9mm magazine in before slapping the bolt. Thor simply nodded to Wei's orders, knowing full well that they were going to release. "Copy that." He said, as Wojtek started the engine again, as Falcon swept them in, the boat being released into the blue sea, as the propellers span up. Within a while, the boat was moving, and they were going. It felt strange, but to Thor, this was normal. He had good sea legs, either on it, or below it. It was his Viking heritage, perhaps, but no less it was a strange feeling. The boat moved over the thundering waves, as Wojtek detached his karabiner, seeing the Odessa come in sight. "This is Osprey Actual to all friendly teams aboard the Odessa, we are advancing on starboard of the ship, near the container lift. We see the bodies." Wojtek said, as they bobbed up and down, closing in quickly. This boat could haul ass when need be, and right now, it was doing just that. They pulled up by the ship, as Wojtek slowed down, aware the rest were aboard. "Bird, Scot, let's get the grapple hooks up onto it." Wojtek ordered, as they headed to a small box at the back of the boat, opening it up and grabbing the paracord, before strapping it to the side webbing of the RIB. Lobbing it over, it hooked around the railing of the side of the Odessa itself, as the boat became tethered, as Wojtek checked his rifle, and make damn sure it was live. There would be no enemies on the top deck, but below, they'd need support clearing it. And right now, Wojtek could guess they were good. "Virus, you first- we'll follow you up. We should sweep behind the other teams and help them secure any loose rooms left behind." He said, as his own team got ready, NODs down and weapons armed and ready to go again. While Czech's Minimi would be unwieldy, Wojtek had the perfect rifle for this job, and likewise did Scot- the MP5SD being a weapon that was elegant, and almost to any Special Forces operator, the perfect incision tool. The C8 joined it, and Thor and Bird had already compacted the CTR stock in, to give the weapon a better handling. Whatever was going down, Osprey knew they were going to kick the remaining heads in.

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No problem. I'll have them join in on the fight, going direct.

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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.

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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...

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Anyone post? Please? Or characters die? :D

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"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."

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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.

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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.