Chapter Two has arrived. Many thanks for the support, it is greatly appreciated, please keep it coming :) I'm going to try and get as many chapters out as I can over the week to get the ball rolling and bring out the story more.
Chapter 2:
"Sixty seconds!" One of the chinook crew called out to the four members of the team, who sat ready to disembark from the helicopter. Tommy nodded and looked around at the others. "You heard that right. Stack up." The others stood up in the cargo bay, waiting for the signal to go.
Lee felt the helicopter lower down to the ground as he watched the rear hatch open. It was dark outside and the lights inside the bay illuminated a small patch of the field around them. "Go! Go!" Tommy barked before hopping off of the ramp into the clearing, followed by Dwight, Charlie and finally Lee. "You guys are some crazy mother fuckers, you know." The chinook crewman said as he watched them disembark. "We're Frogmen." Lee replied, "We're supposed to be."
Jogging down the ramp, he exited the helicopter and came to a crouch near the others. With his rifle aimed, he scanned the nearby area, checking for any potential hostiles. Nothing. It was the dead of night and the gentle warm breeze was the only cause of motion, causing the grass to slowly sway left to right. "You're good!" He heard Tommy call back to the pilot in the helicopter. The rotors began to pick up speed, causing the grass in the field to flatten out around them as the craft slowly lifted off of the ground. Within a matter of moments, the chinook was but a tiny speck in the night sky. That was it. It was just the four of them now.
Tommy stood, planting the stock of his M4 into the dirt as he looked at his watch, which had a built-in compass. "Alright. Now we have to head north up over the peak. We need to be at the target area by One AM." He looked at the others. "It's a bit too late to say you brought the wrong shoes for hiking." The Lieutenant joked as he started walking. Lee got up and followed. It was a long walk ahead of them and they had to start somewhere.
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"Are we there yet?" Dwight asked, half joking. "Cos I could just about use a break right now." Charlie groaned in annoyance. "Take a guess." She replied, "We've been walking for thirty minutes. Get over it." Lee decided to change the subject to distract Dwight, -he may have been the best sniper in the team, but his endurance was terrible for a SEAL.
"What was the video about that you were watching earlier?" He asked. The team sniper shook his head. "Nah, it was an inside joke, man. You wouldn't get it." Dwight replied. "It's something me and Dom got into a couple of days ago."
Lee nodded. "Ah, alright." He looked to Tommy. "So what happens after we waste this guy?" he spoke. "Killing Makarov will cut the head off of the Ultranationalist forces. Hopefully that might just give the Loyalists the chance they need to win."
"In English dude. English." Lee answered. Tommy sighed as he had to explain. "That means Russia might not turn into the Soviet Union 2.0. That's a good thing."
Another hour or so passed, and the team were nearing the peak of the small mountain. Over the other side was the valley in which Makarov's Safehouse was located. It was still some time before the sun came up, so they would still be under the radar for the most part.
Tommy came to a halt, quickly scanning the area before turning to his sister. "Alright, Charlie. Radio base and let them know we've reached the top." He then turned to the two snipers. "It's time for a break." Charlie nodded, kneeling down as she took off her radio pack. She passed the small plastic antennae to Dwight. "You mind putting this somewhere high up?" She asked. Dwight plucked the radio antennae from her hand and hopped up onto a rock formation, reaching as high as he could to rest the small device in a high branch on a tree.
Flicking through the channels, she found the one she needed. "Lightning Base, this is Lightning Zero-One. Come in." Charlie spoke into the headset. "Come in Lightning Base." The radio crackled for a moment, followed by indecipherable audio, which cleared up into the sound of someone speaking. "Roger that, Lightning Zero One. What is your situation, over?"
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Major-General Dennis Garret was sat in his office, sifting through a large stack of papers as he occasionally took a sip from a mug off coffee. A former Vietnam veteran, he had built up a long service record, meeting all kinds of famous faces such as Presidents Johnson and Carter and his old friend and fellow Army General Hershel Shepherd. The latter was alongside him in a photograph that sat on his desk. He looked at the photograph for a moment. It was a while since he had seen Shepherd in person, as he had been tasked to command forces in the Middle East, whilst Garret was over here on the border of China. He took another sip of coffee and looked at his work agaion when there was a knock at the door.
"General Garret?" A man spoke as he stood in the doorway. It was Captain Morton, another distinguished vet, hailing from Airborne. He was the commanding officer for the local regiment of Special Forces Aviators. "How can I help you, Captain?" Garret replied. The soldier stood straighter. "The SEAL Team has just radioed in, sir." He answered. Garret nodded, getting to his feet. Walking past his desk, he followed the Captain out of the office to the operations room, where several officers stood around one of the consoles, one of them talking to someone on their headset.
He approached the man with the headset. "Could you put it on loudspeaker?" he asked. The man replied and unplugged his headset, allowing the voice of Sergeant Charlotte Tyler as he plugged in the microphone.
"Sergeant, this is General Garret. What is your situation, over?" There was a couple of seconds delay. "Sir, we've reached the peak and are preparing to head over the other side." Charlie explained, her voice slightly fuzzy over the long distance. "Should be at the target area before sunrise." Garret folded his arms. "Outstanding, soldier. What's your estimated time for mission completion?" He asked her.
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"About another four hours, General." Charlie spoke into the receiver. "Will contact again after target is down." She added. "Solid copy. God's speed, SEALs." Garret spoke. "Lightning Base out."
Charlie put down the radio, clicking the receiver back into the backpack. "Dwight." She called out. "Get the antennae."
As the sniper got up to grab the antennae back from up the tree, Tommy sat down on one of the rocks. "We'll stay here another ten minutes. Then we cross over the other side and head to the sniper position."