The Pendleton Sandbar Restaurant and Bar might have been a popular spot before the War, right on the river, with views of the bridge. Now most of its furnishings have gone, presumably repurposed, the flood waters have clearly only just receded, and there's not a single window remaining, leaving it little more than a shell, although a few reminders of its previous life remain, most noticeably - and perhaps incongruously - the intact albeit no longer functional jukebox.
Today it's serving as a temporary briefing room, one where Lauren Cao is about to run through her plan for this afternoon's anti sniper activities. Without the benefit of a power point presentation or whiteboard. Or even a flip chart.
"Good afternoon everyone." The Air Force Captain says when the last of them have filed in. Maggie Long is no longer with them, although Cao has the feeling that she would have been if they'd let her.
"And welcome back to everyone coming back from Gould." She nods in Guillory's direction. They could talk about Gould and whether or not there's a problem with its law enforcement later. After they've dealt with their current problem. After all, no one from Gould has shot at them. Yet.
"Now, let me bring everyone up to speed with the situation here." Eyes flick to a notepad held in her right hand before looking up again. Her left thumb
wants to press a button on a laser pointer.
"When we took the JLTV out earlier headed for the dam the road was blocked by a fallen tree. Aerial reconnaissance -" this time the nod goes to Anderson
"- carried out by Technical Sergeant Anderson has identified heat signatures in the woods close to the tree that are consistent with one or more individuals." tl;dr, there's someone hiding in the woods.
"We have no information as to the identity of this individual or individuals but it is the assumption that they are connected to the shots that were fired at our colleagues on the Mississippi side of the river." It's a gentle reminder that they're all wearing the same uniform and that allegations of theft are just that, allegations, and the Mississippi troops are entitled to the presumption of innocence until proven otherwise
"Therefore we are going to launch a two pronged operation that will go into the woods and attempt to detain them."
She looks at her notepad again.
"Myself, Ms Noble, Sergeant Anderson and Specialist Kabua will form one element, call sign Sierra One. Mr Guillory, Lieutenant Rios, Mr Carswell and Private Skillins will form a second element, callsign Sierra Two. Mr Noble, Sergeant Watkins, and Mz Murray will stay here as Sierra Base." If she could she'd have tactical icons on a whiteboard.
"Sierra One will enter the forest on foot. We'll leave at dusk and move in under cover of darkness using NVG's." Best case scenario they have better night vision than whoever is in the woods and they have an advantage. Worst case they're evenly matched.
"I need those with NVG's who are not going in on foot to hand their NVG's over to anyone in Sierra One who needs them." That is clearly not a request.
"A drone will be up." Anyone close enough to read the notepad she's holding in her right hand would see that part says
Air Support and is underlined. Twice. And then circled.
"I need two volunteers from Sierra Two. Sergeant Anderson will give you an introduction to the basics of drone operation so you can control the drone and guide us on to target. Specialist Kabua will give the other one a crash course on firing an M2 machine gun." When she'd rehearsed that part earlier in the privacy of what had been the women's restroom with just a curious bird for company she'd had it the other way round before she realized a
crash course in drone operation probably didn't sound encouraging.
"Once we have visual on whoever is in the woods we'll signal Sierra Two. You then enter the woods along the same road we took this morning. I want you to run with headlights on but everyone stays within the vehicle. Your mission is to divert their attention and be ready to support us as we attempt to capture them." Lauren pauses, looks around each of them in turn.
"I need to stress we do not know who this person is or people are or what their motives may be. It's possible they are just trying to be overly zealous in protecting their property. Therefore lethal force is only authorized if you feel your own life or that of others is in danger." It's a polar opposite of the orders she gave the night of the pig farm. She knows that, no doubt everyone else will recognize it as well.
"This is a civilian matter -" At the moment goes unsaid
"- so any prisoners will be placed into Lieutenant Rios' custody." Cao nods to Rios.
She has to hope for the best outcome but plan for the worst though.
"Everyone check weapons before we leave, for those in Sierra One make sure you have a full load of ammo and enough water and food for an eight hour foot patrol. Body armor, helmets -" she can't help but glance at Guillory
"- are mandatory for everyone. That's not a request. Full camo protocols for everyone in Sierra One. I also want everyone in Sierra One to draw a flash bang grenade."
Lauren pauses, looks at her notepad one more time before flipping it closed. If this was a power point she'd be on her last slide.
"Does anyone have any questions? Comments? Concerns? The floor is yours ladies and gentlemen."