Chapter 6- Infiltration
The seaplane flew over the Hudson River for about twenty minutes. Raiden used this time to examine his gear, first unsheathing his blade and examining it, swinging it in front of him a few times, a test drill that he always did with a blade. He swung vertically, horizontally, left to right, right to left, and diagonally. He practiced his lunge, and he practiced striking with the blunt side of the blade. He put the blade up in front of his face, practicing his guard.
He put the blade away and took out his M4. He cocked it, and put the safety lock on, so that even if he accidentally pulled the trigger, it would not fire. He looked through the scope, and tried to hold it as steady as he could. He put it back, and decided to take a good look his tracker. On the screen was a grid with green lines that showed the coordinates of his current location. There was a green dot that was constantly moving east. He could only assume that it was him. There was nothing on the screen indicating the location of the base, but they had just taken off. On the bottom of the tracker was a horizontal keypad with the numbers one to ten.
"Raiden, listen carefully," said the male agent as the woman piloted the seaplane. We will drop you off in the Hudson River, about thirty meters from shore. We cannot go any farther than that without risking sight. You will have to swim the rest of the way to the island. Once you get there, contact us immediately and report what you see. The frequency is 144.50. Use the tracker on your wrist to locate the base and get in at any cost. Here we are, Raiden." The seaplane landed on the water, softly, not creating a single ripple. Raiden went to the door of the seaplane after putting his oxygen mask on. "Jump on my count, Raiden. Three... two... one... go!" Raiden dove gracefully into the water, barely creating a ripple in the water. He went under the water, swimming nimbly through the water. He didn't need to come up for air very often, as the oxygen mask provided extra air that he needed. As he got closer to the shore, he slowed down, not swimming anymore, in a sense, but just allowing the current to carry him to the shore so that the enemy wouldn't hear him. He had to be careful, however, to maintain control of his path somewhat so that the current would not take him where he didn't want to go.
He poked his head over the water to get a look at the island. He saw jeeps riding by, some carrying supplies, others carrying and deploying soldiers. He figured that he might be able to hitch a ride on one of the jeeps to get to the base. That would save him valuable time and energy.
He climbed up on the shore, his all black and gray attire helping him blend in with the environment. It was a barren place; probably the outskirts of Manhattan, dirt and rocks covering the entire area, Jack's boots making a crunching sound every time he took a step.
Jack crouched down, surveying the area. He knew he would never catch any of the moving jeeps without getting caught, so he had to make them stop somehow so he could get on, but without being detected. He then figured out a way that he could do just that. He waited for a jeep to pass by him, and readied a chaff grenade. Jack was planning to throw the grenade near one of the jeeps, and then sneak in one after it stopped. He threw the grenade in the path of the jeep, and it detonated on impact. The jeep suffered no damage, but it stopped suddenly, unable to function, the driver obviously surprised, just as he had hoped.
Raiden slowly moved toward the jeep, hoping that the driver would not take off before he got there. It wasn't too far away, and Jack was halfway there when the driver stepped out of the jeep and looked around. He used the gun on his flashlight to get a better look and spotted Raiden.
"Intruder!" he yelled. Fortunately for Raiden, no one else heard him. He immediately took out his M4 and lined up a shot through the scope. The guard fired a few bullets at Raiden, before grabbing his radio off of his hip. Raiden was able to line up a good shot, first shooting the radio, sparks coming from it, blood pouring out of the guard's hand, which Jack had apparently hit as well. He then used the time he had as the guard was tending to his wound to line up a headshot, and pull the trigger, blood pouring from underneath the balaclava. He landed, dead, in front of the jeep, and Raiden rushed over, trying not to make too much noise. He then took off the soldier's balaclava, wiping off the blood on the ground, taking off his oxygen mask, and placing the balaclava on his own head. He then took the soldier's BDU (Battle Dress Uniform) and slipped it on over his wet suit, put his dog tags on his neck, and holstered the gun on his front, as all the soldiers did. He dragged the soldier's body over to the river and dumped it in, disposing of his handiwork. He went back to the jeep and got in the driver's seat. Luckily, he was carrying supplies, and not deploying other soldiers. He drove up to the base, and got out, going to the back of the jeep. He opened the door in the back and saw several crates of supplies on carts. He grabbed the handles of the cart and wheeled it out of the jeep and into the base, through the sliding doors. He then went back out and got another cart of supplies and wheeled it in. He was nervous, sweating under the balaclava, but the guards paid no attention to him. He wheeled the last cart in, and stayed inside. He hid in a dark corridor and heard his codec ring.
The seaplane flew over the Hudson River for about twenty minutes. Raiden used this time to examine his gear, first unsheathing his blade and examining it, swinging it in front of him a few times, a test drill that he always did with a blade. He swung vertically, horizontally, left to right, right to left, and diagonally. He practiced his lunge, and he practiced striking with the blunt side of the blade. He put the blade up in front of his face, practicing his guard.
He put the blade away and took out his M4. He cocked it, and put the safety lock on, so that even if he accidentally pulled the trigger, it would not fire. He looked through the scope, and tried to hold it as steady as he could. He put it back, and decided to take a good look his tracker. On the screen was a grid with green lines that showed the coordinates of his current location. There was a green dot that was constantly moving east. He could only assume that it was him. There was nothing on the screen indicating the location of the base, but they had just taken off. On the bottom of the tracker was a horizontal keypad with the numbers one to ten.
"Raiden, listen carefully," said the male agent as the woman piloted the seaplane. We will drop you off in the Hudson River, about thirty meters from shore. We cannot go any farther than that without risking sight. You will have to swim the rest of the way to the island. Once you get there, contact us immediately and report what you see. The frequency is 144.50. Use the tracker on your wrist to locate the base and get in at any cost. Here we are, Raiden." The seaplane landed on the water, softly, not creating a single ripple. Raiden went to the door of the seaplane after putting his oxygen mask on. "Jump on my count, Raiden. Three... two... one... go!" Raiden dove gracefully into the water, barely creating a ripple in the water. He went under the water, swimming nimbly through the water. He didn't need to come up for air very often, as the oxygen mask provided extra air that he needed. As he got closer to the shore, he slowed down, not swimming anymore, in a sense, but just allowing the current to carry him to the shore so that the enemy wouldn't hear him. He had to be careful, however, to maintain control of his path somewhat so that the current would not take him where he didn't want to go.
He poked his head over the water to get a look at the island. He saw jeeps riding by, some carrying supplies, others carrying and deploying soldiers. He figured that he might be able to hitch a ride on one of the jeeps to get to the base. That would save him valuable time and energy.
He climbed up on the shore, his all black and gray attire helping him blend in with the environment. It was a barren place; probably the outskirts of Manhattan, dirt and rocks covering the entire area, Jack's boots making a crunching sound every time he took a step.
Jack crouched down, surveying the area. He knew he would never catch any of the moving jeeps without getting caught, so he had to make them stop somehow so he could get on, but without being detected. He then figured out a way that he could do just that. He waited for a jeep to pass by him, and readied a chaff grenade. Jack was planning to throw the grenade near one of the jeeps, and then sneak in one after it stopped. He threw the grenade in the path of the jeep, and it detonated on impact. The jeep suffered no damage, but it stopped suddenly, unable to function, the driver obviously surprised, just as he had hoped.
Raiden slowly moved toward the jeep, hoping that the driver would not take off before he got there. It wasn't too far away, and Jack was halfway there when the driver stepped out of the jeep and looked around. He used the gun on his flashlight to get a better look and spotted Raiden.
"Intruder!" he yelled. Fortunately for Raiden, no one else heard him. He immediately took out his M4 and lined up a shot through the scope. The guard fired a few bullets at Raiden, before grabbing his radio off of his hip. Raiden was able to line up a good shot, first shooting the radio, sparks coming from it, blood pouring out of the guard's hand, which Jack had apparently hit as well. He then used the time he had as the guard was tending to his wound to line up a headshot, and pull the trigger, blood pouring from underneath the balaclava. He landed, dead, in front of the jeep, and Raiden rushed over, trying not to make too much noise. He then took off the soldier's balaclava, wiping off the blood on the ground, taking off his oxygen mask, and placing the balaclava on his own head. He then took the soldier's BDU (Battle Dress Uniform) and slipped it on over his wet suit, put his dog tags on his neck, and holstered the gun on his front, as all the soldiers did. He dragged the soldier's body over to the river and dumped it in, disposing of his handiwork. He went back to the jeep and got in the driver's seat. Luckily, he was carrying supplies, and not deploying other soldiers. He drove up to the base, and got out, going to the back of the jeep. He opened the door in the back and saw several crates of supplies on carts. He grabbed the handles of the cart and wheeled it out of the jeep and into the base, through the sliding doors. He then went back out and got another cart of supplies and wheeled it in. He was nervous, sweating under the balaclava, but the guards paid no attention to him. He wheeled the last cart in, and stayed inside. He hid in a dark corridor and heard his codec ring.