Forum:Unfortunate Losses

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EightOhEight 01:59, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

W567123daniel 02:16, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

Slowrider7 02:50, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

17:13, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

9:48, March 23, 2010 (UTC+7)

Cpl. Wilding 14:59, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

SoldierofmisfortuneI have the worst luck... 03:54, March 24, 2010 (UTC)

Chief z 23:09, April 1, 2010 (UTC)

Squelliot

MerchantofDeath

Raven&#39;s wing 22:11, April 8, 2010 (UTC)

Rollersox 23:34, April 9, 2010 (UTC)--

EightOhEight

 * Name: Michael Fletcher
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC corporation)
 * Rank: Command Sergeant Major
 * Weapon: XM8c, P226, WA2000
 * Previous Experience: Served in the United States military, afterwards joined a PMC corporation, ranked up quickly because of his impeccable behavior.

W567123daniel

 * Name: Dan
 * Faction: U.S. Air Force
 * Rank: AC130 Commander
 * Weapon: 25mm Gatling Gun, 40mm Bofors Cannon, 105mm Howitzer, any other explosive device
 * Previous Experience: Has served in multiple missions by giving close Air Support, has been held hostage and has taken out multiple enemies with RPG's

Slowrider7

 * Name: David "Pops" "The Watchman" Allen
 * Faction: Trans World Operations. (T.W.O. There is only one member, hint hint.)
 * Weapon(s): Neostead NS2000, H&K Mk. 23, SL-8 w/ M203 and 30 round Magazine
 * Experience: His brother was PFC Joseph Allen, and David was stationed in North Korea during the attack. An ex-POW, Allen has near catlike reflexes and excels at hand to hand combat. One time stateside, he got in a bar fight that left a 8-shaped scar on his right cheek. Allen will act like a trained dog around superiors, but with his squadmates, he is as equal as them.

DevilWarrior112

 * Name: Kevin "Devil" King
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC corporation)
 * Rank: Captain
 * Weapon: ACR, Intervention, M240
 * Previous Experience: Served in the SAS for 5 years, joined 808's PMC after retiring at the rank of Sergeant Major.

Sgt. Resnov

 * Name: Jonathan "West" Callard
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC Corporation)
 * Rank: Master Sergeant
 * Weapon: MG36 with AG36, FN Five-seveN
 * Experience: Served in the United States Army for 7 years. Join the PMC after his whole company killed by an airstrike. Now is in a squad with Fletcher.


 * Name: Freddy Rodrigez
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC Corporation)
 * Rank: Undercover Informant
 * Weapon: UMP '45
 * Experience: Was in KGB for two years, he worked with the Ghosthounds as an undercover informant.

Cpl. Wilding

 * Name: Jason Fox
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC)
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapon: M40A3 with scope and G36C with ACOG scope and grenade launcher
 * Experience: Worked as a spy for the CIA until being transferred to Iraq for a deep-cover operation. His cover wa blown and he "joined" the Army, leaving to join Ghosthounds.

Soldierofmisfortune

 * Name: Nathan "Ringo" Sester
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC)
 * Rank: First Lieutenant
 * Weapon: M4A1 SOPMOD with a M9 pistol equipped with a laser sight
 * Experience: Army Ranger and Delta Force operator, has numerous black ops under his belt and can act fast in life or death situations, his special forces time gives him extensive knowlege of enemy technology and weapons

Chief z

 * Name: Paul Castillo aka Steven Castle
 * Faction: Ghosthounds
 * Rank: Petty Officer 1st Class - Staff Sergeant as Castle
 * Weapon: HK417, USP .45, custom M1911, SCAR-L
 * Previous Experience: Served seven years on SEAL Teams 3 and 4 ; ops range from Middle East to Central America

Squelliot
Name: Steve "Trabajador" Ramirez (Older Brother to James Ramirez )

Faction: Ghosthounds

Rank: Seargeant

Weapon: Scar L With Red Dot Sight, Grenade Launcher and sometimes a supressor, sidearm is Five seveN Supressed with laser sighting.

Previous Experience: Served With 1st Battallion 75th Ranger Regiment In Iraq/Afghanistan.

Name: Bob "Hot Coals!" Jackson

Faction: Hawk Corporation (Air Force PMC)

Rank: Major

Weapon: None, Pilot of MH53J Pave Low IV (New Pave Low)

Previous Experience: Flew many missions into dangerous areas with SAM batteries, Radar and fighter jets and never got shot down.

MerchantofDeath
 * Name: Antonio Gonzales, Nickname: Pokerface (No one can read him)
 * Faction: Black Hand (Newly formed South American PMC, made up of many cold blooded killers.)
 * Rank: Colonel
 * Weapon: custom made AK-47, wood stock. Combat Knife.
 * Previous Experience: Went through many years of revolutions and wars in South America. Trained in the art of combat stealth by Black Hand.

Raven's wing

 * Name: James Cooper
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC corporation)
 * Rank: Second Lieutenant
 * Weapon: FN P90 with Surefire G2 Flashlight, P229R.
 * Previous Experience: Served as a transport Pilot in the British Army Air Corps, flies a Lynx AH7 for the Ghosthounds. Callsign is Nighthawk.

Rollersox

 * Name: Daniel White, nickname Ripper
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC corporation)
 * Rank: Staff Sergeant
 * Weapon(s): XM8 modular assault rifle w/ XM320 40mm grenade launcher, electronic round counter & 1x zoom red dot sight, Glock 17 semi-automatic pistol
 * Previous Experience: Served in U.S. Army, then 75th Ranger Battalion, then joined Delta Force. Then, afterward, he retired from the Special Forces at 32 and joined a PMC corporation.

Prologue
Michael wiped the sweat of his brow. It was supposed to have been a simple HVT takedown.

Enrique Guerrero was a high-ranking member of a supposedly elite terrorist organization. He had been prosecuted in more than 12 countries.

Finally, the Mexican government hired the Ghosthounds to take him down, once and for all.

Nobody could explain how they got into the shit they were in. "Get off your asses and into the action!" Michael yelled at his squad.

"There's no time for chickening out!" Michael stood up and took a few quick shots with his XM8. It was a new weapon to him, order specially (and illegally) by Osiris, Ghosthounds' mysterious benefactor.

He crouched quickly, and a stream of bullets sailed above his head.

"We're not getting out of this shit unless you idiots do something!" he called out.

The HVT's bodyguards, armed with top-of-the-line Kevlar armor and M4A1 SOPMODs rained burning lead on Michael's squad.

Michael pulled out his WA2000 - a trophy of some sorts, as it was a rare gun - and took careful aim at one of the approaching men. He fired two shots at the man's uncovered face.

The man's head exploded, and the bullets aimed at Michael's squad lessened.

"We're beating them back, boys!" Michael yelled. "We can do it!"

Suddenly, the air around Michael exploded as all hell broke loose. He was thrown to the floor and pressed down while his men got pummeled repeatedly by the mortars that were dropping.

"Shit." Michael thought. "I ain't getting out of this one." EightOhEight  02:45, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

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The mortars were threatening to compromise the mission and command would not allow that. They had sent Knight to neutralize the mortars and eliminate any threats. The last order he had received from command was "Kill all enemies; leave no prisoners or witnesses." Knight inserted five kilometers behind the mortar teams. He walked the four clicks quietly and saw the mortar teams firing shell after shell.

He primed a frag grenade, took off the pin, and lobbed it at the teams with perfect aim. The grenade landed in the middle of one of the mortars and Knight had barely enough time to duck when it exploded, destroying the mortar and killing the operators.

He ran up and saw that the rest of the teams were wounded. He walked up to one of the wounded mortar gunners and remembered his orders.

He raised his suppressed ACR, and squeezed the trigger. He shot the remaining operators, and using two C4 charges, he collected all their firearms and stuck the C4 charges on the pile. He then ran to a good distance and pressed the detonator.

The whole pile exploded in flames as the ammunition inside the guns ignited. He ducked to avoid shrapnel and ramined ducking until he heard no more whizzing of flying metal. He dared a look and saw that the pile was now a smoldering heap of molten metal and parts. Nodding in satisfaction, he took one step forward.

A huge explosion rocked the area. All that was left of Knight was a smoldering boot.

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As quickly as it started - the mortar fire stopped.

Michael and his team got up, bewildered. All that was remaining of the bodyguard platoon were some shattered Kevlar jackets.

Not bothering to investigate, Michael got busy.

"Move out!" Michael shouted. "We need to get to the evac point in 0300!"

Michael pulled out his P226 and unscrewed the silencer.

"No need for this anymore." Michael thought. The whole mission had gone wrong. Luckily, they had been able to complete the objective.

Michael ran towards the evac point, considering his options.

The chopper was waiting there for his team.

On the ride back to base, Michael thought about the mission.

He had no idea what had happened, but he did know one thing. He'd be back out here soon. EightOhEight 02:45, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

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Kevin walked on patrol in Mexico with his squad. He was waiting for the meeting involving Guerrero and his generals. Then, when he appeared, Kevin crept to an abandoned tower with his team.

"Wait for the moment" Captain King told his squad. There were 3 Colonels, 6 Generals, 2 Field Marshals, Guerrero and his bodyguards. Kevin took cover at a window in a 25-story building and his team went at the top.

"Fire!" Colonel Mitchell said. King fired but the shot missed him by an inch.

They called a chopper in at LZ Alpha and the squad escaped.

There was an enemy jeep near the building and the squad got in.

Soon they burst through the exit, firing on the enemies.

They saw the chopper but it was then destroyed by an RPG.

Kevin took out his M240 and started spraying bullets at the Mexicans.

Then, a chopper landed at LZ Bravo which was at a farm 100 miles from their position. They climbed in their jeep and rode down.

Once at the LZ, they entered the chopper and took out the Mexicans with sniper rifles, miniguns and machine-guns.

The operation had failed, Guerrero was alive and the Ghosthounds escaped. 17:48, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

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Back at the base, Michael waited for further news on Guerrero.

Soon, a man walked in, with the decorations of a Captain. The man walked into an office.

Michael moved towards the door. Eavesdropping on his conversation, Michael leaned in.

"What do you mean, you didn't kill him?" Michael recognized that voice from somewhere. "Guerrero is still out there?"

"We sent six teams to kill him!" Michael racked his brain, trying to figure out who that voice belonged to. "You're a bloody idiot. Get out of my office!"

Michael backed up as the Captain walked out of his office, obviously in distress.

Before Michael could investigate further, his PDA rang. Answering it quickly, he found a message from an unknown caller.

"At 4:00 tomorrow, Guerrero will strike again. If your team can't dispatch him this time, the consequences will be much more dire." EightOhEight 18:02, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

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David was riding on the side of a Black Hawk helicopter in a endless desert people called Chihuahua, Mexico. He crawls from the back of the Heli to the passenger seat on the pilots deck (I refuse to say cockpit.) "Hey Peirce, whats the ETA to Xray Echo 2?" The pilot rolls up what appears to be grass into a peice of paper and lights it. '''"You mean Tiajuana? S**t, 10 minutes tops. Put a mag those little pea shooters you call German Engineering." '''David crawls back into the rear bench of the Helo and pits a 30 round magazine into the SL-8 and a 40mm into the Grenade Launcher.

After 14 minutes of unneeded fidgeting with the guns, Peirce looks back, takes of his glasses and yells out "Were here David." He looks forward again, and quickly veers right, making David fall off the bench and hit his head on the door. '''"Sorry, one of those shitty little Russian RPG's just flew at us. Be safe down there. your definatley the minority Davy." '''David rubs his head and then pulls down the custom metal mask that was fitted specially for him. It was a black titanium mask with a blue flames going across each side. (((This mask.))) He slides open the door and quick-ropes down the deployed rope. On the ground, David speaks into the microphone inside his mask. '''"Sarge, wheres this guy Im looking for?" Over the comm, a deep expeienced voice says "Guerrero, and he should be in one of the local bars. But he will have heavy armor with him. M60's, explosives, ecetera." '''Out of the corner of Davids eye, a few mexican gangsters come out of the shadow of a Spanish whorehouse. None of them armed, but a few looked tough. David wanders into a vacant house, only to find a group of Mice eating at a dead body. David turns the body over and all the Mice scurry away. He thinks in his mind, '''"Well, this will have to do for the night." '''David looks around the house to find a completly furnished home, with a full refridgerator and everything. He wanders into the bedroom, leans all his equipment and his mask against the wall, puts his signature SOCOM pistol under the pillow, and sits on the bed. Eventually falling into a light sleep Slowrider7 21:29, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

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The next day at 4:00 tomorrow, Fletcher, West and their squad just heard from central command that there is another strike by Guerrero in an office building in Guanajuato. So they are sent there in a Black Hawk helicopter to disarm the bomb in the building and Heavy machine guns starts firing at them from an occupied building. Fletcher ran to the building while West provided covering fire from his MG36. The squad breached the house and found a weapon stash. They secured the house and heads to the office building.

A sniper starts shooting the squad from the top of the building. Fletcher told his squad to head for cover. As West provide covering fire, Fletcher ttakes out his WA2000 and fires a round to the sniper's head causing the sniper to fall 60 metres to the ground. The squad breached the front door and kills some enemies, some are using M4A1 SOPMOD. They climbed up to the fifth floor. At the end of the stairs, an enemy jumps to West causing him to fall. West takes out his FN Five-seveN and shoot the eney's neck killing him instantly. He proceeds to the upper floor to regroup with his squad.

"Intel said there is a bomb and hostages inside that room." said Fletcher while reading the objective on his PDA. The squad breached the room. An enemy holds out a hostage and threatend to kill him. Fletcher fires his ACR to the enemy's left foot causing him to release the hostage and fall to the window behind him.

"Fletcher, i think you should see this."said West while he checked an office desk,founding a laptop and a bomb." You! Disarm that bomb! West! secure the laptop! Fletcher commands his squad. "Command centre, requset for evac at the target building, over!" "Okay E.T.A. about three minutes, out." "Bomb disarmed sir!" said the bomb disarmer. "Good, lets go! Lets go!" saif Letcher.

The chopper arrives and went near the window while the squad began to climb out of the window. "West! Come on! Hurry up! Enemies will try to get that laptop!" said Fletcher tries to help West. West gives the laptop to Fletcher throught the window. Enemies began to shoot both the chopper and West. West climbs out of the window and jumps safely to the chopper. "We're good to go! Come on! Mission acomplished! Good work everyone! Said Fletcher. 17:41, March 23, 2010

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As the squad arrives back at base, a man comes up to them, armed with a G36C in hand and a M40A3 on his back. "Yo, what's up?" He says, holding out a hand. "Name's Jason Fox. I was told by Command that you guys were to "train" me, of sorts. I haven't the faintest of what they're on about, I served as a spy for about 5 years." As he goes on in his Boston accent, Jason unloads the G36C. "So...what do I do? I can play sniper, I can play demoman...whatever you need, I can do it." Cpl. Wilding 14:59, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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"Okay, we got a machine gunner with a grenade launcher, a bomb disarmer and a sniper. We could really use both a demoman and a sniper. West, train this F.N.G. while i play some spider solitaire!" said Fletcher while reaching his PDA in his pocket. "Okay. Any names, or should i call you F.N.G.?" said West at the new guy. "Its Fox sir, Sgt. Jason Fox." said Fox. "Okay Fox, follow me to the training facility."

They went to the training facility passing some barracks. West open the gate and sit on a crate. "Lets see what you got, Fox. Use your G36C, aim down yor sights and fire at the targets as quickly as possible." Fox opens fire and shots five targets in 3 seconds. "Nice work Fox now switch to your grenade launcher and fire it onto that window over there." said West. Fox shoots a grenade from his AG36 and hits the window. "Good, good. Okay now Fox, switch to your sniper rifle and fire it to that can over there." Fox fires the can in one shot. "Nice fucking work, Fox. I think Fletcher and his WA2000 has a rival in sniping now. Hahaha. Okay, now lets test you. Run the obstacle course in less than 1 minute. My record with a SCAR-L is 21, 56 seconds. Beat that!" Fox runs the course withhis G36C in 23, 31 seconds. "Nice try, Fox, but you're now the second fastest bad-ass to finished the course. Congratulations. Okay now report to Sgt Maj. Fletcher. I'm gonna grab some grub. And Fox, give this report book to him. Its your test result." "Yes sir." Said Fox. "Next time call me West okay." 8:43, March 23, 2010 (UTC+7)

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As Ringo awoke in the dark basement, he could just barely see out of his bloody vision that there were people in the corner smoking. He took a small compact K-BAR knife and began to cut the ropes tied to the post at his back. One of the men began to walk towards him, dammit he was nearly done, the man looked at him, said something in spanish, then unholstered a Makarov pistol, and pointed it at his head. Before he could pull the trigger, Ringo slit his throat grabbed the weapon and dropped the two other men in the corner. As he stumbled over to the corpses he found a compact AKS "not my weapon of choice, but then again what choice do I have?" he said to himself. He walked out into the day and the light stung his eyes "Aah been in that fuckin' basement too long."

Ringo looked around and saw that there was almost no one around, just a few women hauling water to their village. He spotted a jeep, it had a radio, just what he needed to call command to get him outta there. He started the jeep up and drove till he was in an empty field, miles from the town he escaped from not even an hour earlier. "Homeplate this is second baseman" he said into the radio "do you copy, over?" he waited for what seemed like an eternity "copy that second base, you went dark for days what happened, over"

"long story if you get me outta here, I will tell you once I get back to base" Ringo said into the mic of the radio "We will send an evac chopper immediatly 2BM, Homeplate out"

"God, this is going to be one hell of a story for the boys" Ringo thought

SoldierofmisfortuneI have the worst luck... 04:21, March 24, 2010 (UTC)

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Jason grabbed the report and said, "You got it sir. I mean, West." He smirked and headed off to give the report to Fletcher when an alarm went off. ''Attention! We have recovered a part of our unit! We need an evac chopper to retrieve him, all units on standby until urther notice.'' Jason checked the batteries in his TASCO sight and headed off to report ot Fletcher.

"Sgt. Major Fletcher, West told me to hand this report to ya. It's my test results sir." Fox stood, waiting for the Sgt. Maj's reply. Cpl. Wilding 01:08, March 29, 2010 (UTC)

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USS John C. Stennis - Three weeks before the events of the story.

Paul surveyed his surroundings as he waited for whoever was supposed to come to open the hatch and step in. As a special warfare operator, he was trained to always keep in mind his surroundings. Not that he wanted to, but after seven years in special ops, the battlefield mentality became habit. After all, he was part of America’s elite fighting unit, the US Navy SEALs, second to no one. Those who dared challenge that statement usually ended up dead.

There was an eerie silence in the briefing room, which was about the size of an average bedroom. But instead of white walls and clean carpet, it was blue tiles and cold steel. The USS John C. Stennis was crewed by 7,000 sailors and Marines working around clock; however, their voices were muffled by the metal decks and bulkheads of the ship. To Paul, it felt like an iron coffin.

The sound of metal grinding quickly brought Paul back to his senses. Looking towards the hatch, he saw two figures step in: one was Captain Webb, commanding officer of the carrier, but the other he didn’t recognize, mainly because, instead of a uniform, he was wearing a suit.

“Castillo, this is Agent Donovan, CIA. He has a proposal for you.”

“Castillo,” greeted Donovan with an outstretched hand.

Paul sat with his arms crossed, staring straight at the agent.

“So what’s this about?” he asked sternly.

“I’m going to keep this to the point,” said the agent while retracting his hand. “The agency is well aware of the incident during your last mission Iran. Though the general public may find your actions despicable, the CIA sees it as a testament to your skills and your dedication to the mission at hand.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Donovan.” Paul remarked.

“I’m not here to make jokes sailor; I’m here to give you a way out. The CIA can use a guy like you, and given your current situation, you can sure as hell use people like us.”

“Fair enough, what do you want?”

Agent Donovan opened up a briefcase and handed a manila folder filled with photos and documents to Paul. He flipped through the contents as Donovan kept speaking.

“The target’s name is Enrique Guerrero, a Mexican crime lord and all around psychopath. Anything illegal, he has a hand in it. Guerrero’s involved with it all: drug trafficking, arms deals, sex slaves, you name it. He’s a very dangerous man with very dangerous ambitions. Not to mention he’s got nearly the entire Mexican army in his pocket.”

“So what? Just send in one of your SAD snipers.”

“It’s not that simple,” Donovan retorted. “The US government can’t be traced to this. Agencies around the world keep tabs on our people, just like we keep tabs on theirs.”

Paul didn’t respond, but had a feeling what the agent was going to say next.

“You, on the other hand, aren’t connected with us. If you agree to this assignment, we will make sure the truth about your actions will never see the light of day.”

Paul was all out of options. He knew it, and Agent Donovan knew it. He didn’t have to say anything. Donovan could see Paul’s answer in his eyes.

“We will create a new identity for you. You will no longer be ‘Paul Castillo.’”

“And exactly how will you manage to accomplish this?” Paul asked. He knew the CIA would get it done; he was just curious as to how.

“I’m going to report you MIA,” Captain Webb said, chiming in for the first time. “’Paul Castillo’ will be out wandering in the desert. Not even NAVSPECWAR will know about this.”

“Okay, so this new identity: who am I going to be?”

Donovan handed Paul another folder, this one containing info on his new persona.

“You’re going to need some help taking out Guerrero,” Donovan said, “so now, you’re ‘Steven Castle,’ former Delta Force and newly conscripted security contractor.”

Paul looked at the photos and info of his new team.

“Ghosthounds, huh?” Chief z 11:38, April 2, 2010 (UTC)

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"Having a little trouble with your,eh,Colonel?" asked the smartmouth Pvt. Costa " Shut up you little prick," said Colonel Antonio Gonzalez, not even taking his eyes off the gun ",before I stick this little gun straight up your ass." The Mil Mi-24 was uncofortable in the Mexican desert sun, the helicopter stenched with sweat. "What's are mission objective now, Colonel", asked Cpt. Garcia " Protection," said Gonzalez ",some Mexican crime, lord his name is Enrique Guerrero, very powerful and very deadly." "What kind of Crazy lunatics would take on this guy?" asked Cpt. Garcia. "Some PMC, Ghosthounds, ever heard of them." "No, but their going to hear about us." said Cpt. Garcia, smile on his face, making sure his gun was loaded. " ETA 1 minute" said the expressionless Pilot." Alright hombres, sadle up." Everyone shouted " Viva el Black Hand" and it pierced the sky like fire. They were ready for anything.

MerchantofDeath

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Antonio Gonzalez was having a nap in a makeshift barracks inside an adjecent building where the HVI was being held. Then A soldier busted into the room

"What the fuck are you doing!" Shouted Gonzalez

"Their attacking sir!" yelled one of the Black Hand Soldiers

"Who?!" Asked Gonzalez throwing on a vest and grabbing his AK and a pistol.

"The other PMC Sir, were sustaining heavy casualties!" Another one yelled. "Ghosthounds" Gonzalez thought,

"OK where's the HVI We need to get him out of here now!" Gonzalez Ordered

"Yes Sir!" They all replied

Gonzalez ran to the Gurrereo Location and ran into the building

"Sir we need to get you out of here!" Gonzalez told him.

"Si, Si Wheres my ride out of here!" Guerrero asked

"Coming" Gonzalez replied, "Hold on a sec, get ready to run in 3, 2,1 GO GO GO!" Gonzalez Yelled as they approached some sandbags with the Guerrero

"Ok wait here a second, your car should be here any minute." Gonzalez told him as he raised his AK above the sandbags and blindly fired.

Guerrero looked over the sandbags

"NO!" Gonzalez yelled as Guerrero's head exploded with a high powered round.

"Oh Shit." he thought as he ran into a nearby building and escaped the Ghosthounds

Squelliot

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One week later, South America, Colombia, HH-60G Black Hawk

"Hey Bob, Right?!" Yelled Ramirez

"Yeah?" replied Bob

"Whats our ETA?"

"Oh, approximately uh, ten minutes."

"Ok Here's the deal, We got to take down, take down as in assassinate a very powerful drug cartel lord" Fletcher told them. " His Name Is Ramon Coto This isn't going to be an easy one, he's hired a couple of PMC's In defense". "We are going to land 20 miles away from the farms, infiltrate the palace, kill him and burn whatever drugs and his plants."

"What About Exfil?" Asked Castle

"Your sitting in it man!" Yelled Bob, I'll come back in six hours for pickup at alpha or bravo!"

"What PMC's have they hired? Asked King

"I dunno." replied Fletcher

"Guess we'll find out" Said Ringo

"We're Five Minutes until drop off!" Bob Told them

"Lock And Load!" Ramirez said

Squelliot

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Antonio was pissed.

His client was dead and he didn't get any money, that pissed if off even more.

He was going to kill those fucking Ghosthounds if it was the last thing he would do.

No one was getting his new client, no one.

"Sir, they are approaching" said Cpt. Garcia.

"What kind of helicopter." asked Antonio with a face full of Anger.

"UH-60 Blackhawk"

" Hand me the Stinger"

He heard the lock-on sound of Stinger, and fired.

The tail of Blackhawk flew off as it crashed toward the ground.

"As they say in your country, payback is a bitch" said Antonio with a simle on his face.

But somehow he knew they were not dead.

MerchantofDeath

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"Oh Shit!" Bob yelled as they got hit by the Stinger

"Fuck!" Shouted Ramirez, Castle and Fletcher

"HomePlate,Homeplate This Is Fatbird 6-1 we are hit and are going down 20 miles southwest of target area over!"

"Goddamnit!" Yelled Bob's Copilot, John

"We've lost control, hold on were going to crash hard" Bob Yelled

"EVERYONE HANG ON!" Ramirez Shouted as they crashed

20 minutes later Ramirez woke up from the crash then a farmiliar voice said

"Ramirez help me," Bob said,

"Oh crap, Bob do you know where the others are?" Asked Ramirez

"No Clue"

"Star!"

"Texas!"

"Who is this" Castle asked

It's me Ramirez and Bob, Bob has hurt his leg very bad." As Ramirez said that Bob Groaned

"Oh My leg!"

"Castle where are the others?" Ramirez asked

"Not far from here, lets go." Castle told him

"Ok, Bob we're moving you on three, one two, three!" Bob groaned again when he picked him up.

5 minutes later,

"Ok everyone, here's the Shitsuation, Some Asshole fucked us over with a stinger and we have too many injured to possibly complete the contract" Said King

"I say we pull to pick up where a Pave Low will be here tomorrow morning, real early, around 4:30" Said Fletcher.

"Gentlemen any suggestions?" Asked King.

Squelliot

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Antonio and his men were already moving to crash site by the time the stinger hit the Blackhawk.

Each one of the men on the team had his own personal idea of the Ghosthounds personal death, and how they would deliver it.

There suits had been upgraded since the last encounter, more armor plating.

The moved up toward the Blackhawk and found that there was no one there exept a man would had been knocked unconcious when the Ghosthounds retreated.

Antonio moved up to the man, pulled out his knife, and cut the man's major artery in his neck.

Blood poured out of the man's neck and he was dead in a few seconds.

Antonio signaled with his hands to move up.

Antonio had found where the Ghosthounds had gone.

It would be an unpleastant death for all of them.

MerchantofDeath

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Antonio and his men came up on a Ghosthound encampment about two mile away from the Crash site.

There were all sitting around a campfire, eating their rations and telling jokes.

Nothing would be funny ever again for them, Antonio.

They were already loaded and ready for Antonio's singal.

They could have killed everyone in camp......

Unless someone wouldn't have shot early.

It turned into a violent skirmish.

After five minutes of bullet, many of Antonio's men got tried of it all and charged at the Ghosthounds encampment.

They chased then straight into the jungle, untill they could see them no more.

They had killed three of the Ghosthounds, one had a broken leg.

Antonio had looked at this man the entire time the Black Hand team had partied.

He wondered why he really had to kill this man.

He really didn't understand why.

But his clients paid him to do it.

MerchantofDeath.

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With frustration, Daniel White, a.k.a. Ripper retreated as the men advanced. His XM8 modular assault rifle flashed, and the 5.56 x 45mm NATO rounds spilling from the muzzle hit the oncoming men.

"Ripper! Ah, shit!" A Ghosthound--one of White's friends--went down, blood streaming from his chest and stomach. "Goddamn it!" White pulled the pin off a M67 fragmentation grenade and tossed it, then ran off into the jungle. Supposedly. He quietly settled down as the men chased the rest of the Ghosthounds deeper into the jungle and just as the last man was passing by, unsheathed his Fairbairn-Sykes World War II-era commando combat knife and grabbed the man's neck. Slipped the Sykes down his jugular vein, killing him immediately.

A quiet gurgling.

White flipped the Sykes back into its sheath and crept back, wiping the man's blood off his hands and Kevlar jacket with the help of the bushes and tropical jungle trees. He kicked the man into a row of bushes and sat down. He dropped the XM8 from his hands and let the leather sling of the gun do its work, holding the rifle. He closed his eyes. And heard the men who killed the Ghosthounds laugh.

Clenching his fists, he grasped the rifle and growled. "This won't be the end."Rollersox 17:55, April 11, 2010 (UTC)

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"Uh, weren't those guys sent to get the unit supposed to be back like, two hours ago?" Jason was cleaning his M40A3 and had finished cleaning the G36C. Just after he posed the question, a voice came over the loudspeaker: All Ghosthounds units! ''A search party is being assembled to look for the lost unit. Any volunteers please report to the main barracks.'' "Well," Jason said, reassembling his M40A3, "I'm up for a bit of action, how about you guys?" Cpl. Wilding 18:26, April 11, 2010 (UTC)

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James sighed as the announcement came over. He pulled his Sig-Sauer out of its holster on his vest, and checked it was loaded, before sliding it back. "Whatever the strike team's got themselves into this time, it can't be good if we have to go bail them out." 18:33, April 11, 2010 (UTC)

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White cleaned his XM8 and then clicked the XM320 40 mm projectile grenade launcher into place. He put the red dot sight of the XM8 modular carbine to his eye and tracked every man's movements. He smacked his earpiece to life--or at least tried to. Contacting the Ghosthounds wouldn't be easy, he knew grudgingly. Well. At least it's better than--

The men talked for a while quietly, using some military sign language then three of them went toward White. He took his Glock from its hip holster and screwed the sound suppressor on tight, and pushed the laser sight onto the Glock. Then--

"There he is!"

"Shit," whispered White, having no time to grab his XM8 from the ground. He fired the 9mm Glock in his hand, the bullets silenced by the suppressor. Each shot pushed the three ex-soldiers down. He reloaded the Glock, holstered it, grabbed his XM8 rifle, slung it across his shoulder and retreated more deeper into the jungles.Rollersox 19:09, April 11, 2010 (UTC)

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" Motherfucker" said Antonio as he heard the three death cries of his soldiers. With his AK- 47 still in his hand he chased the man down through the jungles. "How did he kill three men ?" thought Antonio " That's impossible." It took him about two minutes to catch up to him. Immediately, he grabed the Ghosthound's legs. They both fell to the jungle floor. Antonio flipped the man over and saw that his name was "White" He had an XM8 and silenced G17. " You son of a bitch" said Antonio grabing his knife. Antonio stabed the man in the right arm. "Fuck you" said White pushing Antonio with his legs. Antonio flew off White, and White started to run through the brush. Antonio yelled " I'm going to get you hombre". He started to run back to his squad. MerchantofDeath

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"Fuck," cursed White, rubbing his knife wound. He dropped his XM8. He looked back through the bushes and flipped the assailant off with his middle finger. "Fuck you, asshole!" He yelled the three insulting words again just loud enough for--well, he hoped--the man to hear.

White sat down, and wiped the dripping sweat off his forehead. He clutched the knife wound. He cursed again and closed his eyes, berating himself for not bringing a First Aid Kit. He slammed his fist into his earpiece and--static came up, hissing. Then, "This is Ghosthound Operator-255."

"Hello, 255. I'm somewhere and I just got attacked by somebody--probably a Black Hand--and I'm in serious need of help."

"Alright. Who are you?"

"Staff Sergeant Daniel White."

"Mm-kay. I'm transmitting this to the emergency operators."

"Alright."

White sighed and pressured the bleeding wound. And cursed the man for the third time.Rollersox 20:36, April 11, 2010 (UTC)

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By this time, they were on a helicopter, on their way to where the lost unit was believed to be downed. Jason turned to the pilot and said, "Yo, can't this ding go any faster?" West commented with "You seem anxious to get into combat." Jason leaned back into his seat, checked the ammo in his M40 and said "Yeah, this'll be my first taste of combat since leaving the Army. All I wanna say is that it'll be good to start sniping some poor unlucky bastards again." Cpl. Wilding 23:27, April 11, 2010 (UTC)