Stealth Missions
By: SniperWOLF_09
Ch 3
Ding and company arrived at the USS Freedom and were shown to there rooms. They were just below deck. Captain Fredrik showed them there quarters. Roomy. Bunks with own bathroom. There was also a good sized table in the middle with chairs. "Now you tell us when you are set, tell us where to go, and we'll be waiting."
"Thank you Captain, you are being more than nice." said Ding graciously.
"No problem at all. Very well, carry on," he left the room and closed the hatch.
"Get your stuff up and do what you need to do then get
here for a mission briefing in ten minutes,"
Most of the team lay down on the bunk or unpacked. A knock came at the door.
"Who is it?" asked Ding
"Captain Fredrik," Ding opened the door. Fredrik was with four other sailors rolling in two black crates.
"This was in the chopper as cargo. Sorry if I intruded,"
"No not a problem, just don't come in for another hour or so while we prepare."
"No problem, i'll have a guard posted outside"
"Thank you"
The men left and closed the door again. Ding headed over to the crates and started to un latch them. "Well lets see what the shit eaters give us this time." He opened it up and inside were racked HK-10's with suppressed fire for the entire team. On the side of each one where Colt .45's and 5 clips of ammunition for each weapon.
In the other create were a nice supply of flash bangs, grenades and lock picks. There were also night vision goggles. Ding took out one of the HK's and looked through the sight. Moved the barrel around then put it up.
"Looks like a night mission." Ding started to pass out the mission briefs to the team members. "Take a minute to look over it as usual. Lets see, what do the old men want me to say this time, um," he thumbed through the point man's brief and stopped on a page, "Ah, ok. 'This is mission Night Fox. Newly recruited Mark Garrison has been captured while on a scouting exercise in Saudi Arabia. His squad was killed in an ambush, Greg was the sole survivor. He is now being held in the compound that was used for training and was though abandoned by terrorists of some kind. The compound is located just a few kilometers inside Saudi Arabia Your mission is to rescue Mark Garrison and take him back to the USS Freedom.'
"FROM JOHN : 'You will be inserted and taken from the scene by helicopter. You'll be inserted 50 kilometers from the compound due to radar. You have permission to use deadly force on anyone who seems to be a threat. From what can be gathered from satellites, there seems to be many men there so use caution. Includes is the map of the area from the point that you are being dropped. Also briefs on possible connections and organization. Ding as always, im trusting you on you COA. I urge you to use caution as they already blew one of our helicopters out of the sky. These guys look like they know what they are doing. Good luck. End of Briefing' Ok lets map it out."
Ding showed everyone the maps, "Any suggestions?"
Woo looked at them and said, "4 wall 2 story, 1 way, windows? The stairs are in the middle of the building? Too easy. Where's Mark being held?"
"Anywhere and chances are lots of guns on him" Ding replied
"I suggest door and opposite window entry. Work our way around going right, meet in the middle then go upstairs."
"Sounds good but window shattering could be bad for an itchy trigger finger on Mark. He's been there a while and they are probably frustrated by now. I think both teams in door and go opposite directions. Meet at stair well."
"Sounds good" Bur said while nodding his head.
"That good for everyone?"
The rest of the team approved.
"Now for floor two. This is probably where he is. So watch your fire. Spread out again moving right and left. Meet up. We should have him by them. 1 team escort out, other clears."
"Make sure to bang the rooms upstairs," noted Filatov.
"Yeah, lets take our time. Once you are on the other side, go around the way you came, you might be eating bullets if you keep going. Make sure to watch out on the perimeter for any sentries."
"That sounds like a good in and out." Beckenbauer said in his best Nazi accent
"Good. Lets team up, umm Blue is Rescue team. Lets get Andrew at lead then, Daniel, Genedy, and Tracy. Rest is with me I'll lead. Blue you take the door. Red enters window. On Alpha bang and go. Delta to go up single file. If you get Mark get him down stairs to the door. Same with Blue, then head for withdraw point. We'll clean it out. Comprede?"
"Yeah," the team sounded firmly.
"Lets get some rest and food and head out oh, 0200? It is currently 1445 on my mark..., "they prepared to set watches, "mark," the team all pressed there buttons. "Ok, dismissed. Lets pick out some guns. You need to be up and at 'em at 0000 hours!" Ding said loudly as the talking rose within the group.
The team got supplies and hung the HK on the bunk posts and the .45 in there duffle bag. They took there black camo and hung it for tomorrow. Ding passed out communication headsets that would work on an ever changing channel system that would switch frequencies simotniously ever twenty seconds so it could not be traced.
The team, after attending business went to shower, eat, and to relax. Ding went to dismiss the guard outside and proceeded to Captains quarters. He asked a member of the crew and was directed to the bridge area. He climbed some stairs and reached the bridge. He spotted the Captain at the helm. "Sir we are ready to take off at 200."
"Sounds good, where to? Or is that a secret?"
"Bingo. We'll tell our driver when we get on it."
"Ok great. I'll set it up. And Chavez, our ship is your ship, please make your self's at home."
"Thanks you Captain." They saluted each other. Ding headed for the chow line.
Mark hadn't drunk or ate anything for two days. The transport to this 'other facility' was coming soon. He was on
a bed with Insomnia. He was scared. Where he was going. When he would die. How he would die. Is anyone coming for him? Did they forget about him and his team? Did the ship leave him behind? It wasn't looking good in his mind.
He looked up at a clock. Midnight. Damn it. He had yet to convert to military time. He's going to be out tomorrow, he would have slow reactions and make bad choices. He would die in his mind. No sleep, no food, no water, he might as well be dead.
The door opened again with the English talking guy entering,
"I hope you are enjoying your self. Don't die here. Our transport
humvee is on its way and will be here in four hours. If you are asleep,
we will drag you by your feet to the car. You will not be late." He left.
Ding went to sleep and 1900 and was rested up for the day. He woke first as usual and made his bed and suited up. Everyone else soon followed suit. He zipped up his black suit over his kevlar which made the suit very tight. Then his vest and boots. He took his HK-10 he chose from the day before from his bed post and examined it for nearly twenty minutes. Disassembling and assembling again just to make sure. He put the strap around his head and put the semi-auto behind his back. He then checked his .45 in the same manner for maybe ten minutes. He holstered his pistol on his leg strap. He put his extra clips in his vest pockets and grenades and flash bangs in his backpack. Finally he put on his and helped others with their black face paint night vision goggles and black beanie. The team was ready.
They headed up to the flight deck. Ding met
the deck officer and he instructed them that the helicopter was ready,
its props were already rotating. They hustled to the chopper. Ding wished everyone good luck as they got on, and boarded after everyone
else was on. The hewey took off at exactly 200.