One way op: Last Light
Chapter Five
Last light was half an hour away, we stayed up re-planning our scheme. Kiwi was on the radio trying to get through to home. Nothing but static. He changed the Arial over to make sure it wasn't the radio.
"Dave, what are the chances of us being given the wrong co-ordinates?"
"Not likely mate, they double check these things." But then again, we are on another planet, its never been tested before and were quite a distance from home so…yanno." "We could well be on our own here." "Just keep trying mate."
It wouldn't be long before we would have to make the decision about when to make the attack, we were 3 days early. They looked like they were preparing another 10 Bandits at least. The amount of weapons they had wracked up was an incredible sight. We discussed the situation between us and made the decision to observe for as long as were not compromised for two days. Two days was more than enough to observe, all we needed was to see what information we could get to help us. Although we were right on top of the base now we desperately needed to move. We hooked the wart hogs cable to two men in front of the vehicle so as not to turn on the engine and make noise to compromise us. We started tear-arsing across what seemed like a desert like rock plain kind of environment. The rest of the boys were keeping an eye out ready to put down cover fire. We discovered that the covanents suit actually gives off an infra red glow, which evidently can be seen in our night vision, so each member had the NVAA on to keep an eye out. Moving like this was extremely dangerous and the desert was making the work ten times harder to drag because the wheels just dragged through the sand instead of rolling. Slowly but surely we changed our position to a perfect waddi about 50 ft high and about a mile away. It was perfect, you could see the base so easy and it made it difficult for the enemy to sneak up on us. Each member took turns on the S2 sniper rifle. Who was accompanied by a gunner in case the shit hit the fan. It was half an hour shifts and everyone took turns in napping and doing recreational relevant activities such as reading, zeroing sights on the weapon, cleaning equipment and best of all…eating. We changed the shifts over loading and unloading the weapons as a safety precaution. It was my turn. I held the warm weapon under my arm and had a quick look about the camp; Mike sorting out his weapon, complaining that Gary hadn't put the magazine on properly. He gave the mag a quick slap on the bottom cursing something has his hand made contact with the mag.
"Jesus, there must be about two-hundred to three-hundred elites down there."
"Fucking hell is that right?" "Just make sure you keep the safety on, I don't want you letting a round loose and compromising us."
"What do I look like?" "Its on."
I could hear him chuckling in his helmet and shaking his head. It was getting quite chilly now. My visor was fogging up. I took off my helmet and pressed the thermal button which activated the wires in the visor and heated it up; a bit like the back window of a car. I re-attached the helmet to my suit and watched the water vapour clear. I wasn't as cold as some people. Fucking Mike sat next to me chattering away. I could hear his fucking weapon rattling. I had great blood circulation due to all the running I've done. I loved to run; I ran in the mountains a lot. I just come back down after a week training in them. It was amazing. When you run in the mountains your body doesn't have as much oxygen as it would on ground level, so it thinks 'shit!' and creates more blood cells which contains what everyone knows as haemoglobin which carries oxygen. When you come back down to ground level the speed and the distance you can run at comfortably is the most amazing experience ever. It's like the dream you have that your flying.
The Thirty minutes dragged by extremely slow. The wind whistling in the groves of our suits. The sound of what I thought was some kind of bird, but then again it could have been the cowardice screams of the grunts and jackals that would get bullied by the elites. Some of the things they did to them I must admit were quite amusing. Last year we found a jackal with both feet stuffed in its mouth. It was still alive. I had to ask Dinger to cover me because I couldn't hold my weapon. Austin and Kiwi came over and prodded me on the shoulder with two fingers.
"Times up boys; get yourselves a brew."
"Goodo mate glad to hear that." And with that I got up and dragged myself down to the middle of the waddie and sat myself up against a wheel of one of the warthogs. I rooted through my kit and pulled out the silver bullet flask we had found on the pelican earlier. It was still warm. I whipped off my helmet and took a massive gulp and wretched and cringed. I was so cold that the coffee burnt my mouth! Mike found it funny, sat there giggling to himself.
"Shut up before I shoot you" I threatened.
He didn't take it seriously coz he seemed to slump side-wards holding his side. I could hear Austin quietly releasing the moving parts forward after checking the chamber was cleared; Kiwi doing the same with the MA5B. Mike sat up after pissing himself laughing and cleared his throat and continued Kiwi's work on the radio. The night passed quick and uneventfully. The most eventful aspect of the night was Lee sneezing and twating the peak of his helmet on the scope of his weapon. He stroked it better as if it had feelings and apologised whilst he inspected the lenses. We all laughed. Morning arrived and It was time to get our heads down. The watches continued through the day till Last light when I was awoken by Andy. I propped myself up on my elbow, letting the weapon I was hugging slide from my grip.
"There has been three elites leaving the base and moved ten o-clock from the position of the base"
"Have they come back?" I said sleepily removing my helmet I had fell asleep in and rubbing my eyes.
"No, but six rafes and twenty-odd hunters did."
I sat bolt upright.
"Where the fuck are they going with that!" I whispered
"God knows, that's why I woke you up"
I looked over to kiwi who was sending information on the recent events through repeating them twice in hopes that they would go through but no doubt they wouldn't get a reply.
"Anything, Kiwi?"
He shook his head in reply.
"Gimmie a minute let me see" I picked up the mono-lense binoculars I had packed and lay on the edge of the waddie looking down on the base. He was right, there were twenty odd hunters lined up in what looked like some formation and the rafes were lined up behined with six elites huddled together between the fourth and fifth rafe. I assumed they were the drivers.
"What are we doing Dave?"
"We'll wait till night, we'll get two people to go in and snoop around"
"I'll go" Andy stated immediately.
"If that's your cuppa tea mate."
I explained the situation to everyone. Gary opted to be Andy's oppo on this one. Once I had volunteers I then gave the plan out.
"Your going down there in your boxers."
He gave me a look to say "your joking" and then his expression changed when he realised I wasn't joking.
"I knew this was too good, now I gotta go fucking starkers, I didn't wear any pants did I?" "I thought the banana hammock in my trousers would be fine." Gary got undressed so the clinking of his armour didn't make any noise down on the base. Andy did the same, except he had underwear on. Kiwi wolf whistled.
"Fuck you, Kiwi, you navy boys are all the same, even if you were in the Marines." We all laughed. It was dark now, and was getting cold.
"The sooner you get this done the sooner you get your trousers back on, but don't cock it up."
We were all in fits of laughter as Gary and Andy jogged down the hill in pitch black with the MA5B swinging about on their backs. I spoke through the head set to Andy and Gary.
"I want you to let me know exactly what you see down there."
"Got it."
I watched through the mono-lense as Andy carefully opened the door and knelt there watching the corridor before him down his sights. Gary Swinging his weapon round the corner doing the same. Above him.
"Watch where your cock is going Gaz" We all laughed. We could hear what was being said to each other down our own headsets.
"Suck it, knob head." We were all creasing ourselves laughing trying not to shout out with laughter. We could hear nothing but the commands and comments they were passing to each other
"Go" Andy whispered "Following"
I assumed they were clearing rooms from the commands they were giving.
"Oi Dave, there are some documents, illustrations, and a video going for some reason."
"Hurry up in there grab the lot and get out."
"Shit."
I could hear panicked whispers in my ear piece.
"There's someone coming."
"Just get out lads."
I was expecting a load of fire and two naked blokes come running out the front door. Instead two naked blokes came flying out what I assumed was a windowless window frame, because there was no glass shattering or anything. They lay right against the wall of the building, in hopes of not being seen. They began to crawl to the edge of the building which met the wall with the door they had entered. They got up and volted the fence and started tear arsing it up the hill. When they finally arrived, the two gasping pussies sat down on the floor Gary passing me the creased pieces of paper. He then threw on his trousers and fitted the rest of his suit as Andy did the same. Lee and Austin were watching the base below.
"There doesn't seem to be any alarm or excitement down there Dave, its quite calm."
"Goodo, the last thing we need at the moment is a contact."
Mikes finger shot to the middle of the page. There was a bandit over a large what looked like a bridge and a tall tower. With a small marking which mean 'X 100'.
"Jesus Christ is that London?"