STEALTH MISSIONS
By: SniperWOLF_09
Ch2
"Ding?"
"Yes sir"
"Get what teams are ready?"
"All, what we need?"
"Take A, and get to the airfield, we got ourselves a little
terrorist crap in the Gulf. You got your selves a non-stop flight
to the U.S.S. Freedom. I'll send your brief enrout"
"Yes sir," Ding jogged out the door, "We'll have fun,"
he said as he drifted outside.
John started the work on the brief, first by getting
satellite pictures of the area and possible treats. Then matching
up some faces that could be made out with it. As he started the trace,
the computer started to roll live images over the screen. John watched,
as he hope one would show his face. Nothing. It then picked
up a picture a helicopter flying over the compound. The visual was
delayed somewhat, which gave John a chance to check its plates. US
all over it. Must be a recon chopper. As soon as it entered
to screen again for another strafe, it was destroyed into a billion pieces
with shrapnel and fire flying out from the once been helicopter.
"Admiral, we have lost contact with the rescue party." one of the radio men in the control room.
Admiral Derekson was looking onto the radar and saw the helicopter's dot disappear from the screen. "There onto us," he was some what untrained in this situation. He had never been a position to decide the fate of a solider, much less his country, but this was the grim reality of the situation. Tensions go high, blow the guys head off; the US retaliate and launch some nukes for holding one of our own men hostage without anyone being told." I don't think we have much time" Someone will be here to settle this. Hopefully.
"Sir, urgent message from Washington, Secretary of War Darell Anderson on the line."
"I'll be there in a minute" Shit, maybe relive him of his duties because of the what was going on. Maybe there is no help and to say that the loss of the men where accidental as they fell from the drop helicopter headfirst in the water. How nose, with the politics these days, its hard to tell the next lie.
Derekson approached the phone the operator held in his hand. Took it from him and spoke in an official, im too busy for the, oh your the Secretary of War..., "Derekson here,"
"This line is being secured..."blips and buzzes went off slowly in the earpiece, "Line secure." The line was switched over.
"This is Anderson, look, we see your situation and we have a team on it and are about two hours from your flight deck. Stay on course and stay out of radar range. There will be an unmarked NATO transport arriving in your radar in maybe 20 minutes. There pass code is 209-Alpha-Rainbow"
"Yes sir, we will be ready."
"One piece of advice, they know more about what's going on than you do, so don't get in their way."
"Yes sir."
"Good bye."
The phone clicked off. Derekson gave the phone back to the operator. "Deck officer!"
"Yes sir," a Sergeant responded from the back of the comms room
"Be on the look out for a NATO drop ship. Its heading our way. Grant it to land, there pass code is 209-Alpha-Rainbow"
"Aye Captain."
Derkson left the comms center, back to the bridge to watch
the planes the busyness on deck
Mark was now upstairs and may in a bed there. He knew that the terrorists would return in a minute, so he had to decide. Live and talk, or die and not say a word. Mark was too green to die like this. He had no experience with this kind of trouble. Someone more senior should be here. He should have died like the rest of his squad.
The door opened and enter the english speaking guy and a guard. "Did you hear that blast? That is the sound of American soldiers being destroyed by an AA gun." Mark looked out the window and saw the wreckage and there men run to inspect it, "They know where you are. We want to know why you are here. Why Americans are here. NOW!"
Decision time. 'Lets fake it' Mark though, "I'm here as a piece officer responding to a small conflict in Oman. We were running low on supplies and decide to find somewhere to bunk."
That was pathetic and he knew it.
"Oh really, I hope you didn't kill anyone I know. I will have your dick cut off."
Shit
Another man walked in and spoke in Arabian talk.
"I see," said the interrogator. "Looks like you will be here a little bit longer. We are shipping you to our main base in a day. We wait for a transport truck. Sweet dreams" He left and closed the door.
Lucky stiff. 'Where are those rescue squads?' he
asked himself. It was nearly five hours ago that he saw a squad of
men massacred by these men. How much longer until his turn?
Domingo got his team up and running in black uniforms packed. The A-team was comprised of himself, Andrew Burk, Daniel Borgart, Genedy Filatov, Tracy Woo, Gerald Morris, Karl Haider, and Lars Beckenbauer. They would all be working assault and were the most prepared than any. Most of the day in the range and film rooms, watching footage of entries, studying them again and again so that every possibility was denounced only for what was supposed to happen. They were definitely ready.
Ding checked the fax again. Nothing. They were within one hour of there destination and no brief? Maybe on deck. Sending any information to a remote location is very dangerous. Especially near Iraq.
"Any word yet Ding?" asked Andrew with anxiety.
"Nothing. We will most likely get something on the ship. So just relax for the next hour."
"Yes Sir" he went back to his seat and kind of started to dose off.
All the squad was wearing normal US army uniforms and kevlar inside of it. Ding knew that they were to act as American soldiers would and be part of them. This was a Highly Confidential team, which only a few, senior officials at Washington knew of their existence. Rainbows existence relied on the secrecy of itself to survive. Or else they would all be murdered in their sleep. Nothing any Rainbow member wanted.
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"Have the identified themselves?"
"Yes sir, just as you said"
"Good, you may allow them to land, how much longer you think?"
"About 20 minutes sir" the technician said that was at the radar
"Give them quarters as they get on board, and most importantly Captain," he pointed at the seasoned man sailor, "stay out of their way. They know more than us."
Captain Fredrik saluted him, "Aye sir"
Another technician who was in the room approached the Admiral holding some papers and a 3.5" floppy, "Sir, this just came from the Security of War for the team that is arriving soon via fax. I downloaded the information from the server that it said to do it from." he showed him the number on the fax. The Admiral started to grasp the rest of the fax, "Sir, with all due respect, this is confidential information and may not be viewed by anyone except the leader of the team," he looked at the front of the fax, "Ha a, Domingo Chavez, sir"
"Very well, you can leave it in my hands until they are on deck."
"Aye sir" he saluted.
The Admiral took the papers and proceeded to his quarters
and locked them in his safe.
"Sir?" the pilot said to Ding
"Yes Captain?"
"We have permission to land. They also say that there are papers waiting for you on board that will be delivered to you by Admiral Derkson. They have also arranged accommodations sir."
"Very good, thank them. How much longer?"
"Fifteen minutes till touchdown sir"
"Thanks" Ding went back to the hull, "were touching down soon so get everything together. Fasten your safely belts folks." He sat down and dragged his duffle bag over towards him, "Mission briefing will be shortly after we are aboard."
The team prepared for landing.
"This is your captain speaking, one kilometer to go, heads down"
The team ducked their head between their legs. The landing would be rough and abrupt, as they are stopped at 120 mph to 0 in three seconds.
"Here we go!"
The plane seemed to smash down on the deck. and stop. It was over.
"Please stay seated until the plane come to a full stop"
"Shut up!" yelled Burk in his distinctive Brit accent.
The plane stopped and they proceeded to the hatch. Domingo was the first out. He was greeted by the Admiral and Captain. The Admiral saluted the team and vise versa. The Admiral spoke to Ding, "Welcome aboard," he showed the papers to Ding, "These came from Washington and said they were for you, along with this floppy."
"Thank you sir" DIng took the papers
The Captain spread his arm out to the door inside, "This
way to your quarters. Follow me."