The gate was open, the team all saddled up. SUV in front of the LAV, UAZ pulling
drag.
Jagelis stood in the VC's hatch, Fox sat in the VG position, Lee drove. All three covered the front sector. Champlain covered the left sector, standing in the left deck hatch. MacDonald and McRae were in the right deck hatch, McRae covering the rear and MacDonald the right.
Looking down at Lee in front of him, Ben noticed that she was standing on the driver's seat. It could be hydraulically raised for sitting with the driver's head out the hatch, although the Mountie probably didn't know that. Oh well, she could be updated later when they weren't moving!
Khandola's SUV started out the gate and down the unpaved service road, and the LAV's 350-hp Caterpillar engine bellowed and belched thick black smoke as Lee pressed the accelerator and moved out.
At the first roadblock, Khandola picked up a Militia to ride shotgun. The second SUV got in line behind Taras.
The drive up Balaclava to Marine was quick and uneventful. There was an overgrown golf course on the right, and high hedges lining the left, no sidewalks but narrow overgrown ditches.
This neighborhood was obviously affluent, mostly single-story ranchers, not too ostentatious. There were wide formely-manicured yards, barns, stables and huge open paddocks in a part of the city where space was normally at a premium.
The LAV's Michelin tires sang and bounced over the potholed asphalt, and the passengers were accompanied by the roar of the engine and various rattles, squeaks and clanks of the armoured vehicle and its trailer rolling along.
At the intersection of Balaclava and SW Marine they picked up the third SUV, and it got in behind Taras' UAZ.
SW Marine was a designated Disaster Response Route, and as such it had been cleared of abandoned vehicles so that there was a lane free down the middle of the wide 2-lane street. It had also recently been patched up, potholes filled.
The combat-hardened members of the team began to feel rather nervous traveling on SW Marine. The houses that they could see were still somewhat well-to-do single-family structures, but it was hard to tell because of the line of high fences, walls and hedges lining the route.
It almost seemed like several vehicles in strategic places along the route could quickly be moved to block the open lane, and/or be used to emplace IEDs.
Hell, the whole route could be turned into one long and deadly "ambush alley" with little effort! Behind the LAV, Taras smiled to himself, admiring his handiwork.
They were met by 2 off-road bikes that took up point, and 2 4-wheel ("quad") ATVs that followed in behind. The Militia riding these machines were wearing green motocross helmets, black police-style armoured tactical vests over surplus camouflage, and MP-5s strapped across their chests.
One ATV rider had an RPG-7 rocket launcher secured in the cargo area of his quad, and the other quad rider had a backpack with 3 spare rockets in their cargo bin.
Soon, the little convoy came to Checkpoint Charlie, where W 41st Ave angled in from the east and turned the route into a wide 4-lane throughfare.
The open grassy verge around the intersection had been well-cleared of any cover or obstacles for several hundred metres. Flanking the road but set back from it were two squat concrete bunkers. blocking the road was a roll of concertina wire in front of a removable barrier.
To the right a twin line of wire-topped chain-link fence stretched off to the north; walking on the road between them was a Mountie with a German shepherd on a leash and 3 Militia. To the left the fence line disappeared into a stand of trees. Cameras and lights on poles completed the scene.
Signs warned:
Entering University Endowment Lands
All weapons must be surrendered
Please present picture identification
By order of the
Royal Canadian Mounted Police
Saisie University Endowment Lands
Toutes les armes doivent être remis
S’il vous plaît présenter l'image d'identification
Par ordonnance du
Gendarmerie Royale du Canada
Approaching the bunker, they weaved between concrete traffic barriers that had been placed to force traffic to slow and approach in single file down one lane.
The outriders showed some kind of laminated ID badges to the guards (2 Militia armed with shotguns), who moved aside the concertina wire and lifted the barrier across the road and let them pass. The barrier was raised and lowered with each vehicle.
He did the same with Khandola, then walked over to the LAV.
The young man looked Indian or Pakistani, wore a neatly-trimmed beard and was a little overweight.
Holding a clipboard he asked,
"ma'am, Officer, all of you, may I please see your identification? Thank you."
This message was last edited by the GM at 05:55, Thu 07 Feb 2008.