Chapter 1.

Garth wrote:

=Justin and I duck down as the explosion goes off. The shockwave was massive, thanks to the rockets stored in the SSM=

C'mon, let's go! I wanna get one more of these things destroyed before we move on. Move!

=i get up and sprint, not caring about stealth at this point aside from sticking to the outskirts. Anyone in the area would've heard the explosion, and know it wasn't the AC-130. They would be looking for infiltrators. I grabbed the radio=
Spooky, this is Sierra. Be advised, we may be compromised. Keep an eye out for any enemies looking for us, out.

Vic: Roger that Sierra, we keep our eyes open.

=Vic talks to Fire control=

Vic: Fire control, keep watch over the team.

Rick: Roger that, sir.

=Vic nods and moves the gunship over for another pass=

=we ran, keeping to the edges, but moving quickly. I've seen the prisoner treatment plans the Asians follow, and it isn't pretty. I'd also prefer to not get shot, therefore I would like to avoid a firefight. Well, as much as possible, anyway. I know we'd have to do it eventually, but that doesn't mean I had to do it right now. I could only imagine what was going on with the other SEAL teams, the other people trying to infiltrate the enemy lines=

=We'd reached the buildings, with the Tanks staying distant enough not to be seen but close enough if things went to shit. The American was still here with us, however.=

"Englishmen, there are a lot of windows in the building... Windows on the building. Do we need to a change of plan?"

"It might be better if we breach through the windows."

Dagger: "Yeah, less chance of failure..."

"Frenchie, put your sniper on a roof facing the window. We need someone looking inside."

Capo, see the building? Not the Broadcast station, the closest one? Get up top, make sure you are looking inside. You'll be the eyes.

"Capo will make his way up there now. What next?"

(French)

"Fit your suppressors. Move up to the door. I trust you have 'Capo' on radio?"

"We do."

=Me and my squad fitted our suppressors onto our rifles, then made our way up to the door. I made a quick check with Capo, making sure he was ready.=

( Arabic French

"Tell Capo to watch for me clenching a fist. That is the signal for him to fire, and your signal to breach the door. We'll be at the windows."

=We moved to the ladder at the back, but there was a guard.
An idea came into my head.=

"Hey, I need help over here."

=The guard rounded the corner, where I was waiting. I grabbed him from behind and slit his throat, keeping my hand over the wound to avoid excessive bleeding, he died all the same.=

=continues following ben and tries to go over the map in his head on where the next objective is=

Capo, what's the situation?

Capo: They are preparing the execution, or so it looks like. No sight of the H.V.T. or V.I.P.

=We climbed the ladder, fuck it was high.
When we got to the top, there were two more guards. I slit the one closest to me's throat, While Textbook did the same to the other.

We clipped ourselves to the railing and climbed over, rappelling down to just above the window of the execution room.=

"Frenchie, let us know when you are in position."

=I made a few quick checks with my squad, and Capo.=

"We're ready, Englishman."

"Capo, tell us when the VIP enters. If the HVT is with him or not, our priority is VIP Rescue."

=I tensed my knees, ready to jump through the window at a seconds notice.=

=Capo scanned the room, a couple of times. Then a door on the left side opened, and the V.I.P. was shoved in.=

Capo: The V.I.P. has just entered the room. No sign of the H.V.T.

=I Whispered to Dagger.=
"Fuck it, we have to get the VIP."

Dagger: "I know, give Capo the signal the shoot."

=I clenched my fist and readied my rifle.=

=Capo aimed his rifle, after seeing the signal. His finger lay on the trigger... And he fired.=

=We crashed through the windows and shot everyone holding a gun.
Most of them were taken off guard, but a single round hit Dagger in the stomach.
With the french coming through the doors, they didn't stand a chance.=

"Shit! Dagger is hit! Textbook, radio in, VIP is secure, we have one casualty!"

=I ran to Dagger, applied pressure to the wound, and fumbled with my first aid supplies.=

"Mouse, get the VIP into cover! Frenchie, I need your help over here!"

=I ran over to the Englishman, who was fumbling with the medical supplies.=

"What do you need?"

"Apply pressure to the wound, I need to get these bandages on ASAP."

=I nodded, and began to apply presure onto the wound.=

Capo: You have LAVs coming your way. Don't take too long.

=I tied the bandages on tight, making sure the most pressure was applied to the entrance and exit wounds.=

"Textbook, Mouse, over here. You two need to carry him. Me and frenchie will escort the VIP."

=I grabbed the VIP by the arm and dragged him up.=

"Textbook, is our extraction en route?"

Textbook: "Yeah, we need to get to the LZ now."

=I nodded and half-guided, half-dragged the VIP to the stairs.=

"Mr.Johnson, stop struggling, we're here to get you back to London."

"Just knock him out, it'll be easier."

=I followed the Englishman carrying the V.I.P. No sign of the H.V.T. Odd.=

=Spooky 1-6 radios in=

Spooky 1-6: This is 1-6 to 1-5, we need to top-up the gas on our bird.

Vic: Roger that 1-6; Back off and go get some gas. We'll mind the shop.

Spooky 1-6: Roger that 1-5, we'll stop by the gas station. 1-6 out.

Vic: 1-5 copies. Mind the road, out.

=Vic radios Fire control=

Vic: Fire control, keep your eyes open. 1-6 is going for gas, so we need to keep our eyes peeled.

Rick: Roger that, sir.

=Vic then pulls the gunship around for another pass=

=they see a row of bushes so they go through and stop=

ok we should be good for now with these bushed covering us

=borrows the radio from ben=

spooky 1-5 this is seal team 26(not the actual 26th team just a number) any hostiles in the area we should know of need to know if we can go around or what

=I sighed.=

"One does not simply 'Knock out' Borris-Motherfucking-Johnson."

=My joke got a cheap laugh from Mouse.=

"But please, Mr.Johnson, Stop struggling."
=Thankfully he did, so I could just guide him out of the building.=

"Let's just carry on."

"Capo, make your way to the Extraction Zone. You should be able to get there... Easily. They'll be after us."

"So, Englishman, whats the plan? To get to the Extraction Zone?"

"We don't get seen."

=I turned to Dagger.=

"How are you doing?"

=He Coughed= Dagger: "I've been better..."

=I looked at Mouse.=
"You gave him painkillers?"
=He nodded. I turned and pushed Johnson a little faster.=

"Don't get seen? Have you seen how many of them there are out there?!"

=I checked on my squad quickly. There were only 3 of us left, including Capo.=

"We get seen, We get the fuck out of there. We do NOT fight unless the VIP's life is in danger."

"We better get moving then. How long until the Evac chopper arrives?"

=hands the radio back to ben and they head out through a small orchard keeping to the shadows=

{wonder how long till we're back to fighting}

"The Evac will be here in about 5 Mikes. We need to be at rendezvous Charlie, it's about half a kilometer north. If anyone sees a truck we can use, don't keep it a secret."

"Let's get going then."

=I quickly checked my FAMAS, I may as well have. Didn't want it messing up. And me dying.=

=I opened the door and stepped out, rifle raised.=
"Frenchie, Behind me. Tell your men to bring up the rear. Mouse, Textbook, stay in the middle. Mr.Johnson, get behind me and Frenchie."

=I nodded, and ordered my men to get into position, then I got myself into position.=

"Ready."

=i shake my head=
I don't know. But if we keep causing havoc, it'll help all the more. Let's see if we can find a tank depot or something. Something that will really cause some distraction.

=stops and notices something

i smell fue

=I nodded and set off at a slow, jogging pace, fast enough to cover the ground, but slow enough to ensure Dagger wouldn't get hurt more than he already was.


The chopper came into view.=

"Frenchie! There's our exit!"

"Then we should probably head to it, right?"

=My men and I followed the Englishmen.=

"You're a sarcastic arse, you know that?"

=We kept jogging towards the Helicopter.=

"Why thank you."

=Everything seemed... A bit too easy. Odd. Nobody trying to kill us. Seemed... A bit too easy. Way too easy.=

=There was a noise, and I knew exactly what it was.=
"FUCK. RPG!"

=I threw myself down, and heard everyone else doing the same. The RPG shot hit the helicopter, destroying it.=

=There was an explosion, which was most likely the Helicopter... Well going.=

"Get up! Everyone up now!"

=I fired 3 rounds into the shooter and stood up.=

"Status?"

Textbook: No Casualties.

=I turn to the Frenchman.=

"What do you suggest we do now?"

"We need another form of Evac. Can you contact... An... Overwatch... Command... Whatever you Englishmen call it kind of thing?"

=I looked around, keeping my eye out in case anybody else was out there.=

"Control, Come in! This is Hunter 1-2, The Evac is destroyed, Repeat, The Evac is gone! How Copy?"

"This better work..."

(Command, Kirce.)

"We hear you Hunter 1-2. You will have to make it to the secondary Extraction Zone, do you require any support?"

Over Iranian Airspace

This is Hammerhead 1-1 to all callsigns, we are in the clear and ready for the run-in to the target

Hammerhead 1-2: We copy 1-1, following your lead.

=My co-pilot gives me a warning=

Co-Pilot: Sir, I have bogies on the radar coming in fast!

Roger that.

Escort: We have visual on the bogies...

=The lock-on warning blares in my helmet=

This is Hammerhead 1-1 to strike group, we've been locked up!

Escort: We copy. We got visual...missiles lauched, i repeat, missiles launched!

=I then bank the bomber and head for the ground=

This is Hammerhead 1-1 to escort...keep them off us!

Escort: Roger that, we're engaging. Good luck.

=I then push the throttles forward as the missile plunges toward us=

Popping flares and chaff!

=I hear the tinny thumps as the bomber pumps out flares and chaff=

Escort: 1-1, missile took the bait. I repeat, you are in the clear.

Roger that, we're contiuing on.

=I put the Lancer at nearly treetop level, push the throttles to maximum and the bomber thunders away to the target=

Over Iranian Airspace
"Fox lead, this Fox Four, i have enemy bombers in sight, 2 o'clock high!" the voice boomed over Cindy's radio.

They knew that an airstrike would come, but she didn't expect escorts.

"Fox Flight two, this is Fox Lead, break off and go for the bombers, we'll deal with the fighters." Cindy ordered.

"Roger that lead!" and four of her eight MIG-25's broke off and dove down.

Cindy pressed her throttle to near full, and headed straight towards the twelve F-15's guarding the bombers. She had heard the stories of the F-15's dominating the skies, but she never believed them. It was likely just exaggerated propaganda.

Cindy's Foxbat climbed to the Eagle's altitude. They were streaking towards each other at supersonic speed, but Cindy found her missile lock first. Hearing the noisy alarm, she squeezed the trigger, and she saw an AA-6 "Acrid" missile streak towards the Eagle, and a flash of light followed.

"Got one!" she announced over the radio. However, Cindy noticed a lone B1B that had managed to evade her Foxbats by flying low. Deciding to let it go, she continued with the fray.

"Fox Flight Two, status report!" she yelled over the radio.
"Half of the bombers down, at the cost of two of our planes, looks like they might be retreating!" came the reply.

Pleased, Cindy ordered her squadron to ignore the bombers and take out the escorts, before heading home.

One Hour Later
"Break off, break of-" and that was the last Cindy heard from Fox Seven. They had suffered extensive loses, and their fuel was running very low. Convinced Cindy shoved her throttle and the few remaining fighters followed.


Gerchansi Airbase, Iran-Iraq border
"So, they're ready for flight?" Cindy asked the Minister of Defense of Kazhakstan who sat across the table.
"Yes, tested and ready, your squadron's livery has already been painted on!"
"Good..." Cindy thought, and strode out to her barracks. Her new MIG-31 'Foxhounds' that Kazhakstan had delivered were ready, finally they had something that could combat the American Fighters.