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Operation Hellfire
Raging Raptor Sat Mar 27, 2010 9:14 pm
I joined a short/lengthened story forum a while ago, before it took off, and lately it acquired dozens and dozens of story writers (since he opened his forum to the UK and Philippines recently) and being I am now the next-to-oldest person there, he let me have a Designer Spot, in witch I completely renovated and decorated the site, and have been spending a good amount of time there (explaining my inactivity), and have made at least several new successful short stories (two of witch where stories that started here, but died), and my most successful one yet has got to be OH (operation hellfire). Since I'm really bored, and trying to keep the site active, I'll type it up again and add in a few extra details I missed first time around. The plot will be the same, though. Unlike my old stories, I'll just type in my purple font.
Here's a basic summary, though; It's about a future war between the entire continent of North America and Europe vs. Asia and smaller islands of south america. The American Faction adopts the Island Hopping method, while Canada takes most of the air force, along with Americas finest pilots. Europe uses brute strength and floods asia, and the south american islands are where concentration camps are set up for war captives.
It's a pretty intense war, but on the Homefront (a small area of the united states that is safe from all corners of the war, and where most of the science and war strategy planning goes on,) a new type of mass destruction weapon is almost completed, one that can set entire square miles on fire, instantly wiping out any type or form of life within it. Tunnels are secretly built by the south american islands that are revolutionary; tunnels that are literally under the sea floor, designed to withstand great pressures, and any form of a nuclear fallout. All the tunnels are being designed to reach one area; the Homefront.
A major draft goes on internationally, recruiting roughly 40% of the Adult Male population, and 20% of the female population. Turncoats arise, and the WOMD is in jeopardy of being obtained by the enemy, most of Canada is invaded and controlled, one deadly realization comes to the Head of Armory of the War.....
WARNING, THIS CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION AND STRONG LANGUAGE
CHAPTER 1: DRAFT
It was a chilly April night, Dave Austin looked out the fogged window. "Shitty day," he muttered, taking a sip of some highly rationed liqueur. In Dave's opinion, he had every right to drink. His wife and only child had been killed by a Chinese officer who had invaded the pre-war Alabama. Ever since he got to the homefront, he was a deadbeat. No reason to enjoy what life he had, or what was left of it, anyway.
He turned on the television, and started watching one of the 3 channels that where available. They where in an underground channel divided into little "neighborhoods", (Cages, as Davewould have said.), and it was usually freezing, as all oil that could be used for heating would be sent off to the War to support the high oil needs for keeping the planes and ground vehicles well lubricated. He zipped his coat up a little higher, in an attempt to shut out the night's brittle fierceness.
There is a war underway, of amazing proportions. No one knows quite how it started, as it is one of the many secrets being held from the people of the homefront. It had been rumored that the war started when a dispute between how the national waste should be desposed of sparked, and Japan declared war on America for making a suggestion that the waste should be disposed of in a vault under japan, whereas japan took great offense to such a statement and called out the American congress, and was dismissed from the discussion and debate entirely. After american casualties where taken, Great Britain sent out a pact to most of the european contries that asked for a treaty. After the treaty was signed, america asked for support in the war, and Europe was more than happy to contribute after receiving help after an economic crisis in the late 2020's. The war hit full scale after the Homefront was created, and most of america and all of canada where invaded. The war was so full scale, that a draft will go underway to recruit new soldiers, recruiting men from every country, and women from most of Europe and England as nurses or partsmakers, where specially trained women who fought for the right to contribute to the war firsthand, known as WFF (Women for Freedom Fighting), actually fight in the war under a special quadrant, usually performing alongside the special ops team (due to the extensive training they undergo).
Dave knew very well that the draft will probably recruit him, but felt no compelling urge to exercise. Suddenly thinking of physical activity and enjoyment of older days, he remembered a day during peacetime, a crisp day, the summer wind blowing freshly through his short black hair, the grip of the bat in his hand and the feeling of the grass under his feet, and the clang of the bat as he struck the ball with all his might. He ran full speed towards the base, hoping for a double or maybe a triple. The ball hit off the right back wall, and he sped up. He ran for the in-park homerun, and slid towards victory and praise, he leaned down and layed back, sliding his feet, when an outfielder who had ran towards home base jumped for the ball, and landed right on his left ankle, snapping it in an instant.
Dave snapped back to reality, and looked sternly at his ankle that had faulted his childhood baseball career, stopping him from running his record speed ever again. He coughed, and half drunk, looked over the the clock that read 9:14. Mail time. In the development underground, a mailboy would come to each home and give them their mail, and tonight was the night of the draft (as the television stated very often and clearly). He stumbled over to the aluminum door and waited for the pound. A pang hit the door, and he fumbled to open the knob. The newsboy looked pale and miserable, deprived of sunlight and warmth, so Dave politely let him step in, but the boy just handed him the three slips of paper and one envelope and continued on, tipping his cap as he went.
Dave looked at the three slips of paper noticing him that his ration supply was low, and threw the slips away naturally, and then got to the the large, hastily sealed envelope on the bottom. It was sloppily labeled "Dave C. Austin". He tore it open, slightly ripping the contents inside. It read; "Dear Mr. Austin, you have been selected to serve in the Western Powers United States Armory Force. You will be prompted for duties some time tomorrow morning. Thank you for your courageous participation, and God be with you."
With a sigh and a grunt of disapproval, he dosed off to sleep on the couch.
CHAPTER 2: AIR
Dave was awoken by a powerful bang on his door, which pissed him off quite a bit. "Who the fuck is it now?" he said, yelling groggily. "You better learn to use a tighter tongue when speaking to your superiors from now on, private," he heard a fierce voice strike though the room. Dave sprang to his feet, with a pounding headache from a strict hangover. He opened the door to an extremely husky man, behind him two men holding rifles. "You where drafted to serve for your country, private, so I suppose that means the only way we could get you, you worthless deadbeat, to serve your country was by force, am I right?" The man boomed. Dave tensed, and kept a scowl and just stared at the ground. "That's what I thought. Well, you're going to bleed stars and stripes whether you want to or not, private. Here is your uniforms, two for combat, and two for sleepware. You will be responsible for when you change, and how you cleanse your clothing." The man threw a heavy sack down at his feet. Then he stepped back, and one of the two men stepped forwards. "You will be transported in 2 hours to a preparation camp for 1 week to prepare and get in shape for the war. You will be leaving any family members and possesions behind, and are only allowed to bring 150 lbs of possessions with you, which will be searched and approved. Bring whatever weapons you own, and water or any other non-perishable food item with you, as these do not count towards you're weight capacity." The man stepped backwards, and the second man stepped forward, shook his hand, and gave him what looked like an identification card.
Dave walked back inside and walked over to a small locked compartment, which he pulled out a a lengthy Colt. 45 revolver, and 5 packs of ammunition. He began packing, never in his life had he felt so controlled, so disgraced, so low and worthless.
He stepped inside the army vehicle, that was large and camouflaged heavily, only the thin spokes of the tires where anything other than green and yellow. When he stepped on, he saw an extension of men, some already wearing their combat suites, some wearing morning apparel. He saw men looking at pictures of their children and wives and family, sobbing in denial that they would most likely never see their family again. Dave sat down, and looked to his left, to a man in his thirties, taking a drag of a cigarette and folding a picture of his wife and 2 year old child into his front pocket. He had a scruffy cheek, with kind of a 5 o'clock shadow, as some would call it. His hair and beard where a greasy gray, and he was wearing dark sunglasses. "What's your name?" the man said, not even looking at Dave. "Me?" Dave asked, surprised. The man swerved his head slowly, and nodded. "Dave, Dave Austin. Just call me Austin." Dave said. "Didn't ask for a story, now did I?" the man said, with a sly smile, "I asked for a name. Nevermind. Name's Jason Stone." Dave nodded. Mockingly, Stone looked at Dave, "Just call me Stone." he said. Dave grunted, and the engined hummed to life, and they began their trek towards Chicago to train.
Dave dosed off to sleep, and woke up suddenly a voice boomed "Attention!" and they all scurried to a standing, tense position. An army officer who's badge read "General Walker".
"You, pitiful group of so-called-patriots, will be serving your country through sweat, shooting, and pain. I don't want to hear one whimper of bitching about any type of hardship, or you'll be peeling spuds for weeks. Do I make myself clear?" The entire group said aloud "Sir yes Sir!"
Dave stepped out of the car and felt the fresh air, and took his first breath of clean, natural air that he hadn't known for months. He had a sort of buzz, but not the buzz he usually gets from alchohol, but the buzz from being an american patriot. He was now a United States Soldier.
Here's a basic summary, though; It's about a future war between the entire continent of North America and Europe vs. Asia and smaller islands of south america. The American Faction adopts the Island Hopping method, while Canada takes most of the air force, along with Americas finest pilots. Europe uses brute strength and floods asia, and the south american islands are where concentration camps are set up for war captives.
It's a pretty intense war, but on the Homefront (a small area of the united states that is safe from all corners of the war, and where most of the science and war strategy planning goes on,) a new type of mass destruction weapon is almost completed, one that can set entire square miles on fire, instantly wiping out any type or form of life within it. Tunnels are secretly built by the south american islands that are revolutionary; tunnels that are literally under the sea floor, designed to withstand great pressures, and any form of a nuclear fallout. All the tunnels are being designed to reach one area; the Homefront.
A major draft goes on internationally, recruiting roughly 40% of the Adult Male population, and 20% of the female population. Turncoats arise, and the WOMD is in jeopardy of being obtained by the enemy, most of Canada is invaded and controlled, one deadly realization comes to the Head of Armory of the War.....
WARNING, THIS CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION AND STRONG LANGUAGE
CHAPTER 1: DRAFT
It was a chilly April night, Dave Austin looked out the fogged window. "Shitty day," he muttered, taking a sip of some highly rationed liqueur. In Dave's opinion, he had every right to drink. His wife and only child had been killed by a Chinese officer who had invaded the pre-war Alabama. Ever since he got to the homefront, he was a deadbeat. No reason to enjoy what life he had, or what was left of it, anyway.
He turned on the television, and started watching one of the 3 channels that where available. They where in an underground channel divided into little "neighborhoods", (Cages, as Davewould have said.), and it was usually freezing, as all oil that could be used for heating would be sent off to the War to support the high oil needs for keeping the planes and ground vehicles well lubricated. He zipped his coat up a little higher, in an attempt to shut out the night's brittle fierceness.
There is a war underway, of amazing proportions. No one knows quite how it started, as it is one of the many secrets being held from the people of the homefront. It had been rumored that the war started when a dispute between how the national waste should be desposed of sparked, and Japan declared war on America for making a suggestion that the waste should be disposed of in a vault under japan, whereas japan took great offense to such a statement and called out the American congress, and was dismissed from the discussion and debate entirely. After american casualties where taken, Great Britain sent out a pact to most of the european contries that asked for a treaty. After the treaty was signed, america asked for support in the war, and Europe was more than happy to contribute after receiving help after an economic crisis in the late 2020's. The war hit full scale after the Homefront was created, and most of america and all of canada where invaded. The war was so full scale, that a draft will go underway to recruit new soldiers, recruiting men from every country, and women from most of Europe and England as nurses or partsmakers, where specially trained women who fought for the right to contribute to the war firsthand, known as WFF (Women for Freedom Fighting), actually fight in the war under a special quadrant, usually performing alongside the special ops team (due to the extensive training they undergo).
Dave knew very well that the draft will probably recruit him, but felt no compelling urge to exercise. Suddenly thinking of physical activity and enjoyment of older days, he remembered a day during peacetime, a crisp day, the summer wind blowing freshly through his short black hair, the grip of the bat in his hand and the feeling of the grass under his feet, and the clang of the bat as he struck the ball with all his might. He ran full speed towards the base, hoping for a double or maybe a triple. The ball hit off the right back wall, and he sped up. He ran for the in-park homerun, and slid towards victory and praise, he leaned down and layed back, sliding his feet, when an outfielder who had ran towards home base jumped for the ball, and landed right on his left ankle, snapping it in an instant.
Dave snapped back to reality, and looked sternly at his ankle that had faulted his childhood baseball career, stopping him from running his record speed ever again. He coughed, and half drunk, looked over the the clock that read 9:14. Mail time. In the development underground, a mailboy would come to each home and give them their mail, and tonight was the night of the draft (as the television stated very often and clearly). He stumbled over to the aluminum door and waited for the pound. A pang hit the door, and he fumbled to open the knob. The newsboy looked pale and miserable, deprived of sunlight and warmth, so Dave politely let him step in, but the boy just handed him the three slips of paper and one envelope and continued on, tipping his cap as he went.
Dave looked at the three slips of paper noticing him that his ration supply was low, and threw the slips away naturally, and then got to the the large, hastily sealed envelope on the bottom. It was sloppily labeled "Dave C. Austin". He tore it open, slightly ripping the contents inside. It read; "Dear Mr. Austin, you have been selected to serve in the Western Powers United States Armory Force. You will be prompted for duties some time tomorrow morning. Thank you for your courageous participation, and God be with you."
With a sigh and a grunt of disapproval, he dosed off to sleep on the couch.
CHAPTER 2: AIR
Dave was awoken by a powerful bang on his door, which pissed him off quite a bit. "Who the fuck is it now?" he said, yelling groggily. "You better learn to use a tighter tongue when speaking to your superiors from now on, private," he heard a fierce voice strike though the room. Dave sprang to his feet, with a pounding headache from a strict hangover. He opened the door to an extremely husky man, behind him two men holding rifles. "You where drafted to serve for your country, private, so I suppose that means the only way we could get you, you worthless deadbeat, to serve your country was by force, am I right?" The man boomed. Dave tensed, and kept a scowl and just stared at the ground. "That's what I thought. Well, you're going to bleed stars and stripes whether you want to or not, private. Here is your uniforms, two for combat, and two for sleepware. You will be responsible for when you change, and how you cleanse your clothing." The man threw a heavy sack down at his feet. Then he stepped back, and one of the two men stepped forwards. "You will be transported in 2 hours to a preparation camp for 1 week to prepare and get in shape for the war. You will be leaving any family members and possesions behind, and are only allowed to bring 150 lbs of possessions with you, which will be searched and approved. Bring whatever weapons you own, and water or any other non-perishable food item with you, as these do not count towards you're weight capacity." The man stepped backwards, and the second man stepped forward, shook his hand, and gave him what looked like an identification card.
Dave walked back inside and walked over to a small locked compartment, which he pulled out a a lengthy Colt. 45 revolver, and 5 packs of ammunition. He began packing, never in his life had he felt so controlled, so disgraced, so low and worthless.
He stepped inside the army vehicle, that was large and camouflaged heavily, only the thin spokes of the tires where anything other than green and yellow. When he stepped on, he saw an extension of men, some already wearing their combat suites, some wearing morning apparel. He saw men looking at pictures of their children and wives and family, sobbing in denial that they would most likely never see their family again. Dave sat down, and looked to his left, to a man in his thirties, taking a drag of a cigarette and folding a picture of his wife and 2 year old child into his front pocket. He had a scruffy cheek, with kind of a 5 o'clock shadow, as some would call it. His hair and beard where a greasy gray, and he was wearing dark sunglasses. "What's your name?" the man said, not even looking at Dave. "Me?" Dave asked, surprised. The man swerved his head slowly, and nodded. "Dave, Dave Austin. Just call me Austin." Dave said. "Didn't ask for a story, now did I?" the man said, with a sly smile, "I asked for a name. Nevermind. Name's Jason Stone." Dave nodded. Mockingly, Stone looked at Dave, "Just call me Stone." he said. Dave grunted, and the engined hummed to life, and they began their trek towards Chicago to train.
Dave dosed off to sleep, and woke up suddenly a voice boomed "Attention!" and they all scurried to a standing, tense position. An army officer who's badge read "General Walker".
"You, pitiful group of so-called-patriots, will be serving your country through sweat, shooting, and pain. I don't want to hear one whimper of bitching about any type of hardship, or you'll be peeling spuds for weeks. Do I make myself clear?" The entire group said aloud "Sir yes Sir!"
Dave stepped out of the car and felt the fresh air, and took his first breath of clean, natural air that he hadn't known for months. He had a sort of buzz, but not the buzz he usually gets from alchohol, but the buzz from being an american patriot. He was now a United States Soldier.
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Re: Operation Hellfire
Clonehunter Sun Mar 28, 2010 6:06 pm
Not too bad. Whats the site agian? Wouldn't mind taking a look.
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Re: Operation Hellfire
Raging Raptor Mon Mar 29, 2010 12:06 am
Depends. What country are you from?(you can PM me if it's private) The owner of the site (Mr. Rubberband Sire) doesn't let certain countries join, and if I hadn't joined so early, I wouldn't be a member (being I live in Pennsylvania). He absolutely hates americans and canadians, and wants his site to be mainly british literature.Clonehunter wrote:Not too bad. Whats the site agian? Wouldn't mind taking a look.
Anyway, I'll put a word in for you guys, and maybe he'll make an acception.
CHAPTER 3: SAVO
Dave is a changed man. Fit-not as fit as his superiors would like-but he could run considerably fast and enduring. He had some more muscle, and toned muscle. Stone too had gotten into shape, he got rid of the disadvantage of losing his breath often. They ran several courses, and had the opportunity to get promoted all the way to Specialist (1 rank up from private 1st class). Dave only got to Private 1st class, aswell as Stone, because they both failed the Archery portion of the course, where you shoot an arrow as close to the target as possible (to teach the soldiers how to improvise on weapons they find in the field).
That was the last day of training, and Dave was already convinced that they would be in no harm whatsoever. They would just toil around with the vehicles, clean off the planes, and do stuff that private's usually do. They would be the scrubs in the war, to go in and clean house after the first wave of soldiers came in.
But that was not the case at all. Dave went to sleep, sore as ever that night, wishing he'd left america to go to a country that is in peacetime, like Greenland, or Norway. They are the mainly neutral countries, the ones that actually declared neutrality. Dave's alarm clock woke him up at four o'clock, which he irritatedly turned off and continued sleeping. He woke up to heavy smoke in his face. Going to a state of alarm, he thought there was a fire, he sprang to his feet, and opened his eyes wide.
Next to him was stone, smiling and shaking his head. "Wakey. The general wants us in the courtyard, aparently we're gettin' hauled off to Savo Island in some helicopter." Stone said, indifferently.
Dave was now wide awake. "Do we need to be in gear?" Stone looked at him, and said "Does it look like it to you?" Stone was in full outfit, his buzz cut covered by his cap, and his eyes hidden by his dark and reflective glasses. He was wearing a full outfit, standard issue outfit, camo with straps containing Assault Rifle ammunition. He had his rifle strapped to his back, his pistol loosely in it's holster, and his heavy boots tied tight.
Dave got ready, and headed out to General Walker giving a speech to the lower regiment before they where deployed to Savo island.
"Men, I have trained you to the best of my ability. Some of you I am proud to say I recruit, others, I wouldn't spit in your direction." General Walker turned and looked at Private Staley, who had failed all the courses, and could not successfully hit any of the targets. He often mouthed off to General Walker, in which he got 1 hour of sleep that night taken away.
"We are going to Savo island. That island knows us more than we know her. She has been soaked in american blood, she has seen american defeat, and tonight, she will see Hellfire and Revenge! Stomp through every corner of the island with your rifles ready, leave no civilians, leave no trace of Japanese scum, leave nothing of them but disgraced corpses, and drop a cross on each one, so that the Lord may take pity to them aswell. Tonight, my fellow americans, our ancestors are looking down on us, our ancestors are pleading for revenge, and we will not deny them in spite. Brothers, Reign Hell!"
The men stormed off into the helicopter loading zone. A man stepped forewords, "I am Sgt. Larson, you will take orders from me and Corporal Shaw. We will arrive at the east end of Savo, and have three groups storm the middle, and the others flanking the southern end of the island westword. On the north end of the island, three placement bombs will detonate, that is, if our Special Operations team gets it right. Stay clear of 4oo lateral, that is where the landing zone is for quadrant 86, who will come in after us to take war captives and retrieve vitals. You are now responsible for your own well being, and are cleared to open fire on arrival to the island. Let's move."
They boarded the helicopter. On the way, discussion sparked here and there, and they where divided into their groups. "Private Austin, Private Stone, over here." Walker commanded. "You two will be going with Lieutenant Byrd and other members of his quadrant. Don't dissapoint me, men, we rendezvous at Tanakola Village at o' 7 hundred hours. Corporal, status," Walker commanded. "We got about several minutes before landing, and Byrd says he's landed around a small mountain range behind Koela. He'll be setting down a flare any minute." Walker looked down at Savo. It was a misty island, and looked so peaceful, but as they neared, sounds of gunfire and riots grew louder. Dave tensed, and gripped his gun.
Today was going to be a long day.
Here is an image of Savo Island, So you'll know what I'm talking about.
CHAPTER 4: SPECIAL OPS
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Andrew Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:04 am
So to him just like the guy off of ICarly I'm a hob knocker to him? Hm, it sounds neat but I can't. I'm a foolish idiotic hobknocker.
EDIT: Forgot to finish.
I like the stories, especially another one like this. Great job.
EDIT: Forgot to finish.
I like the stories, especially another one like this. Great job.
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Re: Operation Hellfire
Raging Raptor Mon Mar 29, 2010 3:01 pm
Andrew wrote:So to him just like the guy off of ICarly I'm a hob knocker to him? Hm, it sounds neat but I can't. I'm a foolish idiotic hobknocker.
EDIT: Forgot to finish.
I like the stories, especially another one like this. Great job.
...what do you mean? This is the first story I made that is war/combat based. Elaborate. Maybe you mean Operation Lost Cause, but I didn't get past chapter 1 here (I completed it on Mr.R's forum.)
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Andrew Mon Mar 29, 2010 4:27 pm
I don't mean another like yours, I mean another action type related genre.
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Raging Raptor Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:53 pm
CHAPTER 4: SPECIAL OPS
Aaron took a deep breath, and held his parachute bag. His uniform heavily camoflogued; but not typical camo. It was a clear and blue-ish tint, to blend in with the sky and look like Flares rather than a parachuting soldier. Their mission was to plant four bombs at the north end of the island at a school called Balola, in the Heating system on the roof. Then they would have 10 minutes to evacuate, and hide. Then, in the It would be difficult; being they are parachuting into the center of the island and making their way inward, meeting with the U.S Navy, who has been fighting a naval battle for 3 days straight. After that, they would be taken to a naval warship where they would be transported to their next mission. "Scatter!" a voice said "In ready position. We got at least two hot ones down below, and five chills in back position. Advised to touchdown near the third set of trees by the watering hole," Captain Jerry "Trophy" Waters said. "We're over the FZ, sir, jump on will." The pilot said. "Roger that, Scatter, Trophy, Snowman, and the rest, let's move," Allen "Bark" Simpson said. Bark checked his weapon.
The weapons they where holding where SOPMOD MP60's, a newer edition to the MP40's. All except Snowman, who's outfit was always different then theirs; he wore a white army suit with a type of signature top hat and a sniper rifle that had the word "Frosty" engraved on it in several places. He wears a white mask that mimics the face of a snowman (carrot nose and coal smiley face) and white tint sunglasses. He had been in the airforce and the military for two years, and served in the army for 3. Now he ran the Special Ops team alongside Bark. Scatter and Trophy where hand selected from the military to go and serve the Special Ops team. Their group was known as SP122, on account of their first month of service was in January, 2022.
There where 3 assistants with them; two military graduates that where looking into Special Ops. Scatter knew their names, but was told to refer to them as pigeon 1, 2, and 3.
Scatter looked at the bomb in the side of his suite, and realized that it would explode if he was exposed to any sort of flammable substance, so he put a protective casing around it, the same material used with firefighters to repel fire. Snowman was the first to jump, but for some reason pulled his chute very early. Scatter jumped next. Half way through, he heard a shot, panicking, he pulled out his M60. He calmed when he heard Snowman say "That's a kill." Down below, one of the three men yelled something in Japanese,and looked towards the sky. Soon, he fell hard with a yelp, a large splash of blood squirting from his shoulder, and 3 seconds later, one coming from his back. Again, Snowman said "Kill." silently. Over his radio, Scatter heard "Look just west, since you already have your weapon out, take out the one on the right. Ill drop a betty to sweep up the group on the right.
Scatter aimed down the sights on one man who was searching the sky, and shot him. The one on the left panicked, and sprayed bullets all over the sky. "Shit, my chute's penetrated, Scatter, take out that loose target!"Said Bark. Scatter was going to shoot him anyway, and was waiting for the clear. He shot three times, pacing himself, until the man below stopped squirming. "Nice shot. Snowman, I'm going to hit touchdown first unless you give some slack to the chute, we're going to be split up. Pigeons, follow Snowmans route, Scatter, stay with trophy. I'll meet up with you when I land. Bark out." Snowman switched his weapon to what looked like a small machine pistol, silenced of course. "Let's hit the watering hole to the left, permission to fire at any tar-PIGEON! YOU"RE OFF COURSE! YOU'RE IN HEAVY FIR-" "Trophy, calm down. He's gone."
In the distance, Pigeon 2 had flew off course, over the enemy base over the mountain range, and soon gunfire was heard. Snowman said solemnly over the radio, "Moment of silence for Pigeon two, Arnold Neal." They grew nearer to the ground, and Scatter and Trophy landed near the misty pool by the watering hole. "We're moving" Trophy said, silently. Someone yelled something in Japanese, and Trophy screamed "I'm hit! I'm hit! hit the ground! Defense two eight! Now! Now!
Scatter's vision was blurred. He looked over to Trophy who was shooting rapidly at two or three targets. Scatter looked at his hands, one finger was bleeding, and his wrist had what looked like a bullet in it. He looked at his chest, there was a huge dent in his armor, which was probably what knocked the wind out of him. He heaved up his gun, and shot two or three targets down. "Three kills! Four hits four hits!" Scatter yelled. After about 5 minutes, things where silent, all besides a horn that was whining throughout the entire area. His ears where ringing, and he was sweating profusely. He heard Bark say over the radio "Trophy! Scatter! Location status!" Trophy said, "about 30 meters north of the smaller watering hole, we're near a large rusty gate. Where should we meet?"
"Stay there. Me, Snowman and the Pigeons have met up. We're at the watering hole now, we're heading north. The school, according to my field GPS, is about 300 yards up, just over that small mountain range. Luckily, I know a route we can take, but it's going to take us through the middle. We'll meet lethal company, but nothing we can't handle."
They stayed there for a minute and rested. Trophy rolled up his pant leg sleeve, and revealed four bullet wounds. He pulled out a medical kit, dug out the bullets with a dagger, and he poured a soda like fluid on the wounds, and then rapped a bandage over it.. Trophy was a very strong man. His eyes teared up, but the man never cried. Never.
Aaron took a deep breath, and held his parachute bag. His uniform heavily camoflogued; but not typical camo. It was a clear and blue-ish tint, to blend in with the sky and look like Flares rather than a parachuting soldier. Their mission was to plant four bombs at the north end of the island at a school called Balola, in the Heating system on the roof. Then they would have 10 minutes to evacuate, and hide. Then, in the It would be difficult; being they are parachuting into the center of the island and making their way inward, meeting with the U.S Navy, who has been fighting a naval battle for 3 days straight. After that, they would be taken to a naval warship where they would be transported to their next mission. "Scatter!" a voice said "In ready position. We got at least two hot ones down below, and five chills in back position. Advised to touchdown near the third set of trees by the watering hole," Captain Jerry "Trophy" Waters said. "We're over the FZ, sir, jump on will." The pilot said. "Roger that, Scatter, Trophy, Snowman, and the rest, let's move," Allen "Bark" Simpson said. Bark checked his weapon.
The weapons they where holding where SOPMOD MP60's, a newer edition to the MP40's. All except Snowman, who's outfit was always different then theirs; he wore a white army suit with a type of signature top hat and a sniper rifle that had the word "Frosty" engraved on it in several places. He wears a white mask that mimics the face of a snowman (carrot nose and coal smiley face) and white tint sunglasses. He had been in the airforce and the military for two years, and served in the army for 3. Now he ran the Special Ops team alongside Bark. Scatter and Trophy where hand selected from the military to go and serve the Special Ops team. Their group was known as SP122, on account of their first month of service was in January, 2022.
There where 3 assistants with them; two military graduates that where looking into Special Ops. Scatter knew their names, but was told to refer to them as pigeon 1, 2, and 3.
Scatter looked at the bomb in the side of his suite, and realized that it would explode if he was exposed to any sort of flammable substance, so he put a protective casing around it, the same material used with firefighters to repel fire. Snowman was the first to jump, but for some reason pulled his chute very early. Scatter jumped next. Half way through, he heard a shot, panicking, he pulled out his M60. He calmed when he heard Snowman say "That's a kill." Down below, one of the three men yelled something in Japanese,and looked towards the sky. Soon, he fell hard with a yelp, a large splash of blood squirting from his shoulder, and 3 seconds later, one coming from his back. Again, Snowman said "Kill." silently. Over his radio, Scatter heard "Look just west, since you already have your weapon out, take out the one on the right. Ill drop a betty to sweep up the group on the right.
Scatter aimed down the sights on one man who was searching the sky, and shot him. The one on the left panicked, and sprayed bullets all over the sky. "Shit, my chute's penetrated, Scatter, take out that loose target!"Said Bark. Scatter was going to shoot him anyway, and was waiting for the clear. He shot three times, pacing himself, until the man below stopped squirming. "Nice shot. Snowman, I'm going to hit touchdown first unless you give some slack to the chute, we're going to be split up. Pigeons, follow Snowmans route, Scatter, stay with trophy. I'll meet up with you when I land. Bark out." Snowman switched his weapon to what looked like a small machine pistol, silenced of course. "Let's hit the watering hole to the left, permission to fire at any tar-PIGEON! YOU"RE OFF COURSE! YOU'RE IN HEAVY FIR-" "Trophy, calm down. He's gone."
In the distance, Pigeon 2 had flew off course, over the enemy base over the mountain range, and soon gunfire was heard. Snowman said solemnly over the radio, "Moment of silence for Pigeon two, Arnold Neal." They grew nearer to the ground, and Scatter and Trophy landed near the misty pool by the watering hole. "We're moving" Trophy said, silently. Someone yelled something in Japanese, and Trophy screamed "I'm hit! I'm hit! hit the ground! Defense two eight! Now! Now!
Scatter's vision was blurred. He looked over to Trophy who was shooting rapidly at two or three targets. Scatter looked at his hands, one finger was bleeding, and his wrist had what looked like a bullet in it. He looked at his chest, there was a huge dent in his armor, which was probably what knocked the wind out of him. He heaved up his gun, and shot two or three targets down. "Three kills! Four hits four hits!" Scatter yelled. After about 5 minutes, things where silent, all besides a horn that was whining throughout the entire area. His ears where ringing, and he was sweating profusely. He heard Bark say over the radio "Trophy! Scatter! Location status!" Trophy said, "about 30 meters north of the smaller watering hole, we're near a large rusty gate. Where should we meet?"
"Stay there. Me, Snowman and the Pigeons have met up. We're at the watering hole now, we're heading north. The school, according to my field GPS, is about 300 yards up, just over that small mountain range. Luckily, I know a route we can take, but it's going to take us through the middle. We'll meet lethal company, but nothing we can't handle."
They stayed there for a minute and rested. Trophy rolled up his pant leg sleeve, and revealed four bullet wounds. He pulled out a medical kit, dug out the bullets with a dagger, and he poured a soda like fluid on the wounds, and then rapped a bandage over it.. Trophy was a very strong man. His eyes teared up, but the man never cried. Never.
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Re: Operation Hellfire
JurassicPark!Hunter Tue Jun 29, 2010 12:11 am
Just.. AWESOME! *-*
You gotta love this (:
You gotta love this (:
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