Through the Visor
Chapter Eight: Walkthrough
Roughly ten minutes passed since the alleyway, and Jenny had been waiting. Suddenly, the van came to a stop, Jenny clinging on, but even she couldn't stop what happened next. She fell right back, right onto her ass, against Tueur who also came down.
"Sorry. I think this is my stop- thank you, Sabre." Jenny said, picking herself up, as she looked out the back, Tueur looked a little hit, but stayed silent, as Jenny kept her head down, coming out of the back of it. The van's suspension rose, as her heavy suit and her weight came out, Jenny looking back at the van. The sun had risen further and further- though she knew that going right now wasn't a good idea. The area seemed much less dense, in terms of shops, and the gas was thick in the air. They were clearly close to the one of the deployments of the chemicals.
"No probleme, Jennifer. You know the area- you're roughly 1km from the restaurant. Go and find what you have to, and meet us. See you soon." Sabre added, as she nodded, looking back. The street was mostly intact, and miraculously, they hadn't encountered any Russians for the last 10 minutes either. It had gone cleanly- and she knew that this area wasn't going to be empty. Moving off the main road, and onto a small one where a few shops were she held her MK46 low, as she scanned the area around. Suddenly, a new voice came into her headset.
"Knight-One-One, this is Overlord. How copy, over?" The voice said, Jennifer quickly identifying it- this was an American one, and she could only guess it had something to do with the Deltas.
"This is Knight-One-One, receiving you loud and clear. First Lieutenant Jennifer Henderson, 22nd SAS." Jenny replied, as she looked around, heading further down, along the middle.
"Affirmative, Knight. I've got the intel on your objectives- and your current position, and armour. I've been sent the results from your earlier tests, and I am asking that we definitely need one more sample, to confirm our results. I have directives to point you through this one, and get yourself to the Delta LZ." Overlord said, Jenny still keeping an eye out.
"Sure thing then. I'm already moving to chemical deployment Site Six Tango. My current operator is Baseplate." Jenny asked, as she veered off the main part of the street, onto the pavement instead.
"I understand. But right now, I've controlling the orders. Baseplate moved you to my operational command, so that you're working with Team Metal. I've been briefed on your sit-rep, and what you found earlier today. ELINT is currently working with your find on Rue Tronchet, and we're beginning to map a resistance pattern in Paris. Your chemical finds are helping us to find out what we're dealing with in Paris, and we understand that you fought through the Russian resistance around Eglise Madeline."
"That's practically all I've done. You know I've got a Juggernaut suit, right?" Jenny asked, as Overlord seemed to reply in the voice that he always did.
"Roger that. We've got a supply drop roughly 50m near your position. Fell right into the side of a building- parachute's snagged on the second floor, and it's practically inside. Recommend you hole up your position for the next few hours, scout out the area from that position, and then move- right now, we have an armoured division moving past Montmartre and I don't want to risk the only chemical asset I have in the area." Overlord said, as Jenny looked around, looking up and above.
"What's in it, by the way?" Jenny asked, as she held up her MK46, looking ahead, and keeping her wits about her. She scanned the area, her armour and weapon imposing, as she kept against the wall.
"You've got a laptop, one AS50 sniper rifle along with two Javelin anti-armour launchers, as well as a set of ammunition for your weapons. There are a few bricks of C4 you might need if you deem it necessary to destroy objects, and an IR strobe for mounting on your suit. You've got one AC-130 Spooky coming into your vicinity, callsign Warhammer, at 1300 hours, and intel suggests that traffic is going to increase in your area, infantry-wise." Overlord said, as Jenny stuck by the wall, scanning both sides of the street. She looked up, and right, noticing the parachute that was stuck by a balcony. The crate went inside the building, which was partially destroyed- it seemed like an impossible drop, but Jenny knew it was one that would definitely help.
"Roger that. Why am I moving when the infantry are moving through the area, rather than now when there's next to none?" Jenny asked, as she scanned around, and looked for an entrance to the building. She walked into a shop at the end of the street, and looked around, above the shelves that were inside out at the street's cobbles and bumps.
"The Russian Armoured division will come your way unless you wait it out. They're mobilizing past Montmartre, and heading north, toward St Denis. An infantry company following behind according to satellite Intel, and is looking to set up at roughly 1250 hours in your direct area of sampling. You'll be in a good position to ambush, and use Warhammer as support." Overlord replied, as Jenny nodded for some random reason, finding a door at last. Going through, she headed to a staircase, and began the long walk up.
"Copy that. At least with that AC-130, I'll be able to cut through them quickly. Why have I got the AS50 and Javelin?" Jenny asked, as she walked the stairs slowly, her breathing becoming harder as she went up each and every one. She was a sitting duck, but she knew that she was a Juggernaut after all. A feared soldier- head to toe in ballistic protection based on a modified bomb suit, and able to take a hell of a beating- from both shrapnel and bullets. That felt good to know, Jenny thought to herself- she sacrificed fast movement for this, and when you were facing down a hell of a lot of soldiers, while collecting chemical samples, this was better than just a gas mask and an M4A1.
"It should help as temporary support, Knight. Enemy forces will close on your position, so I recommend you set up a perimeter near the drop, and use all weapons provided to hold out. Once you clear the area, move out, and head toward the first deployment. You know the drill from there- I'll keep tabs on you from the AC-130's cameras. There's two more I'll keep a track on, and once you have them, move to the GIGN position. Volk is the priority, but right now, the Deltas are 200 miles away, and you're the only asset I have in the area to get these chemicals sampled." Overlord said, as Jenny kept an eye out. She reached the top of the staircase, on the second floor. Moving along, she barged open a locked door, and saw the airdropped package, hanging inside. The parachute held it in place- but she knew that it was definitely here alright. Moving up to it, as she placed a claymore behind her position, she put her MK46 down, and walked up to it. Unhooking the chute lines from it, she dragged it over to another corner in the room, a blank and empty place. Maybe halfway through redecoration- the floor was stone, and a room along from where Jenny stood by the partially demolished wall, there were loose floorboards, and wallpaper hanging down from the ceiling. Taking it, to the corner, as she looked out the partially demolished wall, she smiled to herself, looking at the view. The wall was fine up to halfway up where a window had been with the rest of it above practically non existent and revealing floors above, while the other room, where a balcony was, didn't look like it had been too affected. Shutting the door to the other room, she moved the crate a little to by the wall, and looked over, at the dawn over Paris.
Turning her attention back, she unpacked the crate, breaking the lock and breaking effectively apart. The weapons were revealed- and a smile came on her face, as she saw what was there. She got instantly to work- revealing the two Javelins, partially assembled from the top; she placed them next to the crate, while she took the AS50 out next, which also just needed some assembly. This was like flat-pack furniture, she thought to herself. Except this was deadly, in very different ways to what flatpack furniture you would get at IKEA. That drove you insane- this was different, and was what you used to kill. She wasn't the most proficient of snipers, but she knew the AS50 well enough to kill with it. Still, the thought of it being "furniture" made her think about what it really had been. And what it was now. She had a million different thoughts on it, but one came into mind. It was her little apartment, in Montmartre Hill, overlooking the stereotypical Parisian cobbles, with a view of the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Her place, a nice place, somewhere where maybe she could bring back a French boy and had a stereotypical relationship. She could eat baguettes, crepes and snails in the local restaurants as well as drink down cups of coffee in the local cafes, along with enjoying the merits of living in Paris, Europe's seemingly most interesting city. Go and enjoy the nightlife, go and enjoy a metropolitan life in this city. Everything that most of the world saw of Europe, they saw here. It was perfect- but that was a lie. Russian soldiers were in the streets, chemicals were in the air, deadly if inhaled enough and most of all, this was in the middle of a warzone- the first point basically, but it did have some damage. That was what made her saddened about it all- it made her emotional a little, about a normal life, but she got rid of that thought too, as she clicked one of her fingers, still going through the crate.
Taking two more 200-round boxes of MK46 mags, and even a few .357 rounds for the MP412 REX, she didn't bother with the extra SCAR-H mags, knowing it would weigh her down more than she was already taking. She mounted the IR strobe on her shoulder, engaging it as she knew that it would be better to be safe than sorry when that AC-130 came in area, and got it's thermal imaging on, firing weapons down on them. Taking some of the C4, she the sticks between a few freed up MOLLE pouches, rigging them to one detonator that she had- it would probably pay off if she needed to breach a building, with a bit more force. She also took the laptop, luckily working despite the hard impact the crate probably hard, and walked over with it to the wall. Taking off her rucksack, she barely managed to get into it, with her thick gloved hands. She somehow got it online, after a little trouble and from there, got into the network.
"Knight, you are cleared to access the UAV in area. It's at 5,000ft, zoomed toward your area. Should give you an idea about the enemy armour movements, along with other useful area intel you will require." Overlord said, noticing on his end that she was coming online with the laptop. Smiling, he patched her into the feed that he was seeing, of Paris from 5,000ft up.
"Copy that, Overlord." Jenny replied, as she saw the feed come up, and watched. Turning the camera a little, the very quiet whine of the engine audible, she looked on. Tank after tank followed the canal near Montmartre, and infantrymen were all over the area. Jenny turned it a little, and looked over at where her rough area was- she recognized the road she had come from, and went down it, to where she barely recognized where the building she was in stood. From there, she turned the camera, to have a look at the movement in the area. She spent another ten minutes, and was amazed to see nothing. It was mostly destroyed, but she only saw clusters of infantry within roughly 300m of her current location. They weren't even down her street, or near the intersection- they were completely elsewhere, and that was good. At least she wouldn't have them to deal with, she thought to herself. Looking over, she left it by the opened crate, on and monitoring her position.
"Thanks for that. I think I know what I need to know on my surrounding area. Setting up defence. Looks like I'm in for a long run." Jenny said, as she walked over to the AS50, and got to work on assembling it. Putting it together, she attached the variable thermal scope to it, and mounted it up on the window, putting the bipod down and the magazine in. She assembled the two Javelins, and put them by the wall, this taking roughly 20 minutes to do. She then looked out the window, and not seeing anything, walked back to where the laptop was. She sat by her MK46, and smiled, knowing that maybe this was her dream, to be in Paris, in a bleak yet perfect apartment, with a Juggernaut suit with plenty of weapons to use at her disposal. Just in a different way now, but she knew that at least she could do something to hold out. The claymore would probably go off if anyone decided to visit, and she knew that there was no way out but straight back the way she came; that was, if the Russians came to knock, anyway.
Taking the laptop back on her groinguard, the Juggernaut that was Jenny looking very casual at the moment. She felt good- and knew that her own suit hadn't really been modified too much, in terms of personalization. She had given a typical "Kick Me!" on the rear groinguard, a distinctive piece of Kevlar that stood out among the rest of the armour. Her rank, SAS insignia and "Lt Henderson" were displayed on cloth that was sown into the armour, just below where a shoulderpad was, and a distinctive British flag was on the side of her neckbrace. It was carved out- though it looked more like an imprint. Apart from that, she had left it mostly undecorated, though she was considering maybe adding a few more things to it. However, as she sat back, glad everything was up, her eyes were now focussed on the laptop screen, waiting out for the Russians to make their move first. Jenny had a lot of waiting to do- six, seven hours weren't going to melt away, but she knew it was worth waiting out for. To spring the trap the Russians weren't expecting. To rain down sniper, Javelins, and LMG fire on them, not at once but in enough time to make them think. That and the fact that when she walked out of here, she was still a Juggernaut. And she was ready for this- the last sample, an entire company of Russians in her way and an AC-130 to help her. How could this get any worse from now, Jenny thought. That was bad luck, she reminded herself- so she changed from that in her head, to mentally plotting out a route from his current position to the last chemical sampling area.
Afterword: Well, I did what I did here. Not the longest of chapter, but it leads up to Toxic Paradise- kind of what happens before. The next chapter will be practically launching into it- what you expect, if you've done the Special Ops mission, with a few modified bits.
