..Hmmm.....What time is it?....Hmmm...

Taras just awoke. He was in his bedroom, the drawn curtains didn't offer a clue about the sun position and the nearby alarm clock was still out of focus due to the slumber.

I will sell my kingdom for a coffee. I really need one. Nobody was listening but he felt the need to make a loud statement. He switched on the stereo. The last few months of solitude and adaptation were mostly soothed out with a make up collection of classics. Thank Goodness this type of treasures were more than often discarded in scenes of the initial lootings that took place right after the evacuation of the city and the chaotic weeks that followed.

Where did I put the milk?

The room layout was reminiscent to that of a cheap hotel. A coffee machine was always handy for the occasional cup of java. Vancouver was a rainy city and the prospect of sacrificing yet another set of dry clothes for just a brew did more than justify the purchase.

Hmmm...yeah...Felix!The first notes were already reverberating through the loudspeakers. The "Concerto in E minor for Violin and Orchestra" of Felix Mendelssohn still sounding that fresh, buoyant, eternally sweet spirited work. Probably the best loved violin concerto ever written and therefore easy to find even in the threshold of an apocalyptic world, discarded in a demolished backyard.

This music sometimes makes me cry...

In spite of the effortlessness of its invention this Concerto had an unusually long and painful gestation. From the first sketch to the final score, it occupied the usually facile composer's attention for the better part of six years. Taras hoped that the score for the restoration of normal life in the city would take less than that. The initial overtures were coming in the form of fast and shiny operations. Exactly like the fist movement of Mendelssohn violin concert:

Allegro molto appasionato ...Indeed!

Sipping the freshly brewed coffee Shevchenko tried to figure it out what would be the tempo for the incoming operations. He flipped the printed art work like trying to read a weekend edition horoscope: "Andante" would be next. A walking pace.

A typical performance lasts just under half an hour. By that time Taras already decided to contact Belanger. He picked up the phone:

Hullo?...Yes! This is Taras. I was thinking about a briefing for the next operations once all of our people are well rested...

Wednesday 18 April 2001

The consolidation of the Park was completed quickly throughout Wednesday. The wolves were separated from the sheep. All the upper tier leadership were in custody, except for Jasmine. No one in the Stickmen knew where she might have gone for sure, although a couple women commented that they think she may have had some involvement with a man who fit the description as the renegade American sniper, "Brownstone". For the most part, the Stickmen were resigned to seeing what happened next, or glad to be out from

The team was awake enough by early afternoon to gather for a quick briefing. While the Uni had enough structural engineers to examine the bridge and causeway for soundness and pinpoint needed repairs, they waited on Taras to clear the newly-secured MSR (Main Supply Route) of possible mines and booby-traps.

Word was getting around about the requirement for water transport, but it seemed the best place to acquire that would be New Westminster, the largest intact municipality and a centre for river trade. Scouts were infiltrating Sea Island but it would be a few days before information came back. The gang that had a technical and operated out of the Metrotown area still threatened the alternative route between UBC and New Westminster down Kingsway, although SW Marine seemed clear enough. The HAs were laying low, and surveillance indicated their members were starting to steal away from Brandi's in ones and twos. There was no sign of Brownstone and his group of mercenaries.

One thing that was brought to their attention was the water level in the Fraser River was still increasing due to the increased rainfall and unusual snowpack melt on the glaciers that fed it. In a month or two at most it would be enough to start topping over or even collapsing the levees and dykes that normally kept it in check. Most seriously affected would be Richmond and the airport (which were not true islands but reclaimed land), followed by low-lying areas of Delta and Surrey.

Angela showed up to give them the bad news.

"When you first arrived, we believed the overall key to reclaiming the city would be restoring telecommunications. We believe YVR (the airport) is almost untouched based on the lack of scavenging done by the current occupants and our lack of access. It will be a key source of materials, and could speed up our efforts considerably. However, if the levees surrounding the airport fail, YVR will be inundated. It will be potentially catastrophic for our efforts, or at least a serious setback, if we are unable to secure and salvage YVR before this potentially happens."

"I understand the efforts to secure water transport are in service of this end. As well, if the river rises to a dangerous level, people will have to be warned. I'm glad we're working in the right direction, and this is just additional information to keep you informed of our higher objectives, and to underscore that time may be running out."

The airport can be ours in seven days max. That's not a problem. At least from a military point of view.

Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko, as an ex Officer of the Red Army was well aware of the strategic value of the airport and contingencies for operations were already around his mind for awhile. Other concerns were more pressing:

The first battle that we have to win is that of the allegiance of the city of New Westminster. Without the support of the Survivalists and the North Shore we couldn't probably had a smooth takeover in the Park. Without the help of the Chinatown neighbours some us wouldn't probably talking here, including myself. Without the help of New Westminster we will be in a more complicated position against our target

Taras knew that the attention of the public was already won but they would demand more explanation as the silent room was already enquiring:

Is not that they are so much a necessity from the use of force. We just need a minimal support of troops to cover a flank or so and provide us with some extra sealift capability. The rest is mostly up to us and I have no doubt that we can prevail easily.

The smart use of alliances was already bearing good fruits. Cooperation over senseless fight seemed to be key for the progress.

I suggest to invite an official delegation of the powers of New West to come over UBC to deal over this issue. We have an I.R.O.N. program to offer as well as the liberation of the airport with the elimination of those infamous "taxes" that they have to pay. We can also use the resolution of this problem with the bandits as a token for their support. Seems like historically this town has been quite dependant on trade and so far they appear to be quite surrounded. We can definitely help.

If we can count with their support  the airport will be taken in only a few days as I said. Now a word about the Hell's Angels. The current strategy is working. They are kept at bay and slowly moving out from the territory under our control. But like the rats, they will start fighting as soon as they feel surrounded. Our best ally is the locals. They can see for us, they can report to us and help us to root them out. Of course we will keep on infiltrating them and using all the means to protect society against this scum.

He made a pause to grasp some air. The presents were probably trying to digest the information the best they could. He took his notebook to help his last exposition:

The next operations will focus on the recce of the airport. This is already on its course including our sniper team. I will personally will be heading the clearing up of the Main Supply Route. The RCMP will be trusted with the counter-surveillance mision against the overwatch in downtown detected yesterday. Rachel will be leading this effort supported by the radioelectronic team of Kelsey. On top of that I will request Khandola to provide a platoon of the militia to be trained as Military Police. In the next 24 hours I will summon a meeting with Captain Bezhov, Sargent Bulat and a representative of the West Vancouver Police force to plan for further operations. Our friends the survivalists will be also invited. I will put the issue of the formal meeting in the good hands of Angela and our Council and I offer myself as a part of the mediation process. I believe there is a substantial presence of russian sailors over there due to the unsuspected visit of a tremendous rocket launching submarine...

 He always felt like he was missing something after coming back from a mission, he looked around the small space that he had the few things he had brought with him from the compond, the few pictures he had of his father and mother sitting on the well worn chest of drawers in the corners.

 Muttering a few well choice words of blame about the world in general as he rolled to his feet and the sight of several small bruise's on his body brought yesterdays mission into sharp focus once more, of the hard stares of the leaders once they had been captured and the eyes of the prisoners in that large soccer field that looked like a deer in the headlights of a car at night.

 Come on old man, he growled to himself as he got to his feet and slipped into the pants next to him. with a sigh he checked the weather outside the window and finished dressing.

 He did wonder if the officer would want a futher debriefing for those who went on the raid, he chuckled lightly as he thought of last night and how it worked out well. Scratch one would be gang off the list, with a humorless chuckle, Only a thousand to go.

 Slipping his rain coat on he heads for the mess hall.

 After breakfast he wasnt ready to being back inside fourwalls again so he turns and makes the walk down to the river and the small flotilla of boats berthed there.

 He spends some time just talking to those assigned to the harbor and watch about the river and how fast it was still rising.

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #5):

Having been up most of the night with carrying out the takeover of the park, then being debriefed, his breakfast had come in early afternoon. The cafeteria was down the street, and half-filled with UBC militia and RCMP Auxiliaries also groggy from the previous night's activities. There was an atmosphere of joviality, shared by the distinctly hippie-looking serving and cook staff. The food was excellent, fresh eggs and bacon, fresh-squeezed juice, even some coffee (although only one cup).

Tyler checked in on his girlfriend Sonja, who (like most of the locals called the "Survivalists") was thrilled to be off their tiny, fortified island. One of the requirements for allying with the government was evacuating all the non-combatants from Deadman's Island (aka "HMCS Discovery") in case things went south and the Stickmen retaliated against their neighbors. The government had come through, swiftly evacuating everyone from the island before the operation commenced, and Tyler and Rob had helped Ed getting everyone moving. After that, it was simple to head over to the Brockton Oval stadium and secure the Stickmen's own non-combatants, who went peacefully into the crowded but safe changing room areas under the bleachers. After all, they'd been told many times by Cyrus if the pigs or army attacked, then their blood would be on the government's hands, like Waco.

In the aftermath of the securing of the park, Tyler and his fellow survivalists hadn't been able to secure the cache of goods the Stickmen stolen from the travelers they killed and looted from convoys they attacked, like fuel and supplies. But the cherry '67 Cougar that was found under a tarp in the parking lot behind Cyrus' HQ. Tyler, Rob, and Tyler's vet friends pushed that motherfucker all the way back to Deadman's Island. The government hadn't said anything and Provost Belanger, the head of UBC security, had hinted that there wouldn't be a problem.

Currently, Tyler was near the Musqueam Band Reserve, where the mouth of the Fraser river met the souther edge of the mammoth UBC grounds. As such, to get there Tyler had to ride his ATV a fair ways from campus down Southwest Marine Drive, past the forest-screened Wreck Beach (still a clothing-optional ocean beach), skipping the turnoff for the TRIUMF complex (Tri-University Meson Facility, the world's largest meson-research establishment), past the vegetable gardens and newly-planted citrus groves that once were manicured lawns, golf courses and landscaping around the campus buildings and university lands.

Still, much of the university lands were preserved as a natural rain forest, what was known as west coast temperate climax growth. Thanks to the abundant rain, thickly-grown evergreens lorded over impenetrable brush and undergrowth, where patches of sunlight permitted.

Trees were all around the turnout that overlooked the mouth of the North Arm of the Fraser River. The wide forest-lined boulevard here seemed a little excessive for the needs of the university, until he was informed this was a federal project, part of the government's pre-war plan to make UBC a node for disaster-recovery efforts. Bunkers dating back to WWII had been reopened and expanded, stocked with supplies and electronics. At the edge of the federal UBC Endowment Lands, near the Musqueam lands, there was now a gate and series of concrete barriers and block-houses, the main access point controlling access to the uni's grounds, now surrounded by double-width perimeter fencing.

Standing beside his ATV and facing southeast, Tyler admiring the fishing boats (mostly Musqueam but also Faculty/UBC resident) ahead of him, moored off the end of Iona Island at the mouth of the Fraser's North Arm. To his right was the direction of the campus, to his immediate right was wreck beach. To his left were the Musqueam Reserve lands, abutting the southeast corner of UBC and looking like normal well-to-do suburbs, which before the war they were.

Beyond flat Iona island was similarly-flat Sea Island, otherwise known as YVR, the International airport. This apparently was the team's next objective, according to the ruling Committee of the Faculty. He could just make out the terminal buildings and the control towers (new one and old one). Taking the airport by force would be difficult, as it was large and flat, without much in the way of cover or concealment save a few rare scattered stands of trees along the northern riverside, and some residential areas on the south side.

Tyler received a call on the radio. He recognised the voice of the RCMP dispatcher. "Tyler, this is dispatch. Are you on campus? Please respond." Naturally, many non-military types didn't seem to have a lot of radio discipline, and although the RCMP detachment here did it was often hard for them to reconcile his quasi-civilian contractor status. Mostly, they talked to him like a normal person.

 With a sigh as the call broke into his calm spirit and the peace of the river flowing oceanward, Stepping back over to his ride, his eyes sweep the immediate area nearby out of habbit and training for anything that did not belong there.

 Tabbing the comm button, Tyler here, and the answer is no but not far away if needed. he was reluctant to give his location without a secure channel.

 His eyes drifted back to the airport and wondered if a air drop might work faster and the surprise more complete?.

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #7):

Tyler's concern of radio intercept was well-founded. He was literally in line-of-sight of a potentially hostile group out at YVR. Andy, the team's Master Sniper, had mentioned he suspected there was an OP located in the new control tower, noting the reflection from possible field glasses or a spotting scope during recent team activities at the nearby Musqueam-owned Celtic Shipyards.

Their scant intelligence suggested that the Billy Goats included former military personnel assigned to airport security. The eggheads of the Faculty community included a lot of nerds slavering over the potential for YVR's high-tech salvage, so there was obviously plenty of electronic equipment to use, given the expertise. It was within the realm of possibility that this group included technical personnel who could rig some kind of radio-intercept and direction-finding gear.

The reply came, "okay, someone wants to talk to you. You want to meet them at Rits House (the team billet) or your location?" Dispatch knew he was still on UBC grounds, as to exit he would have had to pass through either the main checkpoint on nearby SW Marine or the newer one closer to campus. The checkpoints and OPs established for perimeter security were linked by land-line, and checking the records would have been easy.
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 With a tired longing to rest a bit more he sucked it up and answered, I will move to the base and meet at Rits to make it easier for all. Out.

 With the sun sinking to the west its light had begun to dance on the water he had heard an old indian man say one time and wished he could have stayed to dark and watch the moon come out.

 Firing up his ride he turns it and guns it back the way he had come down until he arrives outside the billit.

 Grabbing his jacket he moves on inside to see what the brass has planned for their welcome home party.

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #9):

All the ground floor rooms at Rits house had small vine-covered patios. To save tune, Tyler took the ATV up the rear path to his billet (apartment), a dirt track normally used by the workers who tended the vegetable field planted in the sports field behind the residence. He entered the glass sliding door to the patio. Tyler was armed with his Colt M1911 sidearm, but his Commando and Garand were in a closet in the next-door billet, under lock.

Waiting for him inside his billet was his father, Ed.

Ed looked tired by happy, dressed in surplus woodland-pattern BDUs with an 1st Air Cav patch sewn on his arm, shoulder holster empty. Like all other civilians who weren't part of the UBC police or militia, or a contractor with the DRI (like Tyler and Rob) Ed had to sign over his sidearm when entering the UBC perimeter. Ed didn't look like the stereotypical Vietnam vet (not the least because such stereotypes were largely false) and instead looked like what he was: a greying middle-aged balding business executive in glasses, with a neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard. With a suit, a haircut and shave, he would be indistinguishable from any other corporate executive.

"Tyler, great to see you, son! Things went really well lat night. Rob was telling me his step-daughter's now in the UBC hospital and will be going in for surgery today."

He motioned to the front door, grinning. "Come out and see what we fixed up. Outside!"
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 A little surprise but pleasently by the surprise, pausing to hug his father before stepping back he glanced with suspicion at the invitation into the next room.

 What are you up to old man?. he said with a smile on his face, he didnt think Joan was in the neighborhood and it wasnt his birthday that he could remember.

 Wait a sec, he steps over to the wash basin and rinse's the dirt off his face from the ride back before stepping into the other room.

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #11):

The day was cool but clear with washed-out blue skies. The tap-water was fresh and cold, and felt like an electric shock on his face. One thing he'd found out about the water in this city was it was clear and pure, and in fact he'd been told it was glacier-fed from a reservoirs in the mountains to the north of the city, then piped into the city via tunnel under Burrard Inlet. It certainly woke him up a little!

After he was done, Ed led him out through the corridors to the front door and parking lot.

Outside was parked the red almost cherry '67 Mercury Cougar that Rob and Tyler had rolled from Cyrus' HQ to Deadman's island.



"Esteban fixed 'er up. She was sitting for a long time, but she's running great now!"

He held out a set of keys, the ones that had been in the visor for almost a year as the car sat idle. "Want to borrow it for a while? It's got more style than the ATV! I have other transport for now, I figure you can make better use of this than me. Full tank of gas. Well, alcohol!"
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 A little stunned at seeing it sitting there and with the offer to drive it, he has to slowly make his way over to the side of the car and run his hands along its roof,
 Have they drove her yet?, she is a beauty thats for sure to survive in the cold wet north, kinda like us both are survivors.

 Openning the doors he slide behind the wheel and noticed right away the look of the oversized steering wheel common in those days. With a touch of nerves he slides the key into the ignition and turned it over a couple of seconds and listened to the engine running. He could see the Tac idling along at 300 rpm and touching the throttle brought the rpms up quickly.

 Habit made him check the clutch and brake to be sure all was still solid, before shifting into first and slowly getting used to the feel of the car.
 Finally 15 mins later he is back with a little better show of handling the car.

 Turning her off he slide out and moved to his dad, Still got a kick for running with booze. Its a beauty, whos is next to take a spin?.

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #13):

Hearing the almost subsonic rumble of the engine, Mac came out to watch. He was waiting in the parking lot when Tyler returned.

"Yeah, man! I'd love to go for a spin. We can take it down to the Rez."

The Musqeuam reservation was down the wide forest-lined boulevard from the UBC campus, but to get onto the rez itself would require going through the main checkpoint.
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In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #13):

The car handled nicely off the mark, with 5-speed manual and front disc brakes, dual exhaust and the 351 Windsor engine powering it smoothly along. People stopped and stared, waving and smiling.

There was a Kenwood sound system, with a 10" subwoofer. Someone had left a Steve Miller Band cassette in the tape deck, and he listened to some Greatest Hits as he drove.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v...aynext=1&index=2

Returning, he saw some people waiting for him, including Mac, the native (Indian) guy who was a part of the team.
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Coming out of the building, Rachel looked impressed at this beautiful piece of automotive technology.

"Hi, Ed! Tyler. Mac."

She walked over. "Christ, that's a beauty. Funny, I thought there was one like it in the hands of the Stickmen. Seems to be gone now. Oh well!" Pointedly, she didn't ask for the registration, or anyone's licence. Not that any of that was likely available!

"Look, we have a meeting in 10, with Taras and Angela." One was the team's tactical commander, the other the community leader.

"Let's wrap it up and head inside, eh?"

She was dressed in her normal RCMP patrol uniform of yellow-striped pants, grey shirt under a RCMP/GRC windbreaker, hat with yellow band.
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 With a nod to Zhang, he whistles and points to the garage for the car, Locking it up he joins the others and heads off to the meeting.

Andy finished his run and exercises and then showered and changed for the morning meeting. He walked over to where the meeting was going to be held and sat down to arrange his notes ready for the meeting.

Kelsey steps out of the same building maybe a minute later, slipping her glengary onto her head, using two fingers automatically to position it 'just so'.  Her hair is pulled back tightly and breaed down the back of her neck, not really long, but this puts a professional air to the CAF NCO.  She is wearing her garrison uniform with neat aplomb, the bright tartan of her kilt offset by the more severe standard uniform shirt, tie, and jacket above, and by the garishly bright calf height stockings below.

She stops a moment to smooth the kilt, her eyes on the Cougar.  "Now that's a car!  That sounds like you..."  A pause as she listens intently, concentration playing across her face, her normal impish look subdued.  She didn't look her age, truly, probably something to do with the amount of smiling she does, and the genetics that had made her more cute, instead of truly pretty.  "Oy!  That sounds like you put a bigger cam in the 390, right?  No way that is the stock 289!"

A slight grin and nod to Rachael as she pulls even with her "Can I see under the... oh, were you guys talkin work?"

Under the vigilant gaze of Belanger, once the noise in the room came to a halt, ex senior Lt. Taras was given the turn. Exchange of pleasantries after the previous operation were now thing of the past and the look on his face was all business.

I intend to conduct a swift attack to destroy the Billy Goats and minimize our own casualties. Speed, tempo and a coordinated combined arms effort is the key to victory. The first phases of our operation will be deliberated and rehearsed to the extent of possibility, the latter will depend on the mission, terrain, time and enemy reactions. We will conduct a deliberate river crossing through the Musqueam reserve. Once the breach is done and supported by artillery I intent to defeat the enemy forces coming from the West towards the terminal rapidly, with a reinforce mechanized platoon to take over the airport in a fast moving battle with agile forces supported by fire. Maneuver will be of utmost importance and combat support will have to catch up fast. I'm not intending in taking big pauses. We must strike hard, repeatedly and finish quickly.

Once the Commander's intent was clearly stated Taras took some time to explain the war plan strategy and tactics:

Without the benefit of a clear intelligence picture on the enemy I am willing to go ahead with this plan based in a North Vietnamese concept of operations called "Blooming Lotus" for use in urban scenarios:<i> whereby the defences along the city’s perimeter are avoided and instead fast moving units are driven into the city centre, from which the critical C2 nodes are attacked and destroyed. The lotus then
blooms outward, defeating the perimeter defences piecemeal.

The defenses we was referring to was the OP's and checkpoints located over the bridges that connected the island with Vancouver and as well as Richmond, etc. From those bridges a tax is being tolled over suspected or unsuspected travellers.

Before the operation takes place a possibility of surrender will be offered, of course. It is imperative an economy of force and respect for property integrity after all. If this cannot be achieved by peaceful means, then we will have to fight for it.

Taras took a sip of water before continuing withy the exposition of his plan...

The centre of gravity of the Billy Goats turns around the Control Tower. This provides an outstanding observatory post and alert centre from where reaction forces are dispatched if intruders are detected on the island. To take this Command and Control facility is imperative. Since we do not have an Air Assualt capability to quickly take them out and we have to rely instead on slower moving mechanized forces we have to make a surgical removal using long range, precise artillery. Here is where Capt. Bezhov and his SA-8 Air Defense combat vehicle will make an impact. The starting point will be the destruction of the Control Tower with those missiles that apppeared to be able to be targeted with radar and and electro-optic system. Upon consultation, Capt. Bezhov feels confident about this task.

Taras already thought of many other ways to destroy the Control Tower but only through sheer application of seriously precise and powerful firepower couyld be achieved.

Then we will conduct a river crossing, my military specialty in the Red Army as a Combat Engineer, the purpose will be to move combat power in the fporm of a re-inforced mechanized platoon consisting in:

- 1 LAV III with crew and 6 troopers.
- 1 BMP-2 with crew and 6 troopers.
- 1 BTR-70 with crew and 8 troopers.
- 1 "technical" in the form of a SUV with a .50 cal HMG and a crew of at least four.
- 1 "technical" in the form of a SUV with a Mk-19 and a crew of at least four.
- 2 ATV's with a crew of 2 each.

This will be followed by Comat Service Support and a follow-up force in the shape of a full company of Military Police made up fo RCMP and militia that will be tasked primarily as a reserve force during the mech. assault and then as a consolidation force once the take over the airport is complete.

While most of the audience was taking mental and/or written notes, Shevchenko moved to explain on to the fire support:

I'm counting with the formation of an artillery battery under the command of Capt. Bezhov and composed by the SA-8, two Cougars armed with 76 mm guns that are currently in the North Shore militia hands and our 60 mm mortar. In PacWar style, I'd rather mass the artillery firepower and put it under the main effort rather the divide it piecemeal. Seems like the Cougars are not mobile but that does not matter much as long as they can shoot.

A lot of logistical effort would be required but Taras was a pragnatic man and knew well what could be achieved or at least expected with the contribution of professionals of the arms and enough political back up.

If this arty capacity can not be completed as such we can count with going shopping to the Hell's Angels island and get a couple of mortar tubes or whatever we can get. As I said this will be a combined arms operation and as such will be conducted.

Before I run into more detail about the crossing here are some facts to matter to understand this operation:

We rely on SURPRISE, the enemy will not be expecting such an effort. When they do, it will be too late for them. We will build a deception plan as well as not to give out our location of crossing with false preps, fires, etc. I must encourage SECURITY and respect noise, cammouglage and concealment at all times. I'm expecting a decent weather to conduct the crossing. This will be done by snorkeling and ferry. More on that later on. We may be do that in low light conditions as well.

Extensive preparations will be conducted including heavy reconnoissance, maskirovka and detailed rehearsals for tyhe units to fully understand the plan. We will be flexible with contingencies but I'd like discipline and stick to the plan. Again, I come from a heavily disciplinarian background and this type of operation is demanding enough to require certain rigidity and observance of the rules.

There will be traffic control. From the University to the Indian Reserve and from there to the river crossing shores and beyond. This will be conducted by RCMP and militia especially trained. The units taking part in the operation will be organized through command and control cells.

Finally SPEED. It is of the most importance to cross the river quickly, assemble the force and prepare the assault quickly, without losing command.

Before I go more into the detailed phases of the operation I will like to make sure that our Commander Belanger feels confident with this plan and we can count with the approval and support of the other representatives of the forces that will be required in the operation: Members of the Canadian Forces, RCMP, militia, ex Soviet combatants, survivalists, etc.

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg #22):

Belanger had impressed the team with his distaste for the Billy Goats and their emnity for the Faculty he protected. They weren't the worst bunch of criminals and indeed some of the mutual hostility between the Billy Goats and the Faculty was to an extent mutual, but they were still deserters and he wouldn't be unhappy if they were all thrown in jail.

"One thing, Taras. I've seen the two Piranhas MacArthur had mounted on flatbeds to protect his train up on the North Shore.

"They're not the fire-support Cougars (with the 76mm Scorpion turrets) but the APC Grizzly versions (with the cal-fifty/M1919 MG paired in the LVT-7 turret). Both hulls are stripped of engines, transmissions, suspension, wheels, etc. but we could have them running in a matter of days. It's straightforward mechanical work at this point, and we can double or even triple shift the mechanics for this."

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg #22):

Attending Provost Belanger (militia and security commander) was the leader of the UBC community, Angela Kwan, the newly-defected Cpt. Bezhov, and the local commander of police, Inspector Kahndola. (Khandola was technically Belanger's superiour, but tended to go along with the Provost's recommendations.)

Bezhov and Belanger looked delighted with the outline. This was somewhat of an unusual application for Bezhov's beloved 98K33M3 OSA system ("SA-8 Gecko") but as of late there had been few chances to put it to use, due to the lack of high-performance jet aircraft. He was just glad to put his weapons to use, even if in an unconventional role as ground-attack!

Khandola seemed neutral, although this kind of military operation was beyond his training and experience he too wanted the Billy Goats brought to justice.

Kwan looked somewhat disturbed, not unexpected for a former professor of Political Science confronted dead-on with the effecting of policy by other means.

"Taras, I know we have had our problems with the Billy Goats. They refuse to negotiate with us until now because we're just civilians to them, but is there any way you can reopen negotiations with them on our behalf? Or would that compromise our, ah, security?"

Belanger pointed out, "Angela, as Taras said, we are going to ask for their surrender, first. If we can negotiate something first, great. But this is a needed strategic target. As the hydrology people point out, YVR is on a reclaimed island and is below sea level. If the river level gets much higher the dikes may fail and then the airport floods, making is worthless and possibly costing many lives."

He concluded:

"Time is of the essence."

The council of war was about to start the debate and Taras thought that the civilian casualties issue would be brought up and could compromise the strictly military nature of his planned assault.

Certainly...certainly... He interrupted as to trying to make his point:

There will be casualties if the targeting of the tower goes accordingly. This is a small price to pay. A control tower blasting out of the sky after being hit by a Mach 2 rocket will certainly send a clear message for the rest to surrender. I don't believe they will still have stomach to put up a fight. If they do, the sight of our mechanized platoon dashing towards should still work. The last word will still up to them....

Shevchenko also recognized his mistake about the hulls on the North Shore. He wouldn't get his artillery as he wished:

Belanger, seems that I was mistaken about the guns. Chances are we will need to use our contacts with the Hell's Angels, Andy and Tyler. Perhaps we should consider to send them to Annacis Island and get at least a couple of mortar tubes and enough ammo to provide support for the assault.

 He let his mind drift over the points of the mission and had to frown at the missle attack, Umm, on targeting the airport tower, dont mind doing the bad guys there, but there is alot of electronics packed inside the tower and comm gear, are we willing to give that up?, have to wonder if getting a team inside the tower might not be better?.

Kelsey taps her pencil eraser idly against her notepad while frowning.

"I can chip in with the repairs... I'm good especially at working on the vehicle electronics and fire control, but I can help with mechanical.  I also suggest that my team get listening posts set up and monitor what we can of traffic"

Fox had attended the meeting grudgingly.  It might be his job and duty to be there, but he didn't have to enjoy it.  He halfway listened to Shevchenko and Belanger, and gave Hope and Champlain a little more more attention when they spoke up.

He waited until there was a break with no one speaking then, and voiced in "Sgt. Shevchenko, as I understand your plan and your emphasis on the Billy Goats noticing the destruction of the tower, am I to understand that this will be a daylight operation?"

Hoping for a response in the negative, but preparing for an afirmative, Fox was already trying to think of the most respectful way that he could voice disagreement.  An airport runway is a long way to drive with no cover, especially after a gigantic knock-on-the-door, we're-on-our-way-in like an explosion in the tower, he thought privately.

Meanwhile...

Weeks earlier in Squamish, Seth said goodbye to George Clark. "Good luck, man. Find my cousin, my aunt's worried about her. Take care of yourself, eh?"

After the small convoy followed the rail line south, they arrived in West Vancouver (Horseshoe Bay). His family were found quarters, and Seth found work with Rod MacArthur down in North Vancouver, across the water from downtown Vancouver and Stanley Park. He was hired, along with other former CF personnel (and the odd ex-Soviet and US soldier) as part of the train's security team for its regular runs to Squamish and back. His knowledge of the way north along the rail line was invaluable to Rod, as the train had been secretly contracted to make a dangerous run all the way to Lillooet, farther than it'd gone before. The train's "yard" in North Van was based in the rail tunnels underneath the Lonsdale Quay shopping complex, with shops, quarters, warehousing and access to a nearby rail loop to allow them to shunt cars around (including 2 mounted with Grizzly APC hulls) and get turned around.

The militia, police and other volunteers from the trainyard in "North Van" and the fishing village by the BC Ferries terminal at Horseshoe Bay in "West Van" had agreed to help the government enclave in UBC clear Stanley Park. This would also secure the Lion's Gate bridge from the hands of a psychotic street gang and reestablish contact between West Van, North Van and Vancouver itself. A small unit of Soviet deserters (including 2 APCs) acting as mercenaries formed the core of the West Van Police and militia, while Rod's train security force (including Seth and other veterans) formed the core of the North Van civilian volunteers (there was no longer a North Van RCMP detachment and no militia). North and West Van always cooperated extensively before. This time (for example) North Van helped West Van by completely rebuilding the Soviet mercenaries' broken-down BTR-70 to become a riot-control vehicle complete with water cannon, "people catcher" and side plating.

In the past week they made the contracted run up to Lillooet and back with little problem, picking up a groups of Soviet deserters, along with their large 6-wheeled SA-6 "Gecko" anti-aircraft missile vehicle. They were fleeing the remnants of the loyalist Soviet garrison in Bella Coola. Shepherding them was a small unit led by Lt. Jagelis, who informed Seth there was a government intelligence unit operating out at UBC, and they were looking for experienced personnel (CF and RCMP preferred, but also others). Jagelis didn't hang around West Van, it was clear he had other things to do elsewhere and didn't have time to chat. Where or what he wouldn't say, all need-to-know.

The previous night, Seth helped the combined police, militia and volunteer forces from North and West Van secure and clear the park with no friendly casualties and a few wounded Stickmen. Without their leader, Cyrus, the gang had folded easily.

The next day, Seth made his way by ATV south over the newly-secured Lion's Gate, through the downtown, across to Kitsilano and finally west towards UBC. It was obvious this part of Vancouver was coming back to life. There were people on the streets going about their business, yards and parks were being cultivated, stalled vehicles being cleared from the choked streets and boulevards. He'd made sure he had the proper permits to go about armed, and a map to tell him where to go.

A militia patrol intercepted Seth and after checking his paperwork for his weaponry, directed him to the closer of the two entrances to UBC. It was a checkpoint in a double perimeter fence, with two mutually-supporting bunkers behind a series of concrete road barriers that forced approaching vehicles to slow down and form a single file. There were ample signs warning people that UBC was federal land and firearms were not permitted. (Technically still a part of the military, Seth was exempted.)

Once through the checkpoint he passed through both deep forest and cultivated lands on the university grounds, then arrived at the group of campus building and checked in at the RCMP detachment. After stowing his gear and all weapons except his sidearm, he made a report to the DRI's commander, Lt. Cdr. Clarke-Sullivan. Determining he wanted to join the DRI unit pending orders from the RMR in Kamloops or 39 Brigade HQ on the Island, she invited him along to the team briefing.

When he arrived, Seth realised that he recognised Andy and Fox as fellow "Pats" (members of the PPCLI) and had worked and fought alongside Mac (Chris MacDonald) in the Rocky Mountain Rangers up around Lillooet and Prince George. The recognition was mutual, of course!

Lt. Cdr. Clarke-Sullivan entered, leading a man in CF combats.

"Hello, everyone. Angela, Alain, Inspector Khandola."

She nodded hello to the rest of the personnel present.

"Sorry I'm so late. I have a new person here, Sergeant Seth Delaney, he's been with the PPCLI and now the RMR. Lately with Rod MacArthur's train security team in North Van."

The man with her was immediately recognised by several people as either a personal friend or at least a fellow soldier.

Clarke-Sullivan made herself a cup of tea.

Seth was still getting used to Vancouver.  The city seemed to be recovering from the War and was for more of a civilised place than Seth had been used to in recent years.  He was glad that he had persuaded Patrick to travel all the way from Pemberton to here - it looked like a much safer place for his ex wife Karen to bring up their kids.

They even checked firearms permits here!  That had freaked him out to some degree and he was conscious that his ATV and trailer must look like some kind of isolationist nutter's pet gun collection!

<img src="http://img192.imageshack.us/img192/1200/sethb.jpg"align="left">Seth himself looked like a soldier fresh out of combat.  Though he appeared to be relatively clean and had a well kept and freshly trimmed beard, his head was wrapped in a green patterned Keffiyeh and his uniform looked to be worn in several places.  He was wearing multiple unit insignia, having both PPCLI and RM RANG flashes stitched above his Sergeant stripes.

At present he was wearing CA standard issue webbing with a holstered HP-35 pistol on his right hip and three STANAG magazine pouches around his waist, indicating that he was someone who liked to carry a lot of ammo at all times, though his rifle had obviously been left somewhere else.

Seth is a fairly big man, standing a little over six feet in height with a hefty but athletic build.  When he gets chatting he has a friendly smile and likes to share a laugh and a joke with his comrades.

His brief interview with Lt. Cdr. Clarke-Sullivan had gone well.  He had told her the story of his recce patrol from Kamloops down Highway 99 via Pemberton and his winter stay in Squamish.  He had reported what he knew of Soviet defectors threatening Pemberton and how the Coastal Salish were both in control of Squamish and friendly to travellers along the road.  He had also told Clarke-Sullivan what he knew of the state of Highway 99 and how the railway was a much better option for much travel, even if it was in a truck along the track.

Seth had also explained that he had been working for Rod MacArthur most recently and had met Lt. Jagelis, who had told him of the DRI unit based at UBC.  He'd also recounted his involvement in the operation at the park the previous night where he had joined the combined police, militia and volunteer forces from North and West Vancouver.  He hadn't even fired a round as threatening people had been sufficient in the area of the park he had been deployed.  In fact most of what he'd done had been rounding up non combatants who were pitiful rather than dangerous.

Lt. Cdr. Clarke-Sullivan had seemed very interested in his report and his request to be able to contact RMR HQ in Kamloops if that was at all possible.  Rod MacArthur had told him that the DRI unit had long distance comms gear that would allow him to report into RMR HQ for the first time in about six months.  They probably thought that all four members of his patrol were dead!  Only Phil Matthews had been unlucky however.

After his interview Lt. Cdr. Clarke-Sullivan had been keen for him to attend a briefing that was going on and though Seth had initially been a little apprehensive about butting into someone else's operation he had followed her lead and he was glad that he had.  He had glanced around the room, quickly recognising three people in the room.  Two other members of the PPCLI, Andy McRae and Robert Fox, and another member of the RMR in Chris "Mac" MacDonald.

He smiled a friendly smile at the three men he recognised and offered his hand in greeting to each of them.  His handshake was as it had always been, strong and firm, but there would be time for an extended catch up later on.  He was conscious at the moment that he had interrupted someone else's briefing and, if Lt. Cdr. Clarke-Sullivan was proven to be correct, he could be joining this unit for the moment until the RMR decided on what else they wanted him to do.

Seth stood to attention and saluted the group of men who seemed to be leading the briefing, unsure exactly who was in charge.

"Sergeant Seth Delaney, Sir," he said with his deep voice, a slight touch of an Alberta accent apparent to those who studied such things.  "Formally of 3rd Battalion PPCLI but currently serving with the RMR."

He then took the nearest available seat and attempted to work out what this briefing was about.

Taras nodded to Andrea Clarke and welcomed the new arrival quickly indicating him to take a seat.

Regrettably we do not have neither the capability or means to prepare an air assault. The bridges are certainly tempting but they are certainly a most dangerous avenue of approach. They are choke-points. If our limited intel over the enemy is correct, it appears that the Billy Goats may have a substantial military background. To have a stopped column in a bridge will spell disaster. Secondly, we are planning to move a large amount of weight over a structure that may or may not be ready to support it. My study of the Lion's Gate Bridge concluded that there was a pre-war limit of 15 tons for road traffic. That's well below the 17 tons+ of a combat weight of the LAV III. It is a risk that will not escape the eye of a Combat Engineer...


Pride inflated him in his last line but nightmares about bogged down armored columns trapped and easily slaughtered came to mind in a rapid flash: The Salang Pass, Vedeno, Urus-Martan and in Southern Germany...

This operation is not just a simple raid. The idea is to take over the airport. There is a mechanized platoon to be moved together with its combat support and consolidation troops together with all the logistics involved. The only place where we can launch the bridgehead with surprise is the Musqueam Reserve. The distance to cover is respectable, even for a mechanized force but the advance can be covered by darkness and or smoke. We are also planning to obtain a larger picture of what they really have in there before the assault.

Seth studied the man who appeared to be leading the briefing, attempting to work out his accent and his rank, if any, from the insignia on his uniform.  Lt. Cdr. Clarke-Sullivan had breezed into the briefing without feeling the need to apologise so Seth guessed that she outranked the man however.

The mission seemed to involve taking over the airport and it sounded like a fairly major engagement was planned.  Seth had no idea who the Billy Goats were however so a degree of confusion was apparent on his face.  He would need to catch up sharply however, particularly if they asked him to join their forces.

Seth was a professional soldier by training and inclination and he'd felt a little out of the loop over the last few months in Squamish.  He was keen to get back into the swing of military life now that his kids were as safe as he could make them so he was keen to join this operation if they would have him.  Particularly as there were some good people already here.  It was a small world in many respects!

He raised his hand, indicating that he had a question to ask and spoke when there was a gap in the briefing.  "Sir," even if the man giving the briefing wasn't an officer it never paid to be too cautious, "sorry to interrupt but who are the Billy Goats?"

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #34):

Mac brightened as he recognised Seth. The men had met last year in the Rocky Mountain Rangers.

"Seth, ya bastard! Er, sorry. I mean, Sergeant Delaney. Great to see you, man! How's the wife, I mean ex, and kids?"

He explained the odd name.

"The Billy Goats are a gang located at the airport. It's our objective. They're called that because they use the bridges over the North Arm of the Fraser to intercept river traffic and charge a toll."

Mac was looking good, he'd put on weight since Seth last saw him as an anti-Soviet partisan, now dressed in CF combats and a green beret. He was also growing his hair a little long for the military. He also wore a beard, which was allowed in the CF since a Sikh officer had designed a gas mask that could be worn with all facial hair.

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #32):

Andrea put Seth at ease.

"At east, Sergeant."

"Staff Sergeant Shevchenko, Taras, is in charge of the briefing. He's in charge of planning this upcoming operation. My background is more in intelligence gathering, not operational planning."

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #27):

"I believe I can speak for the Faculty leadership on the salvage potential of the control tower."

He took a pointer and tapped it on a photograph of the terminal buildings.

"The main control tower was built in 1996, but there is still an old control tower dating back to 1967. We believe that most of the electronic equipment in the new tower was rendered non-operational by several EMPs in late 1997, including the exo-atmospheric burst over North America and localised EMP from the multiple strikes in the eastern part of the city over the oil storage tanks and Chevron refinery in Burnaby, and the Ioco refinery."

"The old tower is still intact, the radars and displays were not removed. If the new tower is badly damaged, we can still try and make the old tower operational."

"Either way, losing the new tower is considered acceptable to secure the airport. Of course, we would prefer to capture the control tower intact, but it's hard to see how we can do that without some kind of risky commando operation. Although, to be sure, we have enough commando personnel to form a suitable team."

He clarified Taras' answer about darkness. "Tyler, it is possible that we could do this after dark. Armies operated at night all the time before the invention of night-vision gear! God knows the CF didn't have a lot in the way of night-vision until the mid-90's. We should bear in mind we did complete the operation to clear Stanley Park from the Stickmen at night, although a group of trained military personnel with APCs and presumably heavy weapons is a different proposition! We do have a limited number of night-vision devices, including that on the LAV. Smoke is also an option, because the Billy Goats may well have night-vision of their own."

"Most important is advanced intelligence about the objective, although time is of the essence. As well, this will restrict out options regarding re-opening negotiations. They might listen to military personnel instead of civilians from the Faculty, but then again they might not, and that could compromise the element  of surprise."

Alain thought for a second.

"Taras, it may seem a little sneaky, but what about re-opening negotiations with the Billy Goats while going ahead at the same time with planning to secure YVR? They may not suspect a strike as long as we are talking, and it gives us more options if negotiations fail. Who knows, negotiations might succeed!"
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The Scottish dressed Corporal sits up, dropping her glengary on the tabletop.
"If it could be operational, then let's salvage it.  I am pretty sure if it isn't fried, then I can get it going again."
She smooths her kilt, thinking a moment, then nods.
"If they have already turned down parley, I don't see why we can wave something in their face while our other hand takes what we need.  They wanted to play gruff, won't see the writing on the wall.  Their loss.""

She leans back in her chair and her eyes float around the room, stopping on Mac and winking once.

Andy smiled at Seth and muttered a quick, "Catch you later", before returning his concentration to the briefing.

Once he had a chance to speak he said, "I'm glad to hear that the Air Control Tower doesn't contain the electronics we need, that being the case I'm happy to see it blaste dby artillery. I have several reservations about the mission as it stands however, not objections but things we are going to have to cover. The first is that we'll need a detailed covert observation and survey of the channel you intend to use for the water borne assault as well as finding suitable points for entering and leaving the water. I'm also concerned about the open ground the armour needs to cover, darkness and smoke are great ideas but just one anti-armour weapon and some night vision gear and we're screwed."

Any paused for a moment, "I'd suggest a demonstration toward the bridge which is supported by mocked up armour, this would lessen the chances of them being able to depoly such weapons against us. Also, even though I'm suggesting refinements to the military plan, I'd agree a negotiated solution would be ideal. The Billy Goats aren't aware of the findings of our Hydrothingy people, maybe if we share them that, perhaps we can encourage their co-operation."

Fox looked right at McRae and said "I disagree.  Letting them know that they'll soon be knee-deep and surrounded would only back them into a corner.  You never know what a man will do when he gets like that."

He brought his attention back around to Shevchenko.  "Staff Sergeant, I know who don't have a site picked for your crossing yet, but it's bound to take some time and make some noise.  Call me a pessimist, but I'd prefer something besides artillery as a distraction or cover to an op like this.  Maybe a simple bluff attack on the opposite side, to draw out the defenses?  A sniper team with some explosives might do the trick..."

Very well...

Negotiations should be conducted, of course. Regrettably I don't have the time or skill myself. Planning of the operation will take all of my time. If a negotiation team can be formed and put to work, and I believe our civilian counterparts will be more useful, we can better concentrate on our affairs.

If everybody is OK with the proposed operation I'm willing to move forward as we speak and start task organizing the elements.

 He had listened to those who spoke with the training they had learned the hard way and nods to most of what was said.

 All right, so we need to at least get a agreement to be able to use the comm gear on the airport and if possible to open up the place for aircraft?, why not try and make a deal?, sometimes a carrot will do more good then waving a stick at them.  If a deal can be struck where they can get some stuff they dont have now, maybe a trade off?. We know we can kick their ass without to much effort but the cost may be high. Just my thoughts commander.

Kelsey looks back and forth between the people talking, her brows knitting, waiting her turn... but eventually simply blurting out instead when it seemed to her things were a little far.

"Have we even sent a serious negotiation party to parlay with these folks?  Aren't they just displaced soldiers, much like the rest of us?  Are we sure a show of force to possible citizens is what we really want to do?"

Her gaze sweeps the room, then she shrugs slightly.

"I am sure if we are spoiling for a fight, we can find one, but why ask for one if we haven't tried another way?  I can ask around, maybe find someone that knows someone, maybe get us a face to face.  I mean.. until not long ago, we were all just fighting to survive, they might just see our side if we explain it?"

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #42):

Fixing herself a cup of tea, Kwan (the political scientist) answered,

"Our priority is to strip YVR of all electronics to restore communications in the city.

"Second is to prevent them from charging a toll on or otherwise restricting river traffic, which is illegal and undesirable however you look at it. (If you build a road on your property you can charge a toll, you can't take over a federal or provincial road and charge a toll.)

"Third is to reopen the airport, although we don't have much need for that as air traffic is minimal if not nonexistent, and if the river gets much higher there's a danger the dikes that keep YVR from flooding will fail. (The airport is on an island called Sea Island that's been mostly "reclaimed" from the mouth of the Fraser river, most is under sea level.) We might have better luck reopening Boundary Bay or Langley International Airport.

"We don't have a problem with negotiations, and bribery is not out of the question. We can also offer amnesty of some kind. Evacuation to higher ground for everyone at YVR, certainly. In the past we think they haven't wanted to deal because of some... misunderstandings... when we came over to salvage in the past. There were no fatalities, thank God. Plus, they tend to look down upon us as being civilians."

"But no, they've refused to open negotiations with us in the past.

"Getting a little more off-topic, we found the remains of a convoy in Stanley Park that had been ambushed and looted by the Stickmen. From the presence of a large quantity of aviation fuel (now in our hands) and other materials we surmise this convoy had been from YVR, intending to head across the park to Lion's Gate and make it to West Van, but they never made it. Now of course we're not giving back the fuel and supplies, but they might be happy to know their friends were avenged. If indeed these were friends and not outcasts of some kind from YVR."

"Getting back on topic, our success against the Stickmen certainly gives us a lot of creditability in negotiations. As well, if we can contact New Westminster, the biggest community upstream from VYR, and get them on our side, then they will be pressured from both sides."

Tyler had seen the US Army HEMTT tanker parked by Cyrus' HQ, along with a moving van. It didn't take a lot to make the connection to a certain '67 Mercury Cougar that had been parked there as well. The government got the tanker and the van full of supplies, but Ed had gotten the Cougar as a kind of consolation prize, which was better than a kick in the ass with a frozen boot!
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Seth listened to the discussions going on around him, trying to figure out the initial details that he'd missed.

Every so often his attention turned back to Taras.  Up until a few months ago he wouldn't ever have thought that he'd be sitting with a bunch of other Canadian and US soldiers listening to a Soviet soldier give a briefing.  Times had changed fundamentally though since the end of the war and that had been brought home to him by his stay in Squamish over the winter.  While there he'd met a former Yefreytor (the equivalent of a Trained Private in the CF) from the Soviet Army called Kristjan Viereck who spoke good English.  Kristjan was actually Estonian and he had explained to Seth that all members of the Soviet forces weren't actually dedicated Russians or Communists.

This had been quite an important turning point for Seth because up to that point he'd looked at all members of the Soviet forces as a single entity.  Meeting some former Soviet soldiers in Kristjan and his friends had brought home to Seth that the war was essentially over now and that people were just people now.

That meant that when he looked at Taras he didn't see a former enemy but rather the operational commander of this unit.  Though from listening to Taras speak he realised that he was a thorough man who preferred to be organised and ready for the direct action response rather than labouring with the softly softly approach.  That sounded very Russian to Seth!

Waiting for a lull in the discussion Seth then added his own thoughts and questions.

"Do you have any idea on the numbers of these Billy Goats?  You've said that they're ex CF and US soldiers but how many of them are there?  Also how much are they charging in tolls?  Is it a profitable business for them?  Lastly how are they feeding themselves?  Are they trading with anyone for food?"

He glanced around the room at some of the others he had recognised when he had first walked in.

"It sounds to me like you need to put these guys under observation for a while to gather some intel.  You've got several people here who could set up a obs point at night so that we could do a count of faces and armament for a day at least.  Even if you've got the tech guys repairing armoured vehicles at the same time it might be best to get some guys to gather intel while that's going on."

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #45):

"Seth? I can answer that, to a degree." He looked at his notes.

"The Musqueam band's "Rez" (Reservation) is just across the North Arm from YVR, to the northwest. The Musqueam have kept them under direct observation as best they can, but it's hard because YVR is so big and the terminal buildings are in the middle-eastern of the island. Plus, there are dikes surrounding the island, so you kind of have to go uphill a little to look down on it, which increases the range a lot. Most of what we know is from Musqueam fishing boats.

"I also visited there last week, on a little recce/trading mission with some band members. The tolls they charge are pretty reasonable, about equivalent to $30 in gold or silver to pass through along the North Arm, $10 to go via the South Arm the other way. Like has been said, there are even more ways up-river through the Fraser delta but so far it's not economical for people to use them because they are shallower and full of hazards.

"The Billy Goats seem to have two working M113s, one an APC with a fifty-cal and another an ACAV with fifty-cal and two GPMGs in back. The APC is parked at the bunker on the Arthur Liang bridge they use to block river traffic. The ACAV is at the terminal buildings during the day, although it moves to "Burkeville" during the night."

"We think there's around a hundred personnel as part of the gang, give or take, probably mostly or all ex-military from what I could see, which wasn't much. They don't live in the terminal; to the southeast of the airport itself but still on the island is a subdivision (Burkeville). We think there's at least a hundred non-combatants."

The map showed that the Fraser flowed west down the Fraser Valley. Starting at New Westminster, it split around around larger Lulu Island, otherwise known as Richmond/Queensboro. YVR was on Sea Island, at the very mouth of the Fraser to the west of Richmond and separated from it by the South Arm. The North Arm of the Fraser separated YVR from the Musqueam reserve to the northwest.

The only bridge that was known to be open to traffic was the Morey Channel Bridge to Richmond, all others including the Arthur Laing, were closed to vehicle traffic by permanent barricades and blocked at the island end by concrete barriers, razor wire and a bunker made of sandbags and metal siding.

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"There has been one unconfirmed sighting of a group of four Hells Angels bikers coming onto the island. This was three days ago. We don't know how long they stayed, what they did or where they went, but there wasn't any firing heard."
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"Huh, one one threes."  Kelsey stabs the table idly with her pencil eraser

"Easy to defeat the armor on them, they are just a tin can.  Of course, it's Ma Deuce we are worried about.  Excellent weapon for a wide open space like that.  We have at least one of those ourselves, though, and those one one three's don't offer much protection from it, even at range."

She stabs the table a few more times with the pencil eraser then nods "If they are soldiers, then let soldiers parley, eh?"  She shrugs  "I'm no negotiator but I'll volunteer."

Seth was a bit surprised at the estimated number of enemy forces and the scale of the operation that would be needed to defeat them.

"If the Billy Goats have got a couple of working APCs and about a hundred guys, most of whom have military training, then diplomacy seems like a good starting point to me!  How many guys do we have?  What's being proposed here is more than a simple skirmish and is going to result in casualties on our side for certain."

He glanced around at the people in the room, doing a quick count of the number of people here.

"That doesn't mean that an assault is the wrong option but is it the only option?  From the sound of the tolls these guys ain't getting rich doing what they're doing so I wonder how they're feeding themselves.  Have they started farming any part of the airport?  There must be a lot of flat open land alongside the runways.  If they're just trying to get by and survive then it might be possible to recruit them."

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #48):

"People, let's not keep asking questions that have been answered already. A strike is not the only option, please remember that Chairperson Kwan has said we're willing to negotiate."

"Just because we plan for a strike contingency, that doesn't mean it's the only contingency. Bear in mind we may not have time to enter into lengthy negotiation. If the dikes fail, then innocent lives will be lost."

"We have about three hundred militia and police available, including three APCs, two of which have significant anti-armour weapons. That's not counting New Westminster, assuming we can get them on side, although we've yet to talk to them. They may have militia and police, plus they seem to have a Russian nuclear submarine tied up at the Quay. Of course, that may represent a whole set of other problems we know nothing about at this time."

He turned to Mac. Mac had not only visited VYR and the Free Market on Annacis Island in the interest of trade, but New Westminster. He'd brought word of a Russian nuclear strike submarine, the K-121 Kursk, tied up at the wharf and flying modified pre-Soviet naval and national insignia.

"Mac, any idea about agriculture?"

Mac shook his head at the question of agriculture on the island.

"No sir, no agriculture aside from truck gardens that we could see, and they don't fish more than a little.

"We think they take what they get from trades and make a run to Annacis Island every weekend."

"Sorry to keep going over things Sir," Seth replied to the older man with the mutton chops.  "I'd suggest that you have a three pronged approach running at the same time.  The first prong is another attempt at negotiation, even if that's just for the purposes of gathering intel.  The second prong is actual intel gathering from a team who possibly even make a landing on the island to do some scouting around.  The final prong is the preparations for a full out assault, involving gathering what armoured vehicles and artillery together you can.  All of those run at the same time and if the carrot doesn't work then the stick gets used!"

Kelsey shrugs a little, the moves to stab at the map with the eraser of the pencil.

"Quick solution?  Threaten the Dike then.  That will put it in sharp perspective for them."  She shrugs a little, then grins lazily  "If the dike is the chief focus of the negotiation then make it a focus, regardless."  She humms a few bars of Led Zepp's When the Levee Breaks and takes her seat, muttering just loud enough for Mac and maybe a few others to hear "Just so long as the dyke isn't the chief negotiator, that joke won't die for a while."

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #51):

Angela answered, "I'm glad we're all on-side about negotiations being reopened, it's certainly what I would prefer."

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #51):

Nodding to Seth, Belanger quickly added, "no need to apologise. Angela wanted to negotiate over a strike, and I'm glad people think it's a viable option and are eager to move that idea forward while we make other contingencies."

He thought about Kelsey's suggestion. "Wow, not bad, not bad! I don't know, they know we went there for salvage before and might be smart enough to guess whatever value the airport holds for anyone is gone if it's flooded. Then again, it's a good bluff, threatening the dikes like that."

Lt. Cdr Clarke-Sullivan jumped in.

"Well, we need to know a few things, then."

"Who wants to go? I can't, I'm under orders to stay at UBC and coordinate intelligence-gathering and communications."

"What do we want, what are we willing to give up? That would largely be up to UBC and we don't need to finalise that now, but of course we need to go in with a firm idea what we're trading for."

"What's our timeline for a possible strike? If negotiations can't drag on forever, then we need to set a cutoff date at some point. Should we tell the BGs they have a deadline of some kind, or if we don't think negotiations will work keep things going just to preserve the element of surprise? This would be the "Gulf War II" approach."

"As well, are we going to contact New Westminster (upstream from VYR), try and get them on side?"
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"Honestly, I am betting what they are living off from is salvage.  So we are asking to take their lifeblood.  But.. if we point out the problems with the d.. levees, then they might be willing to look at it from a joining point of view.  Handled right, these folks could be a valuable addition to our community.  Was why I was thinking sending in a more.. normal sort of parlay group might be best?  Let soldiers talk nitty gritty and real with them?"

 To get out in the field again was better then staying around the base but he remembered the restored car out in the garage and almost wanted to stay to play around with that beast before duty overcame greed.

 I will take a ride up that way, still i might offer this cavet, Send one group to be the real talkers and another off to the side, close enough to see whats going down or to help extract the first team in case the billygoats want to get rowdy.

"Maybe send a few of us, like sortof unofficial like?"

She grins a little at Tyler "Sides, I want a closer look at that Cougar"

Fox addressed a few of Clarke-Sullivan's questions.  "I don't think we'd have to 'give up' much, Lt. Commander.  If these men are good soldiers, trying to provide for their non-com families, then we offer them asylum and jobs.  Have them join our forces.  Some of them could even still live in Burkeville, if they wanted to.

Or, if they want to retain their independence, we offer to transplant them.  We just have to make it clear that they can't stay at the airport and by themselves.  They need to give up one or both.

And if we need someone to get in touch with New West, send whoever it was that the BG's rejected.  They're not a para-military group, they'll talk to anyone we send."

In reply to Robert Duncan Fox (msg #59):

Belanger looked pleased at Fox's suggestion. It was logical, and Kwan had already said that some kind of amnesty could be on the table.

"I can tell you who went out to YVR before... it was Inspector (then Sergeant) Khandola and I, plus a salvage party. They assaulted us but thankfully, didn't kill us. Embarrassing, but we lived."

He continued, "unfortunately, as things have progressed here at UBC, neither one of us are free to travel to New West. Your team are the trouble-shooters, you're best suited for this mission, we believe, because there are reports of banditry on both SW Marine and Kingsway, the most direct routes from here to there. Maybe we can kill two birds with one stone by opening a land route to New West and talking to their leadership, while we conduct additional surveillance on YVR."

"I'm available to join in with one of the teams if you'd like me to," Seth contributed to the conversation.  "I'm obviously new to a lot of you though so I'm happy to go with whichever team you feel needs an extra guy."

He smiled slightly before continuing.

"I ain't much of a technical guy though."

Kelsey grins widely

"That sounds like a mission for my little Lovin Spoonful  The finishing touches on her command net and turret should be ready now, care to take her for a spin."

Unauthorized, but present on the port 'bow' of their apc is the fancifully painted 'lovin spoonful' and picture of a spoonful of bullets above the scrolling.  Likely, none of the team have noticed, unless they have been checking up on it.

Gentlemen, I want you to think for a moment who is the enemy across the board. They are military types like us.

Taras style was always in the manner of an experienced chess player. Patient and with a a problem solving, quasi fatherly tone.

If we start negotiations they will smell rat. They occupy the airport because is an strategic location and they know well how to protect it. The whole area is a large base. Battalion size i would say with good OPs, checkpoints over bridges well protected and a reaction force. I can believe that they also posses their own contingency plans if their formation and training is good. They are smart enough to keep a low taxation system and not to favor rough treatment but they remain a threat. From their position they effectively block communications with the South and therefore the border with US and seems like they are directly involved with trade with criminal elements.

He knew that in the mind of the concurrence he was challenging the negotiations. But that was not his true intention after all.

Now think what would you do if you were their Commander...Do you really think that they are going to drop the weapons and let be "re-located" and provided with food and shelter after being the overlords of the largest airport facility and fuel depot in the entire Western Canada? I will certainly conduct a counter reconnaissance operation. By now they should be already aware of our strength thanks to their friendship with the Hell's Angels. Based on this intel they could attack first or do whatever in order to disrupt our effort.

"Never underestimate your enemy. Especially the NATO type" was one of the true lessons that Taras learned through the war. His decimated unit paid a big price in blood up North.

If negotiations are to be open I recommend to be strictly firm in our offers and do not compromise any future military operation. I wouldn't give much time between a clear demand from them and a even clearer response from us.

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg #63):

"Sounds like a white flagged vehicle in front of an invasion force.  You can either try civil, nice, contact and offer a place in society, or you can smack them in the face in society and possibly establish a 5th column within us, considering their size and population.  I'd think more sincere negotiation might be the best action, with a prepared armed response ready, like you say.  I think we should try to play nice, because these sound like good people, they are probably realizing now that we are backed and part of what they might want to be a part of, so let's give em a chance, at least."

"It sounds to me that you need more intel about the Airport and the Billy Goats set up before you try any assault.  It's a large open area for a hundred men to patrol and they won't all be on duty at the same time.  Therefore there are bound to be bits of it that aren't actively patrolled and gaps that we could slip through.  How about several of us do a recce of the island tonight to see what the lay of the land is."

He didn't know many of the people in the room so he couldn't suggest who that recce patrol would comprise of but there looked to be enough people with appropriate training present.

"They have the bridges onto the island tied up with blockades but do they actively patrol the rest of the island?  Have they mined it or set out trip flares?  There's a risk of tipping your hand in case the recce patrol is discovered but it's probably worth that risk to find out more about their set up.  We might even be able to grab a prisoner or two to interrogate about the defences and the best levers to use in a negotiation.  I mean what's the state of medical care amongst the Billy Goats compared to here at UBC?  If they've got someone in need of serious medical attention then helping that person might benefit us in a negotiation.  What do you think?  Does a recce patrol sound like a good idea?"

"A recce patrol sounds like a very good idea." Andy said, "In fact I'd suggest several. The first should be by scuba units in the river to ensure we actually can use one of the beaches to land on, if that's not feasible then all bets are off on Plan A anyway. After that, a land recce would be good but I'd advise against deliberately trying for prisoners. A HUMINT operation of some sort needs to be arranged too, although I'm not fully sure how that might pan out. Does the Faculty have someone on the inside yet?"

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg #63):

"I can see your point, Taras. In their place, would we assume the government is negotiating in good faith? After our clearing the park and scaring the HAs from downtown, they could think they're next. That could work in our favour, if they think we're dealing from a position of strength. If nothing else, if they are now in league with the HAs, then their level of alertness will go up. As of this time, out "Coast Watchers" haven't seen regular patrols of the outlying areas of the Island, just movement around the YVR terminal, the toll booth, the one bridge to Richmond and Burkeville."

"One thing to take into account is there are huge mats of logs in the river leftover from the before the war. Some of the rafts are still chained together and intact, but a lot of those logs have broken free and choked the shoreline all up and down the Fraser. That makes beaches like MacDonald Beach unusable unless cleared."

"The Musqueam use boats to clear all the loose logs from their own shoreline and Celtic Shipyard. They use the logs for building, firewood, and so on. The Musqueam haven't touched the opposite shore, so it's still littered with debris and logs. If we try some kind of amphibious landing, then any beach or shoreline will have to be cleared of loose timber."

"I don't suppose we could try a little radio contact?  Think it'd hurt?  If they really are ex Canadian and US forces, they might just be old comrades of someone's?  Heck, there might be some folks from the Canned Scots in there!"

The discussion was heating up. The conclusion Taras felt was going to be obvious so he wanted to point out some details about join operations:

If you allow me I'd like to take some time to clarify the Red Army night capability:

As a senior Lt. in a Combat Engineer unit I was usually attached to support a tank battalion of a Motor Rifle Regiment belonging to the 62nd MRD. Night operations were normal activity. Same drills and formations are kept. Usually darkness is used to exploit the element of surprise and avoid surveillance detection. Our equipment was mostly dated but still useful. Our main tank is the T-62 in a modernized version. Most of the T-72s and better models were doing the fighting in China and Europe. Most of our equipment is active Infrared. It can be easily detected and it is not utilized for targeting but mostly for driving and navigation. If our units were compromised then artificial illumination is used. Also white light can be used if worst comes. My unit mark routes with colored lights and flares. That includes beach heads. Night orientation is helped by the use of gyros in the vehicles and following of given azimuths.

Officers are fond of extensive use of infrared binoculars and there is also a few night vision goggles for the scouts. I don't think there should be any problem to operate at night if necessary. Just to clarify.

Since this chapter is named "Consolidation" I will have Taras to work upon those lines in terms of leadership and organization.

...since we have come a long way since the arrival of the team from the Island in the GB Church and the beginning of the operations I suppose now is a good time to consolidate the structure of the ranks and formalize a staff. The capabilities of the Government had been vastly improved with the alliances of many communities and it is necessary to put everything in order before we move forward.

Canadian Forces, Survivalists, Natives, ex Soviet combattants, Mounties, militias, The Steve Miller band...All of them were in a good need of structuring to function properly. Numbers were growing. Effectiveness shouldn't be lost.

As a contingency plan, the takeover the airport will require a good deal of coordination. I'm afraid that a positive outcome will result in the Hell's Angels taken a firm stance against us and we should be prepared for this.

Shevchenko went to propose the new roles:

To form an effective Head Quarters staff we already have an overall Commander in Lt.-Cmdr. Clarke and a Executive Officer in Mr. Khandola. Now we need an Adjutant responsible for preparing the personnel estimate and effect of our human resources in operations. I believe Mr. Belanger is the most apropiate for this matter. He will also maintain strength on the ranks, take care of casualties and help with the processing of POW. His experience will be most valuable in maintaining unit morale, discipline and overall Law and order.

What we really need now is a dedicated Intelligence Officer that will be the driving force for all the operations. Without intel we cannot plan anything. The role includes maintaining current intel gathering, developing and interpreting information Determine likely and suspected enemy targets and prepare possible operations: This position is currently open...

Since we are really short staffed I'm taking charge of Operations and training. We already conducted some under my command and they appeared to be succesful. I will be closely interacting with the intel officer and other staff members. I can also take care of the logistics involved in the operations since our strength still small enough to be manageable.

Another open position is for a formal Civil & Military operations Officer. This will relate to the civilian affairs and will mostly interact with our Government officials to ensure that our operations are consistent with the lawful authority. Up for grabs folks!

Finally we are going to need a fire support officer. So far I'd trust Capt. Bezhov for this role. He has the proper military background and remains commander of the most powerful rocket system in our hands.

This is the minimum bare bones military command structure that I can think of. Once the staff is completed we can start operation in every aspect: From recce to mech assault, civilian reconstruction, etc. All of this operations will be under approval of superior command in the island (DRI) and civilian government.

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg #70):

"That sounds like a good basis to build from. I'd be glad to handle the Adjutant role, and I've been the Faculty's de facto intelligence officer. I think we should have a person dedicated to this, and I'm willing to act in this role until one is chosen or volunteered."

"It'll help to know what our time-line will be for securing YVR. Angela, do the hydrology people have a firm idea when things will get critical?"

She replied, looking at some notes.

"There's no firm estimate. A lot depends on how fast the river rises, what shape the various dikes are in. Now, we know that on the coast, the weather is more extreme after the war. The winters since 1997 have all been longer and colder than the previous, while the summers have gotten progressively hotter. This has compressed the growing season and reduced agricultural yields, but there are additional effects."

It was true, everyone had noticed winters being a lot colder with more snow than before the war. The few rumours from back east suggested that things were different. At least the Japanese current brought BC plenty of moisture, even if it turned to snowpack. The rest of Canada was suffering from severe drought since the war.

"The snow fall last year was abnormal, even taking into account the previous pattern. Coupled with an even hotter spring and summer, we could see problems as early as mid-June as the river swells with runoff."

"Two months might seem like a long time, but in that period we have to complete the salvage of YVR, plus warn people in the flood plan areas. Given the political situation and the state of infrastructure, that will be difficult at best to accomplish."
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"Okay then."

The Lt. Commander got up, faced the group.

"How's this for a timeline?"

"Let's send a group ASAP to New Westminster. We should know where they stand, ASAP. Any problem with going tomorrow? They can go out via Soutwest Marine and back via Kingsway, to determine if reports of banditry along these route are true or not."

"We'll up surveillance on YVR immediately, including monitoring radio traffic and determining a patrol schedule. We can start this tonight."

"In one week we begin negotiations. If they haven't borne fruit ten days from now, we'll move in on them and begin salvage operations."

"Taras, you want to take command of the mission to New West? Or leave that for Master McRae or Sgt. Fox? Inspector Khandola will put the ERT at your disposal as reinforcements and act as a reaction team."

The ERT was a 12-person unit in 2 SUVs and 2 ATVs. There were 2 4-person stacks armed with C8s and MP5s, plus a 2 person marksman element and a 2-person RPG team, using the RPG-7 that Taras "donated" to UBC when he arrived. The two stacks and the marksmen were part of the RCMP detachment, while the AT team were militia and former CF personnel.

Seth had already stated that he was best used as part of one of the recce teams so he just nodded as Lt. Commander Clarke-Sullivan outlined her suggested assignments.  He was the new guy so would take on whatever role was requested of him.

In a gap in the conversation however he spoke quickly to Alain Belanger.  "Mr Belanger, as you're the current intelligence officer I may have some useful information for you about Highway ninety nine.  I travelled down that route from Kamloops via Pemberton and Squamish over the last six months ish."

Kelsey was already starting a make a check list after commander Clarke had spoken, but Seth's statement made her pause and look.  This, she noted, would be important.  Assuredly, her eyes were not the only one's on Seth, he probably had the attention of everyone there.

 The idea of seeing what was to the west caught his attention right away. He had to guess the Billy Goats wouldnt be much of a problem against a hard strike.

 Looking for an openning he offers his thoughts, Well put me down for the team headed west, give me a chance to see how the coast looks at this time.

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #74):

"Thanks, Sergeant! That will be useful to know. At this time, we're expecting the Rangers to move down Highway 3 from Kamloops in the summer, but they could go around the long way via Lillooet and Squamish, down 99."

"What was the route like? How was the snow? Enemy or bandit forces?"

He addressed everyone, "thanks for volunteering to come along! If Taras can't make it, then decide among the two of you, Sergeants Fox and McRae, who's in command. Sergeant Delaney is also a possibility, if he decides to join this unit, although he doesn't have seniority (which is equal between McRae and Fox)."

"There's also a possible detour to Annacis Island. At this time, I'm assuming Corporals Champlain and Lee, Private MacDonald, Sergeants Fox, Delaney and Hope, Master McRae, are all interested in a trip to New West. Gunnery Sergeant Conklin?"

Caught looking a little distracted, the old Marine sniper slowly smiled and shook his head. He drawled, "not my thing, Provost, sorry. I'm happy to remain here and organize Master McRae's sniper team to get them ready to recon, sorry, recce the airport. Hope you don't mind."

"Put me down too, I'll leave someone in charge of my team."

Seth nodded as Belanger asked for further details of Seth’s journey and then put him forward for the trip to New Westminster.

When there was a gap in the conversation Seth gave them all a summary report of his recce patrol.

“Mr. Belanger Sir.  I left Kamloops on the fourteenth of September last year, leading a four man recce patrol travelling in one of my men’s old truck.  We had a few interesting encounters travelling from Kamloops to Pemberton but nothing problematic.  We saw signs of groups of men moving around but everyone seemed to want to avoid contact so we didn’t have any serious problems.  The road isn’t in good condition and was blocked at a couple of points but it was traversable.”

“We found Pemberton to be largely deserted and a stand off going on between the few remaining townspeople and a group of Soviet deserters who dominate the area.  We helped the main group of townspeople leave Pemberton but were forced to head towards Squamish and not towards Kamloops.”

As he spoke Seth glanced over to Mac as he was also from the RMR and probably knew the men from Seth’s patrol.  “One of my men, Private Phil Matthews, was killed in a skirmish with the deserters as we were leaving Pemberton, as were one of the townsmen and at least four deserters.  We headed further down Highway Ninety Nine towards Squamish and arrived there as the snows were getting bad and winter was starting to set in.”

“Another one of my men, Corporal George Clark was from Squamish and so his presence ensured that we received a good welcome there.  They were very hospitable to us and helped us survive the winter there.  There are some more ex Soviet troops there who’ve joined the Squamish Militia and serve with them.  Some of them are Estonian if that's relevant?”

While people nodded one way or another in answer to his question Seth continued with his report.

“When spring came the vast majority of us packed up our gear and headed down towards Vancouver.  The road became worse however with more blockages and we eventually gave up trying to travel on it and switched to the rail line which was generally intact and passable, except for two particular points where there have been complete washouts that have damaged the track.  We managed to make our way around those in vehicles but I doubt that a train could make it.”

“On arrival in the Vancouver area I helped the townspeople from Pemberton set up home in North Vancouver while the last remaining member of my patrol, Private Keith Tremblay, went off to try and find out what had happened to his family.  He’s from Vancouver originally as was Private Matthews and I need to try and find Private Matthews family if possible to give them the news.”

A resigned, sad look came over Seth’s face at the prospect of delivering that news.

“Some other bits of useful intel for you all,” he continued after a couple of seconds.  “The residents of both Pemberton and Squamish reported that winters have been worse and worse since ninety seven with ever increasing amounts of snow.  The remaining Soviet forces are believed to be bottled up in the Bella Coola area and there are bands of US, Soviet and CF deserters in Lilloet and outside Squamish.  Before I left Kamloops there were also reports that there were deserters in Penticton but that intel is old.”

He scratched his beard while the tried to wrack his brain for any other information that might be useful.

“Also several of the Estonians in Squamish told me that they had heard that if they needed work then they were to come to somewhere called the Free Market in Vancouver as there were people there hiring mercenaries.  Lastly there is concern in Squamish that some young women have disappeared and the rumour is that they’re being kidnapped by someone based in the Vancouver area.  I think that that is it Sir unless you've got any questions?”

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #80):

Belanger looked impressed.

"That's quite thorough, Sergeant! It's interesting that the Estonians have banded together. We've seen few Russians, most of the ex-Soviets that have made their way here or otherwise cooperate with us are other ethnicities, Ukrainians like Taras or even Kazakh, like Bulat. Captain Bezhov is something of an exception."

"Regarding tomorrow, I think it's a good idea to stop by the Free Market. We can hire a lot of those mercenaries there, if there are any, keep them out of the service of others and under control."

He shuffled some notes.

"Seeings how I'm keeping an eye on unit strength, the following is a tally of the team's core equipment. More can be requisitioned and the Faculty will spare what it can, but they have their own priorities, now that people are migrating back to Vancouver."

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Group Equipment

Item	                              Units
Duct Tape                                3
Barbed Wire, Concertina, metre          30
Barbed Wire (Straight), metre          200
Bucket, Metal                            1
Cord, 15M                                5
Jerry can, 20L                           5
Rope, 11mm milspec, 50m                  2
Snorkel Gear                             2
Wetsuit                                  2
Tarp, 2x3m                               1
Grapple                                  1
Antenna, 500km                           1
Individual Tactical Radio                1
TA4044B Power Amplifier                  1
Field Medical Assortment #2              1
Blood, whole                             4
Battery Charger                          1
Bolt Cutters                             1
Basic Tool Kit                           1
Entrenching tool                         1
Excavating tools                         1
Small Arms Tools                         1
Heavy Ordnance tools                     1
Wheeled Vehicle Tools                    1
Ethanol                                520
FLEXCEL Liquid Container, 250 litres     2
Medium Still                             1
Domestic food                          200
Water purification Kit                   1
Can Opener                               1
Mess Kit                                 6
Mounted Water Ration Heater              1
NMT                                      1
NHT                                      1
C6 GPMG                                  1
Mk-19 Mod 3                              1
40mm HVHEDP, 50 belted                   4
M18A1 Claymore, case, 6                  2
7.62mmN, case 600, belted                2
40mm HEDP, case, 75                      1
40mm Illum, individual                   2
M67 Frag Grenade, individual             8
M2 Carl Gustav                           1
FFV-551 HEAT, 84mm                       8
FFV-545 ILLUM, 84mm                      4
M203A1 grenade launcher                  1
Refrigerator, small                      1
Freezer, small                           1
1.5 Kilowatt generator                   1
GKB-816 (Russian 3 tonne trailer)        1

Equipment Resupply	                                 Amount	Number	Total	Notes:

Audio Recorder, Advanced	                 1	
Audio Recording Cartridge	                 50(Unlimited)
Broadcast Monitoring Equipment	                 1	
Bugs, stage II, VOX	                         3
Bug Detector Kit	                         1	
Bug Monitor	                                 1
Hidden Microphone	                         3
Laser Microphone	                         1
Motion Detector	                                 2	
Parabolic Booster	                         3	Kelsey
PRD-303/SV Surveillance System (sensor)	         2	
PRD-303/SV Surveillance System (receiver)	 2	
Radio Direction Finder	                         1	Kelsey
Sound Amplifier	                                 2	
Special Vision Adapter	                         10	
VHS Video Cameras (small)                        2	
VHS Cassettes             	                 10	(Unlimited)
VHS VCR                                          1
Wire-Tapping Tools	                         2	Kelsey
Electronics Repair Kit                         	 1	Kelsey
Trade Goods*	                                 1	
M-224 Mortar**                              	 1		
60mm HE, case                                    3	
60mm ILLUM, case                                 3	
60mm WP                                          2	
5.56x45mm NATO (case of 1000)                    15
7.62x51mm NATO (case of 600)                     15
9mm Parabelum (case of 1500)                     10      

* Trade goods: food staples (beans, rice, canned goods, sugar, tea, coffee, dried milk, etc), luxury goods, (cigarettes, liquor, chocolate), household, (matches, sewing kits, etc.) toiletries and sundries.

** 60mm M19 Mortar with M5 Baseplate (4km IFR).

Team Vehicles:

LAV-III ("Loving Spoonful") Fully supplied and operational. Added: 2x side-mounted Claymores in boxes.

Chevy Suburban (Navy Blue)

Jeep YJ (Green)

UAZ-469 (Green w/Black trim)

2x ATVs (Black/Yellow)

This doesn't count personal vehicles like Tyler's or Seth's own ATVs, or Tyler's Cougar, although Taras' UAZ-469 has been added to the mix.
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"Sir, just to be clear," Seth replied, "they weren't all Estonians.  It's just that the one who had the best English who I got pally with was Estonian so I sort of think of them as The Estonians, if that makes sense."

"Moving on to this trip to New Westminster, how risky is that likely to be?  Actually, let me rephrase that.  Do you want us to go in lightly or heavily armed?  I've got a C7A1 if we're going light or a RPK if we've going heavy so I just need to know which one you want me to pack?"

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #82):

"Thanks, Sergeant. It's good to keep in mind that the Soviets are made up of a number of different nationalities and ethnic groups."

"If I may, we think it won't make a difference if you go light or heavy and we have no preference. Or, to be exact, we don't know what difference it will make. You're going to be doing a recce there and back of two routes (Southwest Marine and Kingsway) that are known to be trouble areas. We expect a certain amount of restraint but again, not at the expense of safety."

"In the end, your behaviour will have a far greater effect on your reception than your level of armament. The exact disposition of what weapons you have, including what you take with you in the first place, are ultimately the responsibility of the mission commander, who has yet to be determined. In the end, you can always leave something in the car or LAV. The "Lovin'Spoonful."." She shook her head in mock despair at Kelsey's nick-name.

Kelsey responds to the commander's mock despair with a hearty thumbs up and grin "A lady needs a good name, Commander."  She looks to Sgt Fox "I can command a vehicle for you Sarge"

Fox glanced over to Kelsey, then over to the others.  It seemed that no one was volunteering for any of the jobs, and they needed to get done.  In his own mind, the recce and talks with New West were both important and also able to be done quickly.... hopefully.  Both reasons argued for getting them accomplished and then moving on to helping at the airport.

"I'll command the trip to New West then.  Anyone who wants to come along is welcome.  We'll take the LAV and the Jeep, and maybe an ATV or two if we have the personnel for it.  And Kelsey, sure.  You can call the shots in the Jeep," he said simply.

His mind clicked in to logistics: it sounded like the Lt. Commander already had routes figured, at least roughly.  It would only be a few more minutes for personnel and vehicles, then the rest of the day to go over equipment.

Kelsey Chuckles "Not what I had in mind, but whatever you need, I have multiple capabilities"

In reply to Robert Duncan Fox (msg #85):

Andrea nodded.

"Good, Sergeant. I like it when people show initiative."

This was certainly important as well for Sergeant Fox. When the team first arrived, they'd walked into a Stickmen ambush. A couple of the team were burned by molotov cocktails (including Lt Jagelis, Cpl. Lee and Sergeant Fox) and a militia manning the RIB they'd come in was killed. Fox had taken the defeat personally, and it had been touch-and-go if he would even stay with the assignment afterwards. It looked like he wasn't just marking time but determined to take a more active role than in the past.

"Let's see who's interested?"
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In reply to Robert Duncan Fox (msg #85):

"Sure thing, man! Love to come along. I can drive, or run the main gun on the LAV."

In reply to Robert Duncan Fox (msg #85):

"Count me in! I've driven the LAV before. Or, I'm fine going with Kelsey, too."

Rachel gave one of her all-too-rare smiles, something that had been happening more often as of late.

"I think if you run military-looking vehicles up those routes then any would-be carjackers will just lay low. Even the SUV and Jeep are a little well known as UBC police and militia vehicles because of the time downtown, and we could be "made" if we use them.

"I saw someone had a nice car out there earlier, do you think we could borrow it to use as a decoy? Or, we could find something around here that still runs, I guess. But that Cougar, now that would be a tempting target."

Funny, don't remember seeing it around before. I think Cyrus had one like it parked in his compound, but it's gone now. Hmmm..."

Her tone of voice was light, as if she understood where the car was coming from, but was more joking about it than being serious.
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 Glancing over when they started talking about his car, and let his eyes probe the distance between them with a touch of mischief, I must assume your talking about the car in impound, thats here for the evidence in case there was a trial.

 Rubbing his nose he switches topics, If you need a gun hand on the trip west i would toss my dime into the pot. But if we are going after the guys at the airport iam thinking we will need a full court press to overwhelm any defenses they had set up, then again we may get lucky and they agree to work with us on the salvage.

"I'd better act as part of the sniper section if we're going," Andy said, "I have no problem working under someone else's command, I'll be in the wrong position to lead."

He looked over at Taras, "Is that OK, Sir, or do you want me elsewhere?"

Kelsey returns the smile with a nod
"Drive and I'll gun, or run the radio and hold a rifle if we have a third in the jeep"

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #90):

This time, Rachel grinned in reply and waved dismissively.

"Oh, I sure it's some other car I'm thinking of. As for that sweet-ass Cougar you were driving, I'd be glad to help you with the paperwork transferring legal ownership to you, so there's no hassles. It's not a big deal, we do this all the time for salvaged materials and goods."

This was a big thing, as the Mountie was tacitly saying she could make the car officially his. With the previous owners dead (assuming they were the legal owners in the first place) and few pre-war records surviving, such papers were as legal as you were going to get at this time.

 He had to grin with the oblique way of doing "Paper work", In his rough but smooth deep voice, Well, darling if you can ..Magic that paper..Iam sure i would be most gratefull, still for that kind of trip i would prefer not to risk the car to a stray round from the woods. With a glance up to see if the commander had resumed his briefing he looked back over to Rachel,if you want and we have time i will let you have a spin later.

Sgt. Fox: Regardless of the success of the negotiations we are in need of whatever kind of ship or boat we can get. If the local government is Ok with that explore the market and let me know what we can get. If they are not forthcoming try with the local owners. Tell them that one party in Vancouver is interested and will pay cash. Take the camera and notebook with you and see what would be capable to haul at least 1 SUV type of vehicle.

As he figured out the meeting will be coming to an end and the negotiation team dispatched soon.

Yes, Andrew. Perhaps we should kill two birds with one shot and right after New Westminster if time allows you can go down to Annacis Island and explore the possibilities to buy artillery from the Hell's Angels. Let's be discreet on this one. NMaybe you should tell them about some ex- Soviet Army soldiers in the North Shore as customers. It should ring a bell and avoid an initial embarrassment. Same as with Sgt. Fox. Scout the market and keep me informed. I can even go down with Bulat or Bezhov to formalize the purchase.

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #94):

She raised her eyebrow when Tyler declined to lend his car. "Ah, too bad. That would make perfect bait. Well, I'll get right on the paperwork for it. When we get back. And I have a moment." She grinned, sweetly.

"I'll join in with the trip to New West," Seth added into the conversation.  "That's unless there's a need for me to do something else?"

He didn't know Vancouver very well at all, having only come to the city a couple of times before the War and never since, and this trip seemed like a good opportunity to get to know his way around as well as a chance to get to know some of his new team mates better.

It seemed like the DRI unit was operating more like a military police force than a military unit to him and, though that didn't bother him, it did place him outside the comfort zone of his experience.  He was used to the black and white of combat with Soviet forces and not with the grey of dealing with civilians who might or might not be on your side.

He suspected that he was in for a steep learning curve!

Mr. Delarney!

Seems like there was an overall mistaken attitude in the West about the Red Army...All of this time in Vancouver I've been somehow explaining that combattants from the USSR were more than "Russians". I am an Ukrainian myself. The Soviet Union remains a huge multi ethnic country, not unlike Canada but there are some huge differences. Let me explain you:

Taras stood by the desk ready to deliver yet another well rehearsed speech since he arrived to UBC:

Every 17 years old, physically able, usually son of a peasant or worker without connexions, is called to defend the Rodina for a period of 2 years for the Land Forces or Air Armies and three years for those in the Navy. One mandatory requirement when possible is that Russians will serve outside the Russian Socialist Republic, Ukrainians out of Ukraine or Estonians out of Estonia. If there is any problem in Russia, lets say Omsk or Ryazan, these troublemakers will be crushed more mercilessly by non Russian troops. For instance, back in 1970 in Donetsk in Ukraine there was a big strike that was mostly supressed by neighboring Georgians but also Kirghiz and Tatars troops. It is important that there are no relation with the locals. Usually they don't even speak the same language even though Russian is mandatory for everybody.

It is also important to put together different nationalities in the divisions and regiments, even battalions. If there are too many from one single place usually some military bureaucrat will get into deep shit.

It seems quite difficult to achieve but the system works surprisingly well. Problems still since certain nationalities are more prone to dissent. This includes the Baltic republics and especially the Caucasus.

It doesn't seems strange to me that some Estonians ran away.

The complexity of the Red Army in terms of structure, composition, nationalities was running parallel to that of the country that was suppose to defend. But the Soviet Union was more than a country an ideological powerhouse and the ideological component also was felt in the mix.

I served with the 62nd mostly in the North Caucasus, close but not in the Ukraine. When our unit was mobilized it was not directed to reinforce the South-Western Strategic Direction. Nor even the second echelon in the Carpathian Military District was fully deployed. Our unit was then free to be deployed somewhere else. Being a reserve unit the Stavka decided to use it to open a new front and we ended up here.

Seth nodded as Taras explained the structure of the Soviet Armed Forces.

"I've heard some of that before," he replied, obviously grateful for the information, "but not in as much detail.  The Estonians I met were good men who were doing what they could to help the Squamish militia, making a new life for themselves as returning to their homeland wasn't really a possibility."

It occurred to Seth that the same was probably true of Taras.

"They didn't really run away.  That makes them sound like cowards.  Their command structure crumbled and somehow they ended up joining a community rather than becoming bandits.  That makes them decent men in my book!"

He glanced around the room at those who had said they were going to New West.

"When are we leaving on this recce to New West?  Is there a room I can use here to store my gear and get myself sorted out?"

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #99):

"You should take off tomorrow. Kelsey will be happy to get you settled into your billet. There's hot water and electricity in the evenings!"

She turned to the map:

http://tinyurl.com/2dlagnb

"Your primary objective is to reach New Westminster and make contact with the city government on behalf of the provisional BC Government. Determine their possible allegiance and resources, and feel them out regarding the Billy Goats and the HAs. Our information is they have had conflicts with bikers in the past, and so may be sympathetic. As well, the Billy Goats charge tolls on river traffic, which cuts into their trade.

"There is also the Russian nuclear submarine that Mac, Rifleman MacDonald photographed. Find out what you can, it's allegiance, is it operational, weaponry, etc.

"Secondary is to clear the two main transit routes between Vancouver/UBC and New Westminster. Kingsway Avenue and SW Marine Drive.

"We therefore suggest that one leg of the route each should go along both Kingsway and SW Marine. SW Marine is the official disaster response route and is the most direct route between here and New West, while Kingsway is more heavily traveled.

"Our reports are of armed gunmen, possibly ex-soldiers, holding up traffic and robbing travelers at gunpoint on both Kingsway and SW Marine. We have heard about killings, assaults and rapes have occurred, although we haven't been able to verify them at this time. Numbers and equipment is sketchy, although the gang on Kingsway seems to have some kind of large military vehicle they are using, eyewitness reports vary from seeing a "tank" to a "technical" (a jeep with a large calibre weapon mounted in back).

"The attacks on Southwest Marine have occurred near the intersection of Boundary Road (the border between Burnaby and Vancouver) at the bottom of the hill. The ones on Kingsway are around Metrotown mall, a very large shopping centre, also not too far from Boundary. There may be a connection, with a single group using Boundary to go back and forth between Kingsway and SW Marine."

Metrotown was a huge shopping centre on a ridge that ran more-or-less NW-SE from New West to Vancouver through Burnaby. Kingsway followed along this ridge, being descended from the old wagon route and then inter-city rail line that ran along it. This was from a century earlier, when the Lower Mainland had been primordial forest and humanity clung to a few widely-separated enclaves like the then-capital of New West and Granville (now downtown Vancouver). SW Marine was located below this ridge to the south and paralleled it along the Fraser River. Boundary followed the border of Vancouver-Burnaby straight north and south, up the hill connecting SW Marine to Kingsway, then down again on the other side.

"Annacis Island is important but secondary to the other objectives. Fortunately, it's mostly on your way if you take SW Marine out to New West. You'll have to backtrack a little to get there. Again, learn all you can about the Free Market and any Biker presence there, as well as information on black market weapons, mercenaries, etc."

 Not being sure which group he was to be assigned to, he listened to the westard scout team being briefed of what was reported to be there.

 So, there is bandits and trouble in river city, what else is new?. Lets go kick some ass. He makes the last with a open smile and knowledge of who he had here to cover his "6".

 It would be nice if there were someone in charge of metrotown area we could chat with, sure we can deal with the bad guys but i would not think we want them getting the impression we are moving in to take over either, or at least thats my impression.

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #101):

"That's a good point about the area that's seeing some trouble. Burnaby is between us and New West and divided into north and south Burnaby. We believe at least one nuclear strike occurred in and around north Burnaby due to the refineries and tank farms located there. (By the way, determining what shape the city's refineries and the Alberta pipeline are in will be a task for another day.)"

"Damage from that attack apparently blocked the Trans-Canada highway, the main freeway through Burnaby into Vancouver. This leaves Kingsway and SW Marine as the major surviving arteries."

He conferred with Khandola for a moment.

"To our knowledge, the pre-war city government didn't survive, although the city hall wasn't badly damaged, and there is no successor administration. This includes the RCMP detachment at Deer Lake. If there's a new government in Burnaby, I would guess these bandits are either a problem for them too that they would like some help with, or they are connected to criminal activity themselves (much like Sarajevo) in some way."

"If there is a government then we're just dealing with a problem they can't seem to, or they are the problem. Either way, we need to clear both Kingsway and SW Marine, as these are the two main remaining routes into the city."

Seth studied the map of Vancouver he'd been given, getting used to where different locations were in relation to each other and occasionally making short hand notations on the map for his own personal reference.

Fox mumbled a little, under his breath "That makes it a nice baker's dozen objectives for one recce."  Then he refocused and spoke aloud:

"Ok, I went over assignments and the route.  Like I said before, we're taking the Spoonful and the Jeep.  I'll be commander in the Kodiak, and Champlain will be commander in the Jeep.  She'll have Lee driving, Delaney as a gunner, and McRae as a rear guard.  I'll have Mac and Hope as my gunners, and the Constables and militias as troops and driver.

We won't be doing any real vehicular scouting; we're just going to make sure the road is clear and secure.  If we need to stop, say to clear debris or anything like that, our scouts and snipers can poke around for a few minutes then.  Otherwise, we're going straight through; we have a big list of to-do's and not a lot of time.

Route will be as follows: start point is on the south side of Uni grounds, at SW Marine and 16 Ave.  We will follow Marine going south-east and then east, until it splits.  We will proceed on Marine Way, the south on the 91A, 91, and Cliveden to reach Annacis Island.  We'll have a planned stop there, say an hour.  Then backtrack up to Marine Way, turning onto Stewardson Way, and Royale Ave into the heart of New West.  One note: we will leave SW Marine for a short time at 70 Ave, to avoid possible exposure to the Billy Goats across the river.

Return trip's start point is Kingsway at the Pattullo Bridge.  We will follow the Kingsway north-west until it intersects with the Lougheed Hwy.  Lougheed Hwy, turning into Broadway going west, then south on Alma St, and finally westbound on 16 Ave back to our original start point.

A review of our objectives: 1. contact New West authorities.  Determine allegiance, resources, and disposition to the HAs and BGs.  2. Recce the Russian sub.  Allegiance, state of repair, weapons, etc. 3. Clear both travel routes: SW Marine and the Kingsway. 4. Visit Annacis Island and the Free Market.  Determine HA presence, as well as check for useful weapons and supplies.

Does that cover it?  Did I miss anything?  Any other questions or comments?"

 He had been with these professionals long enough to be able to make a statement of reaction to hostile forces but just so it was in the records. Commander, whats the rules for hostile contact?, we going to have to get your ok to return fire?.

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #105):

Belagner smiled as he replied, "Yes, you have rules of engagement, and no, it's in there that you don't need permission to return fire.

"Always remember that you always have your "rights to engage", which is part of the ROEs. Your safety is important, and the safety of civilians is paramount and you may do whatever it takes to ensure both. We only ask that you don't wantonly destroy infrastructure or buildings."

He referenced the ROEs that had been previously posted. They had been modified somewhat.

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RULES OF ENGAGEMENT

Nothing in these rules interferes implicitly with your Rights to Engage or to take appropriate action to ensure your personal safety, the safety of your unit or that of civilians.

1. You have the right to use force to defend yourself against attacks or threats of attack.
   
   
2. Hostile fire may be returned effectively and promptly to halt a hostile act.
   
   
3. If attacked by unarmed hostile elements, use the minimum non-lethal force necessary under the circumstances to accomplish your mission.
   
   
4. You may not seize the property of others to accomplish your mission unless involved in a criminal act.
   
   
5. Enforcement of the Criminal Code, including detention of civilians or the seizing of property and weapons, is authorized only for the attached RCMP personnel and at their discretion.
   
   
6. Weapons to be normally kept at Unloaded unless otherwise instructed.

Remember:

• We are not at war with the people of Vancouver and not all armed parties are to be automatically considered hostile.
• Treat everyone with dignity and respect.
• Many people may be unreceptive or suspicious. This does not make them "hostile" under these ROEs.
• Use minimum force to conduct your mission.
• Always be prepared to act in self-defence or the defence of civilians.
• Avoid civilian casualties under any circumstances or the destruction of property if at all possible.

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"One prior caveat about this being a reconnaissance mission and withdrawal or avoidance is preferable to confrontation has been removed from the ROEs. At this time, we (the Inspector and Chaiperson Kwan) are confident in your judgement and restraint without specifically tying your hands.

"Originally, the "be nonconfrontational" idea was if you got us the information we could follow up with a militia or police patrol later. That isn't possible at the moment, for example, as most our other forces are tied up as we are (ironically) more successful in extending our authority. We can still back you up and you're not alone out there, but we usually won't have the luxury of deploying troops later when it's more effective to have you handle the situation on-scene, as it were. Also, this also conflicts with your role as the heavy element for the UBC Garrison."

"Regarding Annacis Island, that's important but not the focus of this mission. Mainly, we want you to recce the two routes, contact New West, and return. If Annacis Island the the Free Market has to wait for another day, that's fine."

"Also, if you have to make arrests or seize property, make sure the attached Mounties do it if possible."
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Seth firstly studied the route that Fox had outlined, memorising it as best he could as well as noting parallel road names for other routes should he get split up from the rest of the team.  He then took some time to read and then re-read the Rules of Engagement.  This was definitely very different from operations he'd been involved with over the last few years.  It read more like the Rules of Engagement for a UN deployment to some Third World country as part of some kind of "Police Action".

It slightly depressed Seth to realise that many parallels could now be drawn with his own country.  The fact that Canada had come to that made him even more determined to help this DRI unit restore order and help re-establish the Federal Government.

Sgt.Fox: I will provide you with a copy of the I.R.O.N. program layout to be given to the New Westminster authorities for consideration. The full extent of our cooperation with them extends to each and every point of that document. That should help.

The IRON program was the corner stone for the reconstruction of a normal civil society in the ravaged City of Vancouver. A census of the population, followed by the implementation of basic local services as 911, health, education, etc was the core of the program and as such was being successfully implemented not only in Vancouver but also in other "liberated" areas like the North Shore. The success of this program translated quickly in the positive response of the population. The incident in Chinatown was a clear reflection of this trust and confidence. A concerned citizen reported a crime and also provided useful advised that eventually saved the lives of the response team.

I consider that the current representation should be representative enough of our Government. The leadership, being taken by a Sargent of the Canadian Forces and fully supported by its equipment and manning crew. I'll make sure you get an extra escort from our local RCMP to clear the first leg of your trip. There is no need to remind you that you may remain professional at all times and do not risk an unnecessary confrontation. Lt. Jagelis clearly went beyond the normal boundaries and a couple of children were held at gunpoint because of that risking the whole enterprise since day one. Let's not keep the guard down either. Remember the bandit threat and gather as much as Intel as possible regarding criminal activity in the area. That is where we can make a real difference.

Taras remembered the strange situation facing the presence of a large submarine. A nuclear one without doubt.

Your initial contact if successful, will be just the beginning of a hopefully prosperous relationship with New Westminster. The "russian card" could be helpful. Feel free to refer to the authorities about the ex-Soviet Army troops associated with the Government and the possibility of contact. We know that the sub is in need of repairs and the best facilities are located in the North Shore. Exactly where Bulat is. Good luck to you folks!

Taras would spend the rest of the day making the preliminary contacts with Bulat and his troops to brief him about the incoming operations. A council of war with Cpt. Bezhov would be in the making as well.

Kelsey hmms and starts making notes, a nod to Rachael and she notes her as driver "Ok, that jeep has a simple radio set, ok if I ugrade it's set and make and set a command freq and net.  Let's see, we'll need call signs and head sets."

She writes more, then duplicated on another sheet and hers she does:


Jeep Element will be the Lima element.  The LAV will be the Hotel Element.  Call signs are as follows:

SGT Fox: Hotel Six
Mac:     Hotel Three
Hope:    Hotel Two
Driver:  Hotel Eleven
Milita:  Hotel Five for the leader
         Hotel Five Echo for the rest
Myself:  Lima One
Rachael: Lima Eleven
Delaney: Lima Two
McRae:   Lima Three


I will set and hand out Freq's as well as backup Freq's for Switch two, I plan on operating a command net, with priority message only on.  I will set a clear channel for contact and get my people trying to listen for a contact frequency for our objective.  I will set a second secure radio in the jeep and more proficient antennae, though I will be relying on the power of the commo set in the Spoonful for heavier tasks.

Any input?

 Looking from one to another as they tossed out ideas for the run and how to deal with the "stupids".

 any chance your radio's have a snooper ability?, if the hostiles have comm abilities then being able to pick it up before running into an ambush would be nice.

 He didnt mind being a gunner though he did wish he had time to take a few burst's with the heavy pindle mount first, just to have that feel for it.

 any chance your radio's have a snooper ability?, if the hostiles have comm abilities then being able to pick it up before running into an ambush would be nice.

Kelsey smirks, openly.

"The lovin' Spoonful has it, and with that mentioned, I'd like one of my folks to run Ops in there too, if you can make room.  Not enough room in the jeep for all my toys.  I'll set up a command net channel just for that, of course SGT Fox can listen in.
Ok a few more Call signs:

Taras:  Romeo One
Commander:  Romeo Six
Bellanger:  Romeo Actual
My ops folks will the the Charlie Element, I'm Charlie Actual but I won't be using it, Charlie One will be my proposed Comm person, and Charlie Command will be the HQ element.


She taps the pencil on her papers.

Or, Sergeant Fox and I can swap around teams a little, get him in the open to parlay, and let the worker bees run the big show?"

She shrugs and that, though she smiles a little.

"I would prefer that you folks don't use even Comm unless you have to, too much risk of that switch getting flipped, but I understand it can be essential at times.  No Bullshit traffic on my net though, or when we get back I will kick your ass, smoke your smokes, and steal your women away."  She drops her pencil with a grunt.

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #110):

The Lt. Commander understood what Tyler was asking.

"Sergeant, excellent question. Indeed we do have a signals van all set up for digital radio intercept and direction-finding. Can't triangulate with just one, but it's enough to give you an azimuth. We used it covertly a lot, so it looks like a HAZMAT van, and although the HAs got a good look at it once, we don't know if they know what it is."

"Unfortunately, the van is parked downtown, relaying signals from units there, and the signals section is trying to set up comms throughout the area. So neither they nor the vehicle is really "free" at the moment."

In reply to Andrea Clarke-Sullivan (msg #112):

"You mean triangulation, commander.  I can scan channels with a small attachment, or manually if need.  Just can't figure out the source easily, if at all"

Seth was impressed with how well equipped this DRI unit was.  The ability to triangulate enemy radio positions as well as possibly listen in to their chatter required some serious hardware!  He was also starting to gather that this Champlain lady was a bit of a tech wiz and therefore a very useful person to have around!

Seth studied the list of call-signs intently, committing to memory the combination of name, role and call-sign for the other members of the patrol.

"These other guys you mentioned who'll be joining us.  Any chance I can meet them before we leave?" he asked.  "I'd like to put some names to faces before the final briefing if that's ok?"

It always paid to know the name of the man, or indeed woman, beside you in the middle of a firefight!
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In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #114):

"That'll be fine, I'll call them over and they can meet you over at the detachment HQ. It seems like you're about ready to go, otherwise."

"So, tomorrow you start out, bright and early? If so, have a good evening, get some more sleep."

He looked at Kwan and Khandola, who had nothing else to add and wished the team luck.
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"Team, you're dismissed. Sunrise is 0615, I expect you'll want to be leaving around then?"

 Now that the briefing was over and his part was set, they could get ready for their part in the ride in short time. Stuffing what notes he had taken into his blouse and rose up with the rest of them.

 Looking around to find Kelsey, with a few short steps to the side of her, Tell you what, why dont you go have a look see at the care and see what you think?, it handled fine when i drove it but it may need an experts touch to find any faults in how it handles.

 There was no underlaying message or hint in what he offered, just a straight up offer to let her take a spin in the cougar.

Taras left the building. Together with the newly arrived Capt. Bezhov he went to the RCMP HQ to radio contact Bulat in the North Shore.

"Sorry Commander, I thought I mentioned that earlier.  Meet at 0600, take off at 0645," Fox slipped in.  He looked around to make sure that all the others had heard him too.

kelsey perks a brow, then grins widely "Sounds like fun"  She looks to Rachael "Hey Rachael, you wanted to see it too, right?"

Seth nodded as Fox set the meet and departure times.

"I need to report in to RMR HQ on your radio link if that's at all possible Commander?" he asked Lt. Commander Clarke-Sullivan.  "After that I'd like to settle in here and sort out my gear if that's ok?"

In reply to Kelsey Sarah Champlain (msg #120):

"That sounds like a lot of fun! Been years since I rode in a vehicle that wasn't a cruiser or a jeep. Let's head outside!" Gathering her hat and jacket, she joined Tyler and Kelsey.

In reply to Robert Duncan Fox (msg #119):

Time: 1600 hours.
Location: Outside the team billet, Ritsumiken House, UBC.

Everyone acknowledged they were clear on the plan and the timing, so the meeting was officially over. They were in the common/dining/function room of their billet at Rits House, which was carpeted and a lot nicer than they were normally used to. Belanger left to gather the personnel that would be accompanying them. Seth and whoever else wanted to would meet them at the RCMP detachment a few blocks away.

At was now 1600 hours, an hour or so short of dinner time. It was overcast, and the weather was getting cooler as the sun set towards the ocean.

Parked outside the team billet where they were meeting was the Cougar. Bezhov's crew had moved up the Gecko as well while they were in the meeting.

The 9K33 OSA-AKM TELAR (transport-erector-launch and radar) vehicle was a large 6-wheeled transport. A big fabric hump on the back was where the missiles and radars lay concealed under the travel cover. The amphibious TELAR vehicle was vaguely boat-shaped. There were water jets in the back for propulsion but to aid with water integrity there were no side or rear doors, making entry difficult. Entry was through a roof hatch and the large driver-passenger side windows. Inside, the (currently disarmed) crew ran checks on the 70's-era electronics equipment, mostly tube-powered dinosaurs but EMP-resistant and still fully functional.



The Cougar was a beauty, a red-black '67 XR-7 GT. It's one flaw was a broken driver's-side window, and month's-old dried blood spotting the interior of the door and the side of the black vinyl-leather bucket driver seat. Luckily, whoever had gotten wounded while driving hadn't seemingly bled out onto the seat and floorboard. The interior was otherwise in great shape, with wood-grain steering wheel, simulated walnut dash, and a C6 shift kit with T-handle.



Popping the hood, Kelsey saw that the engine was the 390 cubic inch V8 power plant, standard on the '67 XR-7 GT.

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Time: 1600
Location: RCMP Detachment, UBC.

Meanwhile, Delaney, Fox and Mac headed over to the RCMP detachment building. From there, Seth could use the radio to contact 1/RMR HQ in Kamloops and report in. Mac wanted to check in on his old unit, although he'd been released to join the DRI. Provisionally, so had Seth, but this would be a formality.

The detachment building was low-key and modern, screened by landscaping and low to the ground. It was made of concrete and various antennae sprouted from the roof, but graceful and with plenty of wood paneling and to reassure nervous students back when this was the de facto campus security office and not a police station. Temporary housing now sat in the parking lot, billeting for the hundred RCMP Auxiliaries, and temporary holding cells had been constructed in the back.

Once they entered the detachment, they met Belanger. Seth's report was dropped off for encoding and inclusion of the regular message traffic to 39 Brigade HQ on the Island, and from there 1/RMR in Kamloops would be notified. Belanger said there were standing orders that any CF (or other military personnel) had the option of volunteering for the DRI unit at UBC, as getting back to their units would probably be difficult under the circumstances. If anyone chose not to volunteer, they would either be assigned to the UBC Garrison or transferred over to the Island and reassigned there.

The personnel that were going to join them in the morning were waiting for them, sipping ersatz coffee and tea. (None were armed other than the Mounties' sidearms, of course, as carrying long-arms without need was frowned-upon if not actually forbidden.)

Militia:

Pvt. Craig Sheeler (m), C1 SMG (former Reg Force)
Pvt. Kelly Droz (f), C7 rifle (former reservist)

RCMP Auxiliary:

Constable Evangeline Chau (f), Remington 870 (former Delta PD)
Constable Michael Bajorek (m), FN C1A1 rifle (former VPD)

In Fox's opinion and based on his personal knowledge, Rifleman Sheeler and Constable Bajorek were both veterans who'd seen a fair amount of action and were knowledgeable and reliable. The other two were experienced and capable. All had helmets (M1 Steel with scrim covers for the militia, black Kevlar for the police) and Kevlar vests (CF-issue, heavier than US PASGT vests) and a smoke grenade each. The 2 militia had 6 spare magazines each, both Mounties had a S&W .38 special revolver. Constable Bajorek had four magazines plus a CS grenade and hand radio while Chau had 20 spare shotgun shells for her Remington.

Both the militia wore older but still serviceable sets of CF combats (fatigues) that had been found stored in the basement of the abandoned Militia HQ in nearby Jericho. Their berets were in their pockets (under the epaulette was British-style and in the CF indicates surrender). The Mounties wore normal patrol uniforms, although looking closely it was clear the colours and fabric were a little off because these weren't pre-war RCMP uniforms but clothing that had been modified to conform to standard.

They stood and shook hands when the team members entered, introducing themselves to Seth. Fox already knew them by name, having worked with them before, and he'd trained Sheeler as a backup driver for the Kodiak.
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With a lift to her step that wasn't often seen, Kelsey went to check out the Cougar, going over the car with rare enthusiasm.  She chips away a little of the dried blood  "Need a new window here, might be rough finding the exact part but I bet I could scrounge up something and adapt it.  So... how about we take it for a spin?"  She grins widely and impishly, from Tyler to Rachael.

 With a mock fear on his face for a couple of seconds before he breaks out in a smile and hands the keys over to Kelsey, Be gentle with this old girl. Though she may surprise you.

 Sliding into the passenger seat he buckles himself in and waits to see the ride.

Seth was pleased that he'd been able to report into his HQ and to formalise his attachment to the DRI unit.  Technically he was being paid to be here and it was always worth ensuring that the beancounters knew where to send the cheques!  In reality however he was more concerned with reporting in the death of Private Matthews and the results of his recce patrol down Highway 99.

After preparing his report for transmission Seth made a point of introducing himself to the four people who were going to be rounding out their patrol to New Westminster and getting to know them and their capabilities to some extent.  This was Fox's command and McRae was 2IC so Seth played the pally NCO getting to know his new comrades, attempting to put them at their ease.  They were all experienced so he wasn't too worried - he just wanted to build a bit of a rapport with people who could be covering his arse shortly!

As soon as he could Seth planned to slip away and settle into his new accommodation.  Someone had mentioned something about hot showers and Seth hadn't had one of those for quite a while!  He planned to take advantage of them while he could and to get his gear organised, ready for the early start Fox had decided on.

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #126):

Belanger got the details of Matthews's family from Seth, promising to follow up and see if they were still residents locally, or if they had been evacuated east.

The new city government had instituted the IRON program to survey and register all remaining residents of the city. Belanger recorded Seth's information as well.

Last, he asked for any information on any missing women. There was an ongoing investigation and the Hells Angels were implicated in the disappearance and possible murder of several local women, some prostitutes but others who were unlucky enough to cross paths with the bikers.

"Once you're done here, Mac can show you to your billet. There's hot water and electricity after 1600, so you should be in for a treat!"
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The militia and Mounties were introduced to their command team for the upcoming recce and the meeting went well. Once done, Mac left with Seth to show him to Ritsumieken House and his apartment/billet. Sergeant Fox and Master McRae were left to their own devices.

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Lee slid in back, Kelsey sat behind the wheel. The University had an extensive automotive shop and could easily repair all damage short of complete destruction, but time and personnel were limited by the daily schedule of maintaining the Faculty's fleet of vehicles, and now those used by the fledgling city government.

Rachel piped up from in back, excited at the prospect of a little spin.

"Well, are we going to stay on campus, or take her into the city?"

Kelsey knew there was an 8-10km stretch of SW Marine Drive on campus. It was a beautiful forest-lined boulevard that also ran along the ocean cliffs (above the nude beach). Or, they could head into the parts of the city closest to UBC which were secure.
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Kelsey slides in and fires up the engine, just sitting there and listening to the rumble for a little bit, a sort of dreamlike smile on her face.  She turns her head after awhile and looks at Rachael with half lidded eyes.  "Let's see if staying on campus will satisfy?"

She slips it into gear after a little bit and rumbles it forth gently, letting the torque of the engine push it rather than RPMs, feeling the power in her hands, her smile simply won't leave her face, not that she is trying, not even getting up to any speed, probably still getting used to the feel of the sweet machine.

Ironic as it was, Stalin was thinking in just protecting a flank when he ordered the invasion of the Baltic countries. Another product of one of the characters that molded the system and lives of many millions. Those poor kids from Estonia, Latvia...Peter the Great would be proud of such a move to defend his beloved Petersburg!

He already contacted Bulat and invited him over. The passage through Stanley Park was now free. Sgt. Shevchenko felt that there was no need for him to travel back to the North Shore. At last he was enjoying one of the little perks of having won a battle. He would talk with his brothers-in-arms of an extint Army and even more defunct loyalty. More will come in the future. He could not get his mind of the idea of an entire submarine crew in New Westminster or the lost souls up, somewhere, in the province.

Being born and raise in the port city of Odessa, Taras was well aware of the usual crew profile of a Soviet Navy submarine. Nor surprisingly the officers, the brass, appeared to be mostly of russian ethnicity with a devoted loyalty for the Motherland and the Party and closely watched by the KGB. Nothing like the piece of literature that would catapultate certain Capt. Ramius to world fame. Another issue would be  the crews, of course. Taras was appalled that most of the enlisted ranks were from the stans. Even worst, they would barely be speaking russian and their cultural level was far from desirable. The lowest jobs were kept for them. Service in the Navy was a minimum mandatory of three years...Lucky enough if they would be blessed with a Crimean post. Those ending up up in Murmansk will curse their gods for a long, long time...while their asses will freeze in the Arctic Circle.

Lost in those thoughts, the ex senior lieutenant reached for a cigarette from his pocket. Exhaling the first drag he gazed upon the "Two Lions". As he started to feel more confident he also started to like his adopted country...and his freedom.

Once the meeting was over, Andy walked over to the officer where the sniper umit did their admin and contacted two teams of sharpshooters. He explained the mission to them and then arranged to meet them at the assigned time.

He left the office complex and headed off to his billet. He spent some time making sure his equipment was fully maintained and in working order. After that he enjoyed another hot shower, he didn't think he was ever going to stop appreciating them, and went to bed early, there was a long and potentially unpredictable day ahead of him so he wanted to be as fresh as possible.

A good deal of reconnaissance needs to be done over the airport. I was thinking about get some advice from Bulat. He's been doing this kind of job during all the war. He got good at it I can tell. He detected the Government sniper team sent to investigate the North Shore. He used thermal camera of the antitank missile for that

The chat with Capt. Bezhov was animated. According to Taras plans the air defense unit would be playing a different role this time, no more Hornets would be targeted anymore (see fan-fiction chapter). Being redirected to the direct support role was all that mattered now. Sgt. Shevchenko provided one map of the airport in order to prepare the fire plan. The layout of the terminals were studied. The different avenues of approach and even the possibility to target the bridge was covered as a contingency. Later on, Capt. Bezhov will dust off his artillery lesson from the past times. Scales would be translated. Minutes of angle together with ranging would be translated into algorithmic solutions.

What do you think?

I'm gonna need to know what kind of artillery we can get...Ours or NATO?

Both recognized the irony of ours with a smirk and a laugh. Soviet artillery solutions were worked upon in a different manner as the Western counterpart. The Red Army and the Finns were using 6000 miliradians per circle compared to 6400 for NATO or even 6300 for Sweden. Curiously enough, there were the swedes the closer ones to the "real" trigonometric unit of angular measurement (6283). Yugoslavian units usually were playing safe with dual artillery tables for their tubes.

I'm sending the boys to check and see what they can get. So far we have a 60 mm american mortar with a few rounds only.

 Watching the road as Kelsey drove with carefull moves and at a moderate pace around the curves, Sheesh Sarah, lets get a little speed up here?,  we need to see how good you are when your not driving a APC, Dont think you will be getting a ticket around here.

 This was all said with a smile under the words.

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #134):

Sitting behind Kelsey, Rachel agreed with Tyler. "Yeah, girl! Take it on Southwest Marine out to the perimeter, then back. Let's see what she can do!" Normally, the Mountie tended to be reserved, but the car and the cool air coming in the window brought a flush to her cheeks and a smile to her lips.


Kelsey grins wide and turns it that way, punching up the speed to see what the old girl will really do, an ear on the engine, the thrill goes up her spine to her heart, making it beat in time with the roar of the engine it seemed.  "Oh Hell yeah!"
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Kelsey, Rachel and Tyler went for a spin the Cougar. They went along SW Marine, the boulevard that (thanks to federal money) connected the campus buildings to the edge of the university grounds. So far, they took it slow.

Everyone they passed (even in the fields) looked up at them and waved hello. A few dogs and kids on bikes chased them at points as they drove carefully through the more populated portions of the campus.

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Andy checked with his team before dinner-time. They weren't directly part of tomorrow's operation, so their instructions were to standby with the ERT. Meanwhile, the ERT's sniper team would lead them in beginning the surveillance of YVR. From tan OP by SW Marine near the on-ramp to the Arthur Liang Bridge, they could observe the Billy Goat positions on the northernmost bridges, plus be in position to react down SW Marine along with the rest of the ERT if the team needed them.

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Taras heard that Bulat was on his way over. Soon, telephone service would be extended to the North Shore, if they were able to salvage the equipment that lay fallow at YVR. In a way it was good the Billy Goats weren't that enterprising as scavengers, as the astounding amount of wiring and functioning electronics remained intact, and not scattered across the GVRM ("metro" Vancouver) or the Lower Mainland. In the mean time, Bezhov met him for a drink as his own boys worked on his vehicle.

"Ah, that sounds excellent, Taras Vladimirovich. Very clever of Bulat!

"I should hope whoever is checking out this black market finds at least a 120mm mortar and some ammunition. Plenty of units that left behind their artillery and so on when our last offensive was defeated to the east. I don't know how much has reached the city, of course."

He accepted a cigarette and a light, and offered some vodka brewed by the air-defence unit.

"Tovarish, I would like to thank you for giving us this opportunity. Our own command had given up on us as being useless, as there are no aircraft left flying. Myself? I should be up to speed in a couple days, after some review. As you know, I was an Afghantsy (Afghan war veteran) and I served in an artillery unit."

Soon, it would be time to have some supper, then go to bed due to the early hour of operations the next day.

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Seth luxuriated in a hot shower. He'd gotten a good sleep, but felt tired. However, dinner was still coming up.

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Fox spent the time before and during dinner going over operational details with Clarke-Sullivan.

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Gunny Conklin, the Marine sniper (and other American on the team) checked on his niece Cheyenne in the hospital. As well, he looked in on his sister and girlfriend, who were members of the party of fellow "Survivalists" that had migrated up here from Washington state to escape the worsening political situation back home and the prospect of being called back up to participate in a civil war on US soil. Cheyenne's receiving the best possible medical attention had been one of the conditions he and his friends had for cooperating with the government. Now, they were making good on their word and his sister, Allie, was very pleased with how quickly things were moving.

However, that meant that Cherie, his girlfriend, suggested that he stay around UBC to give Allie some support while Cheyenne had an MRI and CT scan. It might mean he'd have to bail on the recce the next day to hang out closer to UBC, maybe work some more with Master McRae's people and help out with the surveillance of the airport.
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After his shower Seth made his way to the canteen and ate whatever dinner was being offered.  He was still dressed in a military uniform and it occurred to him that something besides a uniform might be nice for a change.  He might actually get a chance to relax for once!

He was also gauging the set up here in UBC.  It might be a lot safer and a lot easier for his kids, his ex wife and her family to set up home here at UBC rather than in North Vancouver.  That was something to discuss with them once he'd gotten used to the place!

After eating a second helping, if it was available, Seth made his way back to his room.  There he re-checked his gear for the following day, had a second shower for the novelty and then slept in a bed for the first time in ages!

There were a lot of luxuries at UBC that he'd gotten used to doing without.  As he dozed off to sleep he wondered if the Billy Goats had such luxuries and whether basic things like hot running water and more advanced things like a working hospital would be enough to persuade them to ally with the Federal authorities.

He slept well, feeling safe in a sizeable military base for the first time in weeks.

Hmmm...Afghanistan! You know Captain? Here in the West they have a very interesting view of that war...And a very different at that. They really believe that we, as in the Red Army, lost it! Surely those "black tulips" brought lots of dead comrades but it was a political failure but. Yet the Americans believe that was like Vietnam or worst...

As good slavic fellows, chances were that the chat will ended up in a heated discussion of political or sports overtones. Since the athletic scene was long time gone, well...probably the CSKA Moscow was still well staffed with plenty of Soviet Army cardholders but heck, whatever...The traumatic afghan experience was always a welcomed topic for the comrades.

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg #138):

Taras' comrades shared some vodka and smoked prewar Canadian cigarettes. Afghanistan was something of an unanswered question. Certainly, the Soviet presence there was not as large nor committed as the American one in Viet Nam during the American War (aka Second Indochinese War, aka Vietnam War)

Bezhov said, "if we were said to have lost, it wasn't a crushing loss in the same way the Americans did to the Vietnamese. Still, Gorbachev and the reformers were weakened enough by the withdrawal to allow the KGB coup, which was good for Russia in some ways but bad for others. A lot of people who deserved to go were purged, corruption was rooted out and there were a great many needed economic reforms, but I wonder how things would have been if things hadn't gone that way? We'd probably be like China, with a socialist government but a more liberal economy."

With lavish Soviet support in the 90's (valued at USD $3 billion a year) the Najibullah government had been going strong and the mujahedin were weakening until the Soviet-Chinese war broke out in 1995. Then Soviet support was withdrawn and the tide began to turn. No one was sure what had happened after that, although rumours were that the Afghan resistance, either under Shah Ahmad Massod or maybe the more fanatical Pashtun taliban had finally unseated the Kabul government in the late 90's, but it was all speculation, according to Bezhov.

Bulat didn't have much of an opinion, although he was glad for his Muslim brothers if it were true, as God willed! "I shall build a life here, Inshallah. A little wetter than I'm used to but the people are nice."

Later, on TV, a tape of the Canada-Russian Canada Cup hockey series of 1972 was being shown at the Student Union Building. Many other people were planning on attending, this being considered a seminal moment in Canadian hockey history.

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They took the Cougar up to 100 MPH on the wide, empty boulevard. A service truck and horse-driven cart were the only traffic they passed. The tach showed they were barely breaking a sweat, as far as the engine was concerned.

They blew by an RCMP patrol car parked on the wide shoulder, and it turned on its lights to follow them. After they stopped, the Mountie got out and approached, grinning. Lee showed him her badge and he let them off with a warning, then followed them as they pulled out.

"Smug bastard, one of my buddies in the Detachment radioed ahead to bust us as a joke. Ha-ha." Still, they took it in good humour and were quickly up to speed.

They reached the UBC perimeter in just a few minutes with the Mountie in tow, and prepared to head back.

Parked at the gate was what Tyler recognised as an American military Humvee, with M240 on the pintle mount. The driver was in USMC fatigues, standing beside the driver's door and talking to the militia at the gate. A Mountie was inside the main bunker, on the phone.

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It had been a long day for Keith, although it was really only 1730 local time. He'd been up well before dawn to help secure Stanley Park.

After, he'd come into the city across the newly-secured Lion's Gate Bridge later during the day (on his own time) to find his parents. A couple weeks ago, he and his Canadian buddy Seth had arrived in West Van, then gone to work as security personnel for Rod MacArthur at his trainyard (under a shopping mall) in North Van.

Keith was now looking for his parents, and as they weren't at home in the British Properties on the North Shore, perhaps he could find out from government records if they'd been evacuated or possibly deceased. He'd been intercepted by a jeep-mounted militia patrol, and using the paperwork he'd been given he was escorted to the UBC campus perimeter.

Along the way, he could see the city was starting to come back to life. There were people on the streets and sidewalks, mostly bikes and a few horses but some private vehicles as well. There were work parties clearing rubble, salvaging materials and rebuilding housing, as well as working abandoned yards and clearing parks for vegetable gardens, livestock and poultry. As well, he saw another patrol, this time a police car of the federal RCMP, the Mounties that he remembered from his youth here in the Vancouver area.

The UBC perimeter was fairly impressive. There was a double razor-wire-topped fenceline, with a road down the middle regularly patrolled with dogs. A fence could never stop someone determined to get in, but a good one like this would delay an intruder long enough to be intercepted or tracked once inside. It wouldn't stop a determined assault by military forces, but would stop raiders and marauders in their tracks!

Entry was through a gate guarded by a concrete bunker on SW Marine Drive. There were another two bunkers farther back overwatching the first, and other fighting positions were likely within the treeline of the forest that covered this part of the UBC campus. Keith also spotted several closed-circuit cameras mounted to permit surveillance of the gate area and fenceline perimeter.

The gate militia had been inclined to disarm him and impound the Humvee. Keith could tell that this amount of firepower in private hands within the newly-secured city made them nervous, especially here, at their inner security cordon.

Instead, one of Mounties at the gate told the militia to relax as he made a call. He'd been on the telephone for about five minutes. Everyone had chilled out, and he was given some ersatz coffee (made on a makeshift camp stove) while he waited.

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Looking forward to a soft bed, Seth was getting out of the shower when the phone rang. It was Belanger, the head of UBC security.

"Sergeant Delaney, sorry to bother you. Someone who claims to know you arrived at the perimeter. It's an American, a Marine Sergeant named Keith Tremblay. Can you vouch for him? He's looking for his parents, wants to examine our records."

"To be honest, we think we could really use someone like that. At the least, we don't want heavily-armed and experienced soldiers wandering around the city, getting into trouble! If this is your friend, would you mind meeting him with me?"

Gunny Conklin looked up Sergeant Fox in the motor pool where he was going over driving the LAV with the militia and Mounties they were taking with them.

"Sergeant, hey, I'm sorry but I can't come tomorrow. My niece, Cheyenne, you know she's in the hospital. My sister Allie and my girlfriend Cherie both me to stay around the campus if I can."

"I was thinking that I could lead Master McRae's sniper team tomorrow. They know me because I been working with them, so we could begin surveillance of the airport tomorrow. If we're around SW Marine and Granville, we can keep an eye on the Billy Goat's main toll station, and still be in position to back you up down Marine, if you get into trouble."

Seth was initially surprised to see a phone ringing in the room he'd been assigned.  They really had things well organised here at UBC he thought to himself!

He answered quickly and listened to what Mr. Belinger said.

"I can certainly vouch for Keith Sir," he replied.  "He a very good soldier who served with me in the RMR and was part of the patrol I led out of Kamloops.  I think that Mac knows him as well if that's important.  I'll pull some clothes on and be with you ASAP."

Finishing the call Seth quickly dried himself and dressed.  Though he dressed quickly he actually took a few minutes as he couldn't break his ingrained habits and fully equipped himself, putting on his body armour, webbing and bringing his C7A1 assault rifle.  The only concession he made was to loop the strap of his helmet over a webbing pouch but he did look like he was about to go out on a fighting patrol rather than to vouch for a friend at the main gate.

Exiting his room he went to find Mr. Belinger before accompanying him down to see Keith.

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #141):

Belanger parked his Land Rover outside and then knocked on his door. He raised an eyebrow at the rifle and commented dryly, "come now, is your friend that dangerous? Usual drill here is sidearms only, but you can bring the rifle if you leave it in the Rover with my Sterling." Belanger used an old Army C1 Sterling SMG, but normally left it in the Land Rover.

The Land Rover was painted a nondescript grey and primer colour, not the Olive Drab (no camouflage pattern) typical of CF vehicles. He was wearing his usual faded and patched civilian khakis, with his maroon airborne regiment beret. Seth's beret was green, because he hadn't been an airborne commando like Belanger. He nodded in approval at the helmet. "Useful, but your beret is fine for inside the campus perimeter."

With it's thick scrim (cloth strip) cover, the helmet looked like a mini ghillie-suit for Seth's head. Scrim was universal on all Canadian helmets, as it broke up the silhouette and provided additional camouflage. His section (squad) used to compete to see how realistic and elaborate they could make their scrim.


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They arrived at the checkpoint in less than ten minutes.

Keith was waiting at the control bunker, his Humvee parked in front of the gate. There was a police car there, as well.

Also, Tyler, Kelsey and Rachel were parked in the Cougar as it idled, about a block away.


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As Keith drove up in the "donated" MilGov HUMMER, he kept both of his hands on the wheel as he appraoched the checkpoint and didn't move until he was told to do so by the security detail protecting the point of entry.  When asked his business by the guards, Keith turned to the person, "Tremblay, Michael K., United States Marine Corps.  Here on personal business to locate my family.  To whom may I speak to about getting access to your city here sir?"  Tremblay always tried to show respect for others until he found out otherwise and adjust his demeanor from there.  "Speak how you want to be spoken to and treat others as you would like to be treated son," goes through his head as his father's words drove that into his mind in his early years.

After being asked to exit the vehicle, Keith shuts the HUMMER off and puts the keys in his pants pocket.  He is wearing his fatiges and webbing, which only carries his sidearm and bayonet as far as weapons goes, and leaves his rifle in the vehicle on the passenger's side.  He gladly accepts the hot cup of coffee and finds a place to sit, if allowed.  He now waits to see what is going to happen.

In reply to Keith Michael Tremblay (msg #144):

The road onto the university disappeared into the forest in front (west) and to the right (north). Also on the inside of the perimeter, there was some kind of suburban housing complex on the left (south), with nice homes and plenty of trees.

It was a quiet, cool early evening. A dog barked from inside the housing complex, and there were also smoke plumes from a few chimneys. A couple of native-looking kids were visible for a moment along the suburban street, clopping along on horseback, followed by a couple large dogs. A patrol with a dog came into sight from the north, checking the fencelines from the road in between them.

Keith also noticed that one of the half-dozen militia (and one of the two uniformed Mounties) waiting with him were probably also native (aka Indian, Native Indian, Aboriginal, First Nations, etc.) as well. Living here and travelling through the province in his youth and during the war, he expected to see natives all throughout the north and interior of the province, but not in this part of the city. Natives in Canada formed a real social and economic underclass, and were far more of a visible nationwide problem than in the USA. Keith suspected there was a Reserve around here somewhere, and in a way it looked like native people were doing well for themselves although t was an open question if that would occur as things got back to "normal".

After about five minutes, there is a roar from somewhere further down the road behind the trees. A red and black '67 Cougar shot from the treeline and pulled up, with a police car following a ways behind.

They new vehicles sat there for moment, engines idling loudly, then an old Land Rover appeared from the road in the trees. The Rover stopped and An older bearded man in "civvy" khakis and maroon beret got out, followed by Keith's old friend, Seth (also wearing a green beret, which Keith had never seen him doing before).
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Belanger looked from Keith to Seth as they walked over.

"Friend of yours?"

Seth left his rifle in Belanger's Land Rover as requested and adjusted the green beret on his head.  He looked profoundly uncomfortable to be wearing it and it made him look slightly odd as his longer than regulation hair was normally tied back out of the way in his Keffiyeh.

I'm going to need to get a haircut if I'm going to have to wear this bloody thing, he thought to himself!  Adjusting to a more peacetime role was going to pose some issues for Seth - he was a combat soldier through and through but he would have to change.  If that was only the price of peace then it was one that he was more than happy to pay!

He walked over towards Keith and replied to Belanger's question.  "Yes, he was under my command for about the last six months on the recce patrol from Kamloops down to here and I also served with him for a while before that.  He's a good solid man who you can rely on and if he's looking for a job you should definitely recruit him.  His parents were living in Vancouver the last he knew of them and so when we arrived in the city I helped my family settle in in North Vancouver while he went off searching for his family."

He stopped for a second and looked Belanger in the eye.  "Put it this way Mr. Belanger.  I'd trust McRae, Fox and MacDonald with my life if need be and I'd put Tremblay in the same category.  As the old saying goes we've eaten a lot of the same dirt together."

He smiled faintly at his own joke before continuing across to the gate to find out why his friend was at UBC.

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #147):

"Your buddy's a jarhead, huh? Nice, good soldiers, those yank Marines. I see he's made himself at home, obviously, he's got a good head on his shoulders. Let's go see what he wants."

They walked over to the bunker. Belanger noted Tremblay's rank and offered his hand.

"Sergeant Tremblay? I'm Alain Belanger, Provost, in charge of university security Seth here. Sergeant Delaney, tells me that you're an old friend of his, as well as "Mac? (Pvt. Chris MacDonald). We're pleased to see you."
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Keith focused a little closer when he saw the old red & black car followed by a police car.  "Damn!  Still doing motor vehicle stops after the apocolypse.  God, I love this country!"

As he sees the land rover pull up and two men get out, he notices one of the men as his friend Seth as he puts down the coffee cup and appraoches towards the pair of me.  "Holy Shit!  My boy Seth!  What the hell are you doing here soldier?"

Tremblay took his attention away from Seth and addressed the Belanger fellow politely.  "Nince to meet you Mr. Belanger.  I guess Seth and that no good jarhead MacDonald filled you in already?  Can't be too bad, don't have any bullet or stab wounds in me, yet.  Affirmative sir, me and Seth, or Sgt. Delaney, there go back a little ways.  Being that you're so pleased to see me, what have you got going on over here?  I actually came looking for my folks and my brother and sister.  Hell, I guess some work would be nice at some point?  Can't see you taking anyone in your community here without them being able to contribute.  How am I doing so far Mr. Belanger?

You're looking good Seth!  Glad to see you made it here."

In reply to Keith Michael Tremblay (msg #149):

"Hey, Kelsey, let me out!"

Interested in what was going on, Rachel let herself out of the Cougar and walked over to the RCMP cruiser and started talking with the driver.

The coffee was pre-war instant, with real cream and honey. It was probably the best brew he'd had in a while, as most coffee packs in the MREs and IMPs had disappeared by now. One of the militia took the mug when Keith emptied it.

"Refill, or are you done?"

Keith saw the Cougar's passenger door open, and a good-looking Asian woman in RCMP patrol uniform (yellow-banded police hat, black yellow-striped pants, dark blue Goretex windbreaker bilingually marked RCMP/GRC) got out. She walked over to the parked Ford Crown Victoria, and the driver rolled down the window. Looking at him, she and the other Mountie behind the wheel chatted.

In reply to Keith Michael Tremblay (msg #150):

Belanger grinned. "About fifty-fifty.

"Before the war, the University was designated as a "recovery node", where in case of earthquake or other natural disaster, or nuclear war, this would be where relief efforts could be based. It's federal land, there's an RCMP detachment, power plant and hospital, even bunkers left over from WWII. As you know, the war went on for months before the nuclear attacks, which in themselves weren't the classic WWIII "spasm", so some advance preparations were made."

Belanger helped himself to a mug of coffee, and looked at the Militia and Mounties manning the gate. They took the hint and moved a few steps off, giving them some relative privacy.

"Many government records are stored here for safekeeping, including evacuation lists and, ah, casualties. Plus, we've started a survey on the city population, names and current addresses. So we might have some information for you, but it could take a day or so. It's on computer, but a lot of newer data is still being uploaded.

"Let me know their names and Social Insurance Numbers if you know them, I'll see what I can do.

"The University itself is kind of the hub of our operations, for now. The nearby neighborhoods are patrolled and are safe to live in. We have a hospital and school on-campus, plus technical services and fuel production. We will be expanding services as we secure the rest of the city.

"However, while Vancouver itself is getting back on track, there are problems out in the suburbs. Burnaby was nuked and there are reports of gang activity. New West (New Westminster) seems to be functioning as an independent municipality, and there is a Soviet nuclear submarine docked there, Delta III-class. A gang called the Billy Goats occupy the international airport. There is a Free Market on Annacis Island (in the Fraser River) run by the Hells Angels, they say you can get anything there, including American tanks, and hire mercenaries.

"Obviously, we don't want military-grade weapons and heavily-armed mercenaries floating around the city causing trouble.

"That said, while you wait for word on your family, why not work with us? The University has a militia, and the federal government has an intelligence and reconnaissance unit based here.

He motioned towards Seth.

"Seth and Mac are part of this unit. As well, we have Americans working for us: a Marine Gunnery Sergeant and a paratrooper. Or, the militia needs experienced personnel. Either way, you'd be based here on campus.

"If not, we'll find quarters for you in the city, after we get your information and give you a ration card."

Belanger was wearing a khaki utility vest over a faded short-sleeved shirt. Keith noticed he had faded tattoos on his biceps and his right forearm. One bicep had twin parachutes over a maple leaf, the forearm was an elaborate one with roses over some kind of insignia, and a motto in French. At some point Seth had noticed this as well, and knew Belanger had once been part of the French-speaking Van Doos and a commando in the Airborne Regiment. (Seth could read French, and the motto was "Death Before Dishonour".)
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Seth made a point of shaking Keith's hand warmly when he saw his friend again.  They had seen each other quite recently as part of the park raid but Seth already felt like a lot had happened since then.

"Good to see you," he said to Keith as he scrounged his own mug of coffee, "but I guess that means that you've not had any luck finding out what's happened to your folks?  Sorry about that.  As Mr. Belanger here said they might be able to help you with the records they have here."

He took a sip of coffee.

"If you're at a loose end then you'd do a lot worse than joining up with this DRI unit here.  As well as Mac there's a couple of other guys I used to serve with in the PPCLI and there's some others who seem to know their shit.  The guys I know certainly seem to rate them and it all seems to be a good relaxed approach to things.  The only slightly weird thing is that there's a Russian guy running the military side of things.  Well he's a Ukrainian really and he seems to be on the level like those Estonians we got to know in Squamish so that shouldn't phase you.  I'm certainly happy with it."

He took a larger gulp of his coffee.

"If nothing else," he continued with a grin, "they've got hot showers, a canteen, electricity and, if you're lucky, I might be able to get RMR HQ to make if official so you get paid as well!"

He smiled at his own little joke.

In reply to Seth Joseph Delaney (msg #154):

"DRI is short for "Department of Reconnaissance and Investigation. It's a joint Canadian Forces and RCMP organisation. The RCMP are technically military as well, but of course the focus is on stabilising the country and returning Canada to civilian rule," explained Belanger.

Until the previous night's raid on the Park, Seth and Keith were part of Rod MacArthur's train security force, based on the North Shore. Keith and Seth were released by Rod once the operation to clear and secure the Park and the Lion's Gate bridge were complete. As part of the security team for Rod's train(s) they had "enjoyed" a shower twice a week and uncomfortable cots in the barracks (formerly the Lonsday Quay shopping area).

While he was up there in North and West Van, Keith had checked out his parent's house in the exclusive British Properties. He found it deserted, so without many options he had decided to check out the government enclave at UBC.

Seth smiled at the phrase civilian rule and pointed to the green beret on his head.

"They made me wear this," he said with a grin.  "We must be getting civilised again!"

Kelsey pulled the car over with a groan, and made nice.  Laughing a little and blushing when she realized the joke "You know, it was kinda worth it to feel sortof civilized, like a bit of speeding is worth the time of the Red n Black, eh?"





She looks up ahead, less than a block away and frowns, leaning out and nodding to the HMMWV and meetings at the gate "What's going on with that Humvee and all.. hey, isn't that the new guy?"  She knits her brows a moment "Looks like a US Ten-Twenty five.. or do I see a winch on that bad boy?"    She makes a bit of a low whistle, appreciating the HMMWV.



Kelsey laughs and gets out to let her out, damn two doors.  She is average height for a female, and looks rather fresh-faced.  She's wearing a Canned Scot uniform, kilt, top, and glengary, with Corporal rank markings.  She straightens her kilt and moves to follow Lee with a bit of a smirk, the Cougar idling behind them.  "Comon Rachael, let me keep up, huh?"



The French Canadian in the kilt catches up and then hangs back, grinning a bit, her broad cheeks slightly flushed, she answers a few questions from Lee's colleages, just a bit of the conversation travels to Keith and company, Kelsey laughing... "Aye aye, regimental is the only way to wear it!"

With what looks like company coming from a couple of different places, Keith smiles and nods to the militiaman and tells him, "I think I can stand another cup of that Joe you got there.  Much obliged!"


Keith accepted another hot cup of coffee from one of the militiaman guards as he turns his attention back to Belanger.  "I would be a fool not to accept your help Mr. Belanger.  I have their personal info written down in one of my bags.  Shouldn't take me too long to dig it up but, I'll be grateful for whatever help you can give me even if it takes a few days to find.

Looks nice and safe around here.  Almost like a civilized city again.  Wish I could same for the States, which is another reason why I'm up in these parts besides looking for my folks Mr. Belanger.  Wow, Russian Oskar's and Hell's Angels operating around here?  Makes things sound very interesting.  Place to sleep every night, ration cards for hot meals, and you don't want military grade weapons running around the city?  How can I be assured that my gear that I've brought here on my own won't be stolen?  You seem to be a man of honor judging by the 'Tatt's' you have on your arms Mr. Belanger.  Seeing that Seth here has joined on with you, I'd settle for a firm handshake and rely on our honors to assure there won't be anything funny.  I don't know how else to put it.  I guess working for MilGov made me like this.

To be honest with you, I haven't done a whole lot of reconaissance work but, when I was with the 3rd Marine Division in the Gulf, I did a lot of patrolling against marauders and stuff like that.  Not any of that Force Recon stuff, those nuts were out there!  Yet I digress.  I could stand to do some honest work again and for actual pay and food?  You've got my attention a little bit more now Mr. Belanger.  I'm sure we can come to some kind of terms."
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"Unfortunately Seth, I haven't had much luck at all!  I was hoping to find some luck coming here so, hopefully I can get some information I need.  Shit, after my last employer, I don't see how I can do much worse.  I did get the chance to get some munitions and a couple of items that could go a long way.  Man, a hot shower sounds so god damned good Sergeant Seth!  And you got a Russian running military Ops in these parts?  This is worth waiting a couple of days to see."

 Sliding behind the wheel of the car, he shrugs as he takes it back to the garage to store it out of any weather. He can guess that what ever was going on wasnt his to interfer with.

 Making a last minute check that everything looked ok on the car, he locks the doors and heads on back to the barracks to see if he had any messages from his dad or friends today.

Taras was seen approaching the newcomers with a more than tipsy walk. His right hand clutching an almost depleted bottle of certain popular beverage in the USSR...

He was also singing something that could be translated as:

Once at the summer, at the dawn, I looked in a neighboring garden and saw that
A swarthy girl, a Moldavian girl, is gathering vine there.
I am blushing, I am turning white and I want to say
"Let's meet the summer dawns on the bank of a river!"

A green maple is bushy, its leafs are carved,
I am in love and I am embarrassed before you.
The maple is green, the maple is bushy,
Very bushy, carved!

And the swarthy girl, a Moldavian girl, answered to guy:
"We are gathering our Moldavian partisan detachment.
Now partisans left dear home early.
A way to partisans in a thick forest waits you!"

And the swarthy girl, a Moldavian girl, went in a forest on a small path
And I decided that it is a pity that she didn't call me with her.
I often thought about the swarthy girl, a Moldavian girl, at the nights
And suddenly I met her in a partisan detachment!


Not drunk yet but obviously showing a welcoming attitude to the congregation, Taras introduce himself...

Belanger smiled and replied, "fantastic! Glad to have you aboard."

"Don't worry, your personal property is safe." He peered into the Humvee and looked thoughtful as he scratches his beard.

"Technically, we can consider most of this as US Armed Forces property under your personal responsibility because legally you'd be operating as a lawful US soldier under Canadian command. Like you did with the Rocky Mountain Rangers, Seth and Mac's unit. It'll have to be inventoried, of course, but that's about it."

Keith had heard that West Van had hired some ex-Soviets to form part of their defence force. That was near where he and Seth had stayed for a couple weeks at the trainyard under the shopping centre at Lonsdale Quay in North Van. They had all participated in securing the park, and if former enemies weren't disarmed, there didn't seem to be a good reason for his balls to get busted as an American Marine! Still, there were certainly going to be strings attached.

He started back to the Land Rover, motioning Seth to follow.

"Let's get back to your billet. It's supper time, there should still be a hot meal available."
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Finishing the mug and handing it back, Keith started the Humvee and brought it inside the perimeter.

After Rachel and Kelsey got back in, Tyler pulled out. Keith followed, and the Land Rover with Seth and Belanger brought up the rear. SW Marine Drive was a wide 4-lane boulevard that was marked as a disaster response route.

They passed a sign on the median:


And another along the side:




After an 8km drive that travelled partly along a cliff above the ocean as well as through thick forest. They passed the TRIUMF Meson Facility turnoff, where the forest gave out to lawns and landscaping that had been converted to agriculture.

The campus itself had both modern and older buildings. It was completely intact, there was no evidence of looting, vandalism or other destruction. More people were seen walking along the sidewalks and cycling in the streets, and everyone turned to wave (mostly at the Cougar) as they passed.

There were also several totem poles at different locations:




They stopped at the billet, which was a large, low concrete and wood 2-story residence building in a quasi-Japanese style called "Ritsumieken House".




In the parking lot across the street (at the UBC Services Building) was a Canadian Forces LAV III Kodiak, freshly-painted, a dark blue Suburban, a Russian UAZ-469 and an OD Green Jeep Wrangler.




Also parked there was a Soviet SA-8 Gecko SAM vehicle. A half-dozen unarmed Soviet soldiers and an equal number of armed Militia and Mounties checked the mammoth 6-wheel vehicle out. Keith had seen the vehicle before, as he'd helped it and it's crew defect when he and Seth worked as security on Rod MacArthur's train.

Following the Cougar, Keith pulled up in front of the building (there was no lot). A little ways down the sidewalk, another Mountie approached them, accompanied by a Soviet artillery officer and a Soviet Naval Infantry sergeant (black beret, jumpsuit, dark-blue-stiped telnyashka). Kelsey and Rachel got out, as did Tyler.

Keith was introduced to the short squat Naval Infantryman as Bulat, who he had heard was working as a security contractor with the city police and militia in West Van. Senior Sergeant Bulat Ismailovitch Shailin commanded a squad of troops, as well as a BMP-2 and a BTR-70. Captain Vitaly M. Bezhov he knew from Rod's train, of course.

Rod's Train (1 of 2 identical steam engines):




http://tinyurl.com/5ubry6

Bulat's BMP was also parked across the street:




Tyler entered his assigned apartment (which he shared with Gunny Conklin), and there is a message from his father. He was off helping the rest of the American refugees get settled in. Tyler's friends from the 82nd had decided to join the UBC militia to help train them, but Ed was more focused on settling down.

Everyone talked for a short time on the sidewalk, meeting the new guy. Sergeant Robert Fox came over from where he and Lt. Commander Andrea Clarke-Sullivan (the unit commander) were looking over the Kodiak. Keith was introduced to RCMP Staff Sergeant Taras Shevchenko, the unit's second-in-command after Clarke-Sullivan. He hadn't seen Mac (Chris MacDonald), who he hadn't seen in over six months, since he and Seth left Kamloops. He also saw Master Sniper Andy McRae.

Rob had to bow out of the mission to Annacis Island and New West they next day, but Keith could be slotted in without a problem. Taras was staying to coordinate the logistics for the upcoming pacification of YVR, the airport.

After dinner in the billet (Belanger brought some steaks for the Barbeque on the patio in the quad behind the building) it was only coming up on 1900 but everyone was pretty tired.

"Rits House" from the air:

http://tinyurl.com/322pncd

Each billet was a ground-floor apartment with 3 private bedrooms and a storage room off a corridor that opened up onto a small kitchenette and living room. There was a door out onto a shaded terrace (one with a charcoal grill).
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Keith nods in agreement.  "I'm taking your word for it Mr. Belanger since I tend to take the word of fellow soldiers.  You've done your time in service it appears to me so a man's words goes a long way with me sir until I get a dick in my back, if you'll excuse my evaluation.  I have an inventory sheet in the vehicle between the seats on a clipboard I believe you'll find mostly accurate.  You might be plus or minus on some items but, no great deviance you'll see.  I tend to get a little anal on my stuff since I've relied on it for years to get me and my men through many campaigns.  I'll be happy to share if it's needed too.

Now, I believe you mentioned supper and hot food?"

Keith turns to the man approaching and says, "And you are?"

Kelsey chuckles and waves to Taras herself "That's Taras, you can call him the Boss, he's our team leader."

In reply to Keith Michael Tremblay (msg #164):

When they arrived, Belanger took the offered inventory and pointedly didn't double-check it.

"Looks like Uncle Sam's weapons and munitions are in good hands."

Put this way, he was clearly signaling that Tremblay's gear would be considered property of an ally and not subject to confiscation without cause.

He raised his eyebrows as he read, but only said, "fine, fine. I'll square everything with Brigade and make sure the RMR doesn't want anything back. You have my word on that. Okay, thanks for your cooperation.

"Enjoy the steaks! They're in Sergeant Fox's billet refrigerator. Hot water's still on in the evening, but it's getting turned on in the morning. Power will be on at all hours, now."

The plan was to have a BBQ, get squared away in the evening, then leave in the morning.
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Keith smiles as he hears that the apparent drunken solldier is the team leader.  "Figures!  I guess I could've been totally out of line and said something bad about him.  And you are Ma'am?" Keith says turning to the woman (Champlain).

She grins and puts out a hand to Keith "Master Corporal Kelsey Champlain.  You can call me Kelsey.  I am over commo."  She's not exactly willowy, or up close, all that young.  Late 20's to mid 30's, very fit,   (Think kinda like starbuck in the new Battlestar Galactica)

In reply to Alain Belanger (msg #167):

"That's all I ask for Mr. Belanger.  Like I said, when it comes down to it, if you and your people here are going to let me work for you, I don't mind lending some of my gear to the cause.

I plan on getting settled in and then hitting that hot shower I've heard mentioned and then, some BBQ!  You'll be there as well Mr. Belanger?"

In reply to Keith Michael Tremblay (msg #170):

"Of course! I'll bring the beer, too."

Kelsey stops what she is doing and suddenly calls out "Did I hear something about Bar-B-Que?"

In reply to Kelsey Sarah Champlain (msg #172):

"Yep, I had Mac fire up the grill with charcoal while you all were farting around at the main gate."

Belanger had been there as well, and it was obvious he was joking.

"When I was running around downtown, I managed to procure some steaks from Shepherd (of the Undergrounders) who says he got them from the Free Market a few days ago. So even if the HAs are selling guns there and operating as a mercenary clearing-house, the market itself is still important for commerce."

"The steaks are in the 'fridge in Sergeant Fox's quarters."
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Kelsey doesn't take any offense

"Boss, you have my vote as coolest guy or whatever you need.  No shit, steaks?" She licks her lips and her mind drifts a moment before snapping in with a reality, looking skeptical "Cow Steaks?"

A Marine, huh? That's great we have a great amphibious assault planned if you are up to!

Taras introduced himself as Staff Sargent of the RCMP or "Mounties". Previously he was a Senior Lt. Combat Engineer in the Soviet Army. Upon his arrival to the University of British Columbia he was "recruited" by the local Police force. His skill helped to improved the perimeter defenses. Donation of weaponry also helped to win the confidence of the Vacouverites. It was the arrival of the team from the DRI that throw him in a more actived endevour. The precipitated rush out of scene of Lt. Jagelis gave Taras some extra protagonism. Especially in the planning of missions but he was still committed to the RCMP and not the Canadian Forces.

Haaaaa! Beef! Now, that's a real treat for our new friends!

Kelsey ignores the amphibious assault comment.  She'd been training for it along with everyone else, and it might just work best if need, but that doesn't mean she wants to talk about it in favor of... "Oh hell yes, boss.  I don't think I have put my teeth into real honest beef for ages."  She thinks about that for a moment, blushes slightly and shrugs "What's uniform for that?  Or am I getting a chance to see if I have anything civilian to wear that ain't undies?"

In reply to Kelsey Sarah Champlain (msg #176):

"Yes, real dead cow!"

Belanger sketched a bow.

"You're off duty, wear what you like. The half-dozen or so attached personnel are also in our building, they're invited too. You can probably borrow civilian clothing from them."

"Ah, I think I have somthing that might fit you. Just some cargo shorts and a shirt, it'll look a little punkish with your combat boots, but frankly that's already your style!"

Rachel grinned at Kelsey.

"I'm looking forward to this, too."

"No problem!"

"I have some civvie clothes, too. It's been a while, but I might as well drag 'em out, eh?"

Seth grinned at the prospect of a BBQ.  This was definitely a place to bring his family and once the operation planned for tomorrow was completed he would have to find out how that could be organised.

"Well as long as it's ok to have a drink before an op," added Seth into the discussion about the BBQ, "I've got a keg of alcoholic cider I can bring along if anyone doesn't fancy a beer."

He didn't have any civilian clothes however but if he left his webbing behind and didn't wear his combat jacket he'd look a little less military.  Not much but a little!  It would be a strange sensation to not be armed however - he'd kept at least a pistol with him for the last six months or so and that was the biggest reason to bring his family to UBC!

While hanging around the gate with a coffee in hand Seth also took the opportunity to introduce himself properly to Kelsey, Rachel and Taras.  He'd met them briefly when Lt. Commander Clarke-Sullivan had brought him into the middle of Taras' meeting but he had only been introduced briefly that time.  He offered them a strong handshake and a smile of greeting to each of them.  From his demeanour he seemed to be pleased to be part of the DRI but was finding the difference to a combat military unit slightly disconcerting.  He also didn't seem to find the fact that Taras was a former enemy at all an issue.

Fox had been excited by the prospect of a steak as soon as Belanger had brought them over.  He didn't let it show though.  He kept his standard, stoic demeanor while the others chattered.  Sure it would be great to relax and not be forced to act military.  But he had been in full-on military mode for too long now, and now acting civvie was uncomfortable.

He'd go to the barbeque, and he'd enjoy himself.  But he wasn't about to let his guard down, not yet.

Andy switched into his civvies to join the others at the grill, he looked over at Seth and said, "My room's in there, if you'd rather civvies check through my stuff, you're welcome to anything that fits."

"Later we need to catch up," he continued, "it sounds like you've had an eventful time."

"Thanks," Seth said to Andy.  "I'll take you up on that if you don't mind."

He didn't borrow much though, just a T-shirt and a sweater.  That combined with his CF issue combat trousers would do.

Taras got the term "alcoholic" quite promptly but his mental dictionary was short of "ciders". After some enquire he was happy to understand:

Sdr, sdr...Good, very good...I wouldn't mind to have a few "desant" beers...But I guess that would be politically...incorrect! I'd settle for some local brew instead...




Desant = Soviet/Russian Airborne Troops.

"Roger Wilco on that, boss.  We'll keep you on, I guess!"  She gives Belanger a thumbs up before turning to Rachel.



"Ok, I'll meet you in your room.  Awesome."  She grins wide at Lee "Thanks Rachael"



"I am sure you will look cute in them Chris"  An open honest smile with that comment.



Kelsey moves to take a handshake as well, which Seth might find disturbingly firm for a woman's grip.  This girl definately worked out.  She was a professional soldier before the war though.
"Kelsey.  Welcome aboard."

She will stay and talk to Seth, but once Rachel leaves she follows to go borrow some clothes from her.  "Think you have something that will look good on me Rachel?

Keith will make his way around to all of the people standing at the checkpoint and saying their greetings and hello's.  He introduce's himself to whoever will listen with a firm handshake and a pleasant disposition.

He takes the time to address Taras when they are introduced.  "You know a little something about the Marines huh?"

Yes, in Sevastopol, not far from where I was born there is a great deal of Naval Infantry, we call them Morskaya Pekhota. We do not have an independent military branch like the Marine Corps, they are just a part of the Navy. I believe the Marines have an East and West Coast large presence but in the USSR only a brigade size of Naval Infantry is asigned to each fleet. Not too many troops compared the the Marine Corps. 



I remember watching some exercises. In the Black Sea at least they have lots of hovercrafts for landings, lots of PT-76s too...I'm a big fan of ships being from a port city like Odessa as you can imagine. The Naval Infantry are using large landing ships that I found out were made in Poland. They can carry up to 25 APCs.

"Ropucha" class:



We are preparing some contingency plans to deal with the Billy Goats at the airport. As you can see is located in an island and some Marine expertise will be always more than welcome. American Marines are very well trained and motivated troops!

 Hearing about the bar-b-q going on later tonight he smiles at the idea of fresh meat from a grill. He cleans up and finds his civ clothes. He pause's at the question in his mind should he take a weapon?, with a sigh he finish's dressing with no pistol but does bring his wide belt buckle with the small push dagger set into the buckle.

 >>>to the Bar-B-Q

BBQ parties were not so uncommon in the UBC grounds. This was certainly the beginning of the outdoor season. So far the whole place seemed to be well kept under the watchful eye of the appointed authorities and the disciplinary rule of the RCMP. As a repository of the previous "intelligentsia" of the city the University area standards were well above other more troublesome quarters like Chinatown, etc. Since the arrival of T.V. Shevchenko it would improve even more the status. The Boss Alain knew well how to keep the morale of his people.

Just a piece of advice folks! Taras couldn't repress a little joke. Due to the shortage of edge weapons caused by the war everybody is invited to bring their own cutlery!

The wonderful smell of the roasting meat was filling the air mixed with the balmy sea breeze of the Pacific Coast in springtime.




RCMP Staff Sgt. Taras V. Shevchenko
Approaching surroundings of BBQ key terrain
AK-47 bayonet at low ready

Kelsey leans over to Rachel sotto voce, well almost "Was that a Russian joke?"

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg #187):

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg #187):

"That's an affirmative on locations on two coasts.  Always ready to go and always motivated!"

The US Marines are very present in the "History of the Red Army", a mandatory subject in military school, from the very begining. During the Civil War in Russia, in the Far East, there were 10,000 marines supporting the Whites. They occupied Vladivostok with the Japanese but eventually...Anyways! We cross paths again! I hope this time things will be different.

Taras took out a pack of cigarettes from the breast pocket:

Care for a smoke?

In reply to Kelsey Sarah Champlain (msg #190):

Rachel kept her face neutral but she could tell she was amused at Taras' comment and Kelsey's reply.

"Kinda. I plan on bringing a Bowie knife!"

Keith puts his hand up to Taras in a non-threatening manner, "No thank you, don't smoke.  Mandatory class on us huh?  Well, on behalf of the United States Marine Corps, thank you sir!  It is our pleasure to be a part of your reading & history!"

1800 Hours

The BBQ was a considerable hit.

Store-bought sauce was a thing of the past, so the Agriculture students traded for some ingredients to make it from scratch. The beer was excellent micro-brewery fare, as one employee from the Molsons' brewery was still living in town, and was making beer for trade.

It was a little cool out that evening, but like true Canadians they would have tended the barbeque in a blizzard.

Lt. Cdr. Clarke-Sullivan approved of the patrol order for the next day. She also said she would attend personally to moving Seth's family to a more secure area in the UBC perimeter.

Belanger mentioned to Keith that the only heavy weapons they had before the team arrived were donated by Taras when he arrived, namely an RPG-7 and PKM GPMG, each with copious amounts of ammunition. In turn, they had trusted the former Soviet assault engineer with planning and deploying their defensive perimeter, including overseeing bunker emplacements (both overt and covert) and erecting the double perimeter fencing.

The tender, juicy steaks were devoured fairly quickly. The animated BBQ gave a new dimension to the social scene. The locally brewed beer helped to break the ice. Taras learnt about Seth and his search for a new home:

I guess we all are trying to find a new place where we can carry on with life the best we can. I'm far, far away from Ukraine and sometimes it breaks my heart. Probably I will never see the land that my old dedushka loved so much

[See Taras bio for details]

A wave of nostalgic thoughts invaded his mind:

Oh shit! Here it comes...Excuse me folks, I'm getting a little bit soft here....
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While the evening was winding down (early), the dinner was finished and some of the militia and RCMP Auxiliaries brought in a cake baked by the kitchen staff to celebrate the earlier capture of Cyrus and clearing the park.

While the members of the team involved in the next mission were getting ready to get some extra rest Taras walked towards the building of an old acquaintace. Mrs. Kwan was a long time friend since his arrival to the University grounds. Even though they appeared to be a world apart their common love for music and tea keep them coming back for occasional encounters.

Good evening, Mrs Kwan! I thought I'd drop by and have a little conversation if you wish...

While Seth joined in the BBQ with the others and was friendly with everyone, making a point of meeting all the other members of the DRI, he became a little quiet as the evening progressed.

The food was delicious but he couldn't help thinking about what his kids would be eating that night.  He felt guilty that he was eating so well when they probably weren't and it prompted him to approach Lt. Cdr. Clarke-Sullivan about organising an offer to his ex wife and her family to move to UBC.  She seemed to be happy to take on that discussion but Seth wondered how Lt. Cdr. Clarke-Sullivan would get on with his former father in law Patrick Adams.  Patrick was a man who liked to be in charge and so Seth didn't envy Lt. Cdr. Clarke-Sullivan trying to fit him into the organisation at UBC.  Patrick could either turn out to be a useful asset or a total pain in the ass!

After his conversation with Lt. Cdr. Clarke-Sullivan Seth didn't stay late at the BBQ, instead choosing to make an early night of it.  He was really looking forward to being able to sleep on a secure base and he suspected that he would sleep deeper than he had for a long time.

After a hot shower, a few of the local brews, and the BBQ steaks, Keith will relax some in a chair and just listen in on the conversations of his new comrades before they go out on patrol the next morning together.

"It is good to see you again Seth.  I thought I would've had some more luck finding my folks but, if these friends of your are any good, I may not have to look too far."

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg #198):

She smiled as she helped herself to a piece of cake on a paper plate and plastic fork. God knows where they found those, disposable anything was getting pretty rare these days!

"I thought I'd find you here. I also wanted to see if you enjoyed the barbeque and the cake. Glad to see you did!"

Glad to see you as well!

The party was great. We are making some good progress here. We have a solid team that will go forward to negotiate with the New Westminster authorities. It is essential to get along with them before we move in the airport. I don't think they will need me there. I believe we have some more pressing concerns. Tomorrow I will meet with the Hydrogeology departement of the University.

Before the apocalypsis Hydrogeology courses at UBC were offered at both the undergraduate and graduate level. Courses integrated a variety of teaching styles  from lectures, labs, and computer modelling projects to site visits as well as a week long field school. The remaining teachers and alumni were conducting research on the Fraser river and the misterious raising of her waters.

I need to gather information about the shores. We need an intimate knowledge of the terrain. After that I'll be ready to dispatch some recce patrols.

Increasing emphasis is put on what the Red Army denominate "engineer reconnaissance": surveying routes in advance of columns, identifying mined or potentially mined areas, assessing portions of the route that could impede movement, and locating potential by-passes. Depending on the circumstances and composition of the reconnaissance party, at least an initial clearance of mines and obstacles along the route could be carried out. Usually, an engineer reconnaissance patrol for a conventional road could comprise a combat engineer section, a vehicle-mounted induction mine detector, a tank-mounted mine clearer and dozer blade, and a heavy mechanical bridge element. However, Soviet experience in Canada has modified this typical, largely vehicle-based composition for several reasons. The terrain just would not support such traffic. In the Lower Mainland he will perform a good part of their job on foot.

I decided also to expand our RCMP detachment. I want to start a K-9 section to support our operations.

The Soviet military has had formal dog breeding and training programs since the 1920's and dogs were trained to find mines (and to perform other functions) widely in World War II by sappers and other units. In Afghanistan, mine-sniffing dogs have been integral to movement support and became more important as the war progressed. German shepherds are the breed of choice and much has been written about their mine-clearing duties.

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg #202):

Belanger came over.

"Taras, I'm a little surprised you aren't going along to New West. If you remember, there is a Russian submarine there. There's not much chance of knowing anyone aboard, but I'd think that you'd be the best person to talk to your countrymen!"

He looked up from his beer.

"If you don't go, I expect you're going to lead part of the reaction force? Gunny Conklin will have command of the sniper team, but I'm going to put the ERT, Bulat's BMP-2 and BTR-70 plus two sections of our best Militia and the mortar team on alert, too. You'll have operational command of the reinforcements. We don't want another Black Hawk Down, so this is the best we can offer."

A couple months previous, Belanger had lent him a copy of a series of articles written in 1997 by Mark Bowden in the Philadelphia Enquirer. They were collectively called "Black Hawk Down: a Story of Modern War" so Taras was familiar with the folly of not having a viable "Plan B".
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Kwan nodded in agreement with Belanger.

"The river situation is important." She didn't realise he meant he wasn't so much concerned with the rising waters as how to move across them, laterally.

"Also, this trip to New West is important, too. If we gain their trust and cooperation, that will be crucial when we negotiate with the Billy Goats, as they are upstream and we're down. We can choke off their trade, and if we guard their bridges they'll wither on the vine. A good offensive plan will be in place if taking fails."

"I believe we could call this not unlike the "Powell Doctrine"." Ever the political scientist, she had obviously read up on the correct terminology. Unfortunately, the term wasn't familiar to Taras. "It means try non-violent options, and if they don't work then go in with overwhelming force with a clear objective and exit plan, and make sure there is a broad consensus. Sure, it's not quite the same thing, but many principles are the same."

She looked a little doubtful. "One problem... we don't have a lot of time to build a coalition and pressure them through what amounts to sanctions, assuming the people in New West and the Russian sailors will play ball."
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Well, I am not familiar with the "Powell doctrine" but I am with the "Sinatra doctrine" and that didn't worked well with the KGB...Anyways, I am well aware of the presence of that submarine but I do not want to rush things. Too many surprises at the same time may not sit well for the apparently peaceful New Westminster. Let the boys deal with them tomorrow. If everything goes fine I'm more than willing to jump in and continue the negotiations. If they are not so willing to come along it would be unwise to show all of our cards. It seems like they are Russian ultra-nationalists and Bulat, myself and a large majority of ex servicemen here come from other republics. I know is hard to understand Soviet politics but, believe me, perspective is everything.

The troika was getting along. Communication was an imperative for fluid progress. Military, civilian and Law Enforcement were the three points of this triangle.


I'm being patient on this one...Patience is a vital in the game of chess. Patience helps consider all possibilities, and most importantly, double-check your moves and allows you the time to ask questions. Are my pieces in danger if I move here? Am I leaving a piece unprotected? Am I weakening my pawn structure? And possibly the most important: Could I make a better move? Usually you can, and you have to make that better move.

Reaction force? Of course. It is unusual in chess to make a quick start with the Queen. It seems that our best piece will be moving forward tomorrow.  Used properly, an “early Queen’s attack” can be devastating! However, you should bear in mind that any early use of the Queen exposes her to risk. I will have ready a reaction force just in case. Wheels seems to me better option.

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg #205):

"Wheels only? You want to leave the BMP behind? That might be a good idea. There is little 30mm ammunition left, and Bulat is doubtful the one remaining guided anti-tank rocket is operational. The BTR-70 has nearly a thousand rounds of 14.5mm ammunition."
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Yes, the pekhota will make only 60 kph, the BTR can speed up more than that and is more quiet. In the end we want to have a quick reaction force

Seth's face darkened with concern for his friend at the mention of Keith's missing family.

"I reckon that you're right," he replied.  "We might have landed on our feet here as this set up is much better than we've been used to.  I've been talking to the boss lady over there about bring my ex and her dad over to UBC."  He indicated Lt. Cmdr Clarke-Sullivan as he spoke.  "I reckon that this could be the best place for my kids at the moment."

He glanced around at the other people at the BBQ, introducing Keith to anyone who was involved in the following day's mission.  He was particularly looking for McRae and Fox and proceeded to tell Keith about his time in the PPCLI (mostly before the war) with both of them.

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg #207):

"Fine then, makes sense. Do you want to put the ERT in the BTR? Or have them in SUVs and a militia section in the carrier?"

Keith takes another sip on his beer and puts it down by his feet.  "That'd be great if you can get your family in here.  Maybe if I can find mine and pull my weight with this crew, I'll be able to get my folks in here too, once I find out where the hell they are."

Keith will happily meet anyone that Seth introduces to him.

In reply to Alain Belanger (msg #209):

Will do otherwise. The ERT will travel under armor. They are more valuable after all. Red Army habits die hard sometimes. Militia will be mounted on a couple of jeeps The term SUV wasn't pretty much ingrained in Taras mind.They need more mobility to protect flanks or secure perimeters.

I'm thinking also of putting a forward base for the quick reaction force. I do not exactly know where but it seems to me that the University is quite far from New Westminster for any emergency. We should be able to get to any hot spot in 15 minutes or less. I'll take a look at the maps. MacRae will be instructed to ready his team and get the militia folks under his command.

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg #211):

"Any hot spot in 15 minutes? Taras, you don't know how tough it was to get around this city before the bombs, it can't be any better now!"

"At any rate, you wanted to talk to some hydrologists? Not so much about the river overflowing its banks as crossing it, right?"

It is precisely the lack of good road infrastructure what can ruin any rescue. Thats why we need to be relatively close. The blocked roads also play in our favor somehow...We can get a quiet place and quickly bolt out. If the BTR still having its plow attached as prepared for the Stanley Park operation, then, it shouldn't be a problem to clear obstacles like abandoned cars, etc. Get my word of Combat Engineer for that!

I need as much information as I can get from the hydrologists to plan for the crossing and have a clear picture of what's in store for the future. The nature of the river banks is paramount to prepare landing sites.

They had to wrap it up early due to the equally early start the next day.

Kwan arranged to have Taras talk to some hydrologists the next day about the river, and some beachcombers from the Musqueam were also there to add their views on proposed landing sites (of which they were all familiar) and how to remove logs and other obstructions. Indeed, they'd seen the BTR still had the "cow-catcher" mounted on the front, perfect for moving aside obstructions.

Clarke-Sullivan talked to Keith and assured him that once his family was located, they would be allowed to live within the UBC perimeter if they wished. Further, Seth introduced him to Master McRae and Sergeant Fox, and they agreed to have a beer some time and share stories, generally catch up.

Rachel and Kelsey seemed to be getting along as well as usual, and welcomed Chris (Mac) who came over to hang out with them.

Ed showed up, having completed his business, and he hung around with his son and Gunny Conklin for a while, drinking beer and snagging a hamburger to eat.

They were done and ready for bed at 2100, everyone having left for their own quarters.

A few beers down, and a steak, and Kelsey got a bit rowdy, challenging Mac to arm wrestling.  The canned scot baring a well cut bicep for a female and propping her elbow up on the table.
"Think you can beat me this time Mac?"

In reply to Kelsey Sarah Champlain (msg #215):

"All right girl, you're on."

They cleared a table and got down to it.

"Best two out of three!"
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Mac won the first round, but it wasn't easy.

It was best two out of three, so they went again.

The next round, Kelsey gave it her all and prevailed.

It was time for the third and final round, to decide who gained control of postwar BC, the natives or White people.

Kelsey laughs and takes a seat, bringing the beers but at a respectful distance from flying hands, she sits at the ready and offers a bare hand to Mac, a challenging grin on her face.

"Remember the last time, when you were trying to impress that girl?  Who went home with her that night, huh Mac?"  Already taunting, truth was.. noone went home with that girl she mentioned, though Mac might have gotten the impression Kelsey did, she'd blown enough smoke that she has him half convinced that she might have....





Kelsey immediately regretted the taunting when Mac shocked her with a hard fought first pin.  She insisted on two out of three, and with serious determination pressed him for a win the second time, the table itself creaking.
"I see it comes down to this, Mac."  She finishes her beer and wipes her mouth with the back of her arm, then offers that hand, flexing it, people gathering around closer, and takes firm of his grip, setting into it.. but as they lock up her gaze wanders to the side, Mac starts to gain advantage and Kelsey barely maintains up with a wrist lock.  Her other hand snakes out and snags Mac's beer, downing it as he gapes, and losing concentration, Kelsey rising slightly and pinning him with a sudden dirty move.
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In reply to Kelsey Sarah Champlain (msg #218):

Laughing, Mac pounded the table.

"Damn, woman! Again, we get the short end of the stick, through trickery and deceit! Fine, you win this time, Devil Woman, but it's not over!"

In reply to Christopher Little Hawk MacDonald (msg #219):

Kelsey polishes off Mac's beer and bangs the empty on the table

"Another rematch?  A glutton for punishment you are, my fine friend.  Then.. at the next party!"  She reaches over with a handshake and slaps his back with her other hand.  "Practice then, lift weights.. about a half litre at a time, eh?"  she laughs and gets them both another round of potent homebrew, three if Rachel looks up to it.

Later on, after more off color humor, loud talking, bragging, and various other soldierly duties she stretches and looks at her watch "Morning will be awful early.  I vote the next party goes down when I can sleep in, like.. til six AM or something."  She grins over at Rachel  "Anyone want in on the Five AM fun run?  Miss slave driver here sets the pace."