Editing this and going to try and complete it FINALLY!
Note - takes nothing about Saunders or the 'Subcommittee's Findings' book into context :D
Also… Walsh is in it. Always wondered why Jack claimed he owed his life to him, so I thought it could have been this mission!
First three parts were written two years ago, I tried to tidy them up but they may still be naff!
The cabin wasn't very large, although it fit the six men relatively well, they weren't too cramped. They were stationed in a rackety old hut, in the middle of rough terrain which was densely populated with trees. Bosnia was not the safest place to be during this time of conflict and chaos. In fact, it was one of the most dangerous places to be if you were an American soldier on an illegal, covert operation. However, this didn't cloud the men's vision too much, they knew why they were stuck in a shack in hostile territory, stewing under the suns unbearable heat. They were here to end Victor Drazens wrath. They were here to put an end to the chaos, and bring order.
The hut consisted of two rooms, a sitting area and a sleeping area, where they had stored their equipment on the dirt floor. That was all they needed, they weren't planning on extending their stay, if everything went to plan they would be in safe passage back to their homeland in under 24 hours, which is what they intended to do.
Their position was well hidden, deep inside the jungle like woods. This was an advantage as it kept them well hidden from the enemies glare whilst they prepared for the attack. However, every advantage can be turned into a disadvantage, and this was no different. Because there position was so well hidden, they would have a two mile trek through a rough and unfamiliar terrain, when they conducted their attack. However, this was the least of their worries for they were all fit and strong, well trained soldiers. Their only real concern was the enemy they were facing.
Victor Drazen was a man feared by many. He had slowly gained power and support over the years, and now he was one of the most powerful men in Bosnia. Drazen was in control of the constant conflict in Bosnia. He didn't try to prevent it, he encouraged it; because he profited heavily during the process. Whether it was in money, more supporters, or simply more weapons, it didn't matter; it all contributed to his power and kept him in control, which is why Operation Nightfall had been put into action.
Four of the six soldiers were sat on the dry dirt floor of the hut, the other two men out on watch. They weren't expecting to be spotted, but if they were, they would be ready. One man sat in front of a laptop, a thoughtful look consumed his features as he studied the screen. The other three men watched in an enveloped silence was they awaited his decision. The man ran a hand through his dirty blond hair as he thought. He was dressed in black combat standards, as were the others. He removed his hand from his hair and rubbed at the sweat that had formed at the back of his neck, a result of the suns intense heat.
"Okay." He said in a deep gravely voice. "I think this is the best place to position the device." He tapped at the keyboard a few more times before spinning the computer round so the other men could see the screen. On it were the schematics to Drazens compound, and a certain area had been highlighted.
The three men studied the image carefully and the man spoke again. "If we place it on the rear it will destroy the structure and the building will collapse. If the son of a bitch is lucky enough to escape the blast he will be crushed. Either way, he will die."
One of the men, Mark Fall spoke up, "Don't worry Jack, the amount of C-4 me and Chris are stocking into this baby, there's not a chance in hell anyone relatively near the building will survive, never mind those inside."
Jack smiled to himself as he listened to Mark. He had known him since he was first recruited to CTU, he had been a lower level field agent, but left to become an explosives expert. He was still as confident as ever, Jack thought to himself.
Thinking the conversation was over Michael pulled his huge frame off the ground and dusted himself off. He was a big man and he had to lean over so his head didn't hit the roof. "There's nothing wrong with being safe is there?" His deep voice asked Mark, with a hint of humour.
Mark shrugged and pointed back to the image on the screen again.
"Chris can attach the device there, we can strap it on. It will give the explosives more room to spread." He explained.
"Good," was all Jack said, before Web, who had been quiet through the discussion spoke up, directly to Jack.
"It's 7. Were up." Jack checked his watch to verify the time, and as though on signal, Chris and Scott entered the room. The men began to greet them and ask how the watch went.
"Man theirs not a soul in sight, those fus are gonna get the shock of their life when they realise we've been here! You might want to take a crossword with you Jack!" He laughed and patted Jack on the arm as he passed him.
All of the six men were, or had been soldiers at some point, and they all had their ranks. However, throughout the waiting period they functioned on a name to name basis. They all knew each other well and were more comfortable without the formalities. However, once they were out in the field they would function the standard way. It was how it always went. One minute friends, the next, military colleagues.
Their six man team was to be lead by Captain Jack Bauer. His second in command was Web, a lean man with shortly shaved blonde hair. He and Jack were close as they had been partners together in the L.A.P.D. before they went their separate ways in what seemed like a lifetime ago.
Two of the other soldiers were marines, Scott Base and Michael Hay. Michael was a big man who intimidated most people by his size alone. This was a contrast to Scott, who was relatively small. Jack liked standing with Scott as it made him look taller, but nobody knew of this. Despite his size Scot was a powerful man and what he lacked in size he certainly gained in speed. The remaining two men, Mark Fall and Chris South were experts in explosives with military background, a vital part of the team.
All the men were trained through different breaches of the military, although Jack was the only man with a history of special forces and Delta, which is how he had attained the role of the leader of the mission. It was he who had hand picked his present company, and with all of their capabilities together, he was positive they would not fail.