1 CQB
Valinda looked up from the floor plans she was studying, when Miller ghosted into the room. She hadn't heard him so much as felt him enter the room.
"You made the team. Now, we see if you can keep up.", She said jovially as she rolled up the plans, showing no sign of being startled. Instead, she eyed him wit new respect.
She turned her head toward the entrance as Miller took a seat while, the rest of the team ambled in.
"Come on boys, step it up; we have work to do.", She said as they sat down. They took their places quickly and without fuss, it was now time to get down to business.
"Today, we are going to mount an assault on a residence. Intel informs me; there are five hostiles with two hostages; an adult male and female. Here are the most recent plans of the home.", She informed them, unrolling the plans on the table before them.
"We're going to use a blitz attack with two teams; one front, one back. Team
One: Mercer, Cutler and Kincaid; you will take the back. Team Two will consist on
Miller and Myself." She said locking eyes with each team member as she called their
names. "Butler, Villarreal, you will take up sniper positions accordingly.", She said
marking their positions on the plans. They nodded in assent. "As always the safety of the hostages in paramount, you are not under any circumstances, to harm the hostages.", She ordered, dire consequences hanging in the air.
"Any questions?," She asked pushing her chair back.
Everybody shook their heads in response; they knew it was a rhetorical question anyway.
"Good, then let's roll.", She said rolling up the plans and tapping them against the table edge.
The team moved out to the location; a large two-story house constructed inside a warehouse. The house, constructed with plywood walls and gravel and cement insulation, had no roof. Instead, it had a catwalk running six feet above the top floor. The front yard consisted of plastic green grass and fake trees. The entire scene lit by huge Halogen spotlights, simulating broad daylight.
They broke into their designated teams, and made their approaches. Team One used a tree, on the left, to cover their approach, to the side of the house. When they reached the back door Cutler and Kincaid moved quickly to either side. Mercer hung back to the left of Cutler. Cutler, meanwhile, turned the knob but found it was locked. He motioned to Mercer to open it. Mercer pulled the Twelve-gauge off his back and shot the lock out with a Shok Lok round.
They entered quickly and silently, as they realized they had lost the element of surprise. Having entered into the kitchen, there was a bad guy standing in front of the refrigerator, drinking milk out of a carton. As he went for his weapon, the carton fell from his hand. Kincaid tackled him to the floor, before he could fully draw his weapon, and cuffed him. The other two stashed him in a closet to keep him out of the way.
In front, as soon as she heard the shotgun go off, Valinda and Miller battered down the front door. They ghosted into the living room, searching for any target that might prove hostile. They both signaled the all clear and moved silently to the main hallway where they regrouped with Team One. Mercer signaled one hostile neutralized to which she signaled a thumbs up and continued on. The Hallway split into a staircase and two rooms further along. Kilmann and Miller cleared the two lower rooms while, Team One went up the stairs quietly, and cleared the upper landing. They regrouped upstairs, then paired off: Cutler and Kincaid, Valinda and Miller. Mercer stayed at the stairs to prevent the bad guys from escaping. They cleared two more rooms along the banister. In the first room, three cardboard targets popped up. Miller and Valinda each took out an armed target; the third was the male hostage.
They moved noiselessly to the final room; the master bedroom. Valinda kicked the locked door open then she and Kincaid threw a flash bang in. Miller entered followed by Valinda, Cutler and Kincaid.
"Get down . . . now!," Valinda commanded, brandishing her weapon.
The target had the female hostage in his grasp, a gun to her head. Fear screaming in her eyes she whimpered as the weapon was pressed harder into her flesh.
"Back off or she's dead!," the bad guy screamed at them.
Valinda's attention was drawn to a second bad guy by a door leading to the master bath.
"Freeze!" She ordered drawing a modified handgun from her thigh holster.
He kept moving, disregarding her command, so she shot him. A painful thwack was heard as the paintball impacted with his ankle. Dropping his gun, he fell screaming to the floor, holding his injured foot. She then turned her attention back to Bad guy one and his hostage.
"Release the hostage, and you walk out of here. Don't release her, you get carried out in a body bag." She announced plainly and evenly. Cutler and Kincaid flanked the target just out of his line of sight during Valinda's exchange with Bad guy number two. They grabbed Bad guy number subdued him and cuffed him. After which a buzzer sounded.
"Time!" a disembodied voice called out from above.
" Elapsed?" Valinda called out looking up.
" Eight minutes, thirty seconds, not you best time Kilmann." The man responded reading a stopwatch.
" That time was disgraceful, you accomplished the mission but, I know you can do better. We are going to keep doing this until that time comes down, or I get tired of it." Valinda told her crew ignoring the protests and whines of fatigue.
Valinda and the tech team reset the house, the actors and added in some new variables. Valinda and her team went thru the exercise several more times before the time came down to an acceptable number. By the time the last exercise was completed everyone had suffered a few paintball bruises. Now they all wanted an ice-cold beer, to go with the ice on their bruises. So they took off for a local bar called CHUMP CHANGE. An old pal of Valinda's owned it. They spent a good portion of the evening there before going their separate ways.
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Valinda looked up from the floor plans she was studying, when Miller ghosted into the room. She hadn't heard him so much as felt him enter the room.
"You made the team. Now, we see if you can keep up.", She said jovially as she rolled up the plans, showing no sign of being startled. Instead, she eyed him wit new respect.
She turned her head toward the entrance as Miller took a seat while, the rest of the team ambled in.
"Come on boys, step it up; we have work to do.", She said as they sat down. They took their places quickly and without fuss, it was now time to get down to business.
"Today, we are going to mount an assault on a residence. Intel informs me; there are five hostiles with two hostages; an adult male and female. Here are the most recent plans of the home.", She informed them, unrolling the plans on the table before them.
"We're going to use a blitz attack with two teams; one front, one back. Team
One: Mercer, Cutler and Kincaid; you will take the back. Team Two will consist on
Miller and Myself." She said locking eyes with each team member as she called their
names. "Butler, Villarreal, you will take up sniper positions accordingly.", She said
marking their positions on the plans. They nodded in assent. "As always the safety of the hostages in paramount, you are not under any circumstances, to harm the hostages.", She ordered, dire consequences hanging in the air.
"Any questions?," She asked pushing her chair back.
Everybody shook their heads in response; they knew it was a rhetorical question anyway.
"Good, then let's roll.", She said rolling up the plans and tapping them against the table edge.
The team moved out to the location; a large two-story house constructed inside a warehouse. The house, constructed with plywood walls and gravel and cement insulation, had no roof. Instead, it had a catwalk running six feet above the top floor. The front yard consisted of plastic green grass and fake trees. The entire scene lit by huge Halogen spotlights, simulating broad daylight.
They broke into their designated teams, and made their approaches. Team One used a tree, on the left, to cover their approach, to the side of the house. When they reached the back door Cutler and Kincaid moved quickly to either side. Mercer hung back to the left of Cutler. Cutler, meanwhile, turned the knob but found it was locked. He motioned to Mercer to open it. Mercer pulled the Twelve-gauge off his back and shot the lock out with a Shok Lok round.
They entered quickly and silently, as they realized they had lost the element of surprise. Having entered into the kitchen, there was a bad guy standing in front of the refrigerator, drinking milk out of a carton. As he went for his weapon, the carton fell from his hand. Kincaid tackled him to the floor, before he could fully draw his weapon, and cuffed him. The other two stashed him in a closet to keep him out of the way.
In front, as soon as she heard the shotgun go off, Valinda and Miller battered down the front door. They ghosted into the living room, searching for any target that might prove hostile. They both signaled the all clear and moved silently to the main hallway where they regrouped with Team One. Mercer signaled one hostile neutralized to which she signaled a thumbs up and continued on. The Hallway split into a staircase and two rooms further along. Kilmann and Miller cleared the two lower rooms while, Team One went up the stairs quietly, and cleared the upper landing. They regrouped upstairs, then paired off: Cutler and Kincaid, Valinda and Miller. Mercer stayed at the stairs to prevent the bad guys from escaping. They cleared two more rooms along the banister. In the first room, three cardboard targets popped up. Miller and Valinda each took out an armed target; the third was the male hostage.
They moved noiselessly to the final room; the master bedroom. Valinda kicked the locked door open then she and Kincaid threw a flash bang in. Miller entered followed by Valinda, Cutler and Kincaid.
"Get down . . . now!," Valinda commanded, brandishing her weapon.
The target had the female hostage in his grasp, a gun to her head. Fear screaming in her eyes she whimpered as the weapon was pressed harder into her flesh.
"Back off or she's dead!," the bad guy screamed at them.
Valinda's attention was drawn to a second bad guy by a door leading to the master bath.
"Freeze!" She ordered drawing a modified handgun from her thigh holster.
He kept moving, disregarding her command, so she shot him. A painful thwack was heard as the paintball impacted with his ankle. Dropping his gun, he fell screaming to the floor, holding his injured foot. She then turned her attention back to Bad guy one and his hostage.
"Release the hostage, and you walk out of here. Don't release her, you get carried out in a body bag." She announced plainly and evenly. Cutler and Kincaid flanked the target just out of his line of sight during Valinda's exchange with Bad guy number two. They grabbed Bad guy number subdued him and cuffed him. After which a buzzer sounded.
"Time!" a disembodied voice called out from above.
" Elapsed?" Valinda called out looking up.
" Eight minutes, thirty seconds, not you best time Kilmann." The man responded reading a stopwatch.
" That time was disgraceful, you accomplished the mission but, I know you can do better. We are going to keep doing this until that time comes down, or I get tired of it." Valinda told her crew ignoring the protests and whines of fatigue.
Valinda and the tech team reset the house, the actors and added in some new variables. Valinda and her team went thru the exercise several more times before the time came down to an acceptable number. By the time the last exercise was completed everyone had suffered a few paintball bruises. Now they all wanted an ice-cold beer, to go with the ice on their bruises. So they took off for a local bar called CHUMP CHANGE. An old pal of Valinda's owned it. They spent a good portion of the evening there before going their separate ways.
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