Sniper part 2
Xander took the weapon from Captain Danny Freah's outstreatched hands.
"It'a an M40A." Xander said as he looked at the rifle with no scope. He was already cleared on the M40A rifle. Had been cleared for almost two years now. Freah only smiled while looking at the rifle. At roughly fourteen and one half pounds with a twenty four inch stainless steel barrell, it was a Remington. Xander nodded with a sigh.
"So, where's the scope?" Xander asked making Danny smile larger.
"Your an impatient one." Danny said thinking back to his encounter with the old woman who gave him his first lesson with the M40A. He had asked the same questions as Xander. Danny held up his right hand producing a small tornado shaped sight, in his left was a visor set with cords.
"Laser?" Xander asked a little confused at the sight. Danny shook his head again thinking of his first lesson.
"Hardly," he said, taking it from Xander's hands and mointing it on the gun. He fiddled with a pair of set screws on the side, held the visor out, squinted, frowned, fiddled some more, then smacked the top.
"Here," he said finally. "I'll get you some cartidges. The range is over there." Xander nodded as Danny moved away from him. Xander looked down at his weapon. The sight was perfectly mated to the weapon, allowing the usual adjustments for wind and range and providing a remarkable amount of light to the viewer. The visor thing, on the other hand, was dark.
"It can be adjusted." Danny said as he returned and began to play with the LED screen on the visor.
"Try it." Danny said as he handed Xander the shells. After loading the weapon Xander steadied it against his shoulder, firing from a standing position. The visor projected an image similar to a scope, though it was spread in an oval rather than a circle. A legend below the target read that the image was precisly one hundred meters away. The young man braced himself and fired. Bull's-eye.
"Wow." Xander said as he lowered the weapon. Danny smiled slightly and moved the target back, one hundred yards. Xander braced himself and fired. Dead-on. Danny moved the target back again.
"Touch the bottom of the screen." Xander did as told and a range-to-target legend appeared next to the cross-atch. Five hundred yards. Xander braced himself and squeezed the trigger, and missed. By a centimeter. Danny frowned slightly.
"Don't worry kid. You'll get used to it soon, I can hit at seven hundred dead-on" Xander only nodded mutely for a second before looking at Captain Freah.
"How the hell does this thing work?" He asked with disbelief in his voice. Danny Freah smiled and chuckled as he thought up the specks on the weapon.
"A focused magnetic pulse, two signals with the Doppler effect. If it were simply a laser you would have trouble shooting through water and glass." Xander again looked shocked.
"You can aim through glass?" He asked as he looked at the weapon in his hands. Danny nodded and grunted affirmative.
"With manuel corrections." Xander could only say one thing.
"I want one." Danny chuckled.
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Xander and Danny sat with four of the Whiplash team in the level B bar.
"Xander this is Frankie, Matt, Rich, and Helen. Group this is my newest and by far worst trainee." Danny said as he introduced Xander to the group. Xander laughed along with them as Danny went to get the beer.
"So you joining the team?" Rich Pearson asked as he leaned on the table. Rich was an African-American with a shaved head and tough guy persona. He was team Whiplash demoliton expert. He basically made and un-made bombs.
"No. The higher-ups wanted me trained and sent me here." Xander said as he surveyed the bar.
"They sent you to the right place. Danny's the best in the business." Frankie Marks said as he leaded back and streatched. Frankie was a caucasian young man of about twenty-five with a mustache. At 6'4" the man was a force to be recond with. His shoulders broad and his arms muscular he was team Whiplashs Hand Weapons expert. A man deadly without a gun or knife. Before the group could say anything more Danny Freah walked over in full strides.
"Whiplash has been called up. Get your gear and meet me in hanger eight. You to Xander. We need a six man team and we only have five. Up for it?" Xander's face turned to stone as he nodded.
"Yes sir." Danny looked at the group.
"Bust ass and meet me in hanger eight in ten minutes." The group rushed from the room to prepare.
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Xander sat on the plane. The KM2 armor he was wearing was heavy, to heavy to carry around really and most of the team had ditched all but the vest. Xander had wanted to but Danny wouldn't let him. Said that it could save his life and that he didn't want to get bitched at by the higher ups for getting Xander killed. Xander didn't blame him.
"Okay soldiers. This is what we're looking at. A plane to plane mid-flight exchange. Sound crazy enough for ya?" Danny rallied the troops with a fake smile. Xander seemed to be the least nervous of the bunch. But it was just a mask. He was scared shitless. Although it helped him to know that Zen was piloting the aircraft. Zen was tucked away in a cargo hold about fifty miles behind them in a B2 with his cockpit sit up. It was hard to fit a wheel chair in a real cockpit. But, Zen was the best pilot at Dreamland hell maybe in the nation. So he was givin the job and a few minor and or major changes were made to the F-117 the group were in. A co-pilot sat upfront just in case of an emergency but the plane was fully in the hands of Major Jeff 'Zen' Stockard. And those were the best hands to be in while in a plane.
"How do you want me going in Sir?" Xander asked as he finished tieing on his gear. Danny looked at him for a second before answering.
"Not two steps behind me Corporal. Your on my six at all times." Xander nodded showing his friend that he understood.
"You can count on me Sir." Xander said as he pu his MP5 on his shoulder. Danny didn't say anything. He didn't need to.
"Five minutes to targer sir." A voice said as it came from the cabin. Danny looked at his team with a smirk.
"Lock and load boys and girls. It's time to party."
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Zen sat in his wheelchair and held the stick that was in control of the F- 117. He had done this before. Well, something similiar to it anyway. He moved the stick forward slightly bringing the front nose down. He then added more power to the thrusters. 'Almost there.' he thought to himself. A second later.
"Got it!" He yelled into the radio.
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The team stood in the cramped space of the planes cargo area.
"Alright team. I'm going up first. Xander your with me. Frankie take up the rear. Helen..." Danny said the last name into his radio.
"Yes Captain?" Her thick voice came over the radio.
"Take care of the intelligence end. Send us info in fifteen minuted periodocals."
"Yes sir." She answered with a no nonsense tone. Xander couldn't help but smile had how well oiled the team seemed to be.
"Lets go boys. The after victory beer is on Xander." Xander looked like he was going to say something but didn't get the chance.
"Hurry it up Whiplash I can only hold it a few more minutes." Zens' very annoying voice came over line. Even he was chuckling.
"Pricks." Xander said with a smile on his face and in his voice. Then the group entered the tunnel to move to the 727 Boeing jet above them.
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Dreamland Command
Lt. Colonel Tecumseh 'Dog' Bastion stood in the command room. The roomf is lined with screens showing views of each Whiplash teammember.
"Looking good Captain. Remember watch your asses out there team." Dog said into his radio. A couple chuckles was all that was heard back. Then Danny came on the line.
"Don't worry about us Colonel. We've got your backs. Radio silence for ten minutes." Dog looked at the screen in fascination. This was going to be another make or break run. Whiplash could become a priority in the government funding programs. Or, it and Dreamland could be pushed so far into the background light wouldn't reach them. The pressure was on.
Xander took the weapon from Captain Danny Freah's outstreatched hands.
"It'a an M40A." Xander said as he looked at the rifle with no scope. He was already cleared on the M40A rifle. Had been cleared for almost two years now. Freah only smiled while looking at the rifle. At roughly fourteen and one half pounds with a twenty four inch stainless steel barrell, it was a Remington. Xander nodded with a sigh.
"So, where's the scope?" Xander asked making Danny smile larger.
"Your an impatient one." Danny said thinking back to his encounter with the old woman who gave him his first lesson with the M40A. He had asked the same questions as Xander. Danny held up his right hand producing a small tornado shaped sight, in his left was a visor set with cords.
"Laser?" Xander asked a little confused at the sight. Danny shook his head again thinking of his first lesson.
"Hardly," he said, taking it from Xander's hands and mointing it on the gun. He fiddled with a pair of set screws on the side, held the visor out, squinted, frowned, fiddled some more, then smacked the top.
"Here," he said finally. "I'll get you some cartidges. The range is over there." Xander nodded as Danny moved away from him. Xander looked down at his weapon. The sight was perfectly mated to the weapon, allowing the usual adjustments for wind and range and providing a remarkable amount of light to the viewer. The visor thing, on the other hand, was dark.
"It can be adjusted." Danny said as he returned and began to play with the LED screen on the visor.
"Try it." Danny said as he handed Xander the shells. After loading the weapon Xander steadied it against his shoulder, firing from a standing position. The visor projected an image similar to a scope, though it was spread in an oval rather than a circle. A legend below the target read that the image was precisly one hundred meters away. The young man braced himself and fired. Bull's-eye.
"Wow." Xander said as he lowered the weapon. Danny smiled slightly and moved the target back, one hundred yards. Xander braced himself and fired. Dead-on. Danny moved the target back again.
"Touch the bottom of the screen." Xander did as told and a range-to-target legend appeared next to the cross-atch. Five hundred yards. Xander braced himself and squeezed the trigger, and missed. By a centimeter. Danny frowned slightly.
"Don't worry kid. You'll get used to it soon, I can hit at seven hundred dead-on" Xander only nodded mutely for a second before looking at Captain Freah.
"How the hell does this thing work?" He asked with disbelief in his voice. Danny Freah smiled and chuckled as he thought up the specks on the weapon.
"A focused magnetic pulse, two signals with the Doppler effect. If it were simply a laser you would have trouble shooting through water and glass." Xander again looked shocked.
"You can aim through glass?" He asked as he looked at the weapon in his hands. Danny nodded and grunted affirmative.
"With manuel corrections." Xander could only say one thing.
"I want one." Danny chuckled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Xander and Danny sat with four of the Whiplash team in the level B bar.
"Xander this is Frankie, Matt, Rich, and Helen. Group this is my newest and by far worst trainee." Danny said as he introduced Xander to the group. Xander laughed along with them as Danny went to get the beer.
"So you joining the team?" Rich Pearson asked as he leaned on the table. Rich was an African-American with a shaved head and tough guy persona. He was team Whiplash demoliton expert. He basically made and un-made bombs.
"No. The higher-ups wanted me trained and sent me here." Xander said as he surveyed the bar.
"They sent you to the right place. Danny's the best in the business." Frankie Marks said as he leaded back and streatched. Frankie was a caucasian young man of about twenty-five with a mustache. At 6'4" the man was a force to be recond with. His shoulders broad and his arms muscular he was team Whiplashs Hand Weapons expert. A man deadly without a gun or knife. Before the group could say anything more Danny Freah walked over in full strides.
"Whiplash has been called up. Get your gear and meet me in hanger eight. You to Xander. We need a six man team and we only have five. Up for it?" Xander's face turned to stone as he nodded.
"Yes sir." Danny looked at the group.
"Bust ass and meet me in hanger eight in ten minutes." The group rushed from the room to prepare.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Xander sat on the plane. The KM2 armor he was wearing was heavy, to heavy to carry around really and most of the team had ditched all but the vest. Xander had wanted to but Danny wouldn't let him. Said that it could save his life and that he didn't want to get bitched at by the higher ups for getting Xander killed. Xander didn't blame him.
"Okay soldiers. This is what we're looking at. A plane to plane mid-flight exchange. Sound crazy enough for ya?" Danny rallied the troops with a fake smile. Xander seemed to be the least nervous of the bunch. But it was just a mask. He was scared shitless. Although it helped him to know that Zen was piloting the aircraft. Zen was tucked away in a cargo hold about fifty miles behind them in a B2 with his cockpit sit up. It was hard to fit a wheel chair in a real cockpit. But, Zen was the best pilot at Dreamland hell maybe in the nation. So he was givin the job and a few minor and or major changes were made to the F-117 the group were in. A co-pilot sat upfront just in case of an emergency but the plane was fully in the hands of Major Jeff 'Zen' Stockard. And those were the best hands to be in while in a plane.
"How do you want me going in Sir?" Xander asked as he finished tieing on his gear. Danny looked at him for a second before answering.
"Not two steps behind me Corporal. Your on my six at all times." Xander nodded showing his friend that he understood.
"You can count on me Sir." Xander said as he pu his MP5 on his shoulder. Danny didn't say anything. He didn't need to.
"Five minutes to targer sir." A voice said as it came from the cabin. Danny looked at his team with a smirk.
"Lock and load boys and girls. It's time to party."
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Zen sat in his wheelchair and held the stick that was in control of the F- 117. He had done this before. Well, something similiar to it anyway. He moved the stick forward slightly bringing the front nose down. He then added more power to the thrusters. 'Almost there.' he thought to himself. A second later.
"Got it!" He yelled into the radio.
~~~~~~~~~~~
The team stood in the cramped space of the planes cargo area.
"Alright team. I'm going up first. Xander your with me. Frankie take up the rear. Helen..." Danny said the last name into his radio.
"Yes Captain?" Her thick voice came over the radio.
"Take care of the intelligence end. Send us info in fifteen minuted periodocals."
"Yes sir." She answered with a no nonsense tone. Xander couldn't help but smile had how well oiled the team seemed to be.
"Lets go boys. The after victory beer is on Xander." Xander looked like he was going to say something but didn't get the chance.
"Hurry it up Whiplash I can only hold it a few more minutes." Zens' very annoying voice came over line. Even he was chuckling.
"Pricks." Xander said with a smile on his face and in his voice. Then the group entered the tunnel to move to the 727 Boeing jet above them.
~~~~~~~~~
Dreamland Command
Lt. Colonel Tecumseh 'Dog' Bastion stood in the command room. The roomf is lined with screens showing views of each Whiplash teammember.
"Looking good Captain. Remember watch your asses out there team." Dog said into his radio. A couple chuckles was all that was heard back. Then Danny came on the line.
"Don't worry about us Colonel. We've got your backs. Radio silence for ten minutes." Dog looked at the screen in fascination. This was going to be another make or break run. Whiplash could become a priority in the government funding programs. Or, it and Dreamland could be pushed so far into the background light wouldn't reach them. The pressure was on.
