[color=#FFFFFF]Of Terrorists and Territory (& Crumpets)
The rain beat downward on Constable Glassford as it often did on Planet New London. It also had an annoying habit of driving sideways, straight at his face and in some places where the surrounded buildings funnelled the wind correctly it curved up from underneath.
This strange climate had various effects on the residents of Bretonia’s capital planet; persons were either put into a perpetual state of stoicism where they just learned to accept the frustrating things thrown at them in life without complaint or they ended up being rather jolly in the face of it all, knowing that a good laugh can stave off the dreariness felt by being exposed to even the most annoying rain storm.
Quite which side of the spectrum Clinton Glassford resided was unknown. He was a fairly quiet member of the Bretonia Police Authority, loyal and discerning, but never outspoken enough to warrant a promotion. He was a hard man to figure emotionally, no one was quite sure what he was feeling at any time. This was part of the reason his girlfriend of six months had left him which in turn was the reason for his sojourn through the night darkened streets of the Megatropolis’ shopping district.
He wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling himself, but he felt like being alone. He turned away from the bright lights of the arcades and trudged down an alley, kicking aside the odd bit of litter hunched in his overcoat. The alley took him to a fenced area which ran behind the line of buildings, the razor wire had rusted and the mesh had been torn in places. He stepped through the gap in the boundary once built to prevent vandals and jumpers and onto the dirty gravel.
The patch of building free space was the foundation area for the above rail system which, at the time, was a gleaming piece of modern architecture and the government didn’t want its image being sullied by graffiti or suicidal members of the public climbing the pillars in order to throw themselves off. The clear space also made it easy to maintain the foundations (should they ever need that, building systems in that day and age had progressed to a stage where only an earthquake would damage the structure to the point where it needed repair).
Despite the absence of earthquakes over the last few decades (the planets tectonic plates being fairly stable) maintenance did indeed appear to be happening on the closest pillar to Glassford. He approached not caring much however, thinking he could follow this track for as long as he wanted.
This was not the case as his progress was interrupted by a member of the BPA.
“Stop right there citizen!” the man commanded.
Glassford halted and eyed him up, “What’s going on here?”
“Maintenance, it is unsafe for you to be here sir, please leave the area.”
“I haven’t seen you before,” Glassford said slowly “what station are you from?”
The officer seemed slightly thrown by the question, “Err, Pennington! But what business is it of yours? Anyway I told you to leave!”
Glassford mulled this over, there wasn’t a BPA station at Pennington as far as he knew, he was about to turn away when he noticed something quite curious about the uniform that the person standing in front of him was wearing.
The cuffs were the wrong colour.
“What exactly are you chaps working on there?” he called to the group of four engineers he could see huddled around the pillar.
He thought he caught something along the lines of ‘dispose of him?’ and ‘no we need more time to get this done, make him leave.’
The BPA Officer moved his hand to a holster, “Sir I need you to leave this area now.”
Clinton pulled back with his palms out to show he wasn’t going to argue.
“That’s fine with me.” He turned and began to walk away but spun back to ask the Officer a question.
“You BPA types must be enjoying the new vehicle legislation; it’ll cut right down the number of offences you have to deal with right?”
The ‘Officer’, replied “Uh yea, yea it’s great, finally a good thing to come out of the government!”
Glassford made his way back through the gap in the fence and into the alley. When he was sure he was far enough away he reached into his overcoat pocked and pulled out a communicator into which he tapped an authorization code.
He leaned against the concrete wall as the rain poured down over New London.
“This is Constable Glassford; I need backup near the Burlington Rail Bridge at once.”
New London CommChannel Status: OPEN
Incoming Transmission...
Priority: HIGH
From: NSY
To: All Comm Units
All available units are to converge to Sector E10 Ground Level. We have highly suspicious activity on the support pillar of the Burlington Rail bridge. Confirmed Impersonation of a police constable and a possible terrorist act. We have lone off duty constable on scene needing backup. THIS IS TAGGED HIGH PRIORITY! ALL UNITS ARE TO PROCEED IMMEDIATELY!
Hub Loudspeaker Channel: OPEN
Incoming Broadcast...
All Personnel we have a possible high risk situation on Planet. I repeat a HIGH RISK situation ON PLANET. All Personnel prepare to mobilize for high risk action. Please Keep your Comms tuned and listen for Announcements.
As a the thunder of the entire building erupting in activity broke the silence that had enveloped the Constables as the the loudspeaker blared its message, Superintendent Calvert groaned loud enough to be heard above the general scramble. He knew that the entire SFO (Special Firearms Officers) of the SRD was on the other side of the planet down in the Sub Ground levels. It meant that if something was about to happen, they were going to have to do it the old fashion way, Constables in the scruff of it with no chance of heavy armed and specially trained backup.
//This is Open to anyone in the BPA (except your SRD characters) + Those who are part of the planning of this.
Superintendent Benford Calvert (OBE)
Captain James Calvert of the Darrowby
Captain Libertas of the Hearts.Delight
Junior Constable Higgins was sipping his tea, while sitting in christy's when he heard the scramble order initiated. Higgins stood liked how he was trained. He calmly stood an proceed quickly to the squad vehicle, where he sat nervous and a bit anxious. Next to him sat three fellow officers, one with a rather bushy moustache the other, was a burly chap and the other was quite small.
Higgins sat looking out the window with, the steadily deteriorating weather conditions drumming against the windows. As the police deployment vehicle, lurched forward taking off from the hubs landing pad. The vehicle quickly sped across the main artery's of the city. The vehicle landed in a secluded area as not to spook the perpetrators. After the vehicle emptied it took off again presumably to pick up another squadron of police officers.
After quickly leaving the vehicle, Higgins followed the rest of the squad quickly to the area where, he stood with his back to the wall as not to be seen. All he saw was a high ranking officer talking to the off duty officer. He breathed silently while waiting for further orders.
Kiriko sat in the canteen on a table alone, she had a palmtop computer next to her inside of which was her AI "Cly" whom was sitting next to Kiriko's plate of food. She had wanted to try these "chips" for a while now, most of the other constables seemed to buy them everyday and it was one of the few items on the menu that never seemed to run out, Kiriko's eyes always widened in amazment at all the food they had in the canteen, most of it she had never heard of, nevermind tasted. The canteen population rapidly declined as an alarm was heard ringing calling for immediate response to the Burlington Rail bridge. Kiriko looked around as men and woman shovelled the last of their food into their mouths so they could assist in the alert.
Kiriko looked down at Cly on the table next to her food, she smiled and spoke joyfully
"Cly.. make sure you are connected to the police radios within the city around that area.. ok?"
Cly: ::Done, monitoring all policewave communication frequencies::
"arigato" *smiles*
Kiriko picked up her fork and poked a chip piercing it carefully and lifting it to her mouth, she took a small bite from it and began to juggle the food in her mouth as it was too hot, she waved her other hand around in despair while still trying to cool her mouth down, gradually she got her situation under control her eyes watered naturally due to the temparature.
"Hyaha.. these are nice.. Cly its too bad you cant try these... or well, maybe its not such a bad thing... you would get sick if you did eat one"
*Kiriko giggles at her table, seemingly alone, officers walking past wondering who she was, and who she was talking to, she would look up occasionally and catch people looking at her, her kusarian eyes would not make the situation any better, she would remember her rank and not look away even if it scared her, many that walked past couldnt beleive the rank she had and thought it must have been a joke by the higher ups.
Nathan White is the laughing stock of the criminal underworld in Liberty. Born in 788AS, there seemed to be something evil about him. Naturally he wanted to become an evil genius. Throughout his life he has devised plans, found the necessary resources and put his plans into motion. Only to watch them fail. Some of his notable failures include:
Rigging a ship full of passengers with over 200 barrels of explosives, only to find out it was a smuggling ship of one of his allies. They weren't very happy.
His henchmen made a mistake in their calenders, and showed up two weeks early to rob a bank. Instead of going back home and pretending it didn't happen, they attempted to rob the bank. They were no match for the large LPI force that was there that day, guarding over a transport bringing in money and gold.
Nathan had had enough. He'd suffered so much humiliation in Liberty, he needed to move on to a different area.
Bretonia.
After arriving on Planet New London, he began to gather a few henchmen, hopefully better than his previous ones. They pulled off a few small scale jobs together, and started to get noticed by both the BPA and various criminals in Bretonia. But Nathan was wanting to move on to bigger things, and finally his chance came.
Someone had contacted him with a job. Everything would be provided for him. It was simple, place charges on the Burlington Rail Bridge and get outta there. What could possibly go wrong?
Today, 30 mins before the operation starts.
"Right, lets go over the plan one last time," Nathan said to the 14 men around him. He turned to the three men in fake BPA uniforms. "You three are going to stand around each pillar, and make sure no one gets near them to see what we're doing. And remember to act convincing. All we need is for some off duty cop to see through you."
Nathan pointed at a picture of the site. "Each team has four people. Team one, you'll be on this pillar. Team two, this pillar, and team three, this pillar. Each team will be further broken down into pairs. One person from each pair will be doing the drilling and placing the charges etc, the other will help him with equipment. Once we're done, we'll walk outta there, split up and meet back at the safehouse and detonate. Got it? Good."
"Uhh, what happens if the police find out?", one of the henchmen asked.
"Well... if it hits the fan, we'll RV at this mall here," Nathan replied, pointing at a map.
"Make sure you each have a sidearm with you at all times. If needed, there are heavier weapons in these two bags."
"Any more questions?", he asked. "No? Lets go."
30 minutes later
Nathan looked up from his work to see the BPA 'Officer' and the civilian having a chat. He hoped the officer could convince him to leave.
"What exactly are you chaps working on over there?" the civilian called to them.
"Should we dispose of him?" one of his henchmen quietly asked.
"No, we need more time to get this done, make him leave," Nathan replied.
The man soon walked away.
Phew, glad that is over, Nathan thought. Hopefully we won't run into anymore trouble.
[10:10:28 AM] Josh (Dejavu): Bauer is legendary to the LPI, I joined because I wanted to be that epic.
The loudspeakers blared throughout the building and red lights flashed in their recessed wall sockets. Commander Lucy Silsbury moved with purpose from her office, a determined look in her eye. This was the kind of thing she lived for.
Trotting alongside her was her secretary, Chelsea Delacey, who was rushing through the projected readout emitted from her tablet answering the questions put to her by Lucy.
Number of hostiles?
We think about ten to twenty
Number of available units outside of The Hub?
There are twelve units on ground patrol at the moment.
Inside The Hub?
Forty three Constables, a Sergeant, Nine inspectors and one Superintendant, everyones gone home Maam!
Lucy Nodded Good thing we chose to work late, Im assuming Calvert is still here?
Yes Maam, hes doing paperwork I believe.
The Commander tapped the lift panel at the end of the corridor, I want thirty Constables mobilized immediately, I want an Inspector in a Hussar at each of the compass points acting as surveillance and contact the Land Transport Agency, get them to shut that bridge down to traffic. The current units on patrol are to cordon off the area, I will go and oversee the operation and the Sergeant can lead the remaining 24 officers in to diffuse the situation.
Chelsea looked a little pained, Maam, the Sergeant is Miss Hidamari...
Silsbury herself looked pained, the childlike Officer was quite sickly at the moment and didnt possess the experience to control a combat situation.
Ok, she can stay here; Savins and McArthur are present so they can lead the main group.
The lift door hissed open revealing one Superintendant Benford Calvert standing in the cylinder.
Where are you going Sir? Silsbury asked genuinely surprised.
Well I'm coming with you" Calvert growled before stalking forward, "You don't think I was going to sit here at twiddle my thumbs do you?
Sir, I would prefer it if someone of high rank remained here to look after the organization as a whole.
"Fine Fine, I'll coordinate from back here, if you need even the tiniest backup, call for me!"
Silsbury pointed towards her Office, the first section of which was a control room, not particularly large but suitably impressive. The roughly spherical room was empty of all but a circular metal holodesk with a glass top allowing a view into the inner machinery. Calvert swept his hand over the panel and activated the holographic interface. He then proceeded to pick the security camera feeds he required and built a system to aid the procedure.
Silsbury descended in the elevator to the armoury room while Chelsea listed the Commanders instructions through the loudspeaker system and informing the mobile units to spread into a perimeter lockdown of the area.
The door hissed open revealing eight inspectors sorting weaponry and armour out for themselves, also filling trolleys with riot shields and bags with standard PPG pistols and caps for the Constables benefit.
Silsbury spotted Inspectors Adam Savins and McArthur who were grabbing ammo cap pockets from a rack in the large room.
She approached and Savins turned and smiled Greetings Maam! through a mouthful of crumpet.
Listen up everyone! Silsbury addressed the room.
Our recon group believe that the subjects are planting explosives on the Burlington rail-bridge foundations, we predict that if it blows the bridge will fall on the East market hub.
There was an intake of breath, Bretonias market hubs thronged with thousands of people at all hours of the day.
Savins, you and McArthur will take the team of 30 constables, split into three groups and take each pillar; Wurtz, Speights, Stirling and Bishop, you will place yourself at the four points of the compass in the perimeter. The four Inspectors in question accepted this happily, You will be in your Hussars, inform and control the ring of Constables we currently have on scene, make sure that no subjects escape. Silsbury Continued.
Lucy turned to the remaining Inspectors And the rest of you ca- she was cut off by Chelsea.
Maam, the LTA have had their control systems hacked, they cant shut down the bridge remotely, theyll need to get teams to switch the rails over.
Silsbury swore, Alright; Rogers, Lindsay, it looks like you will get some action tonight. She spoke to the two remaining Inspectors.
You both will break into two teams, take three Constables each from Savins and McArthurs group, get onto the bridge and break the transport circuits on each end, should be fairly easy, look for the big yellow box trackside. Alright! Move out!
The Inspectors made for the door with their defined purposes and weaponry, Lucy put her hand out to stop Savins and McArthur.
You two werent thinking of leading assault teams in your standard uniform with handguns were you?
The two men looked a little confused but followed their Commander into the Special Firearms Officer section of the rack filled room. There they took a Carbine each from the depleted rack (all the SFOs being on various jobs in the far reaches of the Megatropolis) and then selected the correctly fitting body armour, helmets and ammunition belts complete with a few stun, flash and thermal fragmentation grenades.
Silsbury donned her SRD body armour, Time to get this thing scuffed... she thought with grim satisfaction, grabbing her helmet, gloves and ammo belt before making her way to the back of the room where lay a range of different weapons. She quickly sorted through the different guns until she settled on a multifunction rifle. With her arsenal (and the arsenal of the rest of the active BPA) complete she raced to the elevator where McArthur and Savins were awaiting her.
The elevator took them to the transport floor where they joined the Inspectors in the landing pad destined shuttle. The Constables who hadnt taken staff transports sat nervously in the benches fidgeting with the extra caps they had been given for their sidearms.
A nervous silence filled the compartment; this was something completely new and tangibly dangerous for a group of Officers who usually had the comfort of tasking the SFO experts to a situation such as this.
Having arrived at the destination everyone sprang into action. Lights and equipment activated, the four Inspectors on surveillance prepped their Hussars and took off while the rest of the police boarded the stripped down gunships which soon were being propelled by their noisy turbine engines towards the destination.
Silsbury tapped the communication button on her helmet with a gloved finger.
Calvert, were moving in.
Roger that, I can see everything from here. The voice crackled through the speaker near her ear.
Back in the control room Superintendant Calvert leaned on the circular desk watching as three wireframe ships sped across a holographic city skyline.
I would suggest for pillar one you land at the intersections of Holy and Lake Roads, Pillar two drop zone should be the small park area off Clint Drive and for pillar three theres an empty parking lot half a click to the West, behind the flight training building. He said pulling the camera feeds of the landing zones toward him.
Understood. Came the reply.
Calvert was quietly confident, having seen Silsbury organise combat situations before, she was most effective but often took things into her own hands even if there were conflicting orders from a superior. Her promotion to Commander fixed the problem most of the time and gave her more clout against the BAF and MI5 (although the secret agents still tried to upset things).
The gunships turbines swivelled as the open sided ships dropped down onto their landing zones and the personnel onboard disembarked. Silsbury made a quick check that everyone was in position and then led team one into position. She found the Constable who made the call and exchanged information.
Inspector Rogers stood nearby waiting to fulfil his bridge securing mission. There were four Constables standing nearby who had arrived by staff car.
You three, you go back to the gunship with Inspector Rogers here and secure the bridge. A similar process was no doubt happening at Pillar three.
She turned to the remaining Constable, Your name?
Junior Constable Higgins Maam! he saluted.
Silsbury nodded, Ok youre with me, grab a riot shield from our baggage man at the back.
A rotund jovial chap staggered forward and Higgins took the proffered protection.
Savins, McArthur, are you in position?
Roger Maam! Huzzah!
Copy that Commander, ready to move in.
Silsbury briefed the team quickly. Alright, approach in a curve so we can funnel them towards the strong point of the perimeter, due east; keep your shields in position, your heads down and your PPGs at the ready.
The Commander bit her lower lip.
She pushed the button on her helmet comms.
Resistance was futile as the few remaining 'soldiers' that fought so hard in their own passive way were cut down by the ever-looming maw. Their soft, defenseless 'shell' were no match for the continuous mashing that they are being put through. A searing blaze of invisible heat scorched through their very beings, their insides turning to a brown crisp. A deafening bang is heard and an unforgiving gale begins to chill the very core of their beings. The maw opened to give these fallen ones their sweet release from their torture and their silent pleas were unanswered.
Inspector Adam Savins happily crunched on his crumpet before he heard Commander Silsbury on his headset for a position report. He quickly responded, and went back to his snack, taking a cursory glance at the small dots that indicated the constables moving this way and that, pausing at some points.
"Constable Hansen, do not worry good sah, as I'll be continuously monitoring whatever in the bloody depths is happening down there." the Inspector said off-handedly, staring at the other crumpet.
"Ah good to hear, Inspector. We are given the authorization to move in, correct?" came the reply.
"Hmm? Yes.. yes.. your group along with Constable Roberts are to head in at once." Adam said, distracted as curiously picked a piece of hair off his snack. "Use whatever force is necessary and.. oh you've got to be kiddi----"
"Sir? Everything alright?" Hansen inquired.
"No Constable, everything is not alright. I dropped my snack, its all over the floor and controls, and its bloody well making a mess, the crumbs are in the microphone and I haven't eaten it. You're cleared to go. Commander Silsbury made the order and the scanners are clear! Now unless there is anything else, -please- feel free to radio to this frequency, or better yet.. I'll radio you.. its free you see Ha ha! Now if I don't see these dots moving within the next few seconds, the next crumpet I find, I won't be eating it.. no.. perhaps a better place for it yes? How about to a crevice of your being that is so seldom seen, that I seriously doubt even the damned nine hells themselves wouldn't go near it? MOVE Constable!" snapped Adam.
Down with the ground team, Constable Hansen and the rest of his team were desperately trying to find some cover from the unrelenting rain. Putting the comm device close to his ear, he was straining to hear his superior's orders as a constant squeal was interrupting the comms.
"Understood sir. We're moving in as per ordered." he simply replied and with several hand signals, moved his team out.
Adam kept the Hussar hovering as best he could as the constant rain and sudden gusts of wind made it difficult to steady the ship. A small, insignificant worry began to creep in the Inspector's mind as he could not see his ground team through visuals and had to rely on his scanners. Pushing the thought away, Savins regained his composure as his units began moving in. Zooming in at other locations, he saw Inspector McArthur's men also snaking their way to the target area.
"Everything will be alright Jeeves. I'll get another crumpet when this is all over and well... you'll be staying here." Adam said, looking beside his control panel, to his inert companion.
The pitter patter of the rain hitting the ship's blast shield was all that answered him.
"You're usually wrong anyways. Besides.. watching these dots go around is fun."
Two gunships took off again from their positions at Pillars 1 and 3 drop zones each carrying four persons.
Constable Walden the burly man who had been in the staff car with Junior Constable Higgins held onto the railings and stood at the edge of the gunships compartment looking out over the buildings they were ascending next to.
So all we gotta do is flick a switch in a box? Sounds like a job for one man not four! he spoke into the headset he had put on as he entered.
Youre not just up here to flick a switch Constable, Inspector Rogers said as he made a rough landing on the bridge where it joined a larger highway, Disembark and take a rifle each from the back.
The three Officers looked confused as they couldnt see anything immediately until the smallest of the group opened a sliding compartment at the back. They were presented with a rack of antique looking firearms.
Damn, a genuine slug frowah! Never fought Id use one of these... Walden muttered as he cradled the old weapon in his arms.
You sure these things work inspector? I mean these must be older than the gunship! his moustached compatriot asked their leader as he stepped through from the cockpit.
Rogers nodded, the stripped down vessel had been purchased over two decades ago from a mortgagee sale where it had seen service as a wealthy businessmans game hunting platform. In traditional style however hunters used charged powder guns, no one within the BPA had any reason to remove the classic weaponry from their housing.
Theyll work, Charge Powder doesnt sour in protected conditions such as that. The Inspector assured him, Besides, should you need to use it, a bullet is faster that a bolt from this distance.
The four men disembarked and made their way across the maglev tracks to the switchbox which could be seen on the bridge wall. The moustached man tried to open the lid of the corroding yellow compartment but couldnt. Locked! he exclaimed.
Stand back! Rogers pulled out his Plasma pistol and unloaded half a cap into the lock which melted away in streams of molten steel.
The Inspector opened the cage and pulled the large lever down upon which the softly glowing rails dimmed and were retracted from the merge points on the highway with a horrendous metallic grown.
Rogers stood back and activated his communicator.
This is Bridge team one to Bridge Team two, disconnection complete.
There was a pause, then a vibration and the rails glow went out completely.
Bridge Team two, mission complete, Inspector Lindsays voice came through.
Were moving to sniping positions, over. She said.
Copy that, doing the same here, over. Rogers replied. He changed channels, Superintendant Calvert sir! Where would be the best place for us to put the snipers?
Back in The Hub Benford Calverts fingers manipulated a 3D map, never pausing, always moving. North east of your current position there is a block of flats, get up onto the top balcony of that and you have coverage of two of the support pillars.
Copy that Sir. The voice came from speakers recessed in the room making a surround sound system, no one knew if it would ever come in use for anything apart from movies but it was fairly entertaining being able to know which way Rogers was facing going off the distant market hub sounds.
The gunships took off leaving the bridge shut down, Silsbury was informed. This meant that no traffic could be on the bridge if it fell, but if it fell it would be doing a lot more damage on the market anyway.
The two ships touched down in their positions and the snipers took their positions.
Walden tensed, things down at ground level were not looking fantastic through his scope...
The only thing visible from under the Marauder heavy fighter was one of Jason Sykes' size 12 combat boots, and a small plasma torch, glowing red in the aftermath of its latest use. Sykes was just reaching across to pick up the torch again when his communicator started blaring. " All available units are to converge to Sector E10 Ground Level. We have highly suspicious activity on the support pillar of the Burlington Rail bridge. Confirmed Impersonation of a police constable and a possible terrorist act..... "
The boot shot out from underneath the fighter, followed by its twin, then a pair of legs clad in police issue trousers, a torso suspended on a frictionless mag-trolley, and finally Sykes' head, still with a polarised mask over his eyes. As he made to stand, the rear access hatch on the Marauder clanked open on it's rusty hinge and rapped Jason sharply on the top of the head. "Useless blimmin piece of-" "Sykes! Are you there?" He stopped his rant as he recognized Commander Silsbury's voice over his communicator.
"Roger Commander. Chaps causing trouble out there?"
"There should be another broadcast soon. That new armour is good for outside the ship too, Sykes, so get tooled up and get out here"
"On my way, Commander" He shut his communicator off and walked over to his tool bench.
On the top of Sykes' pile of tools was a heavy briefcase with "BPA SRD Package: Sgt. JASON SYKES" stencilled on top. He lifted it, surprised again by its weight, and flicked the clasps open with both thumbs. Inside was a set of armour, grey and white, semi-rigid fabric, and sized to fit a heavywieght boxer's physique. He slid the first layer of bullet, heat, explosion-and-generally-everything-else resistant material over his chest and stomach, then the full body black fire suit, the second heavy, rigid grey vest and finally the solid shoulder, knee and calf protectors. He picked up his plasma pistol and walked to the east wall of the BPA lock up he was using as a garage. He pulled back a slab of insulation and stared into his weapon rack, deliberating quietly with himself.
Eventually, Sykes chose an almost-legal, rail accelerated hollow bearing machine gun. It was the size and weight of a PPG, but fired hollow aluminite ball bearings from its large box magazine as fast as gravity could feed them into the barrel, which amounted to several thousand per minute. At any large range, the bearings would fall harmlessly to the ground, but at 200 feet or less, they would bounce, mushroom and shatter on anything solid they came into contact with, creating a literal storm of flying metal which shredded anything soft in its way. Cheap, serviceable and deadly, a mercenary's best friend, Sykes had found the weapon in a smuggler's hold when he was arrested less than a month ago. Feeling he had wasted enough time, Sykes walked to his transporter and set off for the nearest collection point.
Sergeant Jason Sykes touched down in sector E10 and was off his transport before the pilot slowed the engines. Immediatly he took in the surroundings;
Conditions: heavy rain. vision obscured.
Battlefield: Civilian area, plenty of cover and escape routes.
Allies: Lightly armed and armoured. Medium training, some specialists.
Enemy: Medium to high training, unconfirmed weaponry, though heavy arms unlikely and heavy armour impossible.
Chance of success: 50/50 at a guess.
Though his soldier's intuition told him they could easily be outgunned by the terrorists, failure would mean hundreds, if not thousands of civilian casualties. Failure was not an option. He scanned the rooftops from left to right, and caught a glimpse of lens flare on the third building.
"Command, this is Sergeant Sykes. Confirm friendly squad on a tall apartment building nor-east of the support pillars, over?"
"Sergeant Sykes, we confirm a sniper team on a dark apartment building at said position, over"
"Roger command. Over and out"
The aged "over and out" sign off was hardly necessary on the modern radio equipment, but Sykes had honed his battlefield instinct listening to the radio chatter on ancient machines, and the familiar phrase kept him relaxed, and therefore focused, and therefore alive. Jason told himself that if you wanted more than dumb luck getting you home for tea, you had to remain professional. He was rarely wrong about these things.
Sykes hoisted his automatic light railgun off the transport, clipped on his utility belt and filled the webbing pouches with smoke and tear gas grenades, as well as a few frags, just in case. He set off at a slow jog towards Commander Silsbury and the line of riot shields advancing on the enemy position. The weight of the ball bearing ammunition for his gun made anything faster impossible, despite the back bracing and feedback systems incorporated into his SRD armour.
"Commander Silsbury, this is Sergeant Sykes. I am on my way with a close quarters machine gun. Relay further orders, over" Sykes waited for a response while he ran.
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