conversations: human
conversations:  Your Lieutenant waves you all down. Each of you takes a turn, rappelling down the sheer cliff face into the dense jungle growth. Insects chirp all around you, and the wind whispers through the plants...
  
  " Keep quiet, " says the Lieutenant, Ian Tooley, in a calm, clear voice.
  
  " It may be night, but those damn guards have good ears, tested it already. Anyway. I've scoped out our approach side of the villa. We're coming at the east side of it, a nice tall wall. We might be able to rappel up it, but on the other side I heard lots of voices. It seems a walled villa doesn't have quite enough inside space for a small army. "
  
  He crouches low and starts through the dense underbrush.
  
  " On me. "
  
  You follow him to the edge of the brush. A few lamps illuminate key areas of the walls, but the guard isn't too focused on protecting from invasion. There is a small patrol on the eastern side, consisting of three men. Two are walking together along the eastern wall, and the other stands by a fence to the north, looking out upon a huge waterfall and valley river. It would seem the villa sits right upon the edge of the cliff, overlooking the lush scenery. This short fence bordering the edge of the cliff is only about waist high, but the walls surrounding the villa, or at least these on the east side, are very tall and very thick stone.
  
  You can hear the feet and see the light trail of another patrol along the south wall.
  
  A ways along the east wall, to the north and the river, is a large door in the side of the wall.
  
  
  
  OOC:
   
   Spoiler 
  Need any other details?
   
conversations: deepsear:
conversations: human
conversations:  As the Lt. waved the drop, Van was already starting to get into his groove. The patrol spirit was high, and everything had gone good so far. The growing lack of nicotine in his system was starting to give him an alert edge. Irritable, but alert.
  He shot down the rope and took up position to cover the others. The Lt. joined them and then yammered out his spiel. Van grinned. They knew their jobs but an officer never failed to beat a dead horse. As Lt. Tooley starts through the underbrush Van silently moves into his order of march.
conversations: canab:
conversations: human
conversations:  Mac 
  
  The dense jungle reminded him of the wild forests back home ... no, this was no time to be nostaligic, a mission awaits.
  
  Rappeling down without a single sound, Mac quickly rappells down into the forest. As he lands, he loses the cable and looks around for sings of trouble ... seems like they're in the clear for now ...
  
  With his M4/M206 ready, Mac joins the huddle and hears the plan. A reasonable plan, it seemed. There could be some trouble with the small army though ... Oh well, they were all heavely armed, and they were the best of the best. And with supprize and darkness as their friends, they had a good chance of pulling this off...
  
  Mac sees the how the wall on the east side are higher and thicker ... obviously patrols would be lighter there, as higher walls provide a false sense of securrity ...
  
  You follow him to the edge of the brush. A few lamps illuminate key areas of the walls, but the guard isn't too focused on protecting from invasion. There is a small patrol on the eastern side, consisting of three men. Two are walking together along the eastern wall, and the other stands by a fence to the north, looking out upon a huge waterfall and valley river. It would seem the villa sits right upon the edge of the cliff, overlooking the lush scenery. This short fence bordering the edge of the cliff is only about waist high, but the walls surrounding the villa, or at least these on the east side, are very tall and very thick stone.
  
  You can hear the feet and see the light trail of another patrol along the south wall.
  
  A ways along the east wall, to the north and the river, is a large door in the side of the wall. he looks at the sitution and tries to come up with a plan ...
conversations: qube:
conversations: human
conversations:  Abi 
  
  Joining the rest of the squad on the ground, Abi craned her neck up and gave the ok signal to Gary Kenyon, their chopper pilot. She followed the squad down the cliff face and into the concealment of the jungle below. Eventually they reached the edge of the brush and got their first good look of the villa. She listened to the Lieutenants assessment and followed the patrols with her gaze as he pointed them out.
  
  Well, they certainly looked lax. Weren't expecting any trouble, that was good. They'd better tread carefully if they wanted to keep it that way, one wrong move and everyone in the compound would be on the alert, making their job that much harder.
  
  Crouching low, she pulled out her PDA and called up a map of the villa that had been generated by satellite images prior to the start of the mission, scanning the layout.
  
  "Sir," She said, shuffling silently over to the Lieutenant and showing him the map, "from the look of things I would say security is weakest along the side facing the cliff edge. No walls, just a small fence, and only one patrol who, from the look of things are more concerned with the view than with guarding the place. I say we take most of the team down the cliff a short distance away from the villa, climb across, then back up towards the fence. We have the rest of the team here," she pointed at an area an the opposite end of the compound, "to create a diversion if anything goes wrong, or if we can't get past the guards stationed there. It should be quick and easy to get through the fence, provided we're careful about any wired security systems ..."
conversations: Revy:
conversations: human
conversations:  Vasilli was on higher ground, remaining behind on the cliff to set up his rifle. Though there were some trees in the way and the angle prevented him from seeing the whole of the courtyard. Yet for all intents and purposes its was a pretty good perch. He count see the inside of the house from the windows and he was well concealed.
  
  "Warning, I spot an incoming patrol. 5 O'clock. I count 4."
  
  As he said so, he took careful aim at the apparent leader, cross hairs carefully aligned with his ear, adjusting his sights just so to compensate for the wind and humidity.
conversations: Silver Coin:
conversations: human
conversations:  Van 
  
  Van heard the warning through his PRR. His grin faded as he grabs the mag on his rifle and gives it a pull to make sure it's seated properly. His finger slides up to the weapon's safety lever. Van slowly slides back off into the bush to take up a flanking position incase the group gets spotted or decides to engage.
conversations: canab:
conversations: human
conversations:  Mac 
  
  Abi's plan sounded fine, and she was kind of specialized in these things, so no need to doubt her...
  "a small explosive charge could cause enough commotion to act as diversion" Mac suggests as he doesn't like the fact that the team should split up ...
  
  Then the message from Vasilli came. Taking them out silently seems like the logical thing to do...
  
  Mac locks his M4/M26 on his back, and slids out a long straight knife - almost a shortsword ...
  he checks to see the location of the patrol, and then follows Van. However he doesn't stop in flanking position, but circles around so he comes out back.
  "I'll take out the last one" he wispers over the intercom.
conversations: qube:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lt. Tooley looks over Abi's map, and weighs the plan.
  
  " I don't like us splitting up either. "
  
  Hearing the wanting to fire, he quickly speaks up.
  
  " We're deep enough in the woods that we're unnoticeable by patrol, seeing as this eastern wall one hasn't seen as yet. Unless someone has a better plan, I  suggest  we minimize casualties. At least, discoverable ones. "
conversations: deepsear:
conversations: human
conversations:  "niner, roger last. I'm on flank and Mac's on 6. watching &amp; waiting. Out" Van whispers into his mic. He shifts into a slightly less uncomfortable position, reaches up and undoes the clasp on his bayonet. Van keeps a sharp eye on the patrol just incase they notice Mac trying to get behind them
conversations: canab:
conversations: human
conversations:  " From the map here I see an entrance point. It leads into some kind of storage area. We have two choices. Eliminate the patrol and dump their bodies over the fence into the water, or sneak into the compound behind them... "
  
  He draws his secondary weapon, a suppressed Sig Sauer P226 Elite with Soft-Point .357 SIG rounds. His primary is a noticeable G36A2 with a flashlight, laser, suppressor, and AG36 grenade launcher loaded with buckshot. His special firearm is a suppressed Skorpion.
conversations: deepsear:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Suggest holding fire. They are passing. Yes, they passed without noticing."
  
  It seemed as though whoever was planning the patrol routes knew what they were doing but the soldiers have much to be desired. Guess that just makes things that much easier.
conversations: Silver Coin:
conversations: human
conversations:  " Decision time. "
  
  He pumps the slide on his pistol, then, falling in behind Van and Mac, whispers,
  
  " Go. "
conversations: deepsear:
conversations: human
conversations:  On hearing the command, Van watched the patrol walk off then dashed up to the wall, pressing his back against it and double checking that he wasn't spotted. He squats down forms his hands into a saddle to help hoist the next man over the wall.
conversations: canab:
conversations: human
conversations:  Mac 
  
  Mac watches the patrol walk away with their ignorant bliss, then sheets his blade, and sneaks up to the wall. Using a push from Van he tumbles easely over the wall.
  
  With only the sound of grass crushed beneath his feet, Mac lands crouched behind the wall. His hand reaching for his side arm, he checks left then right.
  
  "all clear" he informs his compagnions.
  He takes his M4/M203 from his back and makes room for his allies to pass the wall ...
conversations: qube:
conversations: human
conversations:  You land in what the map labels "crates," where you discover you are surrounded by... Well, building materials mostly. Some crates in the right hand corner from where you're standing, bordering the garden. To the left of the garden is the roof of the wine cellar building. It is low, but steeped in the middle. To the left of that, on the southern wall, is a large double door from which you can hear a crackling fire, and quiet conversation in Spanish. You can see the hacienda, very close, very tempting. And dark.
  
  The eastern patrol meets up with the lone man at the fence. They converse heatedly for a second, and then the lone man joins the pack. They move back up towards the infiltrator's position.
conversations: deepsear:
conversations: human
conversations:  Vasili kept careful track of the patrol. It wouldn't do for his team mates to get discovered this early in now would it?
  
  "Warning, the patrol is moving back the way they came."
  
  OOC: Also,
  
    BUMP  
conversations: Silver Coin:
conversations: human
conversations:  *waiting for my companions to get over the wall*
conversations: qube:
conversations: human
conversations:  OOC: this is assuming nobody else comes up to the wall.
  
  Van turns and jumps. Grabbing the wall he quickly hoists himself over the top, keeping a low profile so as not to be seen. He lands near Mac and moves to cover behind the crates.
conversations: canab:
conversations: human
conversations:  Abi 
  
  Watching the squads back, Abi brought up the rear. When the rest were safely over she followed them, ducking behind cover and glancing around her sorroundings.
conversations: Revy: