Charlie don't surf
7:30PM
Sam and Fisher had spent the last 45 minutes getting ready. Sam had used his time to tie up lose ends and make sure that everyone he cared about, especially her, were going to be ok. He had rang Sarah, his sister and had a quick chat with her. He didn't mention what was going, it was just a little brother checking on his big sister, although for him it felt like a last phone call.
After what had seemed like forever and a smoke, he went into the warehouse to meet Fisher. They had gone over the basic plan, and the key word was basic. It was 2 guys versus what sounded like 20 to 25 well trained killers who had already taken out Fisher's support team. Additionally that had a armed UAV which they intended to launch at the USA. Fisher had said that the backup plan was to take it out inflight, but this group was good enough to get this fair, then they would try again and succeed at some stage. They needed to be taken out. The closest support team was 2 hours away so it was up to them.
They had got there gear on. Fisher was to provide overwatch again, but this time there was nothing covert about it. Once the shooting started it was his job to make as much noise as possible while Sam got up close and personal and destroyed the UAV. Fisher had the heaver load with the AW50 suppressed, LWRC IAR and his personal 1911, with enough ammo to taken on the whole of the city. Like Sam he had stripped down to the essential kit, dumping the civ cloths so that he could put on a mollie vest and level 2 body armor.
Sam had a LWRC IAR fitted with a Micro T1 red dot scope which had a Thor night vision scope enhancer behind it on a 90 degree flip mount , duel flash lights, a short vert grip and a ready mag, and a suppressor. Sam had spent 10 minutes practicing with the ready mag making sure he could use it properly. Sam also had his Glock 21SF which he had screwed on the suppressor, frag grenades, C4 and a short Bennila M4 shotgun which he kept slung against his back. Checking over his equipment he was happy that everything was in place and good to go. While Fisher provided overwatch, he was to work his way round from the west and get as close to the UAV as possible. The only problem was how to do it without being seen, but this was when Fisher had idea of Sam getting a small boat from the marina, taken it about a mile from Pier 4, and drifting it. The whole plan would take about 35 minutes before they were in position for the final strike, but as Fisher had reminded him when you have one shot, you need to make sure it counts.
While Sam had got the boat and started to drift in Fisher had made his way to a hotel facing about 600 meters from Peir 4. He had to stop and change into Civ's dump all his gear into bags and go in like a civilian, to avoid alerting anyone. Picking the lock of a hotel room on the top floor giving him good coverage the south west side of Pier 4, he step up his gear and went about getting his kick back on. This had all been relayed to Sam via their com's unit. Fisher setup the AW50 on a table facing out the window, along with additional ammo and a laptop giving him real time satellite coverage of the area. He had made a point to put a bottle of water and some snacks out while he waited incase he got hungry.
Sam lay in the boat, a small single engine, with a set of paddles,while it drifted to Pier 4. He had covered himself with a piece of tarp and was alone with his thoughts. Looking up, the sun was gong down and the sky was awash with pale purples and blues. During the drift Fisher had kept him updated. Right now he was around 15 minutes from the Pier, with no sign of the UAV, but that didn't mean they weren't close. He asked Fisher if he thought the failed attempt to recover the UAV might have scared them off but Fisher didn't think so, if anything it would be extra motivation since they had, according to the intel, taken out the only force that was tracking them. Sam remarked that it was scary how he could think like them to Fisher informed him that it was the key to being good at this job, something he would have to develop. This made Sam ponder about his future and what Fisher had planned. A million what if's ran though his mind, laying there as the sun went down. What if he lived though to night ? What would he do ? He had effectively resigned as a cop from the 15. What was there left for him ? Out of all the questions that he was asking himself it always came back to her, Andy. In his gut he knew that things weren't finished between them and todays events were only going get her asking more questions, questions that he was not ready to answer. He felt a strange mix of emotions. Sadness at giving up the things he loved, but pride and excitement at feeling alive again.
As the boat got to within 5 minutes of the Pier his Coms unit crackled to life. Fisher had spotted Three vans and two 4x4 pull into the Pier. One of the 4x4's had posted up at the front, most likely as gaurd, while the rest had gone on to the end. Fisher could spot 4 tangos in the 4x4 at the front of the Pier, using his thermal vision scope with another 20-25 in the rest of the convoy. The 3 vans had parked up out side a warehouse which sat almost 50 meters from the end of the Pier. 3 teams of 6 men then had proceed to enter the warehouse, searching/clearing it. The remaining 4x4 had parked on the west side of the warehouse, 50 meters from the end of the Pier but no one had got out. He was unsure how many were in side the 4x4 since it was giving off allot of heat which meant either one of 2 things. Either someone was smoking a king size bong or it was the com's van. This made Sam chuckle.
They were getting ready to launch the UVA from within the warehouse, using it as cover and then off the Pier. Fisher and Sam had done a quick weapons check, which was harder for Sam since he was lying down. Sam would approach via the north west. His first goal was the coms van, since without that the UVA was useless. His second goal was to take the UAV out of commission. When he enquired about how he would do this Fisher had started telling him about a complex series of electronic overrides. Sam pointed out that he was not a techie, when Fisher had said in a very sarcastic tone that in that case some C4 or a few shotgun blast to the head would do the job, to which Sam had replied in a equally sarcastic tone 'just like fixing my xbox'.
This had made Fisher chuckle. Two minutes out. Sam rolled onto his chest and looked though the scopes on his IAR. He spotted at 8 tangos around the back of the warehouse. He also saw the face of the UAV, it looked like an alien space craft though his night vision scope. Trying to figure out what was the best way to do this, he waited until boat was almost at the Pier. He put his hand out to ease it touching the Pier and climbed up one of the legs, slowly checking he had not been spotted. Once at the top he poked his head up. 2 guys directly to his north 40 meters away with the coms van to his east 60 meters away. Getting up, he hide behind some barrels and boxes. He worked his way closer to the coms van. Taking cover behind a large burned out container, he as 30 meters away.
Fisher 'one tango coming buy you in 6,5,4,3,2,1'
Sam held his breath while the tango passed.
Fisher ' Clear'
Sam was formulating a plan when he heard a slow rubble and then a roar as the UAV's engine came alive. Fisher came across the coms unit in a urgent voice
'Sam they are getting ready to take off, you have 1 minute maximum. Your clear to the van, with 1 tango to the rear of the van, go now!'
Sam tock a breath and went for it. He moved quickly to the coms van keeping low. reaching the van, he drew his Glock 21sf which was suppressed and crawled to the rear, poking out firing 4 shots at close range taking the tango out. Before its body hit the ground he had got to his knees and put his hand on the side door. Opening the side door he saw a man with a headset sitting down in front of 2 monitors. Without hesitation he fired 4 rounds into him and then turned to his right and saw a small man with glasses who was in front of a laptop and a set of joysticks. He fired off another 6 rounds into him. His Glock went dry. Leaning against the 4x4 he did a quick reload. He then heard a loud crack, turning, to look over the front of the van, he saw a tango go flying. Fisher then said over the coms
' tango down, Sam their on to you, destroy that van and get to the UAV'
Sam brought is IAR up. Looking though the night vision scope he could see allot movement. They all loved like ghost, white sillotes with allot of blurring. He opened fire on semi-auto working his trigger as quick as he could dropping 2-3 of them. He ran dry and reloaded form the ready-mag firing off 4 more rounds into figures that he could see in the warehouse through windows, not sure if he had hit any of them. He then ducked and got another mag into the ready-mag. A large burst of fire came from his east hitting the front side of the van. He returned fired but only got 2 shots off before ducking again to avoid another few burst from the east and his direct north. The van was being peppered, but only the front. The rear with the coms kit was being left along. This gave Sam an idea. He shouted into the coms unit
Sam 'Fisher provide cover fire to the north and west of the warehouse'
Fisher 'roger'
Sam fired off his full mag into the tangos coming from the east, quickly getting the other mag from the ready-mag in he let off 30 rounds into the warehouse and then got into the drivers seat of the van. The keys were in and then engine was on, so he put in reverse and sped backward. Fisher continued to fire as fast as he could taking down 2 more coming from his north. The van Sam was driving continued to take fire from all front. It hit a large collection of boxes and barrels 10 from the entrance of the warehouse. At that moment as he was pushed forward from the impact he felt a sharp pain and then what felt like a punch from train pushing back in his seat. He then feel to curled on the floor or the drivers seat struggling to breath. The world stopped as he tried his hardest to get a breath in and he started coughing. Kicking the door open he crawled out clutching his IAR. Fisher saw this
Fisher ' Sam whats your condition ?'
No answer
Fisher ' Sam what the fuck is going on, are you still with me ?'
Sam lay there. His body started to work again. Looking down he saw a smoking hole just one of his magazine pouches. He frankly tried to see if there was any blood but there wasn't. Regaining his breath he replied to Fisher
' tock a round to the chest, but the vest caught'
Fisher replied 'good to know, you have 4 tangos coming in from the north and I am getting low on ammo, you need to move now'
Sam, still regaining his breath, 'roger that'
Sam got his IAR into his workspace while laying on his back. He reloaded the IAR and the ready-mag. Looking around he decided to move to the boxes and barrels he had just crashed into. He crawled to the rear end of the van while bullets impacted all the van. Another volley of bullets hit the van. Sam could see the muzzle report of Fisher's sniper rifle. His rate of fire was slowing, making every shot count. Over the coms Sam asked Fisher
'Fisher, whats your ammo situation ?'
'almost done, maybe 20 rounds left'
'roger that'
Sam checked under the van and saw a 2 sets of feet moving towards in his direction. He heard the crack of the sniper rifle and one of them went down he tock aim and ripped into the second one with a 8 well placed shots to the legs. He continued to fire into the tangos body. Getting to his knees he brought the IAR up and worked his way round the rear of the van, firing a quick burst he ran for the cover of the barrels and boxes. Getting behind cover, he posted up against the barrel to the fair side and spot the 2 vans, and 4x4 at the front of the warehouse. The tangos inside the warehouse were still firing but seemed to be more organized. When they realized what he was about to do, they were going to try and make a run for it. He fired off the remainder of his magazine into the engine block of the first van. He reloaded using the ready-mag and then topped that off. He tock 2 frag grenades out of his side pouch, pulled the pins and threw them at the van. The first one went into the rear window and the next one went under the van. Sam waited for what seemed like forever. He heard 2 loud explosions. Sam spoke into his coms unit
'Fisher you have eyes on the coms van ?'
'yep, its toast, good job'
'I am going take out the remaining transport, what about the the UAV ?'
' without the controls, its just burning fuel'
' roger'
Sam looked up and tock out 2 more tangos to his east. Refocusing on the vans he continued to take out the engine blocks and tires. Reloading one more time he worked his way towards the front of the warehouse using what cover he had. After expending 2 more magazines he heard Fisher over the coms unit
'Bingo on ammo, hold your position, I'm coming to you, 2 minutes'.
' Roger that'
Sam continued firing picking off 2 more tangos, Reloading two more times. He worked his way to so that he was 50 meters in front of the last 4x4. Looking down he realized that he had 1 magazine in his vest. Rolling the IAR in his workspace, he saw he had 1 full magazine in the ready-mag and one partially loaded magazine in the gun. Fisher shouted cover the coms unit
'coming in, 200 meters direct rear'
Sam heard gun fire coming from his 6 and turned to look. He saw What he hoped was the muzzle from Fishers IAR. Fisher was firing rapidly. When Fisher was within 50 meters Sam posted up and continued to fire taking down 4 more tangos. He could hear Fisher getting closer.
Dropping behind cover he reloaded, using his last magazine. Fisher reached him and slammed into the cover that Sam was behind.
Fisher:' hi, how you doing?'
Sam, grinning:'great, you ?'
Fisher: 'I figure we nailed at least half of them, at least'
Sam, still grinning:' awesome'
Fisher:' feel like getting a drink ?'
Sam, still grinning:'maybe later'
Fisher knelt down next to Sam and looked at him. Sam looked at Fisher and said
'Lets finish this'
Fisher nodded understanding that Sam needed this.
Sam:'I'm out of ammo'
Fisher got backup and fired off some rounds taking down 2 more tangos, and then tossed Sam 6 magazines for his IAR. Sam reloaded his ready-mag and out the rest of the magazines into his vest. After a minute Fisher glanced down at Sam who nodded telling fisher that he was ready. As Sam got up to Fisher knelt down reloading, this time putting a Beta mag in giving him 100 rounds before his next reload. Fisher got backup. Sam shouted
Sam:'Move'
Fisher:'Moving'
Sam and Fisher worked their way round to the east side of the warehouse, effectively flanking who ever was left. One would fire while the other moved, taking about another 8 tangos as they did so. Sam had used the last two of his frag grenades to clear the front of the warehouse in the process.
Getting round to the first entrance on the east side Sam posted up against the door, while Fisher posted up at 45 degrees to it, using some boxes and barrels as cover. Sam opened the door Fisher threw a frag grenade. After two seconds it went off. They both waited a moment, then Fisher let lose a long burst though the door and along the side. Sam then went in sweeping from right to left. He dropped 1 tango coming from cover with a quick 3 rounds to the chest. Another tango came out of a doorway to his left. He quickly pointed his IAR at him and pulled the trigger but it went click. Without hesitation he let go of the IAR letting it hang from its single point sling, drew his Glock 21sf and fired off 6 shots at the tango driving him to the ground. Fisher came though the doorway and fired off a long burst at a group that where moving on Sam from his right dropping them. Fisher stopped and posted up behind a battered filing cabinet covering the north west while Sam found cover in the doorway which lead up to the second level. He checked the stairway, and then with his left hand brought the IAR up . Looking into the chamber he realized that it was empty and he and no magazines left. He pulled the release cord on his single point sling that was holding the IAR and it fell to the ground, while at the same time holstering his Glock 21Sf and bring the M4 shotgun from his back, extending the stock and taking it off safe. He motioned to Fisher who tock point going up the stairs to the second floor. The warehouse had been a factory at some stage, and the second floor led to a walkway that was about 3 meters wide over looking the ground floor. Sam and Fisher worked there way to the end engaging 4 more tangos along the way. When the reached the stairway which lead backdown to the ground floor Fisher grabbed Sam.
Fisher:' go down and disable the UAV, a few shotgun grounds to the noise should do the job, I'll provide overwatch from here'
Sam went down, while fisher scanned for tangos. As Sam approached the UAV he looked around. The floor was littered with bodies, mainly on the westside where he had engaged them at the start. The Roar from the UAV's engine had now become a constant part of the background. It sat there, shaking with power ready to left off, just wanting the command which would never come. Under the 2 main wings were what looked like guide missiles.
Getting to the UAV Sam stopped and looked at it. Coated in Black paint it look sinister, like a airborne ninja, designed for only one thing. He unloaded his shotgun of 00 Buck and loaded 4 slug rounds. Putting the muzzle to the noise of the UAV he fired off all 4 rounds one at a time. On the last round the UAV went dead. He reloaded his shotgun and then looked up at Fisher. After the noise of the last 10 minutes everything was now silence. Nothing moved and they both just stood there taking it all in. After what seemed like forever Fisher told Sam over the coms unit he was coming down.
Fisher approached Sam and walked past him to the UAV, getting under it and pulling some kinda of hard drive form its bell. Fisher stood up and looked at Sam. They were both looked at each other taking in what they had just done, what they had just prevented.
Fisher:' lets go'
Sam and Fisher walked out of the warehouse in silence and back to Fisher's 4x4. They unloaded all there gear into the trunk, not bothering to pack it neatly. They could hear sirens in the distance.
INDEX -
LWRC IAR: modern assault rifle that can double up as a squad support weapon (think machine gun) due to its open bolt design
Beta Mag: 100 round drum magazine for assault rifles giving
Ready Mag: a attachment that places a spare magazine on the gun for faster reloading.
M4 Shotgun: semi auto shotgun designed for close quarter battles.