Chapter 10: Moving In

GC, St Athan

Thompson was worried, he knew the NID were coming, that was actually his biggest advantage, it meant he and his people would be prepared when the NID came, but he would almost certainly lose people. Unlike the NID, the Admiral had a problem with that, he didn't like to lose people, but still, he would do what the situation needed, he hoped. He signed, and looked over the report again. Tonight, the NID goons were coming tonight, and as far as Intel could tell, they were all former Special Forces operatives, Seals, Rangers, Force Recon and Delta. Up against them he had a frontline force of 100 SAS, 50 SBS, and when the shooting actually started he would be call upon a full 350 soldiers of the Royal Welsh who were permanently stationed at the base, since before the RSS was founded. However they had no combat-capable aircraft on base, the closest being 5 Longbow Apaches that had quietly hidden themselves over at Landow, in the old WW2 hangers there. According to the latest reports, there were at least 450 NID operatives coming, several local elements had been seen receiving money and guns from NID operatives and both St Athans and Cardiff-Wales internationals radars had been having intermittent low level contacts appear all day. The Swiftsure class SSN HMS Sceptre was shadowing a large freighter just outside the 5-mile limit, which appeared to have been modified to carry Harrier jump jets. The NID had played its entire hand; if they failed here today they would be crippled.

"Admiral! Intel just got word that an Airwolf class attack helicopter is in the area and under NID control" The ensign who delivered the message was puzzled, a helo buff, she thought she knew every combat helo type in existence and Airwolf class was not one she had heard of before, judging by the curses, she guessed the admiral had though.

Thompson grabbed his mobile, not trusting the landlines, not with an NID attack imminent. Thompson had Hawk and Dominic's number; in fact he owed them a big favour, as they and Airwolf had successfully extracted him from KGB hands just four years prior to the fall of the Berlin wall, back when he was only a wet behind the ears Lieutenant.

"Santini Air here, how may I help?"

"Hawk, its Thompson here, you still got the bird?"

"To which bird are you referring Admiral?"

"The one is used last time I visited"

"Still here, and in pretty good shape, why?"

"Nothing much, just a carbon-copy being reported on my doorstep, no biggie"

"Shit!"

A muffled crump disturbed the call, and the admiral switched the phone off quickly, it sounded as if the attack had began, early.