Prologue
A Blue Sky studios documentary
Made with the Heatstroke 3 engine
Clawhammer games presents:
Birds vs Smugglers
(Remastered version)
****** Camp leatherneck, Afghanistan, noon ******
It was one of those days in the base... One of those days that the sun scorched the earth, blistering your skin when you go outside. It wasn't much better inside today either, the air conditioning system had broken down again, leaving the seven men of my team exhausted and sweating. I sat on my bunk, and cleaned my M4. In a few minutes, I would fly to Rio on my next mission, and the heat wasn't helping leave to leave me a good impression of this place. Well, it's not like I want to like this place anyway. The doorknob turned and a soldier walked inside our room.
"Sierra, get your team, the plane's here."
****** Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, 1630 hours ******
Rio was beautiful, especially from the air, I saw the many tourist attractions like sugarloaf mountain, the Christ the redeemer statue, and the beaches. According to Overlord, we were here to protect two birds, spix's macaws to be exact, poachers could be everywhere, so the beautiful scenery would cause a distraction. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves while we're here.
"Sierra, this is Overlord, the first thing you should do is to lay low, don't expose yourself or your team until the birds are in danger, good luck." Overlord's voice rang through my cross- comms.
The cross- comms is a system inside our goggles that are used like radios, minimaps, night vision, Geiger meters, and anything else that a soldier needs to see.
"Got it, we'll have a man watching at all times."
"Okay, and get familiar with the terrain, it'll help when you get into a firefight."
"Understood."
"Hey, cap'n, you think we'll have time to go to the beach?" Weston asked.
"Depends."
"On what?"
"Well, if we have to follow the birds to the beach."
"Right. Are you sure this is a job for us? Because isn't it overkill to have us protecting the birds, isn't the army enough?"
"The army would get creamed, or at the least, the birds do, either by poachers, or by friendly fire." Bell said in his usual English accent.
Cpt. Nate Weston was previously a navy seal, he served in Iraq and joined my team in Afghanistan. He's my second in command and is the heavy weapons of our group (also the second most cocky), with the ability to pin down ten soldiers at a time with Sgt. Johnson. Cpt. Alistair Bell, with Sgt Wilson and Sgt. Jones are our snipers, I can remember them saving everyone's ass at least once. And then there's Doc, he never told us his real name, but he's an awesome medic, he doesn't fight as well as the others, but he keeps us alive. I'm Sierra, I am thirteen years old and I am the captain in command of team Sierra, fast, deadly, and undetected.