[Metal Joe d20 Modern] No Rest for the Nameless [PG-17]
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perivas
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"Yes, sir!" Drew was never completely comfortable with the "non-existence" concept, but then he was always there to make that it didn't matter whether or not "non-existence" is an issue. After all, getting people out safely was why he got picked up for SCTU in the first place.
Krizzel
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Carlsberg AFB…
“Good.” Mad Dog nodded with satisfaction, then turned and picked up a wooden pointing stick from the table while Sergeant Major Tyrell dimmed the lights. A projection screen dropped down from the ceiling, soon filled with a satellite image of an island, about ten miles across according to the scale.
“This is San Carmo, an island a few hundred miles off the coast of Peru. The CIA* has a small listening post there for keeping track of naval activity and communications in the area. Three days ago, the Agency lost contact with their people on San Carmo.” Mad Dog paused for a moment, then waved for Lieutenant Hauser to move on to the next slide.
“Satellites overflew the island the next morning.” The picture changed to a black and white image with the irregular lines and blotches of forest, giving way to a clearing which held a rectangular structure. “This is the main building. What we see here are several people and a few vehicles.” The Major indicated some dots and smaller rectangles. “There are only supposed to be a dozen personnel at the base, but there are at least twice as many in this photo.”
“And this,” Mad Dog went on as the next picture appeared on the screen, “is a MARS** OPB-12e patrol ship.” The image showed a section of coastline with a short, fat ship about a mile off. “SIGRA*** is the only outfit in the area using those. So it got decided to hand the mission on down to us, and by the end of that day we got recon onto the island. Early tonight we got this back.”
Another picture of the main installation appeared on the screen, but this time from a vantage point on the ground. The building was actually nestled against a hill, tucked carefully among the leafy fronds of jungle trees. Though the image was black and white, there were obvious marks of fire on the structure itself and the surrounding vegetation, along with a smattering of pock marks on the façade. Three men stood talking in front of the building, while a few others were scattered about the background. All of them were wearing tiger-stripe fatigues and carrying various rifles.
“These men are SIGRA guerillas,” Mad Dog explained, tapping each with his pointer. “This one,” he went on, holding the stick on one of the three in the foreground, “is Colonel Manco Estevam, el Escorpion Rojo. General Guilherme apparently holds him in some high regard. Whatever the case, Estevam has a reputation for being both cagey and tempermental.” Sergeant Major Tyrell grunted in agreement.
“This man,” Mad Dog went on, “is known only as Odin. He’s a mercenary who sometimes moonlights as an arms dealer.” The man wore a dark, thin ski mask of some sort with matching dark-colored fatigues and an MP5K slung over his shoulder. “What his involvement is, we’re not sure, though he’s had dealings with MARS in the past so it’s possible they hired him on SIGRA’s behalf.
“We’ve got pictures of a few other men who look like European mercenaries, though none of whom we recognize. Recon also got pictures of the CIA personnel, tied up and being dragged outside and beaten. By all appearances they’re being kept hostage. The Agency tells us that the station’s data is stored on encrypted optical drives, so perhaps the guerillas are trying to get them to reveal the passwords. Or perhaps they’re holding onto them to see if they can get a ransom.”
The projector turned off as the lights came back up. “So Bravos, your mission is twofold.” Mad Dog set the pointer back on the table and paced in front of the soldiers, gesturing with his hands as he talked. “Your primary objective is to infiltrate the island and rescue the hostages. Your secondary objective is to recover the optical drives, disable the power generator and the hydraulic lift to the basement levels, and demolish the superstructure. Both objectives must be completed.
“We’d love to have Estevam and Odin for questioning, but the mission comes first. I should also mention that the U.S. government does not officially support SIGRA or the Sierra Gordo government. We don’t want to get involved in their civil war and we’d rather no one have any evidence that we’ve been on San Carmo at all.”
Mad Dog clasped his hands behind his back, square jaw taking on a determined cast. “Your plane takes off in thirty minutes. You’ll be doing a HALO**** jump and then moving in by MB-24a IAB. We’re shipping along an experimental modular hydrofoil for your extraction – it should be fast enough to stay away from that patrol ship, but they say it’ll take a couple of hours to put the thing together. Make sure you plan for that.”
Major ‘Mad Dog’ Anderson nodded. “Alright Bravos. I’ve got to go brief your pilots. Gunny and the Lieutenant can answer any questions you’ve got. Then make sure you get into your wet suits and jump gear. All your equipment has already been loaded, but if want anything extra Gunny can go pick it up at the armory. I’ll see you on the runway.” With another nod he turned and strode out the door at a quick pace.
Sergeant Major Tyrell then stepped to the front of the room. “Okay people. Map data, specs on the station, and pictures and dossiers for the station personnel, Estevam, and Odin have all been loaded onto your BIS*****. Zeus is in overall command of this mission. You’ll need to rendezvous with your recon, code name Shadow Wolf, once you reach the island. Have ‘em fill you in on the current situation, then plan your course of action from there. The faster you can get in and out, the better, it looks like to me.
“Any questions?”
* Central Intelligence Agency
** Military Armaments Research Syndicate - an eastern European arms dealer
*** Sierra Gordo Revolutionary Army - a guerilla movement in the south american country of Sierra Gordo
**** High Altitude Low Opening - a dangerous parachuting technique designed to evade radar detection
***** Battlefield Information System - a combat hardened PDA, sometimes mounted in a rubberized guantlet
“Good.” Mad Dog nodded with satisfaction, then turned and picked up a wooden pointing stick from the table while Sergeant Major Tyrell dimmed the lights. A projection screen dropped down from the ceiling, soon filled with a satellite image of an island, about ten miles across according to the scale.
“This is San Carmo, an island a few hundred miles off the coast of Peru. The CIA* has a small listening post there for keeping track of naval activity and communications in the area. Three days ago, the Agency lost contact with their people on San Carmo.” Mad Dog paused for a moment, then waved for Lieutenant Hauser to move on to the next slide.
“Satellites overflew the island the next morning.” The picture changed to a black and white image with the irregular lines and blotches of forest, giving way to a clearing which held a rectangular structure. “This is the main building. What we see here are several people and a few vehicles.” The Major indicated some dots and smaller rectangles. “There are only supposed to be a dozen personnel at the base, but there are at least twice as many in this photo.”
“And this,” Mad Dog went on as the next picture appeared on the screen, “is a MARS** OPB-12e patrol ship.” The image showed a section of coastline with a short, fat ship about a mile off. “SIGRA*** is the only outfit in the area using those. So it got decided to hand the mission on down to us, and by the end of that day we got recon onto the island. Early tonight we got this back.”
Another picture of the main installation appeared on the screen, but this time from a vantage point on the ground. The building was actually nestled against a hill, tucked carefully among the leafy fronds of jungle trees. Though the image was black and white, there were obvious marks of fire on the structure itself and the surrounding vegetation, along with a smattering of pock marks on the façade. Three men stood talking in front of the building, while a few others were scattered about the background. All of them were wearing tiger-stripe fatigues and carrying various rifles.
“These men are SIGRA guerillas,” Mad Dog explained, tapping each with his pointer. “This one,” he went on, holding the stick on one of the three in the foreground, “is Colonel Manco Estevam, el Escorpion Rojo. General Guilherme apparently holds him in some high regard. Whatever the case, Estevam has a reputation for being both cagey and tempermental.” Sergeant Major Tyrell grunted in agreement.
“This man,” Mad Dog went on, “is known only as Odin. He’s a mercenary who sometimes moonlights as an arms dealer.” The man wore a dark, thin ski mask of some sort with matching dark-colored fatigues and an MP5K slung over his shoulder. “What his involvement is, we’re not sure, though he’s had dealings with MARS in the past so it’s possible they hired him on SIGRA’s behalf.
“We’ve got pictures of a few other men who look like European mercenaries, though none of whom we recognize. Recon also got pictures of the CIA personnel, tied up and being dragged outside and beaten. By all appearances they’re being kept hostage. The Agency tells us that the station’s data is stored on encrypted optical drives, so perhaps the guerillas are trying to get them to reveal the passwords. Or perhaps they’re holding onto them to see if they can get a ransom.”
The projector turned off as the lights came back up. “So Bravos, your mission is twofold.” Mad Dog set the pointer back on the table and paced in front of the soldiers, gesturing with his hands as he talked. “Your primary objective is to infiltrate the island and rescue the hostages. Your secondary objective is to recover the optical drives, disable the power generator and the hydraulic lift to the basement levels, and demolish the superstructure. Both objectives must be completed.
“We’d love to have Estevam and Odin for questioning, but the mission comes first. I should also mention that the U.S. government does not officially support SIGRA or the Sierra Gordo government. We don’t want to get involved in their civil war and we’d rather no one have any evidence that we’ve been on San Carmo at all.”
Mad Dog clasped his hands behind his back, square jaw taking on a determined cast. “Your plane takes off in thirty minutes. You’ll be doing a HALO**** jump and then moving in by MB-24a IAB. We’re shipping along an experimental modular hydrofoil for your extraction – it should be fast enough to stay away from that patrol ship, but they say it’ll take a couple of hours to put the thing together. Make sure you plan for that.”
Major ‘Mad Dog’ Anderson nodded. “Alright Bravos. I’ve got to go brief your pilots. Gunny and the Lieutenant can answer any questions you’ve got. Then make sure you get into your wet suits and jump gear. All your equipment has already been loaded, but if want anything extra Gunny can go pick it up at the armory. I’ll see you on the runway.” With another nod he turned and strode out the door at a quick pace.
Sergeant Major Tyrell then stepped to the front of the room. “Okay people. Map data, specs on the station, and pictures and dossiers for the station personnel, Estevam, and Odin have all been loaded onto your BIS*****. Zeus is in overall command of this mission. You’ll need to rendezvous with your recon, code name Shadow Wolf, once you reach the island. Have ‘em fill you in on the current situation, then plan your course of action from there. The faster you can get in and out, the better, it looks like to me.
“Any questions?”
* Central Intelligence Agency
** Military Armaments Research Syndicate - an eastern European arms dealer
*** Sierra Gordo Revolutionary Army - a guerilla movement in the south american country of Sierra Gordo
**** High Altitude Low Opening - a dangerous parachuting technique designed to evade radar detection
***** Battlefield Information System - a combat hardened PDA, sometimes mounted in a rubberized guantlet
DM_Matt
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My net access was down for a couple days...
Harvey not only used to secrecy, but has gorwn to like it. CNN always has a way of making the US and people like him out to be the villains in any conflict, so operating under their radar was a little extra bit of f*ck you that made his job just slightly more enjoyable.
Harvey not only used to secrecy, but has gorwn to like it. CNN always has a way of making the US and people like him out to be the villains in any conflict, so operating under their radar was a little extra bit of f*ck you that made his job just slightly more enjoyable.
perivas
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Drew is the first to speak. "Sir, I would like a few clarifications. a dozen CIA personnel means exactly twelve operatives. Is that correct? Do we have also have updated pictures of these individuals for us to positively ID them? Lastly, I recognize that our "non-involvement" is important. So, what level of initiative are we allowed to undertake in terms of firing upon the SIGRA and MARS personnel, Sir?"
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garyh
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Silent Snake awaited the answers to his new best friend's questions. He knew only dumb men didn't have questions - and that dumb men ended up dead.
When Ben's questions were answered he asked his own. "What's the evac - sorry, Drew - what's the evac protocol should this experimental hydrofoil fail?"
When Ben's questions were answered he asked his own. "What's the evac - sorry, Drew - what's the evac protocol should this experimental hydrofoil fail?"
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Krizzel
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Carlsberg AFB...
"There's eleven hostages to be exact," Tyrell specified, "and yes, Evac, they've got pictures with their dossiers in your BIS. If you're not sure, just tie 'em up and sort 'em out when you get home. As far as non-involvement goes..."
The big dark-skinned Sergeant Major smirked and shrugged. "It'd be great if you could pull it all off without being seen or noticed at all, but we all know that ain't gonna happen. You can bet they won't hesitate to shoot you, and SIGRA's never been shy about executing Americans before. Just do what you gotta do and don't leave behind any physical evidence."
Satisfied with that, Tyrell nodded to Robert's raised arm.
Tyrell grinned. "In that case, Snake, make somethin' up. There hasn't been a whole lot of time for planning this op - another reason to be careful. That patrol ship doesn't need a whole lot of crew, and I think Snow Crane here could probably run it. Otherwise you can always use the rubber power-boat you're going in on, but in that case you better make sure the patrol ship ain't gonna be comin' after you.
"Once you get far enough out from the island the USS Delgado will surface and pick you up - rendezvous coordinates are already in your BIS. She'll also float up a radio buoy each night at local 0345 hours if you need to arrange something else. Or you can call the Major here on sat-phone. But it better be damn important in either case if you're going to break radio silence." Tyrell gave each of the soldiers a stern look, then cracked a slight smile.
"Anybody else, or are you boys ready to get wet 'n dirty?"
"There's eleven hostages to be exact," Tyrell specified, "and yes, Evac, they've got pictures with their dossiers in your BIS. If you're not sure, just tie 'em up and sort 'em out when you get home. As far as non-involvement goes..."
The big dark-skinned Sergeant Major smirked and shrugged. "It'd be great if you could pull it all off without being seen or noticed at all, but we all know that ain't gonna happen. You can bet they won't hesitate to shoot you, and SIGRA's never been shy about executing Americans before. Just do what you gotta do and don't leave behind any physical evidence."
Satisfied with that, Tyrell nodded to Robert's raised arm.
Tyrell grinned. "In that case, Snake, make somethin' up. There hasn't been a whole lot of time for planning this op - another reason to be careful. That patrol ship doesn't need a whole lot of crew, and I think Snow Crane here could probably run it. Otherwise you can always use the rubber power-boat you're going in on, but in that case you better make sure the patrol ship ain't gonna be comin' after you.
"Once you get far enough out from the island the USS Delgado will surface and pick you up - rendezvous coordinates are already in your BIS. She'll also float up a radio buoy each night at local 0345 hours if you need to arrange something else. Or you can call the Major here on sat-phone. But it better be damn important in either case if you're going to break radio silence." Tyrell gave each of the soldiers a stern look, then cracked a slight smile.
"Anybody else, or are you boys ready to get wet 'n dirty?"
Ashrem Bayle
Explorer
Wraith popped the cover closed on his guantlet.
"How well equiped are these mercenaries?"
"How well equiped are these mercenaries?"
Krizzel
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"Well they've got the money to pick up just about any small arms they could want, just like any other mecenary. 'Course when they're associated with MARS you never know what else might be up their sleeve." Sergeant Major Tyrell frowned. "Only stuff recon's seen so far is MP5s.
"As for SIGRA, most of the guerillas in that area are still using old Soviet and U.S. hardware. Of the ones we've gotten a look at on San Marcos, they all had either AK-47s or M16s. I wouldn't expect anything heavier than an M60."
Tyrell glanced down at his watch, then nodded. "Alright guys, we've gotta get you suited up. I almost wish I was goin' with ya," he added with a grin.
