THE REALM OF THE ROGUE MARINE

in the valley of darkness

in the shadows of the night

rising from the ashes of humanity

he lives for honor

2002-01-06 / 1:33 p.m.
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Rogue and Ferret remained still as they lied in the on the ground watching the house. The park that they took cover to do the stakeout was right across the street, and had enough trees to seriously obscure their outlines. Unfortunately for them, they still were close enough that any sudden or major movements would likely reveal the interloper's presence.

For Rogue, stakeouts came naturally, having done more than fifty successful stakeouts in his time with Oversight, 'and a few failed and blown ones too. Exfiltration under fire is ever fun.' For Ferret, however, stakeouts were still kinda new, and Rogue routinely found himself annoyed with his younger comrade's impatience.

Both were decked out in the forrest-pattern digital camoflauge being used by the United States Marine Corps. 'Keeps us covered, and nice and warm. Feels itchy against my skin,' Rogue thought, 'Wish I had my old bag suit.' He lifted his electro-binoculars as Ferret tapped him twice, the signal that it was time to rotate spotter for another hour for the fifth time. Ferret then rolled from his belly to his back, and stared at the dark sky. Or so it would seem, but Rogue knew better. 'Don't get too comfy boy. I'd hate to wake you in the middle of a good dream,' he thought. It reminded him of his first stakeout. He briefly wondered how Ghost and Owl were doing, forced to be lying down in the SUV parked in front of the house, waiting for the signal to pick up their 'subject'.

"Any idea when this Reginald Sorge is going to show?" Ferret whispered.
"I don't know. All we know for sure is that he's meeting with someone in there and we're supposed to bag him when he leaves," was Rogue's terse reply to his blonde haried comrade. He was suprised to hear his voice come out hard and scolding, but the younger needed to learn to shut up.
"Sorry, man. i've just never liked sitting in one spot where we're easily ambushed."
"You're just jumpy. I told you not to overdo the coffee, but you wouldn't listen."
"I didn't overdo it. I'm just crabby because a tree root is digging into my crotch."
Rogue smiled at that one. "Come on, you and your woman got married not a week ago. I'm sure you've already properly used that equipment by now."
"Chelsea doesn't like damaged goods you know."
"She can't get a full refund on a used item."
"I bet your woman says that a lot. Where is she anyways?"
"Samantha is in England doing the recon work that you would normally being doing."
"Watching a bunch of drunk Brits is more entertaining than watching the grass grow in the dark of night."
"Which is why you're going to shut up and share in the boredom of this....wait, check the door!" Rogue sharply whispered.

Both became instantly awake, and both orientated themselves to see a lone figure walk out of the apartment. When the noticed the rather large chest, the curved figure, and the long hair, they realized that it wasn't their subject. Ferret reorientated himself to stare at the tree leaves, while Rogue took a deep breath to calm himself.

"You're going blind in your old age, Rogue," quipped Ferret.
"I am not. Just admiring the company this freak keeps,' he replied.
"I thought when I joined this group I'd be where the action is."
"What's the matter? This guy getting more than you?"
"In your perverted dreams. Chelsea doesn't call me a raging bull stallion for nothing."

Rogue smiled, but didn't reply. He just kept watching the door. Suddenly, the porchlight went out, and he became suspicious. He hit the switch on his 'scope and the night-vision circuitry made the dark of night into the green-tinted dark of night that let him see what he could see again. Then the door opened. "Look sharp, I think this is him."

Ferret quickly, but quietly, turned again, and pulled down his head-mounted scope and turned on the NV system as well. "Looks like you're not so blind afterall. Let's call it in when he locks the door," he said as he picked up his scoped M4A1 carbine laying next to him. Rogue didn't reply, since that was his plan anyways. He watched the figure close the door, pull out a set of keys...and holster a pistol.

"Ferret..."
"I see it, One, I've got a bead on Subject's leg," he replied in his game voice, all serious and reassured Rogue that Ferret was done screwing around.
"He's done with the door. Get him, chief," Ferret said after a moment.
"BIRDDOG to DOGCATCHER," Rogue whispered into the radio set, that looped around his neck. Despite its location, this radio would transmit his words clearly and loudly into the earpieces that the other memebers of this team wore.
"DOGCATHER."
"Subject leaving building. Subject is armed, but is compromised."
There was no reply exept for them to see the doors of the nearby SUV open, and two men smoothly hop out. Sorge saw them, and started to raise his pistol, but never got to complete the action. Three 5.56mm bullets from Ferret's silenced M4 struck Sorge's legs, and he went down the ground screaming. By then Ghost and Owl had reached him, and with Owl gagging Sorge's mouth, they picked him up and roughly tossed him into the back of the SUV.
"In the bag. Over," was the message they heard next.
"Rendevous point one. Go," was Rogue's reply into the radio. "Let's go Ferret."
Ferret merely nodded, and picked up his rifle. He had also picked up the three bullet casings from his spent rounds, and they made a light but soft jingle as they jogged out of the area.

I tried posting this yesterday, but my computer was stupid. Thought I should let everyone know how slow and boring work was yesterday.

TIme is long and I have no one to talk to. I shall sleep some more....

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