These gang bangers are getting under Lauren’s skin. Maybe it’s an anger management issue. The older man in particular had got to her, the one that had waved his arms at them. She’d been sorely tempted to return the gesture with her middle finger. But losing her cool in front of the troops would have been unprofessional. At least she hasn’t repeated the actions that she took against the
Allianza in Carthage, pushed on too far. She’d seen the look on Skillins’ face when she’d turned to him, the driver clearly unsure whether she was going to tell him to keep going forward or pull back. He’d looked relieved when she’d ordered him to do the latter.
”All right, people,” The Air Force officer says, her tone attempting to sound calm. Attempting. It would be for each of them to judge whether it was or not. The firefight had likely left all of them with adrenaline pumping and she was no exception.
”We’ll hold here for now. Skillins, Sergeant Anderson, stay with the vehicle. Skillins, stand by to move in a hurry if I gve the word.” She’s heard the radio traffic, is aware that Saul’s team at the police station may need rapid reinforcement.
”Sergeant, I want eyes on our twelve o’clock. Anyone comes down that road, I want to know about it. If you see weapons guns are hot, regardless of whether they’re pointing at us or not. If you don’t see any weapons put a burst above their heads, see if they get the message.”
“Kabua, Noble, dismount and cover our flanks. Watch for anyone coming out of those trees. Same rules of engagement apply. Anyone coming through there with a weapon is hostile. I’m going to dismount as well. Under no circumstances does anyone move away from the vehicle. If we come under sustained attack we pile back in and Skillins gets us out of here. Everyone clear?”
If everyone is happy with their roles Lauren will open her armored door, step down onto the asphalt, her M4 held in her right hand while her left reaches for her personal radio. She’s also got the M79 slung over her left shoulder, a bandolier of eleven M381 HE 40mm grenades across her chest. The twelfth grenade is already in the blooper.
”Sexton from Falcon. Sitrep. We’re holding position approx five hundred metres north west of you –“ to be fair, this was stating the obvious
”- on the corner of Bush and –“ there’s a brief pause while she looks up at the still standing street sign
”- and Green. Be advised there are large numbers of civilians approx three hundred and fifty metres north of our position, on the left as you go into the railway yards. No weapons sighted.” Guillory would not need her to tell him that absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.
”Any attempt to advance that way is going to take us within a hundred feet of them for an extended period. That’s danger close for IED’s. Over.”