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in the valley of darkness in the shadows of the night rising from the ashes of humanity he lives for honor THE REALM OF THE ROGUE MARINE |
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Alternate Entry 13
He heard a twig snap behind him. He quickly turned around and went down on one knee, but he didn�t see anything. He stayed there, looking for a few more minutes before getting back up slowly. He looked to the left and the right, but saw no predators, just that same damned green color that he was rapidly getting sick of. Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he started moving again. His throat had somehow gone totally dry, and he had uneasy feeling about that snapping twig. I think it�s just me. If I call it in, I�ll get hammered for wasting their time, he thought to himself. Besides, I bet the guy who supposed to be manning the radio is having his way with one of the girls from that village nearby. He smiled as the memories of his last dalliance with the locals came to mind. It didn�t matter to him that the girl was unwilling, it was their �duty� to collect such �taxes� from the locals, since they chose to turn down the General�s generous offer to protect them.
He moved over to a nearby tree, and set down his AK-47 against it. He looked around, and saw nothing, again, and pulled out his canteen. He knew that his comrades would chastise him for not slipping a little alcohol into it, but he�d rather not walk around the jungle half-drunk. He heard the sound of leaves ruffling behind him, and again quickly turned to see the cause of the commotion. While he didn�t see anything too clear, he did see a figure moving around there. The figure seemed to be dressed in the same camouflage-style as he was, but was already gone .He went behind the plant.
�Pablo, is that you?� he asked. But no one replied. �Pablo, man, come on. You bastards know to pull this kind of shin on me.�
He walked another couple of steps, seriously annoyed that Pablo and the rest of his squad would play games like this on him. However, he was so focused on finding his prankster friends that he never noticed the quiet footsteps approaching behind him. The intruder held a wickedly-long blade, and had no trouble sneaking up on the unsuspecting guardsmen. He certainly had no time to scream as the intruder quickly covered Esteban�s mouth, pulled his head to expose his neck, and sliced it, all in one quick series of motions, almost as if the killer had plenty of practice or experience. Nevertheless, the dead guard was really all that he wanted to accomplish. The intruder re-sheathed the knife, and pushed the talk button on his neck-mounted radio set. He whispered the two words �all clear�, and the jungle seemed to some silently to life around him as five other figures appeared from behind trees, the branches, or big tree roots
The assassin waited until the other five figures formed up around him around him before speaking to the closest figure. �Report.�
Rogue fell to the ground and started to crawl towards the treeline. He made it to the edge of the clearing, and was pleased that he read the map right. His position overlooked the majority of the camp, but it was not so high up as to prevent him and his five teammates from climbing down without any troubles. He brought his hand up, and waved it from side-to-side, and his teammates moved to the sides, giving each other about a foot of distance between them, except for Ferret. Rogue was grooming him for command of Oversight one day, and he wanted to see if Ferret had the potential for it. They both put on their head-mounted binoculars. At night, they could use the infrared and night-vision settings to enhance their views, but for now they had to deal with the regular �normal� settings.
He scanned the compound, comparing what he saw with the map he memorized from the briefing he gave almost eight hours ago. The American ambassador to Columbia was traveling across Columbia when his vehicle convoy was ambushed and captured. Oversight happened to be in the area, following the trail of clues that Warlord�s group seemed to be laying when the offer came up. The hunt for Warlord had gone cold as of late, and at this point they were desperate to locate anything about him. The camp itself was simple. It was bordered in by barbed wire fencing that h suspected was discreetly connected to an electric generator. He didn�t see any telltale lightning spikes, but he was sure that they were indeed electrified. From studying the info that the Americans had provided, he learned that the camp�s commander, a self-appointed Mexican General named Pablo Hernandez, was a stickler for doing the unexpected, and had a nasty habit of remaining in control of everything. He also knew hat by springing the unexpected on the General would likely create enough confusion that they could exploit it.
The layout beyond the fence was straightforward. On the left side, there were tents and other structures to indicate that that�s where the barracks were, in the center he could see a few men fenced in by more barbed wire, and a building behind that. On the right side were other structures that he figured had to be command and control functions. At the four corners of the fence, there was one guard tower, and by the looks of it, the guards were armed with rifles, but there was no hint of machine gun, or other such heavy weapon, positions. They�re not expecting trouble. Too bad, he thought to himself. �What do you think, Ferret?�
�Okay, all teams, listen up. Break out your 9-irons and binoculars, it�s time to play golf and god. Gods, proceed as we�ve discussed. Golfers, I want you guys to be ready to lay down a suppressing fire incase the ball goes into the lake. Team Two, prepare to send out Three and Four so that they can deliver their package. Four, plant some fireworks along that point incase we need to blow our way through it. Last item, all team look for connection points for the electric fencing and report them to Four.�
Rogue turned to Ferret. �Anything that I missed?�
TO BE CONCLUDED�LATER
Personal Log, 25 Apr 2004 - 2004-04-25
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The sounds of the jungle were familiar to Estaban, but didn�t necessarily mean that he liked it at all. In fact, he hated it. What made it worse was that General Pablo routinely had him patrol the foliage surrounding their camp by himself. He continued to walk the perimeter in the rapidly fading daylight. Looking at the sky, he realized that the sun would be gone in about an hour, once again leaving this forsaken part of Columbia.