Task Force Osprey - Python Squad

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Jeff stayed motionless as the Technical passed, looking at his fire team with a quick glance of fear before breathing out calmly "Easy Bravo. We need to be whisper silent." But the worst got to a turn as Jeff heard the radio operator give the intel they needed. Almost immediately, Jeff laid his head on one of the alleway walls in sheer anger once hearing "packed with militi vehicles" Jeff sighed and spoke again into the radio, rubbing his temples "Command, can't you find us another way through, other than from the front?"
 
"Spartan 0-1 to all Fire Teams, Target is located at the Olympic hotel with important advisers. Boys, we need to get to our target quietly, we don't want to lose this oppurtunity. Bravo and Alpha will change course and make way to Charlie, Jager, provide covering fire incase of immediate threat, over." Jeff sighed and began to continue the silent walk to Alpha with his fireteam.
 
As John sat in the black hawk he heard the helicopter say "Ropes, ropes, ropes." he dropped his rope and attached himself to it he jumped out of the helicopter and began to rappel down to the ground, as his feet hit the ground he detached and assumed a covering position to monitor any activity but it seemed quiet, at first he thought that the PMC snipers have been busy but upon further view he could see clothes, torn boots, and things all over the place "Break, Break, Break... this is Witch Doctor to command, area around the stadium may be lined with IED or traps to keep out un-welcomed guests. Advise command to reorganize our primary objective and bring in a demo team, it is unwise and wasteful for us to still move in while dodging traps. Over." he said and he clicked his voice piece, he looked around to see his squad member safely down on the ground but continued to observe around for any enemy activity, the black hawk seemed to hover still in place waiting for the final member to rappel down, he sure was taking his pretty time to get down here and John did not like that.

"Spartan 0-1 to all Fire Teams, Target is located at the Olympic hotel with important advisers. Boys, we need to get to our target quietly, we don't want to lose this oppurtunity. Bravo and Alpha will change course and make way to Charlie, Jager, provide covering fire incase of immediate threat, over."
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As the voice came over the radio John shook his head "Witch Doctor to fire teams I advise you not to make way to us, traps seemed to be lined around the stadium and I am not risking any forces triggering one. I advise immediate withdrawal from this area or we are going to be torn to shreds. Over." he said and the returned behind cover.​
 
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As John sat in the black hawk he heard the helicopter say "Ropes, ropes, ropes." he dropped his rope and attached himself to it he jumped out of the helicopter and began to rappel down to the ground, as his feet hit the ground he detached and assumed a covering position to monitor any activity but it seemed quiet, at first he thought that the PMC snipers have been busy but upon further view he could see clothes, torn boots, and things all over the place "Break, Break, Break... this is Witch Doctor to command, area around the stadium may be lined with IED or traps to keep out un-welcomed guests. Advise command to reorganize our primary objective and bring in a demo team, it is unwise and wasteful for us to still move in while dodging traps. Over." he said and he clicked his voice piece, he looked around to see his squad member safely down on the ground but continued to observe around for any enemy activity, the black hawk seemed to hover still in place waiting for the final member to rappel down, he sure was taking his pretty time to get down here and John did not like that.

"Spartan 0-1 to all Fire Teams, Target is located at the Olympic hotel with important advisers. Boys, we need to get to our target quietly, we don't want to lose this oppurtunity. Bravo and Alpha will change course and make way to Charlie, Jager, provide covering fire incase of immediate threat, over."
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As the voice came over the radio John shook his head "Witch Doctor to fire teams I advise you not to make way to us, traps seemed to be lined around the stadium and I am not risking any forces triggering one. I advise immediate withdrawal from this area or we are going to be torn to shreds. Over." he said and the returned behind cover.​
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Jeff needed more deception, speaking up in a silent tone, "Why can't anything be easy..." He spoke into the radio again, a bit uneasy "Spartan 0-1 to Witch Doctor, your going to have to move your team away from the HQ. Advise you seek higher ground in order to look inside. Bowyer will then follow up with you. Alpha team, have you landed, over?" Bravo made their way out of the alleyway and now they were back on the streets of Somalia.
 
"As I offered earlier, we could steal a truck, and try to 'act naturally' our way in. or I could take that motorcycle, and distract them." Ratchet offered again, thumbing towards the motorcycle under the tarp. "I'm sure the motorcycle would give me the speed needed to get away, and back to the boat without any trouble."
 
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"As I offered earlier, we could steal a truck, and try to 'act naturally' our way in. or I could take that motorcycle, and distract them." Ratchet offered again, thumbing towards the motorcycle under the tarp. "I'm sure the motorcycle would give me the speed needed to get away, and back to the boat without any trouble."
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"No. Bravo Team is sticking together. They'll notice inside the Technical that special forces are inside. And even if you took the motorcycle, they'll more than anything know that we're here. And if they know we're here, they'll be guarding heavily Freedom and his lieutenants. Or, Freedom will walk away and we lose. In both instances, we have a higher chance of death. We're moving back to Alpha, understood?" Jeff was uneasy about the mission. Every turn they made, Freedom was heavily guarded. Ratchet wanted to take the more challenging route, but Jeff didn't. His priority was to capture Freedom and keep his men alive. "Spartan 0-1 to Alpha Team, lockdown the perimeter and stay there. Bravo Team will make way to your team. Charlie, when your recon is over, make way to the Olympic hotel and scout the area, Bowyer will follow up. Jager, change your strat and keep watch at Alpha Team, over."
 
Alpha had rappelled from the UH60 only a few short minutes ago. Making their way quietly around the vacant homes and through the narrow alleyways the distant thrum of gunfire followed them everywhere. Within the three man patrol they all knew the militia was engaging someone and with a purpose, most likely the Americans. It was as much a blessing as a curse.

"Hold."

Charles flashed an open palm to the men behind him. They'd come to a crossroad between the alleyway and the street. Through the crackle of gunfire an engine roared into life. Charles quickly took a step back and fanned his hand to the others motioning them to get into cover; seconds later a truck carrying near half a dozen armed men in the box whizzed by. Charles pushed forward again to make sure it was safe and gave the signal.

The rush of the men's footsteps was masked and they wouldn't have been found if the alleyway hadn't sharply veered left into the marketplace. Turning back wasn't an option as around the corner a man in his early twenties spun backwards with his rifle and shouted. His back was to a door and Charles quickly realized what they'd stumbled into.

"Shit."

The curse was followed with two quick rounds to the man's chest, dropping him dead. "Clear the building before they know we're here! Use flashes if you have too." The door ahead was a thick bulwark of old wood, but the handle was made of cheap brass and buckled under the weight of Warbound's boot. The door open Charles and Viper moved in to clear the room.

The home was trashed, upturned furniture propped near windows for added cover, torn apart rooms and the bloodied body of a man sat up against the wall; none of it mattered though as the expert crew worked their way through the concrete corridors of the home. Everyone with a weapon that turned to fire on them was shot dead. As the trio progressed upstairs they found it empty.

"Clear!"

"Good, we're continuing on. We can't get held up here."

The others agreed with a telltale nod and they turned to head back downstairs and into the streets. Then Bravo broke over the radio again.

"Alpha team, have you landed, over?"

"Bravo, proceeding to Freedom now. Out."

Leaving the building behind Charles let Viper take the lead. Holding up his palm to steady the two behind him Viper poked his head out the busted in door to check for enemy contacts. A burst of machine gun fire answered the question. Jumping back quickly he fell backwards.

"Shit, RPK's"

"Where?"

"Hundred meters, second floor, blue blanket hanging in the window."

"Suppress them, I'll get Eagle on it."

Leaving Viper and Warbound to find the best position to lay down fire on the gunners Charles hit his PTT.

"Eagle this is Alpha."

"Eagle, go."

"Alpha, we need fire on pers on the second floor building near the North of the marketplace, reference the blue blanket in the window, over."

"Eagle."

Charles turned to the other two. "Alright Eagle's working on it, we're going to use the buildings for cover and push North, get a smoke ready in case we need to make cover."

Overhead the whirling helicopter did as it was requested and let loose a targeting burst towards the building in question, peppering it and throwing up a cloud of dust from the destroyed concrete. A second longer burst repeated the effect, but with certainty. "Alright, move now!"

"Spartan 0-1 to Alpha Team, lockdown the perimeter and stay there.

"Alpha, working on it, under contact. Approach from the East. Out."
 
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Alpha had rappelled from the UH60 only a few short minutes ago. Making their way quietly around the vacant homes and through the narrow alleyways the distant thrum of gunfire followed them everywhere. Within the three man patrol they all knew the militia was engaging someone and with a purpose, most likely the Americans. It was as much a blessing as a curse.

"Hold."

Charles flashed an open palm to the men behind him. They'd come to a crossroad between the alleyway and the street. Through the crackle of gunfire an engine roared into life. Charles quickly took a step back and fanned his hand to the others motioning them to get into cover; seconds later a truck carrying near half a dozen armed men in the box whizzed by. Charles pushed forward again to make sure it was safe and gave the signal.

The rush of the men's footsteps was masked and they wouldn't have been found if the alleyway hadn't sharply veered left into the marketplace. Turning back wasn't an option as around the corner a man in his early twenties spun backwards with his rifle and shouted. His back was to a door and Charles quickly realized what they'd stumbled into.

"Shit."

The curse was followed with two quick rounds to the man's chest, dropping him dead. "Clear the building before they know we're here! Use flashes if you have too." The door ahead was a thick bulwark of old wood, but the handle was made of cheap brass and buckled under the weight of Warbound's boot. The door open Charles and Viper moved in to clear the room.

The home was trashed, upturned furniture propped near windows for added cover, torn apart rooms and the bloodied body of a man sat up against the wall; none of it mattered though as the expert crew worked their way through the concrete corridors of the home. Everyone with a weapon that turned to fire on them was shot dead. As the trio progressed upstairs they found it empty.

"Clear!"

"Good, we're continuing on. We can't get held up here."

The others agreed with a telltale nod and they turned to head back downstairs and into the streets. Then Bravo broke over the radio again.

"Alpha team, have you landed, over?"

"Bravo, proceeding to Freedom now. Out."

Leaving the building behind Charles let Viper take the lead. Holding up his palm to steady the two behind him Viper poked his head out the busted in door to check for enemy contacts. A burst of machine gun fire answered the question. Jumping back quickly he fell backwards.

"Shit, RPK's"

"Where?"

"Hundred meters, second floor, blue blanket hanging in the window."

"Suppress them, I'll get Eagle on it."

Leaving Viper and Warbound to find the best position to lay down fire on the gunners Charles hit his PTT.

"Eagle this is Alpha."

"Eagle, go."

"Alpha, we need fire on pers on the second floor building near the North of the marketplace, reference the blue blanket in the window, over."

"Eagle."

Charles turned to the other two. "Alright Eagle's working on it, we're going to use the buildings for cover and push North, get a smoke ready in case we need to make cover."

Overhead the whirling helicopter did as it was requested and let loose a targeting burst towards the building in question, peppering it and throwing up a cloud of dust from the destroyed concrete. A second longer burst repeated the effect, but with certainty. "Alright, move now!"

"Spartan 0-1 to Alpha Team, lockdown the perimeter and stay there.

"Alpha, working on it, under contact. Approach from the East. Out."
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Jeffrey swore, kicking the trashcan "Alpha is compromised. Ratchet, your on. Get the Technical, we only have a few minutes to get to Alpha and clear them out. Lets move!" He began to run to Alpha teams position from the East, waiting for Ratchet to get the Technical running.
 
"Break, Break, Break... this is Witch Doctor to command, area around the stadium may be lined with IED or traps to keep out un-welcomed guests. Advise command to reorganize our primary objective and bring in a demo team, it is unwise and wasteful for us to still move in while dodging traps. Over." From where Witch Doctor was watching, a small team of about 4 or 5 Somalis made their way down the street. "Maxaa suurto gal noq-- (What could possib--)" His question is cut short by a bullet popping a hole through his forehead and taking out the back of his skull, followed by the detonation of a small explosive device; this perforates another individual with shrapnel. "Duqamadda Quduuska ah! (Holy crap!)" The remaining three Somalis turn tail and run, only for a third man to drop with a bullet hole in the back of his neck. [BCOLOR=#333333]"Uh, that's a negative on demo teams, Witch Doctor. Can't send anyone else in there aside from troops already making their way through."[/BCOLOR]

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As the Black Hawk Python 4-2 pulled away and started circling, the co-pilot noticed some scuffle near where Alpha was dropped off. "Hey Jacks, you see that?" "See what?" "Looks like Alpha and some of our soldiers already got themselves into trouble." "Oh great. This is not gonna turn out well." He turns his transmitter and sends a message to Spartan on the ground. [BCOLOR=#333333]"Hey, Spartan 0-1, this is Python 4-2. Looks like Alpha made their way into a small fight, but they've dodged into a small house to avoid further detection; still looks like a Technical knows where they are, and I see a small foot patrol heading towards their building. Try to stay low, you don't want to get caught in a crossfire."[/BCOLOR] After that transmission was sent, the pilot Jackson turned a keen eye down to the ground. "Ah, fuck, that's not an RPG, is it?" "Don't worry. We're too high off the ground for them to get a good bead on us."
 
"Copy All, Python 4-2, advise you stick to the high ends of the air in case of RPG fire. Will advise Charlie to come back from area and provide support to Alpha. Bravo will make way to the Olympic hotel." He let go of the PTT button again, and clicking it again "Alpha Team, give coordinates of your target, will call bombardment on the area, danger close. Bravo will continue with primary objective, Charlie will assist on Alpha." Again, he let go and clicked again as he spoke quietly and made his way to the Olympic hotel, keeping to the side of the road. "Command, What's at our disposal at the moment, over?"
 
Eagle proved to have quite the sight as they laid fire onto the target Charles had called out. As Viper checked the doorway again he pulled himself back in without falling this time. "Patrol headed this way. Five pers, small arms." Charles swore and pointed a finger to Warbound. "Get up to a window and fire at them; we'll set up down here." Nodding the soldier ran up the stairs while Charles and Viper reconfigured the furniture of the torn up home to better suit their needs.Warband called out from upstairs.

"We got a technical, MG on it. Heads down!"

No sooner did he finish than a flurry of rounds whizzed towards the building. The concrete was solid enough to deter most of the rounds, but the windows let everything in and Viper and Charles were sent to the floor amidst the mess. Cursing Charles scoured the room.

"Push upstairs, I'll work on getting Eagle to suppress for us."

Viper didn't take the time to consider the other options and hurried upstairs. Charles followed suit between the bursts of gunfire on the building. Upstairs Warbound fired what rounds he could, but the technical had them pinned.

"Eagle, Alpha."

"Eagle."

"Alpha, we need fire on that truck ASAP."

"Eagle, circling around. Two minutes. Over."

Slamming the ground Charles swung himself through an archway into an upstairs room that gave him a firing point on the stairs and waited for the patrol to try and flush them out. The other two had taken up a position near some north facing windows and were trying to get rounds downrange at the technical and patrol without any luck. In his left hand Charles removed the safety guard from a M67 leaving only the pin holding in the spoon. The other hand held the propped up carbine aimed towards the stairway.

"We've got two minutes for Eagle, don't fucking die!"

"Alpha Team, give coordinates of your target, will call bombardment on the area, danger close."

"Alpha, we're pinned down can't get a positive grid on contacts. Over."
 
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As John sat in the black hawk he heard the helicopter say "Ropes, ropes, ropes." he dropped his rope and attached himself to it he jumped out of the helicopter and began to rappel down to the ground, as his feet hit the ground he detached and assumed a covering position to monitor any activity but it seemed quiet, at first he thought that the PMC snipers have been busy but upon further view he could see clothes, torn boots, and things all over the place "Break, Break, Break... this is Witch Doctor to command, area around the stadium may be lined with IED or traps to keep out un-welcomed guests. Advise command to reorganize our primary objective and bring in a demo team, it is unwise and wasteful for us to still move in while dodging traps. Over." he said and he clicked his voice piece, he looked around to see his squad member safely down on the ground but continued to observe around for any enemy activity, the black hawk seemed to hover still in place waiting for the final member to rappel down, he sure was taking his pretty time to get down here and John did not like that.

"Spartan 0-1 to all Fire Teams, Target is located at the Olympic hotel with important advisers. Boys, we need to get to our target quietly, we don't want to lose this oppurtunity. Bravo and Alpha will change course and make way to Charlie, Jager, provide covering fire incase of immediate threat, over."
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As the voice came over the radio John shook his head "Witch Doctor to fire teams I advise you not to make way to us, traps seemed to be lined around the stadium and I am not risking any forces triggering one. I advise immediate withdrawal from this area or we are going to be torn to shreds. Over." he said and the returned behind cover.​
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Bowyer could hear the radio chatter from the three situations that sounded too much like ingredients for another Black Hawk Down incident for his liking. He shook his head, his tendencies to push away everything else in lieu of making sure his fellow soldiers could make it back to a soft couch and a meal that wasn't an MRE taking over. His veins ran cold but he was a professional, as were the men who had rappelled in and had their boots on the ground with his. Everything until now went just as planned, so unless Charlie's pilots were in a different briefing, Charlie should be just north of him. If he could navigate the same streets to plop his ass on a chair and enjoy the Army's finest cuisine then Charlie could make it. In an effort to guide Charlie once he actually could spot them, Bowyer snatched up his rifle and binoculars and made his way up the stairs to the roof of his building.

"Witch Doctor, this is Bowyer, I advise you to make your way to me. I am currently just south of your drop zone, follow the main road towards the Stadium and I will signal to you from the roof when I see you. I took those same streets and these legs are still attached. We can rendezvous and make our way to Alpha."
 
"Well, then find a grid on your map and call coordinates unlessyour going to only use that chopper. It has a limited amount of fuel and ammo so find something so I can call something up." He was now annoyed, but continued his way as he raised the HK. There were two streets left in order for his team to make way to the hotel.
 
The technical gunner kept looking at the building, eyeing every opening suspiciously. His comrades were looking up at the sky, watching the helicopter circle around, cursing themselves for not bringing a rocket launcher or a recoilless rifle. The gunner peppered the wall with a few more rounds, with the heavy machine gun's *P-P-P-POW* echoing through the city. A 5-man team of militia was making its way past the truck and into the building where the elite soldiers were holed up.

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"Command, What's at our disposal at the moment, over?" [BCOLOR=#333333]"Spartan, this is command. The only air support available immediately to your unit right now is your bird over the city. We can send in a Little Bird or two to help soften up any resistance, but it will take a few minutes for them to get prepped and in the airspace. Helos will be armed with miniguns and a small number of unguided rockets. We'll need to know where your guys are so we don't end up with friendly fire, over."[/BCOLOR] More silence. [BCOLOR=#333333]"If any of your teammates brought a Willy Pete, marking targets would be a good idea."[/BCOLOR]

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As Jackson and the other pilot do another circle around the city, they hear more radio chatter regarding Charlie team. As the PMCs haven't made any significant moves, the pilot speaks up. [BCOLOR=#333333]"Python 4-2 to Witch Doctor. Sounds like Alpha Team's been compromised, Bravo needs assistance in getting them covered. PMCs are no longer considered to be a priority. You need a pickup?"[/BCOLOR]
 
"Copy that Command, will continue move to Olympic hotel. Send in those two littlebirds to provide cover for my team as we get Freedom. Send one to Alphas position. Will advise Alpha to send in a WP if they receive. TIC. Over."
Jeff now began a run to his site, speaking up again "Spartan 0-1 to Alpha team, if your team has Willy Petes, throw it and mark your targets, over. Spartan 0-1 to all Fireteams, mission has been compromised, advise to all units, RoE is no longer in effect, fire at will to all targets posing a threat, watch out for PMCs, over." He sighed, looking at Bravo as he gave a sign to Bravo to pick up the pace.
 
Ratchet smiled. Keeping any eye on the street, he ran behind a technical, quickly stuffing the tailpipe with an old rag. As the Somalis jumped out, a bullet to the head took them out. He hopped in and drove back to Spartan and kick. "come on, Let's go kick ass and take names, eh?"
 
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Ratchet smiled. Keeping any eye on the street, he ran behind a technical, quickly stuffing the tailpipe with an old rag. As the Somalis jumped out, a bullet to the head took them out. He hopped in and drove back to Spartan and kick. "come on, Let's go kick ass and take names, eh?"
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Jeff looked at him, then shook his head "Take off your helmet, and go inside. Drive behind the hotel. Drive slowly. We don't want suspicions going to them. Kick, lay down on the truck bed. Drive to the Olympic hotel, we're close by." He took off his helmet, from the height of the truck, it would hide there body armor, so looking inconspicuous as they drive between the hotel would be easier.
 
Ratchet nodded, taking off his helmet, revealing shaggy black hair. He drove slowly, trying very hard not to curse in English, in case somebody overheard. He hated driving slowly. They soon reached the crowd, and the olympic hotel.
 
"Spartan 0-1 to Command, we have officially passed Somalia and reached FREEDOM." Jeff sighed as he waited inside, jumping off as he put on his helmet, "Lets move!"
 
Kick laided down in the bed of the truck. He made sure none sure none his gear got stuck on anything if he had to sit up quickly. "Let's go." He hit the bed of the truck. He laid his gun across his chest.
 
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