Binthor
20-08-2004, 01:03
Kukemssa Pass, Cuba
Zulu Command Uranium Convoy
Tuesday, Day 1, 0700 Hours
A long line of vehicles plowed through a small, forest filled pass. There were many types of vehicles: Jeeps, hummers, tanks, all centered around ten covered trucks and one staff car in which two high-ranking officers were conversing.
"I'm telling you, Frank, there's nothing to worry about. This is a routine trip. Just get this uranium to Callaway Air Force Base from the Jasmire Headquarters," said a colonel to Brigadier General Franklin McHenry. "I know, that, Tim, but I just have a bad feeling about this. Like something's gonna happen. I don't know, just don't worry about it. I guess I'm just getting too old and jumpy for the military," replied Frank to his next in command, Colonel Timothy Ceno. "I just hope you're wrong about something bad happening, Frank. If anything does, though, we have almost two hundred strong infantry and nearly fifteen armor. I doubt anyone could take down this convoy," said Tim. He didn't know how wrong he was.
Hill 209, Overlooking Kukemssa Pass, Codename Watch Tower
Binthorian Liberation, Detachment 43, Material Recovery Division
Tuesday, Day 1, 0723 Hours
"Do you really think this will work, General? I mean, these are highly trained army guys against our rag tag bunch of Anarchist boys. Is it really possible to take out an armored convoy with this," questioned detachment leader Grigor Yates. "Of course we will take out the convoy, you idiot," hissed Division General Leonardo Gregory, "especially since we have this group of elites from the top. We also have surprise and superior numbers." Their group had around three hundred men, or boys, you might say. None were older than twenty-one years old. Except, of course, for the elites. They were vigourously trained ex-Spec Ops guys, and they looked ready to take on a whole army by themselves. Gregory had been told from the High Command to take out the convoy. They had even been unusually gracious and supplied brand new P-90 rifles and LAWs. Gregory was sure their plan would go along nicely. The general ran the whole plan through his mind one more time. "Okay. I think we are now ready. Issue the order to fire at exactly 7:30," commanded Gregory.
Kukemssa Pass, Cuba
Zulu Command Uranium Convoy
Tuesday, Day 1, 0729 Hours
"See, I told you nothing would happen, Frank. You had nothing to worry about," said Tim. He had just finished saying this when a volley of fire erupted from the hills. "Ambush," yelled the colonel. It was the last word he would ever say.
Callaway Air Force Base, 200 miles from Kukemssa Pass, Cuba
Ground Communication Center
Tuesday, Day 1, 0732 Hours
Lieutenant General Darwin "The Hornet" Sanders sat sipping his coffee in his military supplied office. Suddenly his aide rushed in, panting for breath. "Sir! Zulu is under attack! We just got a transmission. A radioman reported that about two hundred men have opened up on them from the hills. Many casualties." The general's jaw dropped. "And General McHenry? What of him?" The aide managed to get out a reply. "McHenry is dead sir, along with Ceno. They were cut down at the very first gunfire. All the tanks are demolished. The crews dead. The trucks' crews sniped... Very few infantry remaining..." The general was outraged. "Well, God, get some men out there! Help those men out! And contact all the nations, tell 'em we got a convoy of tons of uranium under attack!"
Kukemssa Pass, Cuba
Charlie Quick Response Team
Tuesday, Day 1, 1053 Hours
The helicopters flew over the convoy below. No, they flew over the debris below. There were smoking remains of vehicles and bodies everywhere. The only things untouched were the covered trucks. The teams set down. Quickly, medics ran to the wounded and men secured the perimeter. "Clear," yelled a major. A small group of men walked to trucks and inspected them. They looked through all, and then walked toward the major, dismayed. "All of the supplies are gone, sir. No trace." The major walked over to the general's bullet-ridden body grimly. "Someone will pay for this," he said angrily.
Zulu Command Uranium Convoy
Tuesday, Day 1, 0700 Hours
A long line of vehicles plowed through a small, forest filled pass. There were many types of vehicles: Jeeps, hummers, tanks, all centered around ten covered trucks and one staff car in which two high-ranking officers were conversing.
"I'm telling you, Frank, there's nothing to worry about. This is a routine trip. Just get this uranium to Callaway Air Force Base from the Jasmire Headquarters," said a colonel to Brigadier General Franklin McHenry. "I know, that, Tim, but I just have a bad feeling about this. Like something's gonna happen. I don't know, just don't worry about it. I guess I'm just getting too old and jumpy for the military," replied Frank to his next in command, Colonel Timothy Ceno. "I just hope you're wrong about something bad happening, Frank. If anything does, though, we have almost two hundred strong infantry and nearly fifteen armor. I doubt anyone could take down this convoy," said Tim. He didn't know how wrong he was.
Hill 209, Overlooking Kukemssa Pass, Codename Watch Tower
Binthorian Liberation, Detachment 43, Material Recovery Division
Tuesday, Day 1, 0723 Hours
"Do you really think this will work, General? I mean, these are highly trained army guys against our rag tag bunch of Anarchist boys. Is it really possible to take out an armored convoy with this," questioned detachment leader Grigor Yates. "Of course we will take out the convoy, you idiot," hissed Division General Leonardo Gregory, "especially since we have this group of elites from the top. We also have surprise and superior numbers." Their group had around three hundred men, or boys, you might say. None were older than twenty-one years old. Except, of course, for the elites. They were vigourously trained ex-Spec Ops guys, and they looked ready to take on a whole army by themselves. Gregory had been told from the High Command to take out the convoy. They had even been unusually gracious and supplied brand new P-90 rifles and LAWs. Gregory was sure their plan would go along nicely. The general ran the whole plan through his mind one more time. "Okay. I think we are now ready. Issue the order to fire at exactly 7:30," commanded Gregory.
Kukemssa Pass, Cuba
Zulu Command Uranium Convoy
Tuesday, Day 1, 0729 Hours
"See, I told you nothing would happen, Frank. You had nothing to worry about," said Tim. He had just finished saying this when a volley of fire erupted from the hills. "Ambush," yelled the colonel. It was the last word he would ever say.
Callaway Air Force Base, 200 miles from Kukemssa Pass, Cuba
Ground Communication Center
Tuesday, Day 1, 0732 Hours
Lieutenant General Darwin "The Hornet" Sanders sat sipping his coffee in his military supplied office. Suddenly his aide rushed in, panting for breath. "Sir! Zulu is under attack! We just got a transmission. A radioman reported that about two hundred men have opened up on them from the hills. Many casualties." The general's jaw dropped. "And General McHenry? What of him?" The aide managed to get out a reply. "McHenry is dead sir, along with Ceno. They were cut down at the very first gunfire. All the tanks are demolished. The crews dead. The trucks' crews sniped... Very few infantry remaining..." The general was outraged. "Well, God, get some men out there! Help those men out! And contact all the nations, tell 'em we got a convoy of tons of uranium under attack!"
Kukemssa Pass, Cuba
Charlie Quick Response Team
Tuesday, Day 1, 1053 Hours
The helicopters flew over the convoy below. No, they flew over the debris below. There were smoking remains of vehicles and bodies everywhere. The only things untouched were the covered trucks. The teams set down. Quickly, medics ran to the wounded and men secured the perimeter. "Clear," yelled a major. A small group of men walked to trucks and inspected them. They looked through all, and then walked toward the major, dismayed. "All of the supplies are gone, sir. No trace." The major walked over to the general's bullet-ridden body grimly. "Someone will pay for this," he said angrily.