Chapter 4: Operation Rupa Dupe, part 2
AN:A pm asking about the positions of the soldiers.
Delta One (Mac Delroy) Team leader, M16A4
Delta Two (Keith Biggs) Communication's specialist, M4
Delta Three (Clayton Fletcher) Anti-Tank, M16A4 and collapsible rocket tube
Delta Four (?) Designated Marksman, M24
Delta Five (Leo Sanchez) Auto Rifleman, M249
Also I am going on complete realism in this fic just enough to give it a military feel, because who wants to constantly Google what they are reading to understand it.
[Ruben Field, Four]
"So you get the best of both worlds?" jeered Three
"We are being shot at" I pointed out
"Happens all the time" he brushed it off "So answer the question"
We were currently working our way up the hill to our objective, the fang making us work for every inch of ground. We had split into two groups and moving in a leap frog manner. One group would cover the other as it moved up, then the group ahead would do the same for the group in the back. With me was Fletcher and Biggs….
My two favorite people in the whole military. They would be fine soldiers if not for their horrible sense of humor and perverted nature to top it off. The Fang were keeping their heads down and only coming up when they had moved to a different position. These guys had a little experience under their belts.
"Air support would be nice" Three yelled over the sound of gunfire.
"You're not that important" I didn't bother correcting Two on how we were on team meaning he was also unloved.
One of the bastards popped up long enough for me to line in a shot. The bullet flew through the mask tearing the side of it off to reveal an empty mask.
What? Then it hit me, theoretically and literally. The bullet tore through the top of my shoulder before I could take cover. They played me like a fool, I yelped as I fell behind the ridge we were using as cover clutching my injury.
Three was on me in an instant "Man down! Four you alright?!" I pushed him away with my good hand while nodding an affirmative. He looked like he was going to argue but held his tongue. Being the youngest meant being babied by the others. The bullet wasn't very deep; slowed down a lot by my body armor. I could fight for a while longer or at least until we found a better spot to give me proper first aid. That aura crap would be a real nice commodity in my line of work.
I primed a grenade and threw it with my good arm to where I judged their ammo supply to be. A few seconds passed before it exploded taking with it nothing…
Today is just one of those days. These guys were no city guards that much was obvious, There looked to be about half a dozen men left and they did not appear to be losing anytime soon. If things didn't change soon we would need to in support from the Army. A rocket tore through the trees in front of us sailing over our heads. Not that kind of change!
We probably have less than thirty seconds before he's ready to fire again! If our luck stays on the course it's been then this time he won't miss. Not one keen on change our luck more in store for us as a man stood up with a rocket in his hand; they must have had two preloaded.
The man along with the front of the sandbags disappeared in in smoke from the rockets misfire. Now I've seen it all. Not one to let a chance like this go to waste our squad advanced up the hill. The remaining Fang members now panicked stood up out of safety to try and stop us from gaining ground. They were torn apart by the combined fire of our weapons.
We crossed what use to be the a line of sandbags, a discharge of a weapon to my right alerting me one of my squad mates helping one of the Fang cross over to the other side. The 'nest' wasn't very impressive. The Army had was wrong about this being a machine gun nest, it looked to be more of a guard post. A few tents and table with maps.
"This this Delta team, Objective secure." Lt said into his radio
We swept the rest of the camp while he radioed in our status. This place had a very 'lived in' look to it; they had been here a while.
"Alpha and Bravo have cleared there side, our orders are remain here and watch their ass while the Army harasses them with heavy ordinance through the night." Informed Lt
Five nudged me with his elbow "It's all for show, the army wants to lower their morale and force them to surrender. It won't work, do you know why?" I shook my head
"You haven't noticed something about these guys we've been fighting?" Another head shake "Most of the White Fangs soldiers are just kids. These guys were veterans."
Why would the Fang focus all of its manpower on this dump? There's absolutely nothing here worth fighting for?
[Ruben Field, Erwin Rommel]
Being a fox faunus most people would associate with me trickery and lies. Deception is the true art of war, make your enemy think they are ones on the offensive. Put a dot on a piece of blank paper and one's attention will focus solely on that dot while becoming blind to the rest of the paper.
The walls shook from the constant shelling, dust flying everywhere. I hated war; loathed it with a passion. I'd rather be setting at home with my youngest boy on my lap while listening to the oldest bicker. It brought a smile to my face thinking about them, then a frown thinking about the discrimination they received. The only sin they had committed was being born an 'animal'.
I had seen the evil of this world, the good as well. Without sacrifice nothing would change; that much I was certain of. "You will help me achieve this" I ran my hand down the cold metal of the forgotten machine.
"Sir the enemy has eliminated all the men along the hills surrounding us, they are now in a position to overlook the town." Came the voice of my aid "Orders sir?"
"Good, have our men put on a show for them" Always keep the enemy looking where you want them to.
[Ruben fields, Delta team]
One was looking over the maps the fang were using, Two was giving a speech to Three about the difference between nerds and dorks, Three wasn't paying attention, Four now had a bullet less shoulder and five was putting out his cigarette as it was getting dark.
Alpha and Bravo teams were coordinating fire to more heavily populated targets to the troops below. Delta team was sadly on standby once again.
"Got any eights…" asked Fletcher asked hopefully
Fletcher looked into the eyes of Four and saw only evil "Go hunt." Three's cries of anguish rang out through the woods.
"Told you should we should of played Remnant hold them." Growled out Biggs
"ARE you kidding me?! Look at that poker face!" Fletcher had his finger only an inch away from Four's face. "I have no doubt that Four could sell glasses to a blind man!"
"If he was blind the appearance of my face wouldn't matter" Objected Four batting his hand away.
A few feet away from the death match stood Sanchez next to Delroy going over the maps. It was fun watching them, after being in for so long he had learned to look at everything in a lighter shade. Those three made it easy. So full of life while they were surrounded by death; hopefully time wouldn't change that. Wishful thinking to be sure but they deserved the best life could give them. Four worried him sometimes; the kid didn't know how to act 'normal'. The kid was more military issue then the weapons they used.
"This is Dagger-One Alpha, Warning all units to be cautious as grim sightings in the area has been confirmed." Captain Ramirez's voice came over the radio.
Ignoring the maps for now, Delroy began giving out orders to his team to set up defensible perimeter incase anything went bump in the night. "Four, find higher ground overlooking the north east side of town. You see any enemy officers take them out.
"Yes sir." Four moved along the side of the hills on the opposite of side facing the town. The hills starting getting steeper as the soldier put more distance from the rest of the team. The lone Headhunter even slipped once or twice almost falling down the hill.
After losing more ground sliding then gaining climbing Four finally came to a flat ridge on the side of hill. Deeming this spot better than any the soldier set up the rifle's bipod and began to look for any enemy hierarchy. They were running around like ants on fire without any discipline. Four was starting to doubt what Sanchez had said about these soldiers being the Fang's best.
The town appeared too reinforced with at least a full sized company of men; probably more. They had all of the main roads blocked off or reinforced. The own itself looked ready to fall apart, years of battle leaving a ugly scar on the place.
Four spotted a few fast movers with mounted gun emplacements on them, a handful of transport Bullheads towards the back. Quite a large operation they got going on here. The Army was dug in about eight hundred yards from the town raining hell down on them with mortar fire and small arms fire.
A faunus walked out of the partially destroyed homes making arm gestures and pointing in different directions. His blood covered the faunus closest to him causing them to turn and flee to cover. A sick satisfaction spreading through Four at the skill of the shot. The eyes of a few grim could be seen just at the tree line on the hills opposite of this one. They were waiting for an opportunity.
These moments were best, the moments when Four looked over the battlefield like some kind of god of death. These moments away from everyone were the most peaceful. The sniper pulled the trigger once more and watched the body hit the ground.
"I love my job." Cooed Four