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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 1, 2011 11:47:51 GMT -5
Capt. Williamson sat on the edge of the UH-60 Blackhawk, call-sign Poseidon, looking out at the blackness of the forest they were flying over. These Nightstalkers were some ballsy pilots he could reach out and touch the treetops if he wanted to. The copilot shouted out "60 seconds". Williamson's team, a squad of the Air Force's elite Air Pararescue team, was being inserted to rescue a CIA informant, he never understood why they just didn't call them spies. Supposedly she is the biggest asset that America has in the far east and was captured by ASEAN and was being held in a warehouse on the edge of chinese territory, their mission was to get in, rescue the informant, torch the place and get out. The whole mission was planned to take 2 minutes from start to end, the helicopter would circle around and pick them up on the roof when they had the informant. "30 second, target in sight, Poseidon will stay and provide limited air cover. Over target, stabilizing, ropes deploying, greenlight go go go." Williams and his team grabbed onto the ropes and began fast roping down to the roof.
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Post by ebony on Feb 1, 2011 11:54:15 GMT -5
Inside the building she sat on a wooden chair. The wood was biting into her back, and she was ready to get out. She was tied up with handcuffs behind her, rope tied around her from there to hold her in place. She had been going through tons of torture to find out what she knew about other countries. As one of the best spies, Naveah was a high commodity around here. Along her cheeks and neck there were thin lines of cutting going on, some of the people in here believing she would talk if the they cut her up like they were doing. She clenched her teeth, feeling the blade slide against the side of her cheek again. It burned, and she was almost positive that the blade wasn't clean. She was still dressed in her spy clothing, the black leather plants clutching onto her legs, a black top that clutched her body all around clinging onto her torso. There was a large cut in her side, and that one came from when they found her. It was the first time she had ever been caught, and her dark eyes stared ahead. Her glasses had been broken infront of her face, and that made it impossible for her to use her gift secretly. If she wanted to calculate anything,s he would have to project it on the wall, and well, that just didn't work when the criminals could read your mind.
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Post by Midnight on Feb 1, 2011 12:01:49 GMT -5
(I'll pass on this one not feeling it....and not sure where to jump in is this fantasy or real..kinda confused here?)
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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 1, 2011 12:37:37 GMT -5
Once their boots hit the roof Poseidon flew off, and they could hear loud noises radiating from the building. Those fools had either their radio or T.V. blaring, most likely radio given that it was in fact China. Williamson located an entry-point, a doorway that led down into the warehouse. He signaled for his team to go dark and silent, no radios and only suppressed weapons, which meant just their pistols their M-4 Sophmods had not been equipped with a supressor. Williamson gave the sign for his team to move to the door, when they got there they stacked up and the doorknob began to turn. His team immediately dropped down to one knee and trained their weapons on the door, a Chinese man came strolling out on a smoke break. Williamson wasted no time; he came up behind the unfortunate soul, covered his mouth and slit his throat. The man struggled feebly as the blood bubbled from his severed throat, Williamson held tight until he was still, and drug him into a hidden area. He looked back and his team had secured the doorway and were waiting his command. He made his way to the doorway, and gave the signal to move down the stairs. The stairwell led into a room that overlooked the action in the room. The informant was tied to a chair and being cut up she was lucky they got here in the beginning part of the torture. Williamson whispered to his team "Spread out, take up positions on the catwalk and wait for my signal." Once the team was in place he gave the signal, three flashbang grenades flew into the area, exploded which blinded and confused the hostiles. "GO LOUD GO LOUD," The chatter of M-4's filled the room as hostiles dropped. Williamson ran onto the floor and kicked down the informants chair to keep her from being caught in the crossfire. He cut the ropes that were holding her to the chair, once she was free she began struggling against him, which given the situation didn't surprise him. He however did not have the time to deal with this, so he pistolwhipped her in the back of the head to knock her out and then joined in the gunfight. By this time the few Chinese left had grabbed their AKs, their reports filled the air along with the M-4s but only for a few seconds and then they were silent. Williamson's team descended onto the floor, all of them accounted for, one had caught a round in the shoulder but the medic had patched that up and he would be fine. Williamson carried the informant to the roof as his team rigged the explosives in the building, Poseidon arrived as the demo team joined him on the rooftop they boarded the chopper and began the flight back to base.
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Post by ebony on Feb 1, 2011 14:44:06 GMT -5
She was scared. Grenades were flying around her, and the flash caused her to momentarily go blind. She felt her chair pushed down, and her weight made the chair crush down on her small body. It hurt, but nothing in comparison to what the hostiles must have felt with the amount of shooting that was going on. She then felt hands around her, and she struggled, finding that she had been released from the ropes. She struggled against the arms, still blinded from the flash. That's when she felt the whip in the back of her head, and her world went black instead of the bright white that she had previously saw. Her body went slack, and she went into a world of unconsciousness while the men did their job.
It wasn't until about twenty minutes later that she finally started to gain her consciousness. The first thing she noticed was the blistering headache that pulsed through her brain. It felt like she got hit with a bat in the back of the head, and well, that was close to what actually happened to the poor girl. She squinted her eyes against the light, having been in a dark room for about 48 hours. Her body was aching, and she lightly touched her cheek. The cuts were still open. She gritted her teeth and finally looked around, her eyes adjusting to the brightness. Finding sight of her men opposed to the hostiles was a very good sign. A goofy grin found its way on her lips, and she leaned her head back. "Do you guys have my glasses?" Of course, she was only worried about the red tinted glasses that she was without. The only way she could use her gift and it was gone.
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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 2, 2011 18:25:47 GMT -5
Williamson looked over and saw the girl waking up, they had gotten to base about ten minutes ago and they had admitted her into the medical by. "Well, well, well. It seems that Sleeping Beauty has finally decided to rejoin us. We did not grab any glasses, they weren't exactly a priority at the time. How are you feeling?"
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Post by ebony on Feb 2, 2011 22:19:07 GMT -5
Any other day, she would have groaned and hit him for cracking a joke about being a sleeping beauty. She sat up, not liking the bright lights in the medical area. She dismissed the feeling part for now, pretty caught up in her lack of glasses. "Damn, are you joking?" she grumbled, rubbing her fists against her eyelids, brushing the grime out of them. "I need them," she muttered, mind caught up in ways of obtaining glasses again. She bit her lip and then looked back up at him, finally remembering that he asked her how she was feeling. "Oh, well if feels like I got hit by a truck, but I'll manage," she said quietly, her voice giving hint to her pain. She sighed, rubbing her hands against her forehead, the only part of her face that hadn't been slashed at during the torture process.
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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 2, 2011 22:53:01 GMT -5
Why was this girl so worried about her glasses, she could just get a new prescription. He had other things to worry about than this spy, he had completed his mission now he had to go to debriefing. "I hate to leave you like this ma'am but I have to go, get fixed up and rested. Hopefully our next meeting will be under better circumstances." He hated leaving a wounded soldier but there was still a war to be fought, and with this he headed towards the HQ for debriefing.
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Post by ebony on Feb 2, 2011 23:06:32 GMT -5
She nodded, knowing that there were bigger priorities than her. She sighed, leaning back and muttering about her glasses. She pushed her legs off the side of the bed, bringing the rolling IV with her. She sat on the cold floor, her eyes suddenly projecting up images of her mission. She scrolled through them, running her finger along the floor. Little bits of information were everywhere, and her hands could be seen on the floor, grabbing the info and piecing it together. It was like the floor had become a computer mouse and keyboard. She flicked through pictures, each image and piece of information that was going through her being projected on the wall. This was why she needed her glasses; it was more private. A nurse walked into the room, and let out a gasp of surprise when finding her patient on the floor. "Get out," Naveah growled, not even looking at the woman. "I, I need to bandage your neck," she muttered, and Naveah blinked, all the images disappearing as she looked back at the woman. "Very well," she muttered, standing up and sitting on the bed. The woman came up and started to wash down the wounds on her neck. They were apparently worse than the ones on her face. She flinched when she felt the alcohol seep into them. "How bad am I cut up?" she asked as the woman worked on her. "Well, if they had pressed down just a little deeper, you wouldn't be here," she muttered nonchalantly, wrapping a bandage over the large gauze pads they placed on her. "Oh, that's lovely," Naveah grumbled, holding still as the nurse started to clean the face wounds.
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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 2, 2011 23:33:03 GMT -5
Williamson had been debriefed, always such a boring necessity, and he was heading back out to the helicopter pad. He was headed back into the red zone, hostile territory. There was a Navy SEAL team that had become trapped and it was his teams job to go get them.
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Post by ebony on Feb 3, 2011 0:09:28 GMT -5
She winced as the final bandages were placed on her. She looked like a mummy. Not really, but once she saw her reflection on a shiny surface, she thought so. She groaned, sitting up and pulling the rolling IV with her. She had apparently lost a lot of blood between her side and her torture cuts. Her side had required stitches, and this made it very difficult for her to move quickly. She gritted her teeth, not wanting to stay here. She pressed the nurse button and waited until the same girl reappeared in her room. "I'm healthy. Let me out."
It didn't really work like that. They didn't let her out for a few more days, and now the bandage on her face and neck was removed. She had some pretty gnarly scars on her face, and especially on her neck. She thought it gave her a cool look, and she was disappointed that it would fade eventually. She was now back in Somalia, sitting in a base in front of a computer. Her toe was touching the computer, and through that she had images posted up on her red tinted glasses. Her hands were free to allow her to scroll and type. She was currently attempting hacks, her brain a bowl of jelly as she went through the steps in the hacking process. It was almost second nature for this girl to type in the long codes and passwords.
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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 4, 2011 0:24:19 GMT -5
The SEAL's extraction had gone off without a hitch, the hostiles had actually retreated when they saw the Blackhawks fly in there wasn't even a firefight. Williamson had returned to base and gotten his complementary drinks from the men he had pulled out of the "red zone" he was however not granted leave. He was still on duty, waiting there was a lot of waiting in the military, they were waiting on some CIA spook to gather information on a Somalian weapons cache. Supposedly if this cache were to be destroyed it would raise the price of blackmarket weapons significantly and therefore make it harder for the militias to arm themselves.
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Post by ebony on Feb 4, 2011 0:50:45 GMT -5
She tapped in a few more passwords, adjusting a few codes before she was finally let into hostile systems. She jumped up with joy, letting out a startling yell of excitement as she leaped around the room before adjusting herself so that she was still touching the computer. She pressed down on a button on the little device in her ear. "Hello. It's Naveah. Yeah, yeah. I've gotten in." She listened to the device for a bit longer. "No. Too sensitive to discuss over open phone lines. Get me a laptop and a meeting with Williamson, then I can talk to you and Captain about what needs done." With that, she hung up and started saving images and files into her brain, and then again on a flash drive incase she needed further information. She started to pack up, she was going to be shipped to Williamson.
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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 4, 2011 22:33:50 GMT -5
The helicopter thundered over the semi sleeping base camp as Williamson was transported to a discrete facility. He had been suddenly awoken in the middle of the night, rushed to a helicopter, and he was being taken to a discrete facility at the edge of camp, this could only mean one thing CIA. The helicopter landed in front of the building, he jumped down and "ran" the propwash buffeted his movements. When he entered the building he found an empty room, save a projector, a screen, a desk, and a chair. He sat down in the chair, minutes later his assumption was confirmed, this was a CIA Op. The woman he had saved walked through the doorway and set a file down on the desk.
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Post by ebony on Feb 4, 2011 22:44:55 GMT -5
She was wide awake, head teeming with ideas and possibilities as she entered the room. "Good evening, Captain. Sorry for waking you up, but I felt this was pretty urgent," she begun, taping the file and opening it to give to him. "I've written down things that are able to be shared, such as the force that is guarding the cache in question." She looked at the projector and rolled her eyes. People obviously didn't realize it was stupid to give her that. She took off her glasses, setting them on the desk. She looked to the wall, and suddenly a map appeared from her eyes. She stepped closer, but that didn't distort the image any. "This," she said, pointing at a small dot on the map, "is the location."
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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 4, 2011 23:19:11 GMT -5
Williamson looked through the file, this was some deep shit. They wanted him and his team to insert and destroy a cache, they were the team for the job however. There was a defending force of 45-50, they would be provided air support from two little birds and the Super Stallion they would ride there, he would prefer airplanes but he would take what he could get. They would be shipping out the following night at 01:00 hopefully they would catch them sleeping. They needed to get in, verify, rig for detonation, and destroy. If he was reading this right, destroying this cache would increase the price of black-market weapons in the country by 60% no wonder they didn't want this information out on the air. He was to engrossed in the mission brief to notice that it was in fact not the projector that was putting the image up on the wall.
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Post by ebony on Feb 4, 2011 23:24:16 GMT -5
Naveah turned back, the imaging disappearing. "Now, Captain, I understand that you and your men are completely capable of destroying each and everyone of these hostiles. The problem that you men face is technology blocking you. They have a series of traps, twists and turns, password protection, and even DNA locks. It's very difficult to do without the proper means," she informed, pulling up this time a map of the cache. She pointed to a series of doors and hallways. "It would be nearly impossible for all nine you to get through these series of codes without having a computer with you," she admitted, turning back around, the image disappearing. "But, luckily you have me. I'll be assisting you in this journey. I understand that it will be something you're not used to, Williamson, but many of your means won't be able to work in such a high tech building. I will be cracking codes left and right, and I'll need you all to be the brute force behind the intellect."
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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 4, 2011 23:45:42 GMT -5
He would be escorting this woman through a combat zone, great, one more asset to watch over. Maybe she could shoot and help out, if she couldn't he wasn't entirely sure how this would work. He would figure this out later, now he needed to go back to the barracks and get some sleep and then tomorrow he would arm and brief his men. He walked back outside and the blackhawk was sitting outside, he stepped into the chopper and it started up. He was on his way back.
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Post by ebony on Feb 4, 2011 23:55:32 GMT -5
She watched as he abruptly left and she rolled her eyes. "Typical men," she grumbled, picking the folder and carrying it out with her. She didn't enroll in this business to be around men all day, but she would have definitely enjoyed it if they actually talked to her. She stalked out from the office, finding the first person to complain to. "I would like you to tell whoever gave me that room is a bumbling idiot. Tell them to read up on their operatives," she grumbled before heading into the room the gave her for the night. It was plain with a cot and a table, but that was enough for her. If she learned anything from living among men all the time, it was that comfort and unneccessities were exactly that, unnecessary.
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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 22, 2011 21:50:38 GMT -5
The next morning the Captain awoke at 05:00 to find a General standing at the end of he barracks, he stood up and was ordered to go back to sleep until 10:00. A really late start to the day but he assumed that they wanted his team to be rested for the mission, so he walked back to his bed and laid back down and slept. He was woken at exactly 10:00 and told to report to the armory. When he arrived he was alone in the armory, first pick at weapons, his key card would not unlock the main door to the armory. He was beginning to get frustrated with this new tech, when did regular locks and keys stop being affective? Then just for the hell of it he swiped it on the door that is reserved for the CIA, the door slid open. He learned long ago not to ask questions so he just walked in. He heard someone walk in behind him and turned to see the spook that gave him his mission.
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