[IC] Chapter Two - Aftermath
Incirlik Air Base, Turkey
30 May 2015
1445 hrs local (1245 hrs Zulu)
Karolina Kowalski geared up inside the squat beige cinder-block shoot house as she had done several times over the past week. She had finally been cleared by Med to return to duty and was eager to prove herself to Mewes and Maatsen. This was her 9th run through just this week, and while she knew that M&M, her internal monitor for TF-47’s CO and XO, had received the previous reports, she also knew that this mornings run through would be logged-in to her docket as her official return-to-duty qualification.
Lina bristled when Maatsen had first told her that she’d be considered for a return to the field only after two weeks of re-qual training. After her first run through however, she realized the wisdom of Maatsen’s requirement. She shot the first no-shoot on her first run twice in the head with the AK-104 she had been using. Alarmingly, NS1 was first in the order, before Tango #1 had even been presented. Afterward, Lina admitted that her eagerness, combined with being out of practice, had gotten the best of her.
Subsequent range qualifications had been much smoother. While she had clearly fallen out of practice, her target identification and shooting skills returned quickly. She hadn’t engaged a hostage this week and didn’t intent to start now.
For the morning qualification, she had selected an FN P90 along with a FN FiveSeven. Lina was very familiar with the TUNGSTEN MEMENTO reports. Since returning to duty, she had focused her qualification time on firearm and calibers that might penetrate the alien’s thick skin. The armory’s log showed that she had signed out not only the AK-104’s brought back from Libya, but also Russian A-91’s, HK 416s and FN SCARs with CQB barrels in 5.56 and 6.8, Krinkov’s in both 5.45 and 7.62, and the armory’s singular beat-up L22A1. The Pole’s pistol selection had been even wider, and with the exception of the FiveSeven, she hadn’t signed out the same pistol more than twice. She had focused on .40 cal S&W, .357 Magnum, .41 Action Express, and .44 Magnum, putting rounds through Glocks, HK USPs in several variants, IMI Jericho 941s and Desert Eagles, along with shooting several revolvers. The only time she had gone out with 9mm was after using a drop-in barrel conversation kit on a Gen 2 Glock 22, mostly to get a feel for it in case of a ‘SHTF and we have no more 40 cal’ scenario.
Lina was painfully aware that today’s FN paring relied on specialized ammo that could be very hard to find in most of the world. She was much more likely to find 7.62x39 or .357 magnum than 5.7 or 6.8. This run wasn’t about simulating that however. She not only needed to show M&M that she was ready to return to work, she also needed to give them the paperwork that could cover their collective asses if she screwed up on a real mission. There would been no off-handed shooting or use of unreliable weapon mods on this run. They needed everything to go smoothly. She needed everything to go smoothly.
In the antechamber, Lina answered Range Control’s, ”Captain are you ready?" question with a thumbs up, followed by bringing the FN P90 up to her shoulder and switching the selector to 1. When the buzzer sounded, Lina moved purposefully into the room, scanning for targets. The first to appear looked to be a well-dressed mannequin holding a black Glock knock off in two hands. Lina double tapped the trigger of the P90, firing two rounds into the target’s center mass. She continued quickly into the room, clearing corners and watching for the new targets.
Facing three closed doors, Lina decided she’d work from right to left and she kicked open door #1. She immediately spotted a Tango and engaged with two quick single shots, and again both found their mark, center mass in roughly the sternum and right clavicle area. Moving into the room, she was forced to engage a second target at point blank range as she cleared the area behind the door, putting two shots into what would be the right lung of a real Tango. Sweeping through, Lina found no other exits and halted just short of the door, pausing briefly for entry back into the first chamber.
Staging at the door gave Lina a chance to reset her stance and she burst back out into the main chamber, ready to engage. As she turned right, suddenly door #3 popped open and two figures emerged. Kowalska quickly realized that one was unarmed and being used as a shield by the other, who appeared to be heading at not-quite a sprint toward the antechamber door. Lina shifted right and squeed off another pair, catching the hostage taker in the back with two 5.7mm rounds. Adjusting her plan to the environment, she decided to clear room #3 immediately. As she moved in, she spotted another figure, in roughly the same place as Tango #2 had been in the first room. She correctly identified this target as a non-combatant as her eyes immediately located both empty hands. As she cleared the room, she found a door on the right wall, which she assumed led to room #2. After giving the universal stay hand signal to no-shoot #2, she moved quickly to breach and clear the final room.
The final room was configured a long dinning room and Lina’s dynamic entry met resistance as the door failed to open full and hit a strategically placed chair. Kowalska shimmied through, as whoever setup this obstacle had clearly overestimated her size, and she scanned the room quickly. At the far end, a lone target with a bullpup FAMAS stood, rifle raised, with what was likely a great sight picture of door #5. A chemlight glowed just behind the target. Lina engaged as she sidestepped around the furniture. Her first two shots went wide. One lesser known Polish curseword later, she reengaged with a double-tap, this time striking the target in the neck and chest.
Seeing no other targets, but having not cleared the area behind the door, Lina pulled out one of the dinning room chairs with her left foot, and stepped up first onto the chair, then onto the table. She pushed forward quickly, passing the dead zone behind the door at not-quite a sprint. Seeing no target, she shifted her focus to the glowstick, running flat out for the item that would end her qualification run.
”We’ve had a lot of people try to skirt the dinning room table to get to the glowstick. In fact I think that’s the first time I’ve seen someone run on top of the thing.” Staff Sergeant Green, this morning’s Range Controller said with a snicker. ”Next time we’ll put some silverware and china on it. Should stop that little trick.” Green knew that it had knocked at least two seconds off the normal time for that setup.
”And of course that last Tango had you dead to rights,” he added smugly.
”Keep talking like that Staff Sergeant and we’ll find out how well your little cameras do when I start bringing my own flash-bangs,” Lina said. The message was clear - she’d been offered only three magazines for the range, much as she had been at every other outing. She had done the best with the tools at her disposal. Which is all anyone could ask of her. Lina turned to the closest camera, tilted her head and smirked, before raising her right arm and giving it the bird. Satisfied with her performance, she walked to the armory to stow her gear.
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