DMG
04-09-2006, 17:29
The transmission had come in fifteen minutes ago. The elite mercenary band of ex-Special Forces had been secretly hired by a nation known as Birania, which was currently in a war with the target... Neo-Erusea. They were to infiltrate the nation and assassinate the leader of the Nikhita.
At their secret base in the Antarctic, the members of Shadow Force gathered together for a standard meeting before the mission began. "Everything we need will be provided when we get there or acquired during the infiltration process. Bring nothing except a backup pistol and your casual clothes... we leave in at 18:40." That was it. The meeting was as brief as could be. The unnamed leader of Shadow Force would give them the details on the flight over, for now all they needed to know was the departure time and what to bring.
At exactly 18:40, eight members of the mercenary band loaded onto a nondescript aircraft and took off into the overwhelming winds of the Antarctic, bound for an unspecified location just outside the border of Birania and Neo-Erusea...
***
The flight was long, but at 0400, under cover of darkness, the small plane landed on an improvised runway to a few ephemeral landing lights by the men on the ground. Those men on the ground were from Birania, though technically their mission did not exist and they weren't here at all.
Once the eight members of the mercenary band had disembarked, the aircraft took off into the night and disappeared. On the ground, the Shadow Force detachment was meeting with the Biranian soldiers, though words were few and far between. This was purely business, no vested interest, no emotion.
It took only six words to convey everything they needed to know. "You're equipment is in the chopper," the Biranians said. Shadow One signaled to the others and they loaded into the waiting helicopter, blades still spinning and ready to go.
Within seconds it took off and flew low across the land and into Neo-Erusean territory. On board the Shadows were getting dressed in their military uniforms, which had been taken from deep or captured Neo-Erusean soldiers by the Biranians. As well as the uniforms, they were given all of the accessories, presumably from the same people, such as the correct weapons and radios. As the helicopter neared the drop off place, the Shadows looked exactly like Neo-Erusean soldiers and had the correct accents, speaking both Neo-Erusean and Russian.
They were just one hundred fifty miles outside of the capital now. The helicopter stopped its flight and slowly dropped to the ground, letting the eight Shadows out before turning and heading home before anyone noticed them.
The eight Shadows, now appearing to be Neo-Eruseans, began walking down the road... part of the plan. Shadow One broadcasted a short range (about ten miles at the most) message over the radio,"Two humvees broken. Pickup would be appreciated."
The Shadows would continue walking down the road, waiting for a humvee in the area to pick up the signal and come to give them a ride... and from there the plan continued on.
At their secret base in the Antarctic, the members of Shadow Force gathered together for a standard meeting before the mission began. "Everything we need will be provided when we get there or acquired during the infiltration process. Bring nothing except a backup pistol and your casual clothes... we leave in at 18:40." That was it. The meeting was as brief as could be. The unnamed leader of Shadow Force would give them the details on the flight over, for now all they needed to know was the departure time and what to bring.
At exactly 18:40, eight members of the mercenary band loaded onto a nondescript aircraft and took off into the overwhelming winds of the Antarctic, bound for an unspecified location just outside the border of Birania and Neo-Erusea...
***
The flight was long, but at 0400, under cover of darkness, the small plane landed on an improvised runway to a few ephemeral landing lights by the men on the ground. Those men on the ground were from Birania, though technically their mission did not exist and they weren't here at all.
Once the eight members of the mercenary band had disembarked, the aircraft took off into the night and disappeared. On the ground, the Shadow Force detachment was meeting with the Biranian soldiers, though words were few and far between. This was purely business, no vested interest, no emotion.
It took only six words to convey everything they needed to know. "You're equipment is in the chopper," the Biranians said. Shadow One signaled to the others and they loaded into the waiting helicopter, blades still spinning and ready to go.
Within seconds it took off and flew low across the land and into Neo-Erusean territory. On board the Shadows were getting dressed in their military uniforms, which had been taken from deep or captured Neo-Erusean soldiers by the Biranians. As well as the uniforms, they were given all of the accessories, presumably from the same people, such as the correct weapons and radios. As the helicopter neared the drop off place, the Shadows looked exactly like Neo-Erusean soldiers and had the correct accents, speaking both Neo-Erusean and Russian.
They were just one hundred fifty miles outside of the capital now. The helicopter stopped its flight and slowly dropped to the ground, letting the eight Shadows out before turning and heading home before anyone noticed them.
The eight Shadows, now appearing to be Neo-Eruseans, began walking down the road... part of the plan. Shadow One broadcasted a short range (about ten miles at the most) message over the radio,"Two humvees broken. Pickup would be appreciated."
The Shadows would continue walking down the road, waiting for a humvee in the area to pick up the signal and come to give them a ride... and from there the plan continued on.