Chapter 4: "Bloody Hell Mate!!!"
---March 2, 2011/London, UK/SAS Headquarters---
US Navy SEAL Commander Jacob Parson sat down inside the lounge in the officer's quarters and waited. Commander Parson was the kind of Navy SEAL that hardcore Navy SEALs wanted to be. Decisive and always alert, but calm and steady. Parson had been in the SEALs for nearly 25 years and was probably going to stay in for life. Parson had also mentored and trained many newcomers for being a Navy SEAL, including Lieutenant JG Newiger. He was also well connected and had friends both inside and outside the US government. He was now waiting to meet with one of those outside friends.
The door opened and in stepped Major Fredrick McNeilly, a veteran SAS commando. "Ah…who invited the Yank?"
"You did if I remember correctly ol' friend." Parson stood up and smiled.
"Wonderful to see you again mate." McNeilly put his hand out and shook hands with Parson. "Come on, I know why you're here. So let's not waste any time. Follow me to the intel room."
The two of them walked through the rather busy hallways of SAS headquarters. A bunch of intelligence think tanks and military specialists running everywhere kept the two them rather constricted as they made their way to the intel room.
Even so, the two of them still had a conversation.
"So Fred, how's the weather been in London?"
"Lovely, how about Tampa? I hear it's been rather stormy in Florida."
"Just some minor showers here and there. How's the old lady?"
McNeilly laughed, "Ha! Cranky as ever, how's your wife?"
"Not too bad to say the least."
"How about your friend Newiger? I bet he's rather pissed."
"Well, despite his claims…Congress in all their greater wisdom denies any claims that the Soviets attacked Kilmar Airbase. Anything to avoid open war with the Soviets…so yeah, Newiger is pissed. I hooked him up though and he's been put back stateside and he's been put on leave…officially."
"And what about unofficially?" McNeilly said as motioned for the two of them step inside the more private intel room.
"Unoffically he, myself, and several others have been trying to gather evidence to prove that the Soviets were the attackers. We feel that the Soviets are planning for a much bigger event. We've got to expose them and go to war before they can deliver their first major strike."
"You don't buy the Soviet's story about rouge factions acquiring Dimensional Resinators?"
"No…Do you?"
"Ah, bloody hell! Of course not. Why do you think I'm working so hard to help you and your boys out? You've helped me several times in the past."
"Good, I knew you weren't that stupid." Parson joked.
"Right…here, take a look." McNeilly sat down at a computer and began typing. Soon, a world map came up. The map was green wire against a black background and deep blue grid. Highlighted in red was Soviet military activity, deep green meant Allied Coalition military activity. "Here's the estimated positions of all of Earth's military assets, both good guy and bad guy." McNeilly then typed in a command and the format of the map changed. Green haze all over the map, indicating radio communication activity. "Now about a week ago, one of our informants stationed in Russia intercepted a transmission regarding a special shipment bound for Cuba."
Parson raised an eyebrow, "Any idea what the shipment is?"
"Nope."
"Then that's our trump card. Thanks." Parson started to make his way out.
"Hold on their mate. Myself and my boys are coming with you. You aren't the only ones who want a piece of those bastards."
"Alright then Fred. Get a team of your best SAS commandos ready. You'll join me and the other SEALs later on. I'll contact you when we're ready."
"Don't keep us waiting chap."
"No way in hell. Thanks."
---March 3, 2011/Atlantic Ocean, 120 miles away from the East Coast of the US/USS Terrier, Iwo Jima Class Amphibious Assault Ship
It was dark and stormy among the high seas. Thunder and lightning rocked the night as the USS Terrier held her position. Rain covered her top decks and helipads.
On the central helipad stood sixteen men, eight of them US Navy SEALs and eight British SAS. Among them are Commander Parson, Major McNeilly, Lieutenant JG Newiger, and Ensign Rodemeyer.
"Ah, you are Lieutenant Newiger?" McNeilly extended his hand out.
"Yeah, that's me." Newiger extended his own hand and shook.
"Name's McNeilly. Major McNeilly, British SAS. Commander Parson and I go back a long way. He's told me a lot about you. I look forward to working with you mate."
"Like wise. Parson told me about you."
"He told me what happened to you and your friend Rodemeyer in Iraq. Rough bit of business there."
"Well it's never fun to have a devil looking monster chase you across the desert while throwing fireballs at you."
McNeilly laughed, "Well it can't be much worse than standing out in the rain like this for hours on end."
"Ha! I hope this wasn't all for nothing."
Parson put down the radio and stepped up, "Alright, we take off in 15 minutes. Get your stuff ready. Newiger! A word with you for a moment."
"Yes sir." Newiger walked towards Parson, "What is it sir?"
"Well, it's about your friend that you recommended to bring with."
"What? Rodemeyer?"
"No, your other friend…Robles."
With that, they both look over and Petty Officer 2nd Class Robles arguing with one of the SAS soldiers…no…an SAS Officer. "Look man! Get the fuck out of my face! I know how load up my weapon so quit fucking treating like I don't know what I'm doing or I'll fucking pound your queer British ass!"
"Are you bloody stupid!? Don't you know you're talking to an officer?" The SAS commando was becoming angry with Robles.
Commander Parson then gave Newiger a concerned look.
Newiger laughed a little, "Yeah, what about him?"
"He has no respect for officers, his mannerisms are appalling, and shit flies out of his mouth faster than shit comes out of the asshole of a frightened weasel with diarrhea."
Newiger responded rather quickly, "Yeah, just imagine the terror he'll cause for the enemy."
"Lieutenant…Newiger, look…just keep him in line alright. He never even completed SEAL training…"
"Yeah, but that's because they wouldn't let him because some jackass officer shoved him over during one of their drills and he got pissed and punched him square in the jaw."
"Alright, I don't doubt his ability to fight, only the ability to follow orders."
"Okay sir, just don't treat him like he's stupid and everything 'll be fine.
"Alright then Newiger. Stay sharp and keep your wits up." Parson then turned towards everyone else, "Alright everyone, mount up! SEALs on chopper one, SAS on chopper two."
Everyone got aboard the two UH-60 Seahawk Helicopters and they lifted off.
During the flight, one of the pilots put in some music. Some of the songs were Doomday Clock by Smashing Pumpkins, Let the Bodies Hit the Floor by Drowning Pool, and This Moment by Disturbed. It was interesting to hear such songs with the raging storm with the lightning lighting up the knight. Several of the SEALs were bobbing their heads to the music as they flew. One of the SEALs even lip-synced with the songs. Everyone, including Commander Parson was getting into it. Music was a good way of killing pre-mission jitters and tensions and getting the men pumped up.
About half way through This Moment, Major McNeilly spoke up through the radio, "All right! Kill that bloody music, we're two minutes away from the target!"
The Seahawk pilot turned the music off and complied, "Err, roger that Bravo One. We're shutting off all our lights to hide in the dark. Maintaining radar contact with Bravo Two."
"This is Bravo Two, I have a visual on the contact. Looks like a cargo freighter. Russian writing on the hull."
"Copy, I see it. Think they see us?"
"Negetive Bravo One, they don't have clue. The SAS boys say they want to get dropped on the aft end of the ship."
"Copy that Bravo Two," The pilot looked back at the SEALs, "You boys have got the forward end then?"
Parson nodded his head, "Yes, drop us off right in front of the bridge so we can take them out right away." He then turned to his team, "Alright guys, any last second questions?"
Rodemeyer then asked, "Rules of engagement sir?"
"Crew expendable Ensign."
The team looked out the side of the chopper and saw the silhouette of the cargo ship below with only a few dim lights on. Newiger tensed up as loaded a banana clip into his MP5 submachine gun. He then quickly inspected his weapon. His MP5 had been customized with a suppressor to silence it and eliminate muzzle flash, a laser sight that could only be seen with special night vision goggles, and a forward pistol grip.
Parson then spoke up, "All right team, goggles on! Lock and load! Drop off in ten seconds!"
Everyone slipped on their goggles and the night turned green from there on. The SEALs then prepared the rappels, they then let the ropes drop down to the ship.
"Okay! Go go go!!!" Parson yelled into the radio.
Newiger and two other SEALs were the first to rappel down. Newiger landed right in front of the bridge. He then looked through the bridge window.
Most of the bridge crew were half asleep, the captain and a few of officers looked up and puzzled looks came to their faces when they saw Newiger…none of them would realize what was going on.
Within half a second, Newiger aimed and fired his MP5. The MP5 was incredibility quiet with the clicking of the firing mechanism. The loudest sound was the breaking of the glass and the minor grunts made by the crew as they got shot. He put three rounds square in the captain's chest without even waking up the sleeping com officer who was less then three feet away from the captain. Newiger then quickly dispatched two more unlucky crew members who didn't even realize what was going on.
The other two SEALs each picked and quickly dispatched their own targets. Within two and half seconds, Newiger and the other two SEALs killed everyone on the bridge.
"Bridge secured Commander." Newiger said.
Parson and the rest of the SEALs rappelled down. "Well done Newiger."
Everyone then heard McNeilly speak into the radio, "War Frog One, this is Eagle One. We've secured the aft end of the top deck and are making our way down towards the main cargo hold. We'll meet up with you there, over."
Parson then spoke up, "Copy that Eagle One. We'll neutralize any tangos along the way. Good luck, War Frog One out." He then turned to his team, "Alright, squad one on me. Squad two, go with Newiger. Newiger, take squad two along the port side while I take squad one along the starboard side. Take out any tangos along the way. Meet us at the aft where we'll head down and meet with McNeilly's boys."
"Yes sir." Newiger complied. He then looked over as Rodemeyer and Robles along with another SEAL formed up with him. "Okay, you heard the man. Let's move."
The four of them entered the narrow p-ways of the ship and advanced steadily. They came up to a larger space.
"Hold here." Newiger said as he peaked around the doorway.
A Russian sailor walked…no…stumbled out into the doorway and looked right at the SEALs. He then made a cheerful remark as he nearly lost his balance. He was heavily intoxicated.
A puzzled look came to Newiger's face as he observed the drunken Russian. Rodemeyer and Robles would have broke out laughing…if Newiger didn't level his MP5 and put a round in the Russian's head.
"Last call." Newiger said as he shot the drunken sailor.
"Ah man…" Robles complained, "How come the Soviet Navy lets their sailors get drunk on the ship but our navy doesn't?!"
Newiger ignored Robles' complaint as he turned to his team, "Rodemeyer, Robles, secure crew quarters." He then looked at the other SEAL, "Alexander, on me."
"Yes sir!" The SEAL complied.
Rodemeyer and Robles entered the crew quarters where they found six of the Russian sailors sleeping in their bunk racks. Without thinking, they both leveled their weapons and put two to three rounds in each of the sleepers.
"Sweet dreams…" Robles said as he killed the last sleeper.
Newiger and Alexander moved up the main passage way where they meet up with Rodemeyer and Robles. "Squad on me." Newiger said as he moved down a stairwell to the lower decks. "Check your corners."
"Clear left." Robles said as he finished scanning the left side.
"Clear right." Alexander said as he finished scanning the right side.
"Clear straight." Rodemeyer said.
"Squad on me. Forward." Newiger said as he entered another space.
"Room clear." Rodemeyer said.
"Okay, to the left hatch there." Newiger as approached the closed hatch. He looked it over. "Hmm…Robles, set a breaching charge. Alexander, ready a flashbang. On my go."
"On it." Robles said as he pulled out a small explosive charge from his belt pack.
Alexander pulled a flashbang grenade from his belt and readied to throw it through the hatch.
Rodemeyer then holstered his own MP5 and pulled out his personal M12 Beneli 12 Gauge Shotgun. "I like to keep this for close encounters."
"I hear ya." Robles said as he finished placing the breaching charge on the hatch. "Charge ready." He said.
Newiger readied his weapon as the team took positions on either side of the hatch. "Okay, blow it."
The charge made a small but loud explosion and the hatch swung open.
"Flash, now!" Newiger said.
Alexander then threw the flashbang through the open hatch. It made a bright and loud bang the second it hit the ground.
A group of about ten clueless Soviet soldiers and sailors were on the other side of the hatch. The flashbang blinded and deafened them temporarily, allowing for Newiger's team to dispatch them easily. Multiple clicks from the MP5s and three loud bangs from Rodemeyer's shotgun and it was over in about three seconds.
"All clear." Rodemeyer said as he loaded some shells into his shotgun.
"Okay, War Frog One, Eagle One, this is War Frog Two. We're about to enter and secure the main cargo hold. Watch your fire when you enter. Over." Newiger said as he reloaded his MP5.
"War Frog Two, this is Eagle One. We're also about to enter the main cargo hold. We're gonna flash it before entering so wait for our signal. We'll enter at the same time. Watch your fire not just for people but there might be some hazardous materials such as explosives so watch what you shoot lads. Over." Major McNeilly said.
"Copy." Newiger said as his team prepared to breach the hatch. He readied his MP5 as he waited for McNeilly's signal.
"Breaching now."
A loud bang is heard.
"Breach! Now!" Newiger yelled.
Robles blew the charge.
"Flash!" Newiger yelled to Rodemeyer.
This time Rodemeyer threw the flashbang into the room.
A second later, Newiger rushed in and fired off his entire clip. Seven tangos downed by him.
Rodemeyer entered and fired four shots. Three tangos down.
Robles entered. Four tangos.
Alexander entered. Two tangos.
They killed sixteen men. There were another twelve men…but McNeilly's men took care of them.
The SAS commandos approached the SEALs from the opposite end of the cargo hold. McNeilly over looked the damage they had all caused. "Well, you Yanks sure know how to throw a party."
Just then, Commander Parson and his team entered. "Dang Newiger, I let you lead for a few minutes and look at the mess you made…Good work Newiger."
"Thank you sir." Newiger said as he loaded another banana clip into his MP5.
Parson got on his radio, "Bravos One and Two, we've secured the ship of all tangos and are investigating the cargo holds." He got off the radio. "Alright then. Let's see what they were carrying." Parson then walked up a red metal cargo crate. It was the kind of crate that small semi trucks carried. It also had a high security lock on it.
"This looks to be the grand prize. Care to open her up?" McNeilly said.
"Sure thing. Newiger, place a breaching charge on that lock and pop this baby open." Parson ordered.
"Always giving me the fun job, huh sir?" Newiger joked. "Okay then, Robles hand me a charge will ya?"
"Yep," Robles handed him a breaching charge. "This one is packing a bit of my own special recipe. But I warn you, it may be hazardous to your health."
"Yeah, you won't believe the gas you get from these things." Newiger joked as he placed it on the lock. "Okay, it primed. Remote please."
Robles handed him the detonator. "Here you go."
"Alright." Newiger waited for the others to step back from the crate door. "Three, two, and…" He then pressed the detonator.
The charge blew and sparks flew as the lock was blown into tiny pieces. Smoke filled the area briefly but as soon as it cleared Newiger, Parson, and McNeilly proceeded to open the door.
"Okay then, let's see what we've got behind door number one." Newiger said as he, Parson and McNeilly pried the door open.
The door was pried open, McNeilly found himself the first to see what was inside. "Bloody hell mate! You Yanks have got to see this."
Parson and Newiger looked. They both awed at what they saw.
"What the blimey hell is this?" The device was unlike anything anyone there had ever seen. It glowed with an eerie light.
Parson then looked at a clipboard sitting next to the device. "Take a look there. Let's see what that clipboard says."
McNeilly picked it up and examined it, "My Russian is a bit rusty but…hmm…it says dimensional resonator…tactical deployment…err…there's a lot."
"Dimensional resonator? What the hell is a dimensional resonator?" Newiger asked.
"What do you think Lieutenant?" Parson said with a look of realization on his face, "A dimensional resonator creates a tear in the plane of existence and opens a portal to another dimension. You all heard the news reels about the other worlds."
"Yeah."
"Well this is how you get to and from there Lieutenant. This is how you transport massive numbers of troops from our world to another and back in another location. You've already seen one in action Lieutenant. I bet they were planning to get this one on American soil so that way they could teleport more of their troops through.
Just then, a radio message comes in through their headsets, "Frogman One, Eagle One this is Bravo One. We have two fast movers inbound. Probably Cuban MiGs, you fellas had better get off that damned ship cause I'm willing to bet my entire salary that they're gonna light that ship up."
Parson cursed, "Shit! Newiger, grab that brown folder sitting on top of the crate. It's gotta have something interesting in it."
Newiger quickly grabbed the folder and tucked it into his vest. "Got it sir."
"Alright, let's move!"
Off in the distance, two Cuban owned MiG-21s flew towards the lone cargo ship with weapon's hot…
The teams began making their way back topside. They were less than two levels away from being topside when the choppers radioed in, "Ah shit! Guys! Get the hell out of there! The MiGs just opened…"
A massive boom is heard as the ship shakes violently. Pipes rupture as ship begins to list and water is heard flowing in. The entire team loses their balance are knocked down.
Major McNeilly speaks up, "Lads, Jacob you and your boys alright?"
A distraught SAS commando speaks up, "What the hell happened?!?!"
Newiger begins to sit up while feeling a massive headache, realizing that he must have hit his head during the attack. He moves his hand over where he felt the pain. He felt wetness and pulled his hand away to see it covered in blood. "Ahh…fuck this shit!" He said in frustration. He then felt someone's hand on his shoulder only to be pulled up on his feet. He turned and saw that it was Commander Parson.
"Come on Newiger, we are leaving!"
McNeilly starts yelling, "Come on lads! Topside! Let's move!!!"
Everyone rushed up the stairwells, leaping through the narrow hatchways. Panels came undone as the ship was literally falling apart, water and fire were everywhere. The ship continued to list to the point where they were literally walking on the walls at some points. They finally got to the top deck, lightning stuck and lit up the stormy night sky…just enough for the teams to spot the two Seahawk helicopters flying very low to the ship.
"This is Bravos One and Two. We can see you! Hurry up and hop on board! That ship is about to go under! Hurry! GO GO GO GO!!!"
The teams sprinted towards the choppers and leaped on board as water began to cover the top deck of the ship. Newiger slipped and feel on his side but quickly got back up. Everyone else got ahead of him and were on the choppers. He was the last.
Rodemeyer yelled to him, "JUMP FOR IT!!!"
The chopper had no choice but to veer away from the ship to avoid crashing, Newiger jumped as far as he could and landed on the rear ramp…but began to slip off. He quickly pulled out his 9 inch combat knife and jabbed it into the ramp hoping to retard his decent but it did no good. Newiger then closed his eyes and held his breathe realizing that he was about to fall into the ocean…but then to his pleasant surprise, he felt someone grab him. He then opened his eyes to see that Parson had grabbed him before he fell off the helicopter.
"Gotcha!!!" Parson said as he pulled Newiger up. "Damn Newiger, you have a knack for almost getting killed."
"Almost sir. Thank you sir. That was a little too close."
"Still got those folders?"
Newiger pulled them from his vest. "Yes sir."
"That's twice you owe me Lieutenant."
"Understood sir."
The commander then smiled and patted Newiger on the back, "Nice work by the way. I can see that you paid attention during training."
"Thank you sir. I just hope these files are enough to expose the Soviets."
"Same here Lieutenant. We'll head state side and rest up. Get your head looked at. I got a feeling that things are gonna be heating up."
McNeilly radios in, "Bravo to you Jacob, and to your boys as well. I'm taking you guys back to London and buying you each a round at my favorite bar."
Parson laughed, "Now Fred, I told you that I'm gonna get you state side one of these days. We're less than a hundred miles from the eastern seaboard you know…"
"Alright Jacob! You're on!"
The Seahawks then proceeded north back to Florida…