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capeandcowllogs2012-08-01 09:30 pm
out_of_time) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-08-01 09:30 pm
Here We Stand or Here we Fall, History Won't Care at All
WHO: The Dependables
WHERE: Iron Crown, North Pacific.
WHEN: Midnight August 1st [Dolvanian time].
WARNINGS: Absolute mayhem. Also violence.
SUMMARY: The raid on the terrorist gulag.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever works in the threads. Threads are posted for each objective, but the structure within them is completely open.
This year was the tenth anniversary of the terrible plague that had created Zero' Children in their hatred and anger. Within the Iron Crown fortress, it was another grim night. The prisoners moaned and wept within the dark, cold dungeon deep beneath the Earth. Above them, the day shift of their captors slept much more soundly. Outside, the soldiers currently on duty patrolled the ramparts with grim faces behind balaclavas. Searchlights swept the ground around the walls. To the north, below the castle, freezing men did the same on the decks of the big cargo ships that kept this place running.
The attack helicopter's rotors spun on its pad, warming up for night patrol. The armoured personnel carrier lurked in the vehicle depot like a guard dog waiting in a kennel. In the command centre at the top of the gulag's keep, the hardened older men who ran this base shuffled reports back and forth as they coordinated the group's global evildoing, counting narcotics trafficked, dissidents silenced, enemies crushed.
Whether hostage or terrorist, no one in the fortress suspected that they were in the crosshairs of the Dependables.
"We go loud when Seras drops the searchlights," Jack growled. He lowered his binoculars and stood up, machine gun slung across his shoulders. With his helmet, goggles, and black tactical gear, he looked downright sinister. "She'll engage the shooters on the wall while we get inside the base. Get past the wall any way you can, then split up and head for your objectives." It was a long, exposed run from the jumble of icy rocks that were the nearest concealment to the fortress. If they made it without getting shot, they would have to breach the gulag's outer defenses in their own ways: climbing over the wall, blasting a hole, or just old-fashioned trickery. After that, it would be into the maelstrom of the courtyard, the inevitable mayhem of crossfire and explosions.
Jack's own plan involved plastic explosives and the front gate. Once the alarms started to sound, the time for subtlety would be over. He could picture it now- all hell breaking loose with running guards, chattering machine guns, that helicopter lifting into the sky to rain death from above. No matter how much they could accomplish through stealth, he knew the team wouldn’t be getting through this without one hell of a fight.
"Hit your objectives, then push through the base to the far side. We rendezvous at the docks, then get us and the hostages out of there on a ship. Remember the lives of the people depending on you. Move fast, hit hard, stay focused, work together."
There was the click of his safety flipping off, and then there was nothing left to say. “Let’s do this.”
WHERE: Iron Crown, North Pacific.
WHEN: Midnight August 1st [Dolvanian time].
WARNINGS: Absolute mayhem. Also violence.
SUMMARY: The raid on the terrorist gulag.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever works in the threads. Threads are posted for each objective, but the structure within them is completely open.
This year was the tenth anniversary of the terrible plague that had created Zero' Children in their hatred and anger. Within the Iron Crown fortress, it was another grim night. The prisoners moaned and wept within the dark, cold dungeon deep beneath the Earth. Above them, the day shift of their captors slept much more soundly. Outside, the soldiers currently on duty patrolled the ramparts with grim faces behind balaclavas. Searchlights swept the ground around the walls. To the north, below the castle, freezing men did the same on the decks of the big cargo ships that kept this place running.
The attack helicopter's rotors spun on its pad, warming up for night patrol. The armoured personnel carrier lurked in the vehicle depot like a guard dog waiting in a kennel. In the command centre at the top of the gulag's keep, the hardened older men who ran this base shuffled reports back and forth as they coordinated the group's global evildoing, counting narcotics trafficked, dissidents silenced, enemies crushed.
Whether hostage or terrorist, no one in the fortress suspected that they were in the crosshairs of the Dependables.
"We go loud when Seras drops the searchlights," Jack growled. He lowered his binoculars and stood up, machine gun slung across his shoulders. With his helmet, goggles, and black tactical gear, he looked downright sinister. "She'll engage the shooters on the wall while we get inside the base. Get past the wall any way you can, then split up and head for your objectives." It was a long, exposed run from the jumble of icy rocks that were the nearest concealment to the fortress. If they made it without getting shot, they would have to breach the gulag's outer defenses in their own ways: climbing over the wall, blasting a hole, or just old-fashioned trickery. After that, it would be into the maelstrom of the courtyard, the inevitable mayhem of crossfire and explosions.
Jack's own plan involved plastic explosives and the front gate. Once the alarms started to sound, the time for subtlety would be over. He could picture it now- all hell breaking loose with running guards, chattering machine guns, that helicopter lifting into the sky to rain death from above. No matter how much they could accomplish through stealth, he knew the team wouldn’t be getting through this without one hell of a fight.
"Hit your objectives, then push through the base to the far side. We rendezvous at the docks, then get us and the hostages out of there on a ship. Remember the lives of the people depending on you. Move fast, hit hard, stay focused, work together."
There was the click of his safety flipping off, and then there was nothing left to say. “Let’s do this.”
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Hey. [He spoke softly from behind her to let her know he was there.] You got a plan for getting in there?
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Normally I'd go for a frontal assault, but that will raise all sorts of flags that you probably want to keep lowered. Of course if you've brought a little explosive power over with you I won't say no to the distraction that can cause.
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A distraction sounds good. Sit tight two minutes and wait for my signal.
[Even in the middle of a firefight, Jack is very punctual. Exactly one hundred and twenty seconds later, a grenade explodes to the rear of the power building, quickly followed by another. A searchlight explodes into sparks, and a loudspeaker tower warbles into silence before toppling over. The guards swiftly maneuver toward the rear and open fire on Jack, crouched behind a corner of the main keep. Jack shoots back, keeping them occupied while the front approach to the power station is open.]
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[She was really starting to appreciate Jack.
Moving fast Jane took one of the guards who still remained. Another guard took aim, but Jane was already too close for a good shot. Her right leg swung out catching the guard on his knee and bringing him down with a curse. There was still fight in his as he used the butt of his rifle to hit Jane in the face. Without pausing she aimed her stolen glock and shot point-blank. The guard was still falling when Jane let out her own curse]
Don't suppose one of you boys has a keycard.
[Rifling through bodies was never fun]
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If they don't have keys, I've got thermite. It should melt right through the lock.
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[She steps back and keeps watch. That doesn't mean she can't flash him a grin]
Look at you. Must have been a Boy Scout.
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Not quite. Shield your eyes.
[Thermite burns bright and it burns hot. Sparks of molten iron flow from the lock to hiss and sputter in the snow, and the light makes it like that searchlight was never taken out. It blazes away for about a minute, and by the time it's done the main obstacle to opening that door is just how warm it is, because the lock itself is history.]
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Please, I bet you looked adorable in your shorts and little scarf.
[Once the light disappears, so do the sunglasses. Raising a foot she kicked at the now missing lock.]
Ladies first?