Forum:"Arctic Garden"

Rules:
Anyone may join the roleplay just adhere to the following rules.
 * Nothing unrealistic


 * Do not "God mode" your characters


 * Have some grammar.


 * Do not ruin the storyline.


 * Have Fun.


 * Three characters maximum.

Participants
Foxtrot12 00:47, May 27, 2010 (UTC)

The mercenary 12:16, June 1, 2010 (UTC)The mercenaryThe mercenary 12:16, June 1, 2010 (UTC)

Sgt. S.S.

CoD addict 19:14, May 31, 2010 (UTC)

Delta 4-7

Rollersox

Sgt Sprinkles 00:39, June 4, 2010 (UTC)Sgt_Sprinkles

Characters
Foxtrot12
 * Name: Geoff "Whiskey Six" Hackett
 * Faction: U.S. Air Force
 * Rank: UAV Operator
 * Weapons: MQ-9 Reaper UAV, MP5K silenced
 * Usable by: Anyone (Only as a UAV operator providing intel not fighting on the ground)


 * Name: Paul "Bushmaster Three" Williams
 * Faction: U.S. Navy SEALs
 * Rank: Petty Officer 1st Class
 * Weapons: Silenced ACR with Thermal Scope, Heartbeat sensor, and bayonet, combat knife, and USP.45
 * Usable by: Me and anbody using a Navy SEAL character just do not kill, maim, or act differently than his personality ect.

The mercenary
 * Name: Micheal "gunslinger" Armstrong
 * Faction: U.S. Army Rangers
 * Rank: UH-60 Black Hawk gunner
 * Weapons: M61 vulcan cannon, SCAR H holographic, M9
 * Usable by: Controllable by anybody but do not kill or wound.

Chief z
 * Name: Steven Castle
 * Faction: Navy SEALs
 * Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
 * Weapons: SCAR-L, USP .45
 * Usable by: Me and anybody using a SEAL character. Do not kill, maim, or act differently than his personality ect.

Sgt. S.S.
 * Name: Robert "Donut" Duncan
 * Faction: Navy SEALs
 * Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
 * Weapons: M14 EBR, Mk. 23
 * Usable by: Me and anybody using a SEAL character. Do not kill, maim, or act differently than his personality ect.
 * Name: Dermot "Echo 7-2" Lynch
 * Faction: U.S. Army Rangers
 * Rank: Master Sergeant
 * Weapons: M240, M1911 .45
 * Usable by: Anyone, can be wounded (not seriously) but not killed

CoD addict
 * Name: Liam Richards
 * Faction: US DefCon
 * Rank: Computer operator
 * Weapons: N/A
 * Usable by: Me only

Delta 4-7 Rollersox
 * Name: Arkady Kovalenko
 * Faction: Spetsnaz
 * Rank: Petty Officer First Class
 * Weapons: AN-94, none
 * Usable by: Me only
 * Name: Scott Carter
 * Faction: 1st SFOD-D "Delta Force"
 * Rank: Major
 * Weapons: SCAR-H w/ Telescopic Scope & Suppressor, Mk23 w/ Suppressor, Blackhawk Tatang Knife
 * Usable By: Only Me.
 * Name: Wolf (only known alias)
 * Faction: CIA Special Covert Activities Division, has small microphone and earpiece implemented into skin
 * Rank: Master Sergeant
 * Weapon(s): Upgraded modified UMP45 w/sound suppressor & ITL MARS sight, Mark (Mk.) 23 SOCOM pistol, SOG SEAL knife
 * Usable by: ask me for control, otherwise only me

Sgt_Sprinkles
Name: James"Hawk"Pearson

Faction: S.A.S

Rank: Captain

Weapon(s): Cx4 storm,M417,M107CQ,.600 nitro express, M9 Combat knife

Usable by: only with permission

Introduction
Paul "Bushmaster Three" Williams crawled up to the ridge and looked out onto the beach. He looked around the area concentrating on the beach for a few minutes waiting hoping nothing would happen. Then just as he prepared to call in to command and call it nothing when it happened his heart sank as the Russian sub emerged from the cold blue water of the Alaskan coast he watched as soldiers who Paul identified as Russian Spetsnaz got out and dropped onto the cold beach. Moving up to secure the area. Paul got on his radio "X-Ray 9-3." he said addressing his command base "Intel was on mother Russia has landed on Alaskan soil." he said and waited a few seconds for a response from X-Ray "Copy that Bushmaster Three. We just got word the Russians are invading the east coast. SOCOM brass wants to scramble units to Washington immediatly but assures us that Operation Arctic Garden is ago. Regroup with your team and proceed to gather as much intel as possible on these bastards X-Ray out." Bushmaster shut off his radio after the transmission and looked over at the beach it was teeming with Russians now at least 300 of them and Russian choppers were deploying troops. Bushmaster crawled through the winter snow for half an hour till he met up with his team.

SEAL team 4 was waiting when Bushmaster arrived "The Russians landed and are still deploying troops X-Ray says that they have invaded Washington and SOCOM is sending reinforcements Arctic Garden is ago but we're gonna have a whole lot less men." Bushmaster said to the squad "Alright then we wage war with them I asume they have choppers?" asked Warrant Officer Credok "Patriarch" for short. "Whiskey Six you see anything?" he said over his radio to the team's new UAV operator. Bushmaster viewed him as a drunk like everyone but he still got good intel. "Uh..yeah oh shit you got two Russian birds heading your way. A hind and an Mi-8 I think they see you." Whiskey said in a hungover voice "Copy Whiskey we got em." Patriarch responded. As the two Hinds got close "Bishop", another SEAL grabbed his stinger and fired. Luckily the bird has no flares and it went down. The mi-8 started to drop troops. Patriarch threw Bushmaster his ACR "The defense of Alaska starts here." he said "Welcome to operation Arctic Garden."

Foxtrot12

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"Okay listen up" said sergeant Foley to Armstrong, Backster and about 3 dozen other men "As you know, you lot have been chosen by the SEALS for 'operation Artic Garden'. The navy has asked for air support and heavy infantry, you lot were selected for the job. Your due to leave immeadetly and will now on be taking orders from Warrant Officer Credok"

"You mean we'll be working with those stealth pussies" whispered Armstrong to Backster. The two shared a quick laugh.

"If they follow our lead" replied Backster "we'll have the whole of alaska secure by day one!"

The pair boarded the UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter with six other men while the others got on two large pave lows "Crank it up, Backster!" Armstrong called into the cockpit. The two had become great army buddies on this particular Black Hawk. Armstrong had been assigned to it a couple of years ago, he was the gunner, Backster was the pilot, that was how it had always been and armed with thermal optics, a vulcan cannon, explosive ammo and many sets of flares, this helo was one of latest advancements in military warfare. As they asscended from the ground, he gripped his SCAR H, wondering what was yet to come.

The mercenary 12:16, June 1, 2010 (UTC)The mercenaryThe mercenary 12:16, June 1, 2010 (UTC)

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Bushmaster quickly slid behind a rock he knew that dropping out of college to play baseball would pay off someday. And while true he didn't make it to MLB his practice of sliding to home plate to score a run probably just saved his life from the bullets whizzing over his head. He peeked over the rock for a second and ducked as a bullet flew past him. It failed to look promising Bishop had taken down the hind in an inferno of smoke and flames but that didn't change the fact that Spetsnaz were advancing on his position like sharks to blood. He turned around Bishop and Patriarch were pinned down behind the team's "Borrowed" army humvee. "That was the last one sir! I'm out." yelled Bishop to Patriarch over the noise of gunfire. "Alright, Cowboy advance to that rock over there and use your thumper to take out that bird." Partriarch yelled to "Cowboy" the southern accented explosive expert of the team while pointing at a rock about ten yards ahead from Bushmaster's location. "Williams Jester cover him." Partiarch yelled at him and "Jester" another SEAL and Bushmaster's close friend.

Bushmaster popped up over the rock and fired three Spetsnaz went down in 13 shots of his ACR. He fired again he hit one of the Russkies in the arm and killed another as Cowboy made it to the rock. He popped up again he reckoned he needed a few more seconds before Cowboy could get his shot lined up on the Mi-8. This time Bushmaster popped out from the side and fired a few more shots before a bullet from some Spetsnaz lodged itself in Bushmaster's shoulder. He moaned in pain while the kevlar absorbed most of the shock it made him drop his ACR and fall to the ground leaving his lower body exposed to fire.

He thought for sure he was dead until someone grabbed him. He turned around to see Jester pulling him to safety one hand dragging Busmaster by his kevlar vest. The other firing his MP5 blindly over the rock. Once behind cover Jester looked at Bushmaster "Come on brother I can't lose you now I mean come on. We've known each other since day 1 in SEAL training. Without you I got no one to talk to and no one to beat in poker." Bushmaster looked at Jester and laughed for a second "You know Jester that is the one thing I always loved about you. Even in combat your'e still cracking jokes." Bushmaster said "Yeah since day one." Jester said remembering for a second his first day in SEAL training when he made a joke about their trainer's mother he had gotten chewed out and smacked for that. "Alright well these Russkies are still popping caps over our heads so come on let's get your wounded white ass outa here." Jester said "Patriarch cover me!" Jester yelled as he picked up Bushmaster. Cowboy had taken down the helo but Ivan kept on coming. Jester quick enough to get to Patriarch and set Bushmaster down behind cover. It was looking like they were screwed to Bushmaster till someone came in over Patriarch's radio. "SEAL team 4 this is Lieutenant Castle my team is on the way eta 6 minutes stand by" said a voice "Castle been a long time since Costa Rica time to return the favor." Patriarch said. "Don't worry were on our way. And for the record I could have killed that guy you didn't give me a chance." the man said "Yeah whatever just please come and save our asses." Patriarch said "Roger." the man replied. Patriarch looked over the humvee for a look and ducked a second later. It didn't look good for him "Godspeed Lieutenant." he whispered under his breath as a bullet flew over his head almost shooting off his helmet.

"Godspeed"

Foxtrot12 03:25, May 28, 2010 (UTC)

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Armstrong trudged over to the cockpit where Backster was working busily at the controls "man, i'm bored" he said sticking his head in "how long till we get their?"

"About thirty minutes" replied Backster "we're just reaching the alaskan coast" As armstrong walked back again he saw the six other men he was sharing the helo with gathered and gazing over the side. He heard Backster say: "Micheal, you better have a look at this!" He looked over the side and saw what was the big attraction. Sticking out of the sea was a massive submarine, there were spetznaz swarming the beach and a few enemy birds in the sky. "Woah, woah, what the hell is this?" Armstrong shouted. "Looks like we're late" said one of the rangers. Armstrong ran into the cockpit to find Backster on the radio; "Officer Credok do you copy? Officer Credok do you copy? SEAL team 4 does anybody copy?"

A voice crackled trough on the radio "This is X-ray 9-3, all friendly support is to regroup to SEAL team 4 north of the beach"

"X-ray, this is gunslinger 2-1 we're encountering an enemy sub, over"

"Leave the talking to me, Backster" said Armstrong "just focus on keeping us in the air"

"Gunslinger 2-1, russian forces have started a full scale attack on the coast from the sub, try and buy us as much time as you can then get your asses over to the rest of the team, X-ray out"

"X-ray! X-ray!" he screamed down the radio "Micheal, get to the cannon, we' gotta buy them some time" He got to the vulcan cannon on the side of the Black Hawk, it felt heavy in his hands. It was good to be doing this again, he was 'gunslinger' Armstrong blowing the enemy army to smitherines! The helo went in for a strafing run on the beach and a constant stream of bullets erupted from the cannon, bodies flew, snow and dirt was uplifted. The gunner relished in the cries of his foes, there was a ranger firing their M4A1 on either side of him. Gunslinger 2-1 lifted back into the air and suddenly there was a flash from down below, Armstrong heard the hiss of flares going off. "Bloody hell, Backster, the subs got SAM's!" They started strafing again and Armstrong killed about another dozen men. Most if not all the russians were now concentrating their fire on the Black Hawk, another set of flares went off, the helo did one more strafe, killing countless. "Backster, we've bought them enough time! The helo can't withstand this for much longer!" At that moment, a missile from a hind whistled past them. "Get us outta here!" And with that the helo turned and started flying north with Armstrong firing at the beach all the way.

The mercenary 12:16, June 1, 2010 (UTC)The mercenaryThe mercenary 12:16, June 1, 2010 (UTC)

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They were pinned down and dead in Bushmaster's eyes. At least a platoon of Russians were advancing on his position with a few choppers then he heard a voice over the radio. "This is Gator 3-9 we are coming in low and fast." the voice said just as a little bird swooped over their heads "Guns Guns Guns." Bushmaster heard the pilot say as the bird destroyed two m1-8s as they were dropping Spetsnaz sending them spiraling in a flurry of smoke and fire then crashing into the ground sending debris flying everywhere.

"Hell yeah!" yelled Cowboy in his deep Texan accent as the birds hit the ground the bird flew over the team's heads and landed behind them dropping off SEALs before the bird ascended back into the air to open fire on the now almost retreating Russian forces. The new SEALs charged up and team 4 followed them. With all of them firing, the shocked Russians retreated "That's right run you cock-sucking sons of bitchs! Run!" Cowboy yelled to the retreating hostiles as he gripped his L86 and started firing hitting some of them as they ran.

"Credok it's good to see you." Castle said to the Warrant Officer "Like wise good to see we didn't get some trigger happy idiotic infantry grunt for backup." Credok responded. "You sure?" Castle said nodding towards Cowboy "He's a good kid." Credok responded "Now lets get to bussiness we're still following the plan with this." Castle said. "Alright so I take it we head to Seraph?" Credok said "Yeah Seraph Air Base. Nice little base about to be a living hell when Mother Russia arrives. Now let's get moving we have a Ranger blackhawk inbound that should transport you there my team will take the little bird meet you there." Castle said. "Hooah." responded Credok as he heard the rotors of a black hawk helicopter approaching. "S.S.D.D." Patriarch said as he lit a cigar and walked toward the black hawk.

"S.S.D.D."

Foxtrot12 07:08, May 29, 2010 (UTC)

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Armstrong felt the bump as the Black Hawk hit the ground. "Okay" he told the six rangers on board "X-rays, told us we've gotta pick up these SEALS and take them to Seraph Air Base"

"First north, then south, what bloody next?" remarked Backster

"You guys are going to be transferred to another pave low so we can fit the whole of SEAL team 4 on board" At that moment a navy SEAL who was obviously an officer climbed on board. "You must be Warrant officer Credok" said Armstrong as they shook hands

"Call me Patriarch, and you would be?"

"Private Micheal Armstrong, sir, but call me Gunslinger" he replied with a quick smile. After that more and more SEALS came, replacing the rangers and Armstrong began to feel more and more on edge. Among the nine that got on board, there was also one called Bishop, a guy known as Bushmaster, an explosive expert known as Cowboy and a guy called Jester. Patriarch sat in the cockpit with Backster and Armstrong sat with the guy called Bushmaster and told him about the incident with the sub and Bushmaster told him about all the fighting in the current area, he started to relax. Eventually the helicopter rose into the air again and started flying south "Micheal, get on the cannon in case any of these bastards come back" said Backster. None did. But as they passed the beach once more, they found the russians setting up camp about twenty feet away from the water. As they flew past the Black Hawk did a strafing run, Armstrong sprayed bullets everywhere with a whoop, even the Seals joined in and started firing. They then returned to the air and continued their journey, he counted about two dozen killed all together and thought no more of it. But about ten seconds later he heard the propellers of a second helo, he leaned over the side and saw a Hind armed with missiles come up next to them. Backster obviously saw it too as the Black Hawk suddenly started strafing in an attempt to avoid the missiles. If one one of them found its mark they would all be in danger and the Hind was too close for their flares to be of any use. It would all be up to sheer luck now, Armstrong closed his eyes and waited for a miracle as the first missile was fired...

The mercenary 12:16, June 1, 2010 (UTC)The mercenaryThe mercenary 12:16, June 1, 2010 (UTC)

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Liam Richards was bored. Life at DefCon had never been interesting for him, but just recently it had taken a serious downturn. He and his workfriend, Tom, were both sitting staring at their computer screens. Liam had gone into a bored "trance", as he usually did.

Bleep, bleep, bleep...

Richards was startled from his trance. He looked at the screen.

Tom had noticed him. "What's up, Liam?"

Liam didn't answer. He had noticed a blinking red light off the coast of Alaska.

"Liam?"

"Jesus Christ", Liam said.

A red streak was shooting away from the Alaskan coast. The computer had identified it as a nuclear missile.

"Oh. Oh, shit. Shit, shit, SHIT!" Liam turned to his ashen-faced friend. "Work out the vector of that missile and get the SecDef on the line! NOW!!!"

Sgt. S.S. 19:22, May 31, 2010 (UTC)

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Arkady slowly regained consciousness. It was cold; the stinging wind was biting at his exposed cheeks. He couldn't see through his googles; the familiar stench of blood told him why. Arkady calmly took off his googles and thought. "Those Americans fought well," he thought to himself. "They sent their best indeed." Arkady thought of his comrades. He had to make a head count. Many had died in the firefight; Arkady was lucky to have survived. Arkady noticed a warm, sticky liquid in his parka. He tried to sit up, but pain seared through his stiff abdomen, and he couldn't get up. He ignored the immense pain, just as he had been trained to do, as he slowly rolled over and saw Andropov's frozen face. He noticed Andropov's goggles. "He won't be needing them," Arkady thought. Now that he could see through the white storm, he needed to treat his wound. He stood up and staggered, attempting to find the medic. Visibility was shit, and Arkady wondered if he could ever find his squad. Suddenly, he tripped over something stiff. More pain, he thought. He turned to see Mikhail, the medic, crumpled to a ball with a bullet wound to his head. He was almost frozen solid. Arkady must have been out here for a couple hours. If that were the case, surely his men had seen his wound and moved on. He had done it himself, and Arkady had no time to regret his team's decision. With the medic dead, he had to treat his own wounds. At least he had done well in first aid training. He opened Mikhail's pack and took the gauze and hydrogen peroxide. "This is going to be a long day," Arkady thought.🇨🇩

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"That was to close!" yelled Jester as the hind's missile streaked past the bird. Busmaster looked as Bishop picked up his M21 EBR that he always had handy, Bishop was after all the squad's sniper. "Pilot turn this thing sideways." Bishop yelled to the ranger driving the bird he looked confused but did anyway. Now with the hind facing the hovering bird they were an easy target. In about a two seconds the hind would fire a missile and kill them plenty of time thought Bishop as he fired his rifle. The gun made a click as a shell fell to the ground of the Blackhawk and the hind who's pilot was now dead spiraled to the grond and blew up in a column of smoke. "Father forgive me." said Bishop as he looked down at the wreck he had just created. Bishop was a strong catholic that was how he got his callsign he seemed to feel guilty after each kill. Bushmaster had no idea why he joined the SEALs but he was damn happy he did.

After a nearly silent hour of flight the team arrived at Seraph. Castle was waiting with a team of SEALs and from what Bushmaster could see the entire base was on alert at least 300 soldiers were running around. And Abrams tanks were deployed taking defensive positions. Patriarch and the team stepped out to see Spooky and Hitman two other members of the team. Where's Robot and Zach?" asked Patriarch. "Navy took em for some international pop-star diva squad, something about oil rigs." responded hitman. "Damn." said Patriarch "anything else?" "Well command now wants us to get out here. Some nuke is on it's way and the Russians command sub has some computer on it that can abort the nuke. Other wise Alaska's population is gonna decrease by however many people live in Anchorage." Spooky said "Sons of bitches. First they ask us to get to Seraph and then they ask us to go back. Could they just say go fuck yourselves and save us the time?" Jester remarked. "Can it Jester. And come on we got a sub and a lot of guys to blow the hell out of." Patriarch said. "That's what she said." Jester remarked drawing the laughter of Spooky and Bushmaster. "Apollo two-six we are ready for pick up." Patriarch said to the team's little bird pilot. He was worried a Russian sub wasn't going to be easy to get into and if Castle and the infantry couldn't hold Seraph until the reinforcements arrived then God would need to send a miracle to save them. Patriarch grabbed another pack of cigars and handed one to each member of his team. "It's our victory dance don't light these until that nuke is gone." he said, no one noticed that Patriarch hadn't given himself one as the little bird took off.

Foxtrot12 23:11, May 31, 2010 (UTC)

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Armstrong was loosing patients and fast. First he had been sent north, then south and the fucking north again! It was just him and Backster on the helo this time and he was getting board. After all that had hapened on this beach he was unwilling to go near it again. But suddenly the radio crackled into life and he heard a familiar voice on it: "Come in, Gunslinger, Backster!" It was Lynch, an old friend of Armstrong. They had been army buddies even before him and Backster. "Bloody good to hear from you, mate" he said down the radio "I didn't know you were assigned to Alaska.

"Oh yeah" replied lynch "I got chosen as infantry-"

"Gunslinger 2-1, this is apollo 2-6 stand by to engage on my mark" Armstrong turned around and saw that the sub was in sight.

"Listen, Lynch, I gotta go but if you need anything, just give us a call"

"Gunslinger 2-1, this is apollo 2-6, you are clear to engage" and with that the Black Hawk flew on towards the beach, he knew they had two chances before they were blown to smitherines, he just hoped the sub didn't have that many SAM's.

The mercenary 12:16, June 1, 2010 (UTC)The mercenaryThe mercenary 12:16, June 1, 2010 (UTC)

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The black hawk opened fire on the sub. It only needed to damage it if the sub had a breach it wouldn't dive. And by the looks of it it's first run did the trick. Bushmaster saw the sub get lit up by the minigun on the helo "Nice shooting." commented Hitman on the radio. Bushmaster looked, it appeared as though the sub had a hull breach near the porthole that was good. "Hang on people." said the pilot as the little bird flew in close to the sub when it was directly over the sub Jester jumped off followed by Cowboy and Patriarch the rest of the team followed and ran on top of the sub to a small door which Bushmaster guessed to be their insertion point. Patriarch opened it and motioned the team in Bushmaster went in first. The second he hit the ground he let five rounds of his ACR go into aa Russian who was standing in front of him shocked. "All clear." he said as the rest of the team moved in "Down this hall and take a left." said Spooky. The team moved with Patriarch in the lead the second he turned the corner a shell went off and into a Russian. "Clear." Patriarch said "Straight." said Spooky they did and hit a door Cowboy opened it to reveal a room that looked like the bridge. Hitman let loose a full magazine of his AA-12 into the Russians as they ran across the room looking for a weapon. "Don't damage those computers!" yelled Patriarch over the roar of the team's weapons. It took a minute until the fire stopped and Bushmaster rushed to a computer that he guessed controlled the missile he pushed the dead body off of it and sat down. Typing in the blood soaked keyboard he got to the correct screen. He entered the code he had gotten from Apollo "2357hdh25hbetw73y73hd2wq7" he said looking at the piece of paper he had written it down on. Missile aborted flashed on the screen in Russian the team cheered and Bushmaster pulled out the cigar that Patriarch had given him. "Fuck." said Patriarch realizing that he had survived he then looked at Jester right next to him and pulled the cigar out of his hands. "You don't need it." said Patriarch as Jester started to protest. "Apollo tell X-Ray that missiles are aborted and come get us outa here." Patriarch said over his radio. "Roger that I am inbound to your location. Wait oh..shit SAM sites turn le-" Apollo said as the radio cut off after the sound of an explosion. "Shit." said Spooky. "Quit your bitching Spooky and lets find a ride out of here." said Patriarch as he walked towards the exit of the sub.

Foxtrot12 23:45, June 1, 2010 (UTC)

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Wolf observed his surroundings, then quietly dropped from a quiet CIA helicopter. He raised his UMP to eye level then aimed down the 3x ITL MARS sight and saw two Russians. Through an implanted microphone in his skin, he whispered to the chopper, "Get your minis ready -- I've got two Tangos down my sights."

"Roger that," grunted the gunner and the pilot of the chopper. Wolf turned on his goggles and switched his goggles to thermal vision. Thirteen Russians. He changed his UMP45 modular carbine to three-round burst and let loose the trigger, firing randomly at the sky. The Russians, wearing heavy warming gear were too slow in reflexes, shoving their AK-47s up into the air, then Wolf switched to full automatic and shot four of them, three of the shots leg shots, the last one a clean shot to the temple.

Then the pilot of the chopper said, "Wolf, get out of there."

"Why?"

"Just get the fuck on the chopper -- now!" Wolf trusted the pilot's judgement and jumped on the helicopter. A large missile blasted and exploded where Wolf had been. Even from far up and away, Wolf's CIA training allowed him to identify the missile as an American air-to-surface/surface-to-surface missile.Rollersox 00:39, June 4, 2010 (UTC)

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Hawk checked the area, then slowly stalked 3 russian guards. He aimed the .600 at the russians as the lined up, in 1 shot the 3 russians were dead and so was a guard in another room. Walking slowly to the wall were the bulley entry point was he poked his head in," rangers the russians are planning to bomb an oil rig off the coast off alaska". While staring into the room he spotted a Nazy SEAl insignia on a russian,"Rangers we have a traitor there was no recorded spy we have been tricked".Right beofre he could get up and run he had a gun on the back off his head and before he new it he was unconcious.

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The CIA "Geek" technician rapidly typed away on his computer. The actual screen was wide enough to fit an average-sized civilian's kitchen and a quarter of the dining room combined. "Geek," said Wolf, twirling a SOG Special Ops combat knife in his hand.

"Yeah, Wolf?" Nobody in the Quesar Dome knew each other's real names, and most of them didn't even know their real names -- they had been "kidnapped" by the federal government authorities; selected first, then kidnapped, and brung up through a brutal life of hardship. They were all very hardened and, though very brute, knew when to select diplomacy and peace and justice over brute force, violence, and chaos.

"Faster, okay, dude? I've been waiting for -- what, fifty minutes now?" Geek sighed. "Wolf, be patient, 'kay? Trying over here." Wolf watched the 3-D Samsung-bought CIA modified LCD/plasma screen come up with more and more satellite thermal, NV, infrared, and EM camera scans. The CIA emblem of an eagle was quickly blotted out by the rapidly-ascending numbers of scans. Finally, Geek laughed triumphantly as he looked on his own personal smaller screen. "Right here, madams and sirs -- the traitor. Russian with SEAL insignia. Beautiful."

Geek spun in his chair cheerfully. "Well? Applause for me?"

Wolf clapped three times softly. Then he saw an American being dragged from the Russian base and cursed. "Geek, tell the pilots to get me there immediately."

Four minutes later, Wolf was armed to the teeth with twenty-nine clips of UMP magazines and thirteen mags for his Mark 23 SOCOM pistol. On a Blackhawk on the way to Hell.Rollersox 01:32, June 4, 2010 (UTC)

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The S.A.S captain was being dragged from the base," What are you damn basterds gonna do slap me to death the American milatary will be here in no time". Then the angered russian hit him in the back with the stock of his rifle,"That didnt even hurt". Then the captain was hit again with the rifles stock and then dragged into a chopper," this ones for america". Then james slowly pulled out a C4 detonator and pressed the button. The explosion caused derbis to hit the russian helicopter to spin out of control and crash into the ground.

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Wolf's Blackhawk narrowly missed the sliding-out-of-control Russian chopper. Wolf ignored the pilot's yells of loud warning and just zip-lined out, holding his UMP tight. He saw the unconscious SAS captain and grabbed his shoulder, when he heard a Russian say in heavily-accented English, "Don't move."Rollersox 23:09, June 4, 2010 (UTC)

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"Oh shit oh shit oh shit." Whiskey Six said as he ran down a hallway in Seraph Air Base with the ringing of enemy explosives in his ears. The Russians were pounding Seraph hard T-80 tanks and mortar fire were turning terrible for Seraph not to mention the few hundred Spetsnaz troops knocking down his door. Whiskey turned right and opened a door leading into a communications center. He looked around and saw a radio he ran to it a started talking. "Hello Hello is anyone there? this is Seraph air base and we are under heavy fire any available units please respond we need backup." Whiskey said into the thing and waited for a response about 3 minutes later nothing came in but he heard the door to the room open and he ducked down quickly. Under the desk he heard voices that he identified as Russian.

Whiskey held his breath and unslung his MP5K silenced he had taken from a fallen ally on the runway. He slid out underneath the desk jumped up and started firing, in about three seconds and thirteen rounds 4 Russians were dead. He walked back to the radio and looked at it. "Someone pick up." he whispered. "Pick up."

Foxtrot12 01:59, June 5, 2010 (UTC)

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"LT!"

"What is it Paulson?!" yelled Castle to his second-in-command, while peaking around the corner and firing off a few more rounds.

"Distress call! Whiskey Six is on the base!"

Castle and his squad of SEALs were still on Seraph, trying to hold back the advancing Russian troops. It was a noble effort, but there were just too many. With the Russians breaching the perimeter, the SEALs were forced back and were making their way to the armory. It was below ground, with twenty feet of solid concrete between it and the surface. Right now, it was the safest place to be. However, with Russians swarming the base, it wasn't exactly easy getting there. The SEALs quickly moved from cover to cover, opening fire only when necessary.

"Gimme the radio!" Castle said, getting back into cover. "Whiskey Six, this is Lieutenant Castle. Where are you!?"

A feeling of relief showered over Hackett. "Castle, Whiskey Six. I'm in the communications room, but I don't know how long I'll last. The place is crawling with Russkies and I'm on my own over here."

"Are you armed?"

"Yes sir."

"Then hold tight, we'll be there in five. Castle out."

With a new objective, Castle gathered his SEALs.

"Listen up! New plan! Duncan, Ski, you're with me! Paulson, take the rest and secure the armory and hold it until we get back, copy?"

"Aye aye sir!" the SEALs responded. Chief z 04:04, June 5, 2010 (UTC)

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Whiskey jumped when the door opened and castle walked in. "Sir thank you." Whiskey said to him "Ok we have him now what?" asked Duncan. "I don't know." replied Castle "The Russian advance is strong most forces have fallen back by now and we have no way out." he finished. "Wait. I have an idea." Whiskey said. "Now I managed to get a view of the base and it's inventory. And I know that there is still a UH-60 helo in hangar 3 out on the runway it's undergoing repair on it's weapon systems so no one would have taken it." Whiskey said. "But wait again we don't have a pilot." Duncan said. "Duncan I wasn't always some hungover UAV operator I flew an F-15 in Iraq in 2003, an apache in 2005, a harrier in 2007, and a stealth bomber in 2011. If we can get to that hangar I can fly us outa here and we can regroup with the main force." Whiskey said "But i'm gonna need some assistance getting there." Whiskey said as he took a sip out of his canteen and Castle walked out of the room. "follow me." he said.

Foxtrot12 10:02, June 5, 2010 (UTC)

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Hawk slowly got up from the ground a little dizzy from the crash he could still walk. As he came towards wolf he noticed he was in a crossfire with a russian. Not knowing they would shoot when bullet was shot so he un holstered his magnum and shot the russian in the leg,"your the russian traitor right". Before he knew it his CIA savior and him self were cornered.Sgt Sprinkles 13:29, June 5, 2010 (UTC)

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Armstrong had seen Apollo 2-6 destroyed in the blink of an eye and suddenly he wasn't as confident. The sub had already brought the Black Hawk too its last set of flares and it still had many mre SAM's. "SEAL team 4, this is Gunslinger 2-1, the LZ is too hot and we cannot remain here for long"

"Roger" said Patriarch "try and land at a safe distance we'll meet you there"

"Roger that" replied Armstrong, but that moment he heard the ships flares go off once more. Armstrong snapped alert "Jesus Christ, Backster, get the Black Hawk out of here!"

The helo turned south and slowly started to make its way off the beach. He leaned over the side and was just in time to see an SAM being fired. He heard himself screamin all of a sudden and then the missile struck, the whole helicopter jerked suddenly, the side bursting into flames, Armstrong was thrown against the wall, barely conscious. They started spinning towards the ground, the helo was giving off a frantic beeping. The last thing he screamed before the helo crashed was: "HANG ON BACKSTER WE'RE GOING DOWN!!!"

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"Alright well then we have ourselves at an impasse." Patriarch said. "So what now? We got no evac and the Russkies are closing in fast." said Spooky. "Well relax spooky I have a plan." said Patriarch as he dropped his weapon on the ground. "What the hell." asked Hitman as Bishop followed suit, soon everyone was unarmed and a Russian reinforcement team was in the room. Bushmaster who was fluent in Russian heard one of them say to take them alive he felt a sigh of relief before being knocked to the ground by his new Russian captors. The last thing he heard before slipping into unconsciousness was Patriarch say "An impasse Cowboy, an impasse." and then it all went black.

Foxtrot12 20:31, June 8, 2010 (UTC)

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"Damn you," growled Wolf angrily, spitting in the Russian's face. He saw a few other soldiers tied up as well, and Russians were lining up with various torture devices. He thought, They're going to torture us. Then he steeled himself and laughed at the Russians. "Well? Bring it on!"Rollersox 23:31, June 8, 2010 (UTC)

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"Uh..Comrade I o no hablo Russianolo compadre." said Jester to the Russians in front of them. "Jester you might want to work on your Russian and everything else." commented Spooky. "Oh shut up." replied Jester. As they stared at the Russians worried when the door opened and a Russian wearing a SEAL insignia walked in "That is fine you capitalist swine I am fluent in your english. So best not to stress your tiny brain." he said looking at Jester "Son of a bitch." said Bishop as he saw the insignia. The Russian noticed and acknowledged him "I know, pathetic how your intelligence was so terrible to not realize my identity." he said with a grin. "Just wait soon when Moscow burns you can see how pathetic we really are." said Patriarch.

"Now who first." the traitor said picking up a smoking brand with the letter "C" which Bushmaster guessed stood for capitalist on it. The man walked towards Jester "Have anything to say?" he asked Jester who replied by spitting in his face. "You should not have done that." the traitor said as he bressed the brand onto Jester's arm grinning as he screamed in pain. "You sure you don't know anything?" the traitor asked again. "Suck my di-" Jester said before he was cut off with a smack to the face, knocking him out cold. He moved on to Cowboy "You want to be a tough guy to?" he asked raising the brand close to Cowboy's face. Patriarch who was tied to a chair beside Cowboy kicked the traitor as he prepared to brand Cowboy. The traitor looked in shock and without second thought pulled a revolver what looked to Bushmaster like an IOF .32 revolver and shot Patriarch in the knee he screamed as the Russian looked towards the squad and started talking in his native tounge. Bushmaster heard everything the Russians were taking the team to a cell and Patriarch was going to be treated so he could be tortured later. Great Bushmaster thought why didn't I go for MLB as the Russians were dragging him out he looked at Patriarch who was still bleeding, Cowboy who was in tears over the man who he viewed as a father being shot, and Jester still out cold. Bushmaster knew one thing that the Russian bastards were gonna pay dearly feelings of anger and hate rose up in him as the Russians closed the cell door. In the interogation room the traitor looked at the other soldiers and the torture devices his comrades had lined up for him. "So anybody feel like cooperating? or do we have to do this again?" he said to the CIA and SAS captain with a grin.

Foxtrot12 01:14, June 9, 2010 (UTC)

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"Uhh...sure! I'd like to be killed by a fucking Russian! Yay! Err...no." Wolf grinned at the Russian, who slugged him hard across the face. A tooth popped out. Wolf grinned even wider, his cheek swelling by the hit. "Ouch! But still, thanks for the little tooth. A little bugger that one was. It was loose, y'see and -- " Another sharp punch. Wolf spat out crimson and red blood. "Ugh. Easy on the punching! Godda -- " Another punch.

"Now. Tell us information." The "SEAL" walked over to Wolf and pressed the brand onto Wolf's bare arm. Wolf growled and grunted, all the while gritting his teeth sharply together.

"Fuck you, goddamn jackass," replied Wolf, grinding his teeth together. "I'll give you information. Your mom was in my bed last night and -- "

"Shut the fuck up, CIA agent."

Wolf gasped in mock distress. He looked around in mock worry as well. "Oh dear! He knows I'm working for the CIA! This is extremely bad! No. If your so smart and we 'capatalist swine' are so stupid, then how did we defeat battalions of your supposedly awesome army? Dumb asshole. Doesn't even know what he's talking about." A sharp punch on the head with the brand made Wolf gasp with pain.

"Damn you...to hell..." Then a kick in the groin sent him into darkness.Rollersox 02:53, June 9, 2010 (UTC)

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One thing Hackett didn't notice before the SEALs came for him was that aside from the radio chatter in the comm room, it got strangely quiet in the building just before Castle arrived. He use to hear the Russians blabbering on saying God knows what, but his focusing soley on surviving seemed to cut off is perception of everything around that the silence didn't dawn on him until he left the room with the SEALs. When they turned a corner, he saw why it got so quiet.

"Holy shit." Hackett said.

Bodies of Russian troops lay on the ground and slumped against the walls, their blood forming grotesque red puddles on the floor.

"Hey, when you give suppressors to Navy SEALs..." Ski said to Hackett.

"Watch your step. I don't need us tracking blood on the snow." Castle ordered.

Making their way around the bodies and blood, Castle reached for his radio.

"Paulson, this is Castle. Give me a sitrep, over."

"We've got the armory locked down sir. Hondo took a hit, but he'll be fine."

"Copy that. Listen, I've found a ride out of here. Go to Hangar 3; there should be a Black Hawk there undergoing weapons maintenance. Secure it and get it prepped for take off. Stock up on ammo and meet us there. Over."

"Roger that 3-1."

"And Paulson, when is Elmendorf rolling out the red carpet? Over."

"ETA 20 minutes sir."

"Roger. Castle out."

Nearing the exit, Castle bent down to a dead Russian and inspected his combat vest before removing it. "You won't be needing this anymore buddy," he said, taking the soldier's AK-74 as well. He turned to Hackett and gave him the dead trooper's gear. "Here, you'd do more damage with this. You're good on ammo as well."

Hackett donned the vest and charged the AK, the familiar chk chk sound signifying he was ready to kick some ass. Castle prepared to open the door, his SCAR-L at the ready and turned to his men.

"Ready?"

The team responded with a quick nod. Seconds before going out in the cold, Hackett couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen in twenty minutes. Chief z 06:22, June 9, 2010 (UTC)

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Bushmaster felt a quick relief as Jester regained coinsciousness. "What happened?" Jester asked "Well you pissed off the Russian." said Hitman "Oh" said Jester. "Spooky what's the deal on the lock?" asked Hitman to spooky who was picking the cell's lock with a lockpick that he always kept sewed inside his balavaca. "Alright it's picked." said Spooky as he opened the door. "Now what?" asked Cowboy. "Watch and learn." replied Hitman as he rounded a corner and the team heard a snap which they all identified as a neck breaking. A second later Hitman turned the corner holding an Ak-47 "Let's go." Hitman said as he motioned the team forward.

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Wolf was out, his UMP45 at the ready. He saw a few soldiers, one of them holding an AK. He crept over to the person. "Know where to go?" He asked cautiously. He knew some people held prejudice against CIA agents, but hopefully these people didn't know he was CIA at all -- after all, he had been sent in with the alias Paul Bullois, as a very mysterious Delta Force soldier.

He waited for an answer.Rollersox 23:13, June 9, 2010 (UTC)

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"In a way yes." said Hitman "Our CO Patriarch is in some medbay. We go in and get him out and then the process is simple. We kill every Russian son of a whore we find, kill the traitor, 'persuade' one of them to tell us where we are, then we get the fuck outa here." Hitman said checking his AK. "Just like Costa Rica." Spooky said remembering the op the team had gone through three years ago that had earned him his callsign and was the reason he always wore a balavaca. "Yeah just like Costa Rica. Except without you taking a shotgun blast to the face, ending up looking like some guy who just got fucked up by some serial killer, and me having to carried your wounded ass for three miles." said Jester sarcastically. Hitman promptly hit him in the back of the head and told him to free the SAS captain. "Alright Delta i'm second in command of the squad but with Zach gone you would now be the commanding officer. So lead on." Hitman said. "Wait a minute. We're giving control of the squad to some D-Boy?" asked Cowboy. "Just relax Cowboy i'll buy you a cold one later." said Hitman. Upon hearing this Cowboy turned to Wolf and saluted "Lead on sir." he said drawing the squad's laughter.

Foxtrot12 04:19, June 10, 2010 (UTC)

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Wolf shrugged and said, "Why not?" He walked forward, but before even stepping eight paces, he stopped and put a hand up, as the universal "stop" sign. He quickly kneeled down to a kneeling position, his UMP ready. He waited...He motioned for the other soldiers to get down, and without looking back, went on his stomach and began slithering toward a patch of land. Footsteps and whispers seemed to be surrounding them. Then a fireteam of Russians stepped out from the bushes, backs turned to the American soldiers behind them. As a Russian turned around, three rounds from his UMP45 caught the Russians unaware, and one Russian dropped to the ground, weapon clattering loudly to the floor. Two others went down, injured. The others began opening fire.Rollersox 23:09, June 10, 2010 (UTC)