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Alternate Entry 12
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It was dark outside, and the dirt was muddy enough to leave clear tracks. That didn't help Gunny and his Team Three companions as they slowly approached the darkened structure. In fact, about the only real things that they had going for them was that the structure was brightly lit, and the surrounding area was forrested. They also had night vision equipment that would let them see in such low-light conditions, but at the same time, it was useless for seeing what was going on inside the building.
The mission was simple enough; rescue hostages captured by terrorists. Gunny's six-man team included a sniper and a demolitions specialist, with the rest being regular riflemen. Although demolitions wouldn't help him greatly, the sniper was giving him get Intel about the innards of the house.
"Three-One, Three-Three," called Cobra over the radio.
Gunny, lying flat on the ground, repositioned his rifle. The added weight of the laser module on the underbarrel of his rifle slightly put him at odds with the setup, but he would deal. Every weapon in the simulation was similarly equipped, and each participant was wearing special equipment designed to pick up those laser signals. When they did, the setup whole setup would vibrate to let the "victim" and Control know that their life just expired.
"Okay, team. Sit tight, and let's wait and hope that the negotiator talks them all out."
"So, when, exactly do we hose everyone?" a figure with short-blonde hair and youthful features asked. He leaned back in his chair, his M4 at his side. Marine's Team One was tasked with playing the part of the "bad guys". Control, actually just a group of volunteers from Team Two, were narrating the simulation. Team One wasn't wearing their regular mission outfits, but mismatch pairs of forrest camoflage uniforms with a mix of white and black shirts. A couple of people, like Ferret, were wearing bandanas. There were a total of eight hostages, which were a mix of the remaining Team Two members and a few members of the maintenance crew for Oversight's training level, Parris Island. Since "the Island" was an underground area that was over a hundred yards long, and containing a mix of debris and water pools, maintaining the place was a monumental task, Marine liked to get them involved in as many little "extra" and "fun" things as possible as a way of showing appreciation. Overall, it made for one of the most untimate training experiences around, as well as the best paintball arena.
Marine, acting as the defacto leader of the terrorists, and acting as such, had all the hostages located in a central area; a storage room on the second level of the structure, a place with no windows or viewports that would be visible from the outside. He was leaning back in a chair, between two windows on the back side of the house. His six-man was all over the house, as befit a group of unorganized terrorists...plus one suprise outside. A small, black, retangualr-shaped portable radio in his right pocket started beeping. He had two such radios, one that let Control talk to him, the other to talk to his squadmates. He pulled out the 'Squadmates' radio, and thumbed the talk button, "One."
"Movement, Side 1, Level 2, Entry 1," Cobra called on the radio. He watched two figures approach the window, one hostage and one terrorist. The terrorist had a gun to the hostage's head, but wasn't taking any other actions except to restrain his target. Cobra was about 40 yards from the house, but his scope let him see the action clearly enough. The hostage and terrorist were constantly moving, and he constantly adjusted his barrel, trying to keep the crosshairs on Ferret's forehead.
"Hold fire. Control says that the T's are getting anxious," replied Gunny.
Marine had entered the room shortly after Ferret and Shiva did, but instead of walking, had crawled into the room so that he wouldn't be noticed by the snipe he knew had to be out there. He was now sitting along the wall with the "Control" radio in hand.
"Ferret, shut her up. I'm about to call them."
Ferret pushed the gun into his fiancee's temple, and she stopped her screaming. Marine met her eyes with his. He could easily see through the "terror" in them, and knew that she was planning something. He pulled out his pistol, and pointed it at her. With the other hand, he lifted the radio to his mouth. "Listen, pig, we're about to grease this bitch. Where the fuck is our money!?!" Shiva took that as her cue. She let out another scream. It startled Marine, despite the fact that he was anticipating it. Out of reflex, he fired. The gun rocked, and emitted a flash, but didn't throw out any lead slugs. Instead, when the trigger came back, it hit a switch which sent out a laser pulse. Shiva's vest registered the hit, and vibrated strongly, advising her that her life had ended. Cypher, playing the part of Control, noticed the kill on his display. He was immediately suprised by the fact that there was such a loud scream on his channel, and that Shiva was 'killed' by Marine. He reached for the radio control when things started happening. Shiva, acting her part, dropped herself to the floor in a controlled manner, as to prevent real injury. Ferret immediately dropped as well, attempting to use the hostage as a 'shield'. Cobra saw them both drop, and fired. The gun seemed impossibly loud, and the flash from the 7.62mm barrel was bright. Ferret saw the flash as he went down. He held his breath, waiting for the inevitable vibrations telling him that his life was over. He was still waiting when he hit the ground. He lied there for what seemed like an eternity, but it didn't vibrate.
"Ferret! You okay!" called Marine.
Ghost, acting as Null, was seated off the to left in the back of the building. He had one of the modified M4's in his hands, and he could clearly see the images of Bear and Medic through his scope. They showed up as green figures, but he could still fgure out who they were. "Affirmitive. Request permission to take them down."
Gunny heard the shots, and a quick call to Control confirmed that Bear and Medic were out. "Cobra, do you see the shooter?"
All of them sat in the front row, and Rogue, still dreesed as a terrorist, was standing on the platform. The flatscreen just got done showing a replay of the simulated hostage situation, and how it went for Team Three. "As we can see, with the demise of Team Three's two assaulter elements, the mission was a failure. In real life, this would mean the loss of payment from our client, a serious dent in our reputation, and the loss of five, possibly six of our highly trained specialists. Not to mention the money invested in equipment and weapondry. However, to be fair, not all terrorists have our kind of training, and the rescuse of the hostages was not the primary mission objective. I want all of you to write up a report based on your feelings about what went good, bad, and what could have been improved. I expect those reports on my desk at 1600 hours day after tomorrow. Dismissed, except for you Ferret."
They all filed out, and Ferret came up to his friend, "Yeah?"
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