The Raid
Bankotsu glared into the holosight of his Barret M468. He raised a clenched hand and pointed to his right and waved his hand to the left. His squad broke into two and surrounded the perimeter. He motioned for the 1st Recon sniper to scout the area.
Sniper P.O.V
I glared down into the cross-hairs of my scope. I saw two Chinese infantry guarding the front gate. I moved the cross-hairs to the east and caught a glimpse of a lone soldier reading a book. From the insignia on his sleeve, he appeared to be a Colonel.
I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. I tagged him as he turned the page. I returned to normal breathing. I took my eyes off of the scope and pulled the bolt back from the L96A1 and slid it forward chambering a new round. I glanced over to Bankotsu who replied with a nod. He resumed his forward gaze. I took sight again.
Bankotsu P.O.V
I stared at the Chinese fortification. I lifted my binoculars to my face and stared at the window Chenowsy shot through. The Colonel sat still upright in the chair. The Lapua round cut through his head and left a neat hole in his face above the left eyebrow. The exit wound was presumably as big as a quarter or a half-dollar. I heard him shoot again and I followed the bullet's trail. He had killed a PFC. Entry wound under the right eye socket. I heard him cock the bolt again.
I whispered to him: "Clear the guards around the perimeter and prepare for entry."
He nodded and looked down his scope. He quickly took aim in the guard towers, reloaded his rifle, cocked the bolt, and fired round after round. I gazed at the targets hopelessly scrambling to find the source of the hail of death provided by an unknown assailant, as he picked them off one by one. Brain matter decorated the floors and walls. I motioned for 2nd squad to flank right after entry. I took spearhead of 1st squad.
General P.O.V
Bankotsu and his men traveled under the cover of the dark, Arctic nights. The Ice-Cap Wars will take a favorable turn for America and her allies tonight...
Bankotsu P.O.V
"Addams, plant the charge on the gate." I fell to a crouch and guarded his 6.
"Finished sir." He whispered.
I dug into the ice and the rest of the squads did the same. Addams faced away and blew the lock on the gate. I stood up and took point on the entry. As soon as the team was inside, snd squad broke off to flank the enemy. We engaged the remainder from the front. I aimed at a stunned Chinese soldier's chest and pulled the trigger and the 6.8 caliber round buried into his chest, exploding out of his back. I quickly turned to my 2:00 and gunned down a couple more with three quick bursts from my M468.
General P.O.V
Bankotsu's squad worked like clockwork, engaging the bulk of the defendants from the front, distracting them long enough for 2nd squad to flank the enemy's rear. Once the bulk of the resistance was slain Bankotsu and his squad breeched the doors to the compound. They carefully entered the compound with their rifles aimed through the dust.
Bankotsu P.O.V
I could make out a few bodies, standing and stunned. A Marine from behind me tagged them.
"Clear the ground floor squad 2, squad 1, clear the 2nd floor."
"Sir! Yes, sir!" They broke off.
I crept my way to the basement door and kicked it open with my booted foot. As the wooden door, hidden underneath a fake wall, turned into splinters, I re-aimed my rifle and slowly moved down the stairs. The dull sound of gunfire and bodies hitting the floors above me hummed constant, almost like a drummer playing the drums.
An area around the stairwell wall exploded, sending small pieces of stone and dry-wall onto my sleeve. I crushed myself against the wall and dug in the best I could. As muzzle flashes went off and hit the same spot, I threw down my Barrett and drew my Beretta 92F. Apparently my plan worked. Throwing my gun down the stairs tricked them into thinking I was dead. There was another problem however: A soldier was making his way up the stairs.
"Okay Ban, think. There's a solid wall here and..." I glanced up. "Perfect."
General P.O.V
As the Chinese soldier crept up the stairs out of sight of his comrades, he was grabbed and hoisted up by a strong pair of arms, the leverage being applied by a Ka-Bar knife through the bottom of his chin. The knife protruded out of the back of his neck, it severed his brain stem perfectly.
Bankotsu P.O.V
I laid the dead soldier quietly against the floor and took his Klashnakov AK-47. I sheathed my knife and quietly jumped down from the ledge. They had turned the lights on, I could see every one of them. They were special ops, placed there to protect a high value target. The military compound wasn't a military compound. It was a home… A home of a ruthless Chinese general.
"Killing him would force the Chinese occupation to end and withdraw to another continent." I silently changed into the dead soldier's clothing and put on his helmet and face guard. "It's a good thing I speak Chinese." I walked down the stairs.
I said in Chinese: "The American is dead, General Zhun."
He nodded and waved me over to him. "Good. Come here. You are going to be on the American television."
"Showtime…" I nodded and slowly made my way over to him.