Personally, I think the title is a bit bland, but nothing else came to mind. This is just an idea I've had running through my head for the past couple days. I pretty much have the whole thing figured and the way things are looking, this should be about 6-8 Chapters. I don't own the Gundam Franchise and all that Jazz =P
"Ten Minutes!" Hearing the words of the Black Hawk Crew Chief, Kira slapped a 30-round magazine into his M4 carbine and pulled back on the charging handle, chambering a round with a satisfying click. Looking down at his weapon, Kira's eyes snapped back outside the cabin window into the dark night. Buildings, which illuminated the overcast moonless sky, zoomed passed the window as the Black Hawk traveled low and fast across the Middle Eastern city.
With the exception of the whirling blades and roar of the Black Hawk's engines, silence filled the red-light lit cabin. The rest of the six-man Special Forces Squad were focused, triple checking their equipment as the helicopter neared the objective. Kira looked away at the window, his eyes wandering around the dim cabin. His eyes slowed, stopping over the blond-haired, tan-skinned support gunner. Dearka, the Squads weapons expert, fed a belt of ammunition from his drum magazine into his M249 SAW.
Kira's eyes shifted over to the man next to him. The long, silver haired grenadier was fixated on his weapon. Detecting his gaze, Yzak cranked his neck, looking towards Kira, and glared at him. Kira didn't react to the glare, but he was intrigued at the distinct long scar that sat between the grenadier's eyes. Yzak gave a cocky smile before focusing back onto his weapon. He popped a 40mm grenade into the M203 grenade launcher that sat under the hand guard of his M16A4. Slamming the breach of the M203 shut, the explosives guru cradled his weapon and shot a glare at Nicol, who sat across from him.
"You better not choke out there Amalfi!" Yzak shouted with a smug look, his words distorted against the roar of the Black Hawk. Kira's eyes shifted towards the green haired youth that sat to the left of him. Nicol rolled his eyes at Yzak's remarks and focused back on checking his signal with HQ on his man-pack, a portable radio carried in his assault pack. Often the receiving end of Yzak's negative comments and the focus of the squad's jokes, the young communications expert was never questioned when it came towards his expertise.
Glaring at Yzak, Athrun stood up towards his teammate's defense. "Lay off him Joule." Shaking his head, he slid the bolt home into his M24 sniper rifle, emphasizing his words. Nicol looked towards the purple-haired scout and nodded giving his thanks. Yzak chuckled at Athrun's response and leaned back against his seat.
"If you kids are done bickering, I'm gonna go ahead and brief you on the situation." The squad's attention focused in on the blond-haired Commanding Officer, Mwu La Flaga. Leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, Mwu got comfortable and began his brief. "One hour ago, Seigel Clyne, the Ambassador to the region's, convoy was hit in a well-coordinated and well executed attack by insurgent forces while enroute to Camp Freedom from Onogoro International airport. Said forces hit the convoy using vehicle-borne IED's and small arms fire. The security element escorting the Ambassador took heavy losses, but managed to secure and exfiltrate the Ambassador from the combat zone…"
"If Clyne's okay, then what the hell is the point of sending us over there Sir?" Yzak shouted, cutting off the commander. Dearka nudged Yzak sharply with his elbow, prompting Yzak to apologize in a tone lighter than his previous outburst. "My apologies Sir…"
Clearing his throat, Mwu continued his brief. "As I was saying, though Ambassador Clyne was secured and evacuated, his daughter wasn't so lucky. Insurgent forces captured her before the security element could rescue her. Satellite and thermal images have been tracking their getaway since the attack and current intel indicates that she's smack dab in the middle of hostile territory. Does that answer you question Joule?" Yzak scoffed at the Commander's remark, making Mwu chuckle in return. "With that said, Intel says they stopped moving and have been stationary for the last thirty-mikes, so it's imperative we secure our mark before enemy forces relocate or decide to execute her."
Giving a few seconds for the squad to soak in the information, Mwu dug into his trousers and pulled out a map from one of the cargo pouches. Laying it out on the floor of the cabin, he took out black marker then continued. "The insurgent forces took refuge in abandoned three story apartment complex along Astray Rd… here." Mwu circled the hotel on the map, then drew an X an inch away from the Circle. "This is our insertion point, two-klicks south-southeast of the objective. We have a narrow time frame on this, so we need to beat feet and haul ass to the objective."
Usually informal and relaxed with his brief, Mwu's tone turned serious. His eyes locked onto the eyes of his squad. "Stay alert though, intel indicates we're looking at a squad to platoon sized element, not to mention we're smack dab in the middle of no-mans land with limited support." Mwu locked eyes with Kira's before he shot him a smile and focusing back on the map. "Once we breach the complex, we need to clear it out and locate our principle within 5 mikes or we're condemning Ms. Clyne to her death. Total time on the ground from insertion to extraction should be no more than thirty-minutes… back in time for dinner."
"Do we have a picture of the principle Sir?" Kira asked, his tone reflecting his hesitation. Mwu reached into his tactical vest pocket and pulled out a picture. He handed it to Kira, who in turn studied the image. The picture looked like it was taken at a park during the Spring time. The girl in the photo was young, possibly in her late teens. She wore a bright blue strapless sundress that was accented with a white vest. Her dress flowed around her, dancing in the breeze when the picture was taken. Her pink bangs hovered over her sky blue eyes, the rest of her pink locks flowing behind her. Her smile beamed, as if enticing him, easing the tense feeling in his stomach. 'She's… beautiful' Kira thought as he gawked at the picture.
"Hey Newbie, quit hoggin' the action!" Kira snapped out of his trance when the picture was violently snatched out of his hands by Dearka. "Hey, Hey! What do we have here?" Dearka let out a whistle as the rest of the Squad crowded over his shoulder. "Now this is someone I don't mind risking my ass over!"
"I agree with you Elsman, She's very pretty." Nicol added. Slightly annoyed at the lapse in professionalism displayed by his subordinates, Mwu let out of cough before snatching the picture back.
"Anyway, The principle's name is Lacus Clyne. Yamato…" Kira perked up and looked at the Commander with determination. "Once we secure Ms. Clyne, you're gonna be her shadow." Kira digested the information and nodded in response. 'Shadowing her means I have to stay within close proximity of her… never leaving her side.' Kira blushed at the thought, but maintained his military bearing. " As the Squad Medical Specialist, you need to ensure her well-being and overall safety. On top of that, you're brand spanking new to the Unit, which means you're the most inexperienced. In fact, this is your first Op with this Squad..." Kira nodded as the Commander winked and shot Kira a smile. "Hate to say it kid, but you're playing babysitter on this Op."
"You make that sound like a bad thing Sir!" Dearka glared at Kira and smirked. "Damn it Yamato, last time we had a rescue Op, I had to shadow some smelly, ugly ass dude, and here you are. Mr. Newbie himself, getting to play hero for the damsel in distress." Kira chuckled as the environment in the cabin lightened.
That relief in tension was short lived however as the Crew Chief's voice filled the cabin. "One Minute!" The Squad put there game faces on, donning on their gear and securing their equipment. Kira slipped in his earpiece, then threw on his baklava, masking his face from the elements. His Kevlar helmet followed soon after, while the rest of the Squad mimicked his actions.
Mwu spoke into his throat mic to test the Squad's commo. "Radio Check…" The Squad in unison threw up a thumbs up as he donned his baklava and helmet. Picking up his M4 carbine, Mwu slammed a magazine into the weapon, then racked the charging handle home with a distinct clink. "well then kids, let's do what we do best..." In unison, the Squad sounded off with their Squad Motto, grins behind their masks… "Make the Impossible, Possible! Hooah!"
A/N - I tried to keep the Army Jargon to an absolute minimum. If I didn't, this story would be filled with Acronyms and lingo that most of you wouldn't understand. XD