OOC: Begin posting here once you have completed all of your pre-mission planning, trading, and preparations, thanks.


The moon hung over the beach like a spot light. Every wake seemed to roll in like a beacon announcing the approach of their insertion craft. At less than a hundred meters from shore the boat spun smoothly through one hundred eighty degrees and began to reverse up to the beach. At around ten meters out the engines were cut and the back of the craft allowed to skid across the sandy bottom until the craft came a stop a little over three meters from the wake zone on the beach.

Strapped into their vehicles, nervous as hell from nearly an hour of drifting inland on an ocean illuminated by the brightest moon any of them had seen since, well, none of them could remember when. On a signal from the deck chief, one Petty Officer Daniel Gardener from Dallas, the FAVs rolled bouncily onto the dry sands and began their quick run up to the shadowed side of a nearby hotel.

It was 00:37 in the morning. The weather was clear, and predicted to be so for two more days. The temperature was a pleasant forty nine degrees with mild winds. Visibility was an unprecedented two kilometers along the horizon. It was an ideal night for a covert landing into a potentially enemy controlled area of operations. The distant sounds of thudding artillery fire, the crash of tank main guns, and the rattle of automatic cannons reminded everyone of how close the war was.

"Alright Loba-Perdición, where are we going?" Raf asked James Wolfebane, using the Spanish equivalent of wolf and bane, jammed together.  Ortiz briefly wondered if he could keep one hand on the steering wheel and perhaps reach over and fire that sweet M249 if ever came to that.

Wolfebane noticed Raf kept looking over at the M249. He had curiosity written all over his face. Wolfebane sighed. Well, it would seem he was riding with Audie Murphy. Could be worse, he told himself, at least Audie killed a lot damned Nazis.

(OOC: Sorry for the adlib there Wolfebane. Not assuming your thoughts, just had to stick that Audie Murphy drop in there.)
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Roger hung on to Ma Deuce and watched the likely hiding places as they swung by.

The ride into the beach had been interesting. Once they were in the sand Andrew did a quick scan of the dunes and any upper stories of the buildings they could see. Like everyone else he waited for the signal to order them forward as he looked for lights or anything else to indicate people were about.


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The FAVs made quick work of the beach crossing and in moments were parked along opposing angles in the shadowed corner off a eight story hotel. Engines offs, ears straining, the team found little to give away anything other some cattle that had probably been roaming the area since the previous fall invasion of the area.

A quick check in to the departing land craft; Wolfbane set the vehicle's radio to a ULF setting and gave several quick taps of a Morse key to let them know the mission was underway as planned. S-f, pause, S-G. So far, so good.

Once again radio silent the FAV's fired up their engines just an ominous sound drew their attention nearly due east, just a touch south, and basically in a direct path to little airport. The shriek of a turbine, the thrumming of rotors, and the echo of a helicopter flying nap of the earth.

It was the sound that soldiers from the fighting in central Europe where all to familiar with; the high speed passage of a Hind E gunship flying very damned low to the ground.

(OOC: Recon rolls for anyone trying to place the vehicle's vicinity and direction of travel without actually seeing the chopper. Anyone who rolls 20 or under will have an idea of its actual 'combat attitude'.)

Andrew tried to orientate himself to the new incoming threat so he could get eyes on the helicopter. They might be able to use the hotel building to their advantage if they have or are spotted, so he waited and tried to pick up any tell tale sounds or signs from the flying gunship.

Andrew Johnson rolled 15 using 1d100.  Recon = 70%.


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Pat sat in the driver seat the engine idling, he was nervous about the op, the last one had resulted in more casualties than he was comfortable with.  He was distracted, he knew it but just couldn't seem to get it together.  Still he knew the NCO's had everything in hand and once they were in the field he was just one of the cogs in the machine.

22:16, Today: Patrick Walsh rolled 86 using 1d100.  Recon 55%.

"Just remember, most medals for bravery and such tend to get awarded posthumously. Audie did good coming home in one piece." he added, as he checked the HK-CAW just in case he needed to crotch shot a Russian again, and not the Hustler kind.

Once the signal was given, he kept his ears open in case there was an abort signal or other message on the radio. James could tell there was a Hind flying about but has no idea how high with the headphones on, and the FAV's engine humming.

"Bravery?  Mowing fools down while driving away is why I'm checking that 249 traverse.  I'm gonna be ready to haul ass if you guys go hand-to-hand with a tank again.  You know I read the last after action report, right?" Ortiz said with a snort.

11:01, Today: Rafael Ortiz rolled 43 using 1d100.  Recon. [Recon = 50%]

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"Russian tanks are pussies."

Roger spit over the side of the FAV in his best Jesse Ventura impression.

"Then make sure you are using it on those that are barking out orders. No idea what they are saying but we all know a command voice when we hear one." James said.