United We Stand[World Operations]
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				Title: <strong>United We Stand[World Operations]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 08:31:11</strong>
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				<em>During a large, city spanning 1984 Summer festival in downtown Toronto celebrating the Canadian won medals during the Olympics which had ended only a few days earlier, athletes and fans alike crowded streets as a parade all but slowed traffic and bustle to a halt. At 11:40 AM in the morning on the first day of the parade, 5 separate bombs were simultaneously set off along the parade route. Each bomb tore buildings surrounding the route to shreds, many of them collapsing and glass shattering well over 5 miles away. Panic ensued as 2 more bombs were set off later in the day, targeting the mass of first responders sifting through the rubble searching for survivors. <br><br>At the end of it all, well over 2400 people were killed with nearly 5000 wounded or permanently disabled. With hospitals, clinics and even veterinarian clinics filled to the burst, many more hundreds succumbed to wounds due to lack of treatment. A rogue, anti-Western group based in modern-day Georgia claimed responsibility for the attack.<br><br>One week following the bombings, an emergency NATO conference was convened in Washington DC to deal with further threats made by the group. Following this meeting which reached no conclusion, President Ronald Regean and Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau signed into de facto law a proposition, unofficially creating United Task Force - 1. The task force was to be made up of a multi-national combination of the best either the United States or Canada could manage together. The group was going to be headed by General John Shepard, a hardliner US Army Special Forces commander and a fierce officer in his own league. The goal was simple; stop any further bombings and bring those responsible to justice. A mere month later, the Task Force finished its work and was disbanded.<br><br>In reality however, politicians on both sides of the border reveled in the success of UTF-1's capabilities. The group was kept alive and funded, it grew as did its capability. Its membership was broadened to include law enforcement agents in many capacities, it also became self-sufficient. Capable of conducting peacekeeping, counter-terror or insurgency, riot response and even external and internal investigations of criminal matters, and many more. Years and years passed by as UTF-1 was secretly deployed around the globe, home and abroad, dealing with any threats that were unlucky enough to fall into their sights. As time passed, fewer politicians on either side were aware of its existence, and even today barely a handful even know it exists at all, fewer still know its still with us.</em><br><br><br><br><br><strong>NEW YORK HARBOR MAINTENANCE SECTOR, NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK<br><br>....&nbsp; OCTOBER 19th 2010 .... 1135 HRS EASTERN STANDARD TIME</strong><br><br><br>Jack Harper let out an exhausted sigh through his face mask. His face felt like it was on fire, not to mention the rest of him. It was so hot outside that even the dogs would be scrambling for ice cream shops with a wild fury unseen at even a Yankee's game. He skillfully maneuvered his welding torch around the crest of a small chunk of ship hull in preparation for a patch working dive later tonight, when the Sun was casting over the harbor front instead of inland. It made things easier to see, or at least thats what they say. He wasn't sure, he didn't need to care, but with all those high powered lights they drop in there he had wondered if that was just an excuse so the divers could have most of the day off. The torch flashed up in a brilliantly large burst of sparks as Jack finally crested a large dented section of metal, and the thing fell off with a loud crash.<br><br>Four hours of work to remove someone else's mistake, but he wasn't paid to look pretty. He coughed loudly, and pulled off his gloves and flipped up his protective mask as he unleashed a loud cough yet again. His cough was wet, and he temporarily worried about being sick as he heard several other of his fellow employees cough around him. He cursed to himself and felt convinced he had the flu or something, and his wife would likely see him dead if he missed yet another week of work after he sprained his wrist in a rough football game in July. He pulled off his helmet and put it down easily on the side of his work station. He walked over to his duty boss, whom coughed himself, and explained his work was finished and he was going to get some air. Thats when the head rush hit.<br><br>Jack found himself on his back, straining to sit up as some of his co-workers had rushed to his side. He explained his coughs and lightness of his head, all of them agreed someone had the flu and gave it to them. None were angry, a week off with the flu of all things wasn't much to worry about, but today of all days that was more than welcome with the work load. Jack excused himself and made it to the door as another head rush hit, this time much worse. but he was able to stay on his feet as he heard someone yell from back behind him. Jack looked over his shoulder to see his duty boss on the floor ....twitching? He looked like he was having a seizure, when suddenly one of the men next to him keeled over and began doing the same. The warning bells went off, when suddenly another and another man toppled over. One of the workers rushed to an emergency phone as Jack opened the door to go get help. Then he heard the sirens.<br><br>An ambulance flew by the dock warehouse with incredible speed, and parked along side 5 others. What the hell is going on? Was there a fume leak or something? Jack didn't want to wait to find out as he began to stumble towards his car, another ambulance flew past him towards the highway, two more were coming into the harbor warehouse sector, flying past him and over to the other group. An intense pain wracked his entire body from his feet to his head, and now Jack found himself on his knees, nurturing his abdomen like it was a sick child. The pain hit harder and harder as Jack tried to yell for help, but he couldn't manage anything but a grunt of intense pain as he collapsed to his side. A female&nbsp; paramedic was on his side in a flash, with two others, all in... gas masks? Jack let out an intense scream as something in his chest began to feel like it was burning. The female paramedic turned away as she jabbed him with something, but Jack couldn't look around to see what it was, but the pain began to go away. He felt like he was drowning now, his throat tensed up but none of it hurt or anything. His vision clouded over for a few seconds into a dazy fog until everything went black.<br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>... OPERATION DUSK RIDER ...<br><br>NUUK, GREENLAND<br><br>.... OCTOBER 19th 2010 .... 2340 HRS LOCAL TIME<br><br>STUDENT 2-1 Alpha; Eric Mason, Kristie Parker, Daniel Richards, Vanessa Taple</strong><br><br><br>Snow. Snow, ice, darkness and more snow. Ominous shadows poking through the trees and blizzard ripping winds tearing at exposed skin. Nobody could describe this country, for all its beauty and serenity at night with beautiful snowy mountains, or what you'd call mountains here... all of it was shed free when you tried to remain restless in cold weather your lucky if your heart doesn't end up freezing. At least thats what Kristie thought as she blew snow out of her mouth silently. The nearly invisible red numbers on her wrist watch told her she hadn't moved her legs for 6 hours, and she hadn't felt them for 2. Her lips were numb, as was most of her face except for her eyelids and nose, for some reason. Even the winter ghillie she had drapped over her head was beginning to freeze to her head, she could feel it icing. If this guy didn't show up soon, she'd rather just kick the living shit out his brother only a few meters away, and that just to warm up.<br><br>The small building wasn't much to look at. The first of a long line of small homes on the outskirts of Nuuk, the capital of Greenland. But what made this home special was its occupants and their cargo. Mercenaries, freelancing to hire for anyone who can pay. Morals be damned in favor of the almighty dollar, these guys had ambushed an Israeli motor convoy in Gaza a few days earlier and stolen Stinger anti-air missiles. Put those in the hands of the ex-Soviet nationalists and then in downtown DC or New York, and hello panic. Not on her watch, ever.<br><br>The 29 year old checked her watch again and squinted. Through the ACOG TWS-2000 Thermal Scope resting threateningly on top of her Remington ACR she could see through the mini-blizzard and the silhouettes of white and red men were shining like stars. She was tempted to engage, but she trusted Eric enough to hold her finger and temper in check. Kristie was a long way from the US Army 82nd Airborne trooper she'd previously been. After that she was a trial and error for the US Army Special Forces in regards to women, and she wasn't one of the errors. A short combat tour with the 5th Special Forces Group solidified her future, which shifted to the CIA's Special Activities Division and its SOG. Then on a cold Autumn night, unlike this one which was a freezing cold to the point Hell was handing out winter coats, an ominous three-star General shows up at Langley and the next thing Kristie knows she is with UTF-1. It was kind of funny at first, the third woman to be in the US Army Special Forces and, like, the 50th in UTF-1. It was a much more kinder world akin to skill above the 'can you have a baby grow inside you...if so, sorry, no girls aloud' tradition of the regular Army.<br><br>Kristie tensed her jaw as her ear vibrated but it took her ear drums a second to kick in. "<em>Student 2-1 Alpha this is Student 2 Actual. You are being re-tasked, how copy?</em>" Lieutenant Mitchell's voice came through with some static, had had one of those awesome radio voices like you hear in war movies, all super cool sounding but you can actually understand him.<br><br>Kristie would roll her eyes if she could but she was so cold that seemed impossible. "<strong>Solid copy Student 2, standing by to receive traffic, over.</strong>" Kristie replied in a surprisingly clear whisper, with a slight hint of croaking.<br><br>"<em>Student 2-1 Alpha we need you to expedite your assault on the house, callsign Cod Fish has just been assassinated by a nationalist kill squad and we have reason to believe his brother is next. Capture callsign Trout and destroy all seized munitions on location and then egress with all possible haste, how copy?</em>"<br><br>"<strong>Solid copy, Student 2-1 Alpha will expedite our assault within 2 mikes once we defreeze, 2-1 Alpha out.</strong>" Kristie switched her radio channel swiftly as she checked her scope again. She flipped on the heartbeat sensor on her ACR and squinted to make out the small white dots on the dim blue screen. She very gently reached out and grabbed a shoulder right next to herself, shaking Tapler gently before crawling backwards and moving up to her knees. Kristie collected her ghillie cover and wrapped it around her arm before waving Tapler to follow and making her way back to a tree line only a few feet away. The walking proved hard, Tapler and Kristie both tumbled into the snow from weak and numb legs several times, Kristie barely missing rolling down a hill with Tapler dragging along from grabbing Kristie's harness. <br><br>A quick jog followed their recovery and Kristie found the weathered tarp covering Eric and Daniel. She slipped inside next to Eric and let out a cold sigh. "<strong>Student Actual informs me that Cod Fish just bought the bullet from his own guys. He wants us to hit the building and grab his brother, and be Oscar Mike with the building in pieces before the shooters arrive here.</strong>" Kristie pinched herself in the cheeks. God damn winter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: United We Stand[World Operations]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zoe Twinscythe</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 01:08:27</strong>
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				Stake out missiones, Eric Mason hated stakeout missions. This was not due to lack of skill or an itchy trigger finger, he was both patient and adept enough to handle them. The thing that bothered the man about stakeouts was the time, it gave you plenty of time, time that you had to be coiled up and alert for hours, sometimes days, waiting, watching, listening, thinking. <br><br>Operation Dusk Rider had been on for awhile by the time Kristie returned from her post, plenty of time to think. Plenty of time to wait.&nbsp; <br><br>Time really seemed to stop when you were out in below freezing weather, a special kind of purgatory that was uncomfortable and numbing as it was long, after so many hours staking the place out, watching and waiting for a chance to move, (Literally and metaphorically) Eric was actually pleased to hear there would be a chance for a bit of action tonight.<br><br>"Backstabbed huh?" was his short reply, little surprise in his voice, which was slightly drowned by the winds tearing through the area, "Alright, if it's a capture and fireworks they want, then we'll give them just that." he paused, taking a look at the other people in his unit, "Take a few minutes to defreeze and we'll go in. We should have the advantage of surprise, so hopefully we can pull it off without any wounds. Get in, catch our little fish, put on our little fire works show, and get out before they know what hit them."<br><br>The man considered his options for a few minutes and then nodded to himself, "Richards, Taple, think you can handle making the fireworks while we go fishing?"&nbsp; the leader asked, Taple nodded, Richards gave a thumbs up, "You bet boss."<br><br>"Alright then, Kristie, you're with me, We'll pick up some trout and then get the hell out while Richards and Taple take out the munitions. Any suggestions as to how you'd like to go in?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: United We Stand[World Operations]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 21:31:13</strong>
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				Kristie hesitated as she began to lick her lips. As sore and cracked as they were now, wettening them more so they could freeze again would do more harm than good enough if the short term soothing was a godsend. It bothered her, but spending 11 months in the desert shithole of Afghanistan with the 82nd was possibly more Hell and home to her than her hometown of Seattle. It finally sunk in that she could feel her legs again, but her toes remained MIA and worst case were KIA. She would never voice such concerns, as General Shepard always called her a 'good little soldier'. Never say no, never questions orders and never complains. If Kristie didn't have a childhood, the drunken rumors spreading around 'the compound' regarding her assembly at Area 51 would likely have legit credit. <br><br>"<strong>Well ...</strong>" Kristie finally croaked, surpressing a wet cough as she just knew the flu had caught on to her. "<strong>I spotted a small basement access hatch on the East side of the house on my perimeter sweep an hour ago. I doubt it has moved since then, and it wasn't guarded but I couldn't see a lock on the thermals. Could be a possibly entry. Beyond that, the roof on the North side has a lot of drift snow piling up and if we're careful and light, we could make roof entry and blow our way in from the skylight.</strong>" Kristie coughed again, as she poked Eric's PDA with the thermal scan map from an orbiting satellite. "<strong>I think our best bet is that basement acesss, the front door is too exposed and we'll have to take out those perimeter patrols, I counted 3 overall, before we go in. Its definitely gonna get loud.</strong>" Kristie couldn't remember on hand where the patrols were, but she knew they were counter-clockwise around the house and crossed in front of her a Taple at their OP(Observation post) every 15 minutes, which meant they were moving slow. Their circle pattern wasn't far from the house, and Kristie was confident they might have gone inside.<br><br>"<strong>Audio suggests they are Middle Eastern, their access suggest Pakistani but thats not 100%. I wouldn't doubt they are feeling the chill more so than us, their gear isn't top notch...no winter lining. I'm surprised they haven't gotten frost bite yet. I only saw 2 patrols in rotation, that means our grand total is 6 outside and 9 inside. Easy as pie boss.</strong>" Kristie was cocky, maybe too cocky, but it served her well from the position of ASL. "<strong>But we are running out of time, if those shooters who took out Cod Fish are in a hurry they might be here within 15 mike, I doubt we wanna be here when they show up, expecting Trout unaware and find out his ass is grass along with his buddies.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: United We Stand[World Operations]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zoe Twinscythe</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 09:09:10</strong>
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				Eric tried to ignore the cold and the wind as he listened to Kristie, taking in the information with the occasional nod and eventually coming to a decision, "Alright, let's get it over with, we go on in by way of the hatch, once we're inside we'll split off, take Trout, while Richards and Taple light the night up." His voice came out a little more hallow than usual, he wanted to get the mission over, badly. By his nature Mason hated cold with a vigor that few could match. He kept his mouth shut though, no one liked a complainer, least of all a Leader than complains.<br><br>After a few minutes had passed they had packed up their toys and started in on the building, headed towards the hatch. They'd been lucky in their approach, no guards out on patrol had spotted them. The one's Eric had seen seemed to be pissed to be outside, they were cold, angry, and careless. Needless to say, it was practically easier than slipping by amateur bank robbers.<br><br>Eric stopped by the hatch, looking around, no cameras, no guards, so far so good, Taple and Richards nodded at him softly, indicating they were ready, He looked to Kristie to make sure she was prepared for what a mentor of his from long ago had always called, "The fun part. The thought caused him to think of the old coot for a moment, he didn't feel like he had time to think on it too much, time was valuable, and all things considered, he was pretty sure this was not the time to be thinking of his own past.
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				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 01:04:55</strong>
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				The cold wasn't even the worst part, Kristie knew that much was true, it was the numbness. Many-a-time had her legs, and even her entire body, been screaming at her to stop. Slow down, rest, stop hurting us... but sheer determination and furious willpower demanded her to continue on. That was one such situation. Her body was cold, her muscles were sore from the hours of no movement to all this sudden action. Her body was still kicking into gear, she was both thankful to be moving and cursing it at the same time. Such is the life.<br><br>The move from the OP to the house was uneventful. The heartbeat monitor sitting on the left side of her ACR was pinging with white dots every few seconds. But there was only three, and the two she didn't know were hers were at least 30 meters away. In broad daylight with clear visibility that might be a problem, but a pitch black night and a blizzard rolling in were like putting a solid brick and stone wall between them. They were invisible. At first she worried about cameras and maybe even motion sensors; these guys were definitely high tech though it showed they cut corners with personal protection. <br><br>The forest was eerie. Not creepy, but the gentle snow fall and wind masked everything in this tiny veil of white. It was like looking through a soft, thin white bedsheet. Everything had this ghostly, sereine look to it, but all of it added this feeling of comfort, a feeling of peacefulness. Strange, given what they were here to do. This place had never seen violence, today was going to change that. They were going to change that. The tops of the trees, and even the long, slender solid wood towers rising above were all coated in that veil, even Eric; straight ahead of Kristie, was similar. A perfect night for them, worst night... and last night, for these guards.<br><br>Before to long, Eric had led them to the house and Tapler and Richards would be waiting outside. They exchanged glances and nods, Kristie set to work on the hatch. She took a final scan with her heartbeat sensor and was content they weren't going to be discovered. She could hear music inside, possibly a party of some kind. Laughing, some talking in Russian and the odd cough that was close. There were two guards just outside the front door, Kristie ignored them and inspected the lock. To her dismay, it had no lock. Instead, the bolt was apparently frozen shut. She pushed her ACR on its sling around her body until it sat on her back and set to work on getting the hatch open. It was set up to have a simple combination lock slide through a loop to keep the hatch secure. But since it had frozen, the effect was the same. Except no lock picking. It took a few minutes, but with her knife Kristie was able to dig enough ice out to wiggle the hatch up and it snapped off with a dull cling.<br><br>She froze.<br><br>The two guards on the other side of the house began talking loudly, Kristie instinctively reached for her USP .45 with a sound suppressor. Hec ACR was useless here, they were to close. They spoke arabic, it sounded closer to Farsi which she spoke only a little of. Her heart raced and her blood heated, her body became alive as adrenaline began pumping through her veins. Her ears seemed to magnify each word the man said, almost like slow motion. She had her USP in her right hand and her stainless steel combat knife in her left, using her left to support her right arm. She was a right handed shooter, after all, though she prefered to use her right with the knife more so, this was worked best if she needed to use the USP. A few seconds elapsed that felt like minutes, before the men seemed to relax and began talking about ...oh dear. "<strong>Shit....</strong>" Kristie whispered, leaning back towards Eric just beside her. "<strong>They have prostitues in the house...</strong>" she was now fully annoyed.<br><br>Adding civilians to the mix became a severe problem. Intelligence had assumed, given the fact that callsign TROUT was a married man, he wouldn't dip into the local ...flavor. But it seemed any man could give in, but it was more so a problem that it meant they had to be extra careful. Civilians would tend to run around when bullets flew, it also meant they'd have loose ends to deal with. Kristie hated harming civilians,and avoided it if possible, but adding them into this mix was likely to end in disaster.<br><br>It was Eric's choice now, Kristie didn't have time to think about it. She pulled the hatch open and flipped on her NVG's. It was like a tip-toe dance, Kristie had perfected it in her years but never mastered it. Down the stairs, shifting her weight and praying to God or whoever the hell had kept that bullet with her name far away that the stairs wouldn't creek.<br><br>Of course they did.<br><br>She heard a quiet creeking further into the room and the sounds of footsteps. The game was on. She moved forward quickly, going from her heel to her toes in every step, being as silent as possible. She knew Eric was close by, and by the sudden cease in wind and cold air from the door, it was apparent that either Taple or Richards had closed the hatch. But the damage was done. Kristie could feel her heart jump as an arm, with an AK-74, slowly rounded the corner ahead of her. She broke into a quick sprint as the man's head finally appeared around the corner, and he immediately frowned as the AK-74 began to rise. She lashed out with her USP, viciously jabbing at the mans throat with the silencer, she couldn't fire however. The man recoiled as she closed the final distance, using her momentum to push him back into a stone column. She was pressed against him now, he was trying to push away and at the same time bring his weapon up. Kristie pulled him with all her might, some trickly footwork put her on his left side as she slammed his head into the brick wall and knee'd him just below the rib cage. Her hands were on his right side, she brought them across; her knife in front and her USP behind. She pulled the knife across his throat blade first, he furiously began trying to pull away now as she moved around behind him and pressed her right hand and USP into his face, bringing her knife up and yanking his head back and up, jabbing her knife into the base of his neck just below the skull.<br><br>The sentry twitched a few times, spasming was more like it, until his body weight was to much for her handle and he slumped to the ground. She yanked her knife from the back of his head and wiped it clean on his jacket. "<strong>Clear</strong>" She whispered to Eric as she stepped away from the body and checked her USP. Fuck the cold. The action had frozen, thats why it wouldn't fire. She sighed, knowing she'd cleaned it but the heat from the plane ride over must have gotten moisture inside her weapon. She holstered the USP near a scabbard for a breaching shotgun on her back near the waist. "<strong>Well, that makes the day more interesting...</strong>" She commented absentmindedly to Eric, pulling off her winter camo and stuffing it in her ruck. Now she was wearing her black Nomex jumpsuit and the utility vest and pouch belt that complimented it all. It was a tad form figured, but the added gear masked her gender as best as possible. Despite being at least a head shorter than Eric. <br><br>She slid a black balaclava over her face and adjusted her night vision appropriately. She dawned a black wool winter cap, making sure to cover her ears and hair as she also put on a light combat helmet. It had its own clip for night vision optics, more resembling a helmet a BMX rider or skateboarder might wear but it did the job. She clipped on her NVG's and gave Eric the thumbs up as she produced an MP5-Navy with a sound suppressor, the stock retracted and a holographic reflex sight completing the lethal package.<br><br>From what she could see, they were in the cellar. There were stairs, which had faint trails of light coming from the top. From the mapping of the house they had, it was likely they would come out near the front door, the main living area to the left with the bedrooms and bathrooms to the right. "<strong>Ready boss.</strong>"
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