"Good morning and welcome to this year's War Games." Lieutenant General
Vidrine said. "It's been the Air Force's turn to organise the event this
year and who hope we have a very good team for you to be up against.
Colonel O'Neill will brief you on more specifics of your mission. Colonel?"
The General prompted.
"Thank you sir." Jack said. "This is Monroe Island. It is ten miles across and covers a variety of terrains. There are helos waiting to take you to your designated insertion points. The points we selected at random, so nobody has an unfair advantage. The team you're up against has had three hours to lose themselves on the island. You have three days to find and capture them; if their whole team is not capture they are free to mount rescue missions. You're not allowed to aid other teams. You each are provided with a gun which shots blanks which have been modified to shot out a different coloured dye for each team. The target teams dye is red. If they manage to get you on the forehead that counts as a kill shot and that member of your team has to sit out the rest of the games."
"What if we get them in the forehead?" One of the Air Force Special Forces called.
"Your objective is to capture them alive, but if they get a kill shot they know they are out of the games too." Jack replied.
"So who are we up against?" One of the SEALs called.
"A hand selected team of Air Force Officers. They were all selected because they are good in areas which are required for this situation. Expect them to give you a run for your money, they won't be easy targets, they have specific training for this exercise and a highly detailed plan."
"How do you know that sir?" Some else called.
"Because I work with them everyday. I've seen their plans, they are not your typical keep hiding and hoping not to get captured. They'll fight you every step of the way. The team is lead by Major Carter and consists of Captain Cracknell, Captain Tiner, Lieutenant Salter, Lieutenant Jenkins and Murray."
"Murray, what's he got no rank?" One of the Delta Force guys asked.
"No. He's on the Air Force payroll, but not a member of the Air Force. But don't let that make you think he's going to be an easy target; he's spent more years in combat situations and most of your teams combined. You'll each be given tracking devices so we can monitor your locations, clip it on the back of your shirt collar. If there is a problem and you need the medivac then give it a quarter to turn to the right and press the button in, that will make your signal flash and we'll know you need help, you'll also have a radio but only for emergencies, the frequencies will be monitored."
"Any thing else we need to know about this team we're up against?"
"They are trained not to look at things for just one angle; most of them have scientific expertise as well as combat training."
"Scientists?" Someone scoffed.
"Take if from me they are more than capable of holding their own. They're good. If more than fifty percent of you return without a kill shot I'll be surprised. Besides which this is not about how good you claim to be it's about how good you are."
"What's Carter like?"
"She's good, logical and give her five minutes and she'll build you a bomb."
"Her? They have us up against a woman?" There was a chuckle of laughter.
"If I was captured, I'd rather have her team come after me than any of you. There is a reason why there aren't any women on your teams, but where we work the women are just as good if not better than most of the men. They may not be as gung ho as you are about things but that doesn't have to be a bad thing."
"Just how well do you know this team Colonel."
"I know each one of them personally. They wouldn't be here if they weren't the best at what they do. So go out there and do your best and hope it's good enough."
"Thank you Colonel." General Vidrine said. "And he's not just saying that because the Major is his wife. They are good, some of the best in the world, don't under estimate them. Helos leave in ten minutes, collect your gear and maps on your way out. If you're not on your designated helo your team has to do without you. Move out."
"They put his wife in charge of this ops. This will be a piece of cake." One of the Marines muttered, Jack heard.
"Hey Gateman."
"Colonel." He said.
"I understand you know Major Walker."
"Yes sir."
"He trusts her with his life, whether she's my wife or not." Jack said. "You'd better hurry wouldn't want you to be left behind."
"You really think they're up to this Colonel?" Vidrine asked as the helos took off.
"They have a plan which would win any war. Don't worry they'll hold their own."
"Then let's go to the control room to observe."
TBC
"Thank you sir." Jack said. "This is Monroe Island. It is ten miles across and covers a variety of terrains. There are helos waiting to take you to your designated insertion points. The points we selected at random, so nobody has an unfair advantage. The team you're up against has had three hours to lose themselves on the island. You have three days to find and capture them; if their whole team is not capture they are free to mount rescue missions. You're not allowed to aid other teams. You each are provided with a gun which shots blanks which have been modified to shot out a different coloured dye for each team. The target teams dye is red. If they manage to get you on the forehead that counts as a kill shot and that member of your team has to sit out the rest of the games."
"What if we get them in the forehead?" One of the Air Force Special Forces called.
"Your objective is to capture them alive, but if they get a kill shot they know they are out of the games too." Jack replied.
"So who are we up against?" One of the SEALs called.
"A hand selected team of Air Force Officers. They were all selected because they are good in areas which are required for this situation. Expect them to give you a run for your money, they won't be easy targets, they have specific training for this exercise and a highly detailed plan."
"How do you know that sir?" Some else called.
"Because I work with them everyday. I've seen their plans, they are not your typical keep hiding and hoping not to get captured. They'll fight you every step of the way. The team is lead by Major Carter and consists of Captain Cracknell, Captain Tiner, Lieutenant Salter, Lieutenant Jenkins and Murray."
"Murray, what's he got no rank?" One of the Delta Force guys asked.
"No. He's on the Air Force payroll, but not a member of the Air Force. But don't let that make you think he's going to be an easy target; he's spent more years in combat situations and most of your teams combined. You'll each be given tracking devices so we can monitor your locations, clip it on the back of your shirt collar. If there is a problem and you need the medivac then give it a quarter to turn to the right and press the button in, that will make your signal flash and we'll know you need help, you'll also have a radio but only for emergencies, the frequencies will be monitored."
"Any thing else we need to know about this team we're up against?"
"They are trained not to look at things for just one angle; most of them have scientific expertise as well as combat training."
"Scientists?" Someone scoffed.
"Take if from me they are more than capable of holding their own. They're good. If more than fifty percent of you return without a kill shot I'll be surprised. Besides which this is not about how good you claim to be it's about how good you are."
"What's Carter like?"
"She's good, logical and give her five minutes and she'll build you a bomb."
"Her? They have us up against a woman?" There was a chuckle of laughter.
"If I was captured, I'd rather have her team come after me than any of you. There is a reason why there aren't any women on your teams, but where we work the women are just as good if not better than most of the men. They may not be as gung ho as you are about things but that doesn't have to be a bad thing."
"Just how well do you know this team Colonel."
"I know each one of them personally. They wouldn't be here if they weren't the best at what they do. So go out there and do your best and hope it's good enough."
"Thank you Colonel." General Vidrine said. "And he's not just saying that because the Major is his wife. They are good, some of the best in the world, don't under estimate them. Helos leave in ten minutes, collect your gear and maps on your way out. If you're not on your designated helo your team has to do without you. Move out."
"They put his wife in charge of this ops. This will be a piece of cake." One of the Marines muttered, Jack heard.
"Hey Gateman."
"Colonel." He said.
"I understand you know Major Walker."
"Yes sir."
"He trusts her with his life, whether she's my wife or not." Jack said. "You'd better hurry wouldn't want you to be left behind."
"You really think they're up to this Colonel?" Vidrine asked as the helos took off.
"They have a plan which would win any war. Don't worry they'll hold their own."
"Then let's go to the control room to observe."
TBC