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Chapter 6:

"Solid copy. See you at the rendezvous." Charlie spoke into the comms, grumbling. She looked to Lee. "No sight of our bad guy. Tommy's aborting the mission. We're going to meet him on the other side of the peak and hike it back to the insert point for evac." Lee looked at her in confusion. "So that's it?" He asked. "We just pack up and go home?" The comms officer shrugged, "I guess so."

...

Junior Lieutenant Alexei Ptelvoisky stared out of the window of the Safehouse on the ground floor, squinting through his sunglasses as the sun shone directly on the east side of the house. Where the hell is Pavlov and his team? He pondered. They were supposed to be back over an hour and a half ago. Yawning, he headed down the hall to the kitchen, where he planned on finding something for breakfast. Surely the officers wouldn't mind him sneaking a sandwich and some coffee. Besides, the coffee supplied in the barracks tasted like liquefied shit.

Turning on the kettle, Ptelvoisky heard banging on the front door followed by voices of concern. He heard the door open and someone stumble in, stammering in fear. It sounded like Nevski, one of Pavlov's men.
Switching off the kettle, he left the kitchen and headed to the hall where the commotion was coming from. Major Konstantinov was stood with a few soldiers around the panic stricken Nevski.
"What the hell happened?" the Major barked at the man. "What happened!?"

"They're dead, they're all dead!" Nevski whimpered in response. "They'd been shot!" Konstantinov nodded, backing away as he made eye contact with Ptelvoisky. "Put the base on full alert. I want Makarov and the generals out of here and troops up on that ridgeline!" He ordered.

Saluting, Ptelvoisky stormed out of the hall to the basement door. Unlocking it, he headed down the steps into the underground armory. Pulling down the handle on the alarm, he set it off as a siren wailed around the building. Opening the lockers, he passed rifles to the soldiers who entered the armory before grabbing one himself. He watched a couple of men load up RPDs and PKPs as Konstantinov and Nevski grabbed guns of their own. They were going out to find whoever had killed their men.

….

"Lightning Base this is Lightning Zero-One." Tommy spoke into the receiver. "We are aborting the mission. Heading to primary extraction point, over."
Lee watched the squad leader talk to command. That sealed the deal; they were leaving. That was a good sign, as they would be back at base by the early afternoon.
"Loud and clear, sir. Lightning Zero One over and out." Tommy passed the receiver back to his sibling as she packed up the radio.

Dwight stood up. "So, where to now?" He asked. "We head back down the mountain to the plateau we arrived at last night. We then hold out there until evac gets there. Let's move it."

….

Time seemed to drag as the four SEALs slowly made their way down the mountainside. The plateau was way down at the base of the mountain and it would be a good while before they got there, passing between hundreds of trees which spanned for miles around them.

"Hey do you guys hear that?" Dwight asked. Charlie shook her head, "Hear what?" She asked. Dwight gawked at the comms officer. "You can't hear that? What about you guys?" Tommy and Lee bot shook their heads. "Guys, I'm telling you! It…it sounds like…oh shit!"

By then, the others could hear it, the distant rumbling of a dozen vehicle engines. Their cover had been blown and now a massive Russian search party was making its' way down the mountain. They were a few miles away, but it wouldn't be long until they were close.

"Alright, dig in, people!" Tommy ordered, "Don't want them to catch us with our backs turned." He looked to the two snipers, pointing to a nearby rock formation "Lee, Dwight, I want you two behind that cover ready to give sniper fire." The two SEALs complied, jogging over and setting up their rifles. Tommy unhooked a few Claymores from his belt, passing them to Charlie. "Set 'em up on a perimeter around us. Two lines."
"Got it." His sister replied, taking the explosives and rushing off to plant them.

Hunkering down next to Lee, Tommy checked his carbine. Tugging on the charging handle gently, he flipped down the M4's dust cover, ready for the rifle to fire. Grabbing a handful of rocks, he set them up in a little pile in front of him, planting his gun into them to steady his aim before stretching himself out to a prone position. Lying flat on the rock, he scanned the forest for any enemies, waiting to give the order to open fire as he watched Charlie set herself down nearby.

Ten minutes passed. Still no sign of the enemy. Tommy checked his watch before looking around. He leaned over to his squadmate. "I'm going to do about five minutes of recon." He whispered to Lee. "You want some company?" The sniper asked. Tommy shook his head. Slowly getting up, he clambered over the rock and advanced cautiously up the hillside, keeping his head low.

He came up behind Charlie, patting her on the shoulder. "I'm gonna do some recon. I'll be back in five minutes. Stay here." He whispered again, creeping off into the woods, quickly disappearing into the foliage.

His watch silently ticked away as the Lieutenant swept his rifle around as he moved through the forest. The sound of the engines had died out a few minutes ago, meaning the enemy must have gotten out to go on foot instead.
Eventually, he reached the edge of the treeline, staring up at the jagged ridgeline above when he froze. There were several dark shapes stood at the top of the ridge, looking down the mountainside. Aiming through his scope, Tommy got a better view of them. Twenty-plus armed men were hesitantly making their way down the ridgeline towards him, unaware of his presence. They were coming.

….

Three minutes, fifty nine seconds, Lee was getting concerned as Tommy was not back yet. Scanning the area, he patiently waited for the squad leaders' return. Four minutes, ten seconds. Still nothing but the distant chirping of birds and the rustle of the wind in the trees.

At four minutes and fifty five seconds, Tommy emerged from a nearby bush, quickly scrambling back up onto the rock. "What's the sitrep?" Lee asked.
"You are about to get contacted!" The Lieutenant whispered back, getting into position.
Lee's eyes widened. "How fuckin' fast are these guys?" he asked angrily.
"Very fuckin' fast." Tommy replied, going to local comms. "Dwight, Charlie, Twenty-plus foot-mobiles on their way. From now on I want radio silence. Engage on Lee's shot."
Great, so I'm the icebreaker. Lee thought, adjusting himself slightly. The rock wasn't comfortable to lie on, but it gave his sniper rifle good stability to fire from.

Aiming down the sight, he could see movement in the trees a few hundred yards ahead. "Lee, you got eyes on?" Tommy asked. "Affirmative." He replied, fixing his crosshairs over one of the approaching Russians. He was waiting for them to get into range so that the others also had clear shots at their targets.

He focused in the target of his own. He looked more like a militiaman or mercenary in mismatched kit, but the pale blue beret indicated that the man was from the Russian Airborne. He looked a rough type, with shaved head, screwed up face and massive build, he could probably knock a man out in a single punch. But that wasn't going to happen. Not today.
Keeping his sights locked on the Russian's face, Lee thumbed off the MK.12's safety and rested his finger on the trigger. "Tommy." He whispered. "I'm about to light the fireworks…" Inhaling, he readied himself to fire.
Lee pulled the trigger.

Kaboom. And so the ball starts rolling...
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