Witzgall
02-01-2005, 03:27
The four members of Group Alpha hurried down the street. The sun may have been out, but the team still went unnoticed. The team rushed up to a door of a house, and two of the men rushed around to the backyard.
The other two, dressed in desert/urban camoflauge, stood on opposite sides of the front door. One grabbed a small block of C4 and stuck it to the wooden door. The other faced the street, looking out for any unexpected resistance.
The man, once finished planting the C4, grabbed a few pieces of metal wire from a pouch on his waist. He stuck in the tips of the five separate wires into the C4, and then made a five-point star on the door. He attached each wire to a blasting cap and a small amount of firing primer.
“This is Alpha Zero, we have breach. Over.” the man said, stepping away from the doorway.
“Roger.” the radio reported back.
Around the back of the house, the two other operatives began to boost one another up onto the second floor balcony. One of the men cupped his hands and boosted his comrade onto the balcony, and then jumped as high as he could and climbed up himself as his ally covered his back with his AR-42 suppressed rifle. (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=386161)
“Alpha One, we’re in place.” the operative said, pulling his comrade up onto the balcony.
One again, only a simple “Roger” was reported back.
“Awaiting go-code Delta.” said one of the operatives from the front of the house.
The men on the balcony looked at one another. A helicopter, a Kasatka Ka-60 (http://www.army-technology.com/projects/ka_60/), flies over the house. Here we go! all four operatives think as the front door is blasted open and the two balcony troopers kick in the door.
“WITZGALLIAN SPECIAL FORCES!” shouts one of the operatives as he rushes into the now-disintegrated front door.
The house is a disaster area, with illegal drugs and rifles all over. Three men are sitting at the kitchen table, with roughly eight kilograms of powder heroin on the table, along with a G3A3. One of the men jumps out of his chair and quickly reaches for the nearby rifle.
A quickly double-tap of the AR-42 sent two 5.56mm rounds straight into the man’s throat, sending him to the floor in a spasmatic heap. “GET DOWN OR I WILL BRING YOU DOWN!” shouts one of the troopers, aiming his AR-42 with hostility at the remaining “bad guys.”
On the second floor, all is quiet. A man rushes out of a nearby room with his back to the two operatives, holding an AN-94 rifle in his hands. He creeps towards the stairs. One of the operatives shouts “FREEZE” towards the man, and the man does. He stops in his tracks, and puts the gun on the ground.
“STAY STILL!” shouts one of the operatives.
One of the operatives keeps his rifle pointed as the man as the other one walks over to him and disarms him, bringing him to his knees with a quick kick to the back of his kneecap. The operative takes handcuffs out of one of his waistband pouches, and cuffs the man.
Downstairs, the two operatives are in an intense argument.
“Where is Joseph Lexmar?” asks one of the operatives.
“We do not know him. I swear.” one of the men replies, lying on the floor of the filthy kitchen with handcuffs on.
“Don’t fucking lie. Where is he?!” exclaims one of the operatives.
The two “upstairs operatives” come down the stairs, one holding his “hostage” by the neck. He pushes the man onto the floor next to his ‘roommates’
“All I want is the location of Joseph Lexmar.” says one of the operatives.
“We do not know him!” replies one of the captives.
“Damnit! Stop your lying! If you just give us an address we will let you go!” says an operative.
One of the operatives places his combat boot on the back of the captive and pushes down hard.
“Tell us where he is. You will do it!” the operative says, applying more pressure.
“Okay! Okay! He’s….he’s upstairs. Second door on the right.” says one of the captives.
Two of the operatives walk up the stairs and approach the second door, on the right. They stand in front of the door, and after a few seconds of suspense one of the operatives kicks in the door. A man lies on the bed, now awaken by the shattering of the door.
“Joseph Lexmar?” an operative asks.
“Who wants to know?” the man replies, standing from his bed.
“Mister Lexmar, you’re coming with us.”
The two operatives grab the man and handcuff him. One places a “potato sack” like bag on Lexmar’s head, and the operatives all leave their other captives on the floor, still handcuffed. They exit the building, and place Lexmar into the back of a white van, and they all piled in after him. The van drove quickly out of the street to avoid identification.
The other two, dressed in desert/urban camoflauge, stood on opposite sides of the front door. One grabbed a small block of C4 and stuck it to the wooden door. The other faced the street, looking out for any unexpected resistance.
The man, once finished planting the C4, grabbed a few pieces of metal wire from a pouch on his waist. He stuck in the tips of the five separate wires into the C4, and then made a five-point star on the door. He attached each wire to a blasting cap and a small amount of firing primer.
“This is Alpha Zero, we have breach. Over.” the man said, stepping away from the doorway.
“Roger.” the radio reported back.
Around the back of the house, the two other operatives began to boost one another up onto the second floor balcony. One of the men cupped his hands and boosted his comrade onto the balcony, and then jumped as high as he could and climbed up himself as his ally covered his back with his AR-42 suppressed rifle. (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=386161)
“Alpha One, we’re in place.” the operative said, pulling his comrade up onto the balcony.
One again, only a simple “Roger” was reported back.
“Awaiting go-code Delta.” said one of the operatives from the front of the house.
The men on the balcony looked at one another. A helicopter, a Kasatka Ka-60 (http://www.army-technology.com/projects/ka_60/), flies over the house. Here we go! all four operatives think as the front door is blasted open and the two balcony troopers kick in the door.
“WITZGALLIAN SPECIAL FORCES!” shouts one of the operatives as he rushes into the now-disintegrated front door.
The house is a disaster area, with illegal drugs and rifles all over. Three men are sitting at the kitchen table, with roughly eight kilograms of powder heroin on the table, along with a G3A3. One of the men jumps out of his chair and quickly reaches for the nearby rifle.
A quickly double-tap of the AR-42 sent two 5.56mm rounds straight into the man’s throat, sending him to the floor in a spasmatic heap. “GET DOWN OR I WILL BRING YOU DOWN!” shouts one of the troopers, aiming his AR-42 with hostility at the remaining “bad guys.”
On the second floor, all is quiet. A man rushes out of a nearby room with his back to the two operatives, holding an AN-94 rifle in his hands. He creeps towards the stairs. One of the operatives shouts “FREEZE” towards the man, and the man does. He stops in his tracks, and puts the gun on the ground.
“STAY STILL!” shouts one of the operatives.
One of the operatives keeps his rifle pointed as the man as the other one walks over to him and disarms him, bringing him to his knees with a quick kick to the back of his kneecap. The operative takes handcuffs out of one of his waistband pouches, and cuffs the man.
Downstairs, the two operatives are in an intense argument.
“Where is Joseph Lexmar?” asks one of the operatives.
“We do not know him. I swear.” one of the men replies, lying on the floor of the filthy kitchen with handcuffs on.
“Don’t fucking lie. Where is he?!” exclaims one of the operatives.
The two “upstairs operatives” come down the stairs, one holding his “hostage” by the neck. He pushes the man onto the floor next to his ‘roommates’
“All I want is the location of Joseph Lexmar.” says one of the operatives.
“We do not know him!” replies one of the captives.
“Damnit! Stop your lying! If you just give us an address we will let you go!” says an operative.
One of the operatives places his combat boot on the back of the captive and pushes down hard.
“Tell us where he is. You will do it!” the operative says, applying more pressure.
“Okay! Okay! He’s….he’s upstairs. Second door on the right.” says one of the captives.
Two of the operatives walk up the stairs and approach the second door, on the right. They stand in front of the door, and after a few seconds of suspense one of the operatives kicks in the door. A man lies on the bed, now awaken by the shattering of the door.
“Joseph Lexmar?” an operative asks.
“Who wants to know?” the man replies, standing from his bed.
“Mister Lexmar, you’re coming with us.”
The two operatives grab the man and handcuff him. One places a “potato sack” like bag on Lexmar’s head, and the operatives all leave their other captives on the floor, still handcuffed. They exit the building, and place Lexmar into the back of a white van, and they all piled in after him. The van drove quickly out of the street to avoid identification.