1337 story, Hunter.
Chapter 2 - The MissionAs the two helicopters took off, the usual gear-up and mission debriefing began. The mission was simple enough:
Alpha team was supposed to be inserted approx. 500 metres west of the lab and recon the target, their snipers were supposed to hold their positions, provide cover and clear the perimeter. Charlie team would have been inserted soutwest of the target and infiltrate the object. Infiltrate & Clear, a possibility of civilian hostages being taken.
Thompson was Charlies team leader, the others in his team were Barclay, Simmons and another two new guys, who he saw for the first time.
"Bastards sure picked the right time to take over a lab" - said Barclay. Thompson knew him for quite a long time. He was one of the few survivors in his squad during the war. He was a great fighter and managed to think clearly in the most dangerous situations. He had a family, that he hasn't seen for 4 years, because of the war.
"Fuck yea, like we weren't already tired of whooping Aralonians" - replied Simmons. They continued on speaking about the war for about fifteen minutes. The new guys were silent all the time and Thompson wasn't in the mood to start speaking about something he was so happy to end.
"30 minutes to the LZ" - reported the pilot.
They were supposed to be inserted in a small village, close to the lab.
Thompson didn't know much about Zone 24. All it said in the briefing was that it's an old chemicals research laboratory. He hated it that way. When you don't know, where and why you're going there. It used to make him nervous on his first missions, but soon he got used to making a 'Plan B', once he was inserted, if reconnaissance were to make a 'slight' mistake. And those mistakes weren't always slight. Once he lost more than half of his squad in the war, when he was supposed to take over a small town in Zone 41. It was supposed to have 'weak security', although it had two T-80s and snipers missles guarding it. They had to play hide and seek with the tanks and snipers for more than 4 hours, untill the backup came.
"10 minutes to the LZ" - said the pilot.
"Ok, boys, gear up!" - Shouted Thompson. They put on their Advanced Ballistic Helmets and picked up the DES-25 rifles and delayed fragmentation grenades, flashbangs, smokes, along with the new toys - EMP grenades.
"What's your name, son?" - Thompson asked one of the new guys, while loading his rifle.
"Hassmann, sir. Recruit of the 2nd Military Advanced Training Centre in Zone 8" - replied the troop in the normal solider manner.
"You?"
"Martin, sir. Recruit of the 2nd Advanced Military Training Centre in Zone 8. Me and Hassman were the best in our group, we were assigned to your squad right after recieving our diplomas, sir!'
"Fine, fine. So this is your first mission?"
"Yes, sir"
Thompson didn't reply and sat back. He didin't like two new guys in the lead assault squad, although he had no choice. There were more than 720 million casualties after the war and both of the countries were very weakened. He felt the vibration of the helicopter, as it started to land slowly, closer and closer to the ground. He overheard the radio, saying, that Alpha has landed.
"500 metres to the LZ, get ready for insertion"
Thompson looked through the window. They were supposed to land on an old wheat field, next to a few farmhouses.
"Ok - you all know the mission and codenames. Stick to my orders and we should pull this out before dark." - said Thompson and smiled for the first time after the war.
The helicopter slowed down near the wheat field and started landing slowly. Thompson took a deep breath as the helicopter reached the ground and ran out.
There we go. Next up -
Madcow, of course.