Captain Jennifer Ramirez
Behind GLA Lines
13:00 Hours

The 5 man squad slowly panned out and cautiously stepped through the rocky terrain. They were here on a recon mission. A Fuel Air Bomb was to be dropped at the GLA base near here in a few hours. But first, Ramirez and her team had to make sure there were no anti air emplacements on site first though. The team demolitionist, a whiny ass hole from Brooklyn, New york named Shujumi, swore out loud. "Dammit boss, when are we gonna' take a break, I'm sick of dragging my ass across these rocks!" the team sniper, a tall thin man by the name of Raj replied exasperated, "Don't you ever get tired of bitchin' Shujumi?" Shujumi spat onto the ground and replied, "Don't you fucks ever get tired of ball bustin' recon duty?" Raj shrugged. "Can it you two, focus on the mission." Jennifer snapped. Why did she have to get that whiny little shit? The SAW gunner, a burly Cajun from N'orleans held up a hand. "We're here." He reported. The others scurried up to peer down over the small ledge at the GLA base. The Grenadier, a kid from New Jersey with an annoying accent and nasal voice cussed. His name was Diego. "Big frickin' place cap." He commented. Jennifer nodded and clicked the radio headset, brushing a long lock of blonde hair of her ear as she did so. "Command, this is Fox Actual. We have visual on the GLA Base, they don't seem to have any anti air batteries. Permission to take a closer look?" there was a pause, a hiss of static, and then the voice of their commander, Colonel Lynch came on. "Affirmative Fox, get visual confirmation of the all clear then get the hell out." Jennifer confirmed the order was received and the team slowly climbed down the ledge and rocky slope. Once on the ground they carefully swept left and right, slowly sneaking towards the base. Jennifer drew a large Ka-Bar knife and snuck up to the lone guard at the rear. She clasped a hand over his mouth and slit his throat open. She watched the body crumple to the ground and motioned for the others to follow her. They rounded a corner a paused. A large group of Radar Vans and Quad Cannons. Shujumi swore quietly, "want me to blast 'em cap?" Ramirez nodded and motioned for sniper cover. She and Shujumi quickly began affixing C-4 charges to the batteries. Shujumi set the timers for 30 minutes and motioned for the team to go. There was quiet hiss as Raj fired his silenced M-14, striking a terrorist in the face. Jennifer nodded a thank you as the team turned to leave. "Hang on, I saw an ammo dump over there. I'll be right back." Shujumi said. "Shujumi get back here!" ordered Jennifer; he was already half way there. "Dammit. Raj, give us covering fire." Jennifer and Diego took off after him. They caught up to him as he was setting the timer on the charges. "Fuck Shujumi! You're gonna get us killed!" complained Diego. He shrugged wordlessly. "Whatever, let's get the fuck out of dodge!" Jennifer said. "Hooah boss." Shujumi replied. The team turned to leave but there was a sudden loud shrill whine. The alarm going off. There was a loud crack and Diego flew onto the ground. "SNIPERS!" Ramirez dragged him behind a concrete wall. "Raj! Covering fire!" there were several hisses and a sniper on a nearby rooftop collapsed. The SAW began to roar as the Cajun gunner, bill, opened fire. An RPG slammed into the ground nearby and threw Shujumi into the air, disappearing in a cloud of dust. A dozen or so gunmen came charging toward the team's surviving members. Jennifer raised her M-16 and fired at the gunmen, dropping three. There was a loud THUNK and an M203 grenade landed in the crowd. They wouldn't last long like this…..