Quick, take care of the woman. Get her out of here.

Sgt. Shevchenko was retrieving the assault rifles and throwing them out of the container. After this he would start searching each suspect for weapons, knives or any dangerous item.

We should lock them up here inside the container. I'll use my handcuffs on the doors.


Staff Sgt. Shevchenko  Bravo 1
Securing weapons
AKS-74U (30/30) +4 mags. At the ready, Full Auto.
S&W 5946 (15/15) +2 mags
RGO handgrenades x6
1 RPO
2 flares

"Yes sir!  I'll take her to Wayne."

She puts the former prisoner into a fireman's carry and speaks to her in English and French repeating.  "It's going to be OK, I'm CAF, I'm taking you to safety"

She radios ahead to Wayne quickly "Bravo Three, prepare to receive civilian!  This is Bravo Two, Bravo One is containing three kittens."

She hauls the woman off at her best pace to Wayne, if she can manage rifle up she will, otherwise she will sling it and go with her sidearm.





Bravo-Two.
Evacuating the civilian, combat ready as possible.
C-8 Carbine - 6 spare Mags (5.56 NATO) - round chambered, safe off.
6 C-13 Frag Grenades  (Attached to webgear)
2 Smoke grenades (Green/white) (pockets)
Kevlar body armor.  Life vest.
Kevlar helmet ON!, chest mic on lbe, AN/PRC 68-B on hip with sidearm,
Sidearm:  Browning Hi-Power, 2 spare mags

Once the weaponry was removed Taras closed the doors of the container securing them with a pair of handcuffs. He then went to investigate the content of the other two containers nearby.



Staff Sgt. Shevchenko  Bravo 1
Securing prisoners
AKS-74U (30/30) +4 mags. At the ready, Full Auto.
S&W 5946 (15/15) +2 mags
RGO handgrenades x6
1 RPO
2 flares

When the explosion detonates, Wayne crouches down even lower than he was before.  After the debris finishes raining down, he will walk in a crouch up the incline of the berm, going prone just on the outside of the crest.  From that position he will observe the chaos of the assault as it plays out.  He will offer his team mates covering fire if necessary.

When Kelsey radios, he begins to back down the berm immediately, looking down toward the boat as he moves.  "Aye-aye, moving to position.  See you at the RIB."

Kelsey moves as fast as she can, this is the kind of thing she trains her body for, so that she can pull through in a situation like this.  She scrambles up the berm, using the butt of her rifle (on safe!) if she needs to assist her footing, keeping her rescue wrapped over her shoulders, talking to her as she goes.

"You are safe now, ma'm, I'm with the Forces, and I'm handing you off to Wayne, who I promise will not hurt you.  Vous êtes en sécurité maintenant, mademoiselle, je suis avec le Forces Canadien, et je vous remettre hors de Wayne, qui je vous promets ne vous blessera pas."

She hits the radio as she rushes back to support Taras  "This is Bravo Two, Package delivered to Bravo Three, moving to assist Bravo One. *Break*  Bravo Seven or Eight, REPORT!  Over."






Bravo-Two.
Evacuating the civilian, combat ready as possible, returning to aid Taras asap.
C-8 Carbine - 6 spare Mags (5.56 NATO) - round chambered, safe off.
6 C-13 Frag Grenades  (Attached to webgear)
2 Smoke grenades (Green/white) (pockets)
Kevlar body armor.  Life vest.
Kevlar helmet ON!, chest mic on lbe, AN/PRC 68-B on hip with sidearm,
Sidearm:  Browning Hi-Power, 2 spare mags

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Mac continued to scan all around, not just the compound but their surroundings.

"Bravo Two from Bravo Eight. SITREP as follows. Area is clear, no tangos."

In reply to Kelsey Sarah Champlain (msg #257):

Wayne tries to get Kelsey's attention before she vanishes again.  "Do you need me here, or there?" he asks tersely.

If she tells him to remain at the boat, then he will help the woman into the boat and he will take his place next to the motor.

If she wants him to accompany her over the berm, he will instruct the woman to sit down on solid ground near the boat.

"Roger Bravo Eight, stay alert."

"Wayne, stay with her, we may have more.  Stay alert too, ok?"

She smiled up to him as she struggled up the slope.
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The men laying insensate among the butchered pig carcasses in the "slaughterhouse" offered no resistance as their rifles and obvious weapons.

Aside from an HK91 and M16A1 rifles, both the armed men had sidearms (Colt M1911 and Beretta M92) plus hand grenades. Taras noted their heads were shaved, and their pale skins bore swastika and other trademark neo-Nazi tattoos (spiders, skulls, full skeletons, barbed wire around necks, biceps and wrists, writing Gothic script of hate slogans in English and German). Blood leaked from ears and noses of all three, indicating some ear and other damage due to overpressure.

With disgust, Taras tossed a cheap revolver that seemed to have a purple phallic sex toy of some kind attached to the barrel outside with the rest of the guns. The pig farmer appeared to be otherwise unarmed.

This process took less than a minute. In the mean time, Kel staggered across the yard, straight through the garbage towards the corner where Wayne waited by the Zod. In the process bypassing the nearby stairway in the growing smoke. Off to the side, the wooden pile that used to be the barn was going up in a roaring crackle.

BOOOM! More wood debris was thrown in the air. Under the remains of the barn, a cylinder of what perhaps was propane exploded from the fire. Kel staggered in the shockwave. Her burden was limp, a woman in the rags of pre-war clothing covered in bruises and dried blood, fresh blood coming from her ears. It's likely she didn't hear a word Kel said.

The men were coming out of their state of dazed shock. One slapped confusedly at an empty holster as Taras finished with the weapons and locked the door. Taras' hearing (and Kel's) had recovered from the shockwave but obviously, his hadn't (and possibly wouldn't). Taras then moved to the southernmost trailer to begin searching it. From there he could move to the northern one, or the squalid rusty motor home.

"WHAT? WHAT? FUCK? I CAN'T HEAR... FUCK YOU! OPEN THE DOOR YOU FUCKERS!" bawled someone from inside the trailer.

Wayne looked down in overwatch as Kel struggled up the berm under the weight of the freed hostage. The smoke parted enough for Wayne to see someone in camouflage standing behind Kel by the northern trailer, armed with an HK91. His empty blue eyes met Wayne's. Kel also sensed the threat out of the corner of her eye, but she wasn't currently in much of a position to return fire.

In reply to helbent4 (msg # 261):

Wayne took that position for a reason, with the hope of being able to assist his team in some meaningful way.

Time slows for Wayne as he hears himself say into his mic, "Engaging target."  He fills his front sight with the enemy combatant, then uses his rear sight to select center mass as his intended point of aim.  His thumb bears down on the MP-5's fire selector, snapping it from safe to full auto in an instant.  Wayne squeezes the trigger...
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Kelsey notices the man out of the corner of her eye, but loaded down as she is with the former... whatever they had planned for her... she was not exactly reacting quickly.

The man aimed his heavy battle rifle at Kel, intending to bring her down with a burst of 7.62mm fire.

Wayne's SMG was quicker burst went wide, stitching the crumpled side of the container behind the armed militiaman. Realising that this was the greater threat, the man immediately switched his aim to Wayne, HK91 firing on full-auto. Almost in slow-motion, bullets zipped by Kel's head (and her unconscious burden) spraying sand and dirt all around Wayne. If he hadn't been taking cover on top of the berm, the rounds would have struck and perhaps have gone through him.

Correcting his aim, Wayne's next burst struck the man squarely, hitting him in the left knee, twice in the chest and once in the right arm. Grimacing in pain, the man sagged back again the steel container. He was unable to keep his rifle up and the muzzle dug into the dirt a second later.

BLAAM, BLAAM, BLAAM!!!


The loud report of the Heckler & Kock assault rifle didn't go unnoticed. Almost simultaneously the staccato of her little sister got Taras attention. Some serious situation was taking place right behind the container. Taras took cover by the door.

Bravo 2! Report!

Report was about all that was left of Kel, she did a quick assessment of her and her burden for wounds, and feeling no blood or damage she surged up the embankment and over.  "Thanks Wayne, stay alert up here.  I'll put her in the boat, she's out."

She had seen it go down, she did.  "This is Bravo Two, Bravo Three put a kitten down."
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Roger, we have to secure this damn place! Cover me!

He moved quickly around to find the kitten out of it. The barn was no longer an issue and it was being gutted by the flames. There was the containers left to check as well as the ramshackled moto home. This time he hoped that the overhead cover would help. as he moved to inspect the interior of the containers.
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Kelsey checks quickly to see if the former captive was wounded, then set her down next to Wayne "Keep an eye on her"  She crouched and did a look around before heading back down the slope in a much more deliberate pace, crouched and weapon at ready.  She suspected the trailer was where the last one came from, so she paid particular attention to around it.

"Roger Bravo One!  Leaving our prize with Three!  I suspect that Trailer!"




Bravo-Two.
Backing up Taras, moving in combat posture.
C-8 Carbine - 6 spare Mags (5.56 NATO) - round chambered, safe off.
6 C-13 Frag Grenades  (Attached to webgear)
2 Smoke grenades (Green/white) (pockets)
Kevlar body armor.  Life vest.
Kevlar helmet ON!, chest mic on lbe, AN/PRC 68-B on hip with sidearm,
Sidearm:  Browning Hi-Power, 2 spare mags

The Pig Farm

This was the first chance Kel had to look at the hostage. The woman was battered but lacked any bullet wounds. She didn't have any major trauma and seemed to be passed out or fainted, not unconscious (meaning that head trauma was unlikely). With Wayne's help she laid the woman in the boat, then returned.

Covering Taras, they both quickly cleared the rest of the compound with Wayne in overwatch. The compound was muddy with pools of standing water, criss-crossed by wooden paths ("duckboards") as natural drainage of rain water was non-existent and some water still seeped through the berms. A pump was set up to drain as much water as possible but it was an inefficient arrangement, at best.

Northwestern Container: a guard shack of some kind, with an armoury of various small arms. An open metal cabinet held an C9 SAW, several rifles and shotguns, various pistols. Another held ammunition crates, cases of hand grenades and an M72 grenade launcher plus ammunition. An open rack held vests and helmets. On a desk were several CCTV monitors, all blank. There were flashlights, flares. Sitting on a table were crates of small land mines, presumably intended for defensive emplacement were the guards here not so damn lazy (thank God)!

In behind the container was a portable generator, probably providing power or backup power to the compound. It wasn't running. There were plastic barrels of alcohol fuel stored here along with it.

Southwest Container: a barracks of sorts. Three double bunks piled high with dirty clothing and bits of gear and equipment. Nazi memorabilia (SS and swastika flags, graffiti of racist slogans and carictures) and pornography decorated the walls. There were also various Canadian IMP and American packs (full and consumed) and empty tin cans strewn around.

Motor Home: A squalid little home for probably one person. A bed in one end, fold-down sofas in the other end littered with articles of woman's clothing.

There was no workshop, storage or kitchen. Presumably those were now all burning. There was also no one else in the compound, but no bodies, either. The rain started again although it would do little to mitigate the nearby inferno.

The LAV

"This is Bravo Two, Bravo Three put a kitten down."

Stone replied, "Bravo from Alpha, I copy. Good work! Break. Request SITREP, also, any casualties? Over."

Up in the LAV's turret, Hawke continued scanning the area for threats. There were no sounds, other than the birds and the trees. It started to rain again.

Eventually, he heard the sounds of vehicles approaching from the west. Could this be their relief?

"I will ground a moment and Sitrep, sir.  Maybe we should give that guy we shot some first aid too."

"Alpha, This is Bravo Two. The chair is safely under the table.  The table is set.  Three Kittens in a box ready for adoption.  One rescue.  No friendly injuries."




Bravo-Two.
Assisting Taras in searching.
C-8 Carbine - 6 spare Mags (5.56 NATO) - round chambered, safe off.
6 C-13 Frag Grenades  (Attached to webgear)
2 Smoke grenades (Green/white) (pockets)
Kevlar body armor.  Life vest.
Kevlar helmet ON!, chest mic on lbe, AN/PRC 68-B on hip with sidearm,
Sidearm:  Browning Hi-Power, 2 spare mags

Andy shook his head at the smoke cloud, he had been staring at it and suddenly realised he wasn't keeping an eye out for surprises. He sat up straighter and began to scan the area for anything unpleasant.

"This is Bravo Seven," he said over the radio, "keeping a look out for tangoes. I think I heard a motorboat leaving the place just before you assaulted, it will have seen the smoke and might be returning. Everyone stay on your toes."

In reply to helbent4 (msg # 264):

"Target down," Wayne reports over the tac net upon seeing the effects of his fire.  Wayne scans the area for other threats.

Is the unconscious former prisoner next to Wayne, or in the boat?  First Kel said the boat, then she said next to Wayne, then the GM said the boat.  Now I'm confused.

Once the compound was clear, the Staff Sargent went to check on the status of the badly shot and probably dying skinhead. He realised that they were in a dire situation with forces string out and difficult to coordinate if the enemy was to make a comeback.

The LAV III would be busy waiting for the back-up and who knows if they were in a position to offer a minimnal support to the Bravo element in the farm. The sniper team was lacking any mobility as they were stranded on a rooftop. At least they were able to provide surveillance over the river and probable avenue of approach of the former fleeing zodiac. THey did have MEDEVAC yet nowhere to send them yet.

OK, lets make priorities here. Kelsey, get yourself a good fighting position in case the bad guys want to come back. Team up with Andy and MacDonald. Wayne, evacuate the woman to the LAV III and remain there. Once the back up comes over bring them here to secure this place.

At or by the Farm

It started to rain harder.

Rusalka, the dog, had wolfed down the food Mac and Kel left for her. Mac had told her to "stay" and she was trained enough to obey. Exhaustion overtook her and she went to sleep after her first substantial meal in several days if not weeks. The explosion and its rumbling echoes woke her up, and she whined from where she lay (hidden by the peak of the roof), looking up towards Andy and Mac.\



The instructions were for Wayne to evacuate the hostage to the LAV, while Mac and Andy (and Rusalka) covered from the NW.

Stone's voice came over the radio. "Bravo, Alpha copies all. Break.

"Be advised Hotel is sending two Golf Victors and one Romeo Victor. Call signs Kilo Tree and Fower. Break."

That is, 2 ground vehicles (Kilo 3) and 1 riverine vehicle (Kilo 4) were the approaching backup elements.

"Be advised: Kilo Fower observed one runner, a Romeo Victor, egress the area via Pitt River, then continue Echo (East) farther up the Fraser. Break.

"Bravo Actual, do you want your inbound Romeo element to pursue the runner or continue to your location? Over."

In the mean time, Taras had checked out the downed skinhead. He had bled out a few minutes earlier, now he was still.
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No pursuit! We need all the help we can over here. Sooner or later they will be back and we'll be waiting for them. We have urgent MEDEVAC. Over.


No pulse on the tattoed scum. Taras climbed the Southern berm and tried to get a fix on the LAV III location using the binocs.

There was no LOS to the LAV. In fact, due to the flood waters it couldn't approach close enough, safely, to get an LOS around the trees and partially-flooded structures. It sucked, but that was the reality. They could try and wade farther in, but that would put the LAV at serious risk.

"Roger that, Bravo. Be advised, CASEVAC RV point is my position. Send your Zulu to the highway, will have eyes-on at that point. Break. Friendly Romeo Victor in-bound your position, five mikes. Alpha out."

So, Wayne was supposed to meet the LAV on Lougheed highway. The river unit was in-bound, five minutes away.

In the LAV, Stone instructed William, "Hawke, get ready. One hostaqge, in-bound. No details but no friendly casualties."

Very well, roger and out!

The visual search didn't work but the communication granted the safety of the maneuver. They will be ready at the arrival of Wayme with the freed hostage.

Wait and see, Kel. Wait and see...

Taras did a full sweep of the surroundings and went to inspect the inflatable boat at the wharf.