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DO NOT OPEN, PROPERTY OF BRITISH GOVERNMENT, ONLY FOR THE EYES OF CLASS R15 CLEARANCE OR HIGHER
DOCUMENT OPENING. . .
-NOVEMBER 15th, 1988
-THE [REDACTED] PORT IN [REDACTED], CHINA
-S.A.S SQUADRON ULYSSES-6 "PANTHER" CONTINUES THEIR WAY THROUGH THE CHINESE PORT OF [REDACTED], COMPLETING ASSIGNED TASKS DURING THEIR TIME FRAME ALLOTTED BY BOGIE CAPTAIN.
-CPL. DAVID LOWE, SGT. JULIEN SMALL, CPL. JOEL KELLY, AND LT. STERLING HOLLOWAY CONTINUE DESIGNATED OBJECTIVES. BEGINNING OF OPERATION RING LEADER GOES AS PLANNED.
-"BOGIE" COVERT SUBMARINE IS STANDING BY FOR EXTRACTION ONCE OPERATION IS COMPLETE
David slipped the body down off of himself, before looking down at the combat knife he had used during the kill. It was covered in a red liquid, certainly the blood of the poor man, a necessary sacrifice for the good of the mission. He had never really been much of a humanitarian, but the S.A.S corporal still had a decent amount of sympathy - something that he had learned to set aside for the good of his missions; sympathy wasn't exactly a good primary trait to possess when your job is literally to end the lives of others, he decided. David's small covert operations radio dimly crackled to life.
"Okay, good kill, hand the body off to Kelly. Lowe, you're with me to the naval manager's HQ here - Joel, keep a lookout, and Julien goes to plant the charges on the destroyer and frigate. Do you all understand?" Sterling Holloway asked, looking down at his Browning pistol and pulling back the hammer. It was a last resort weapon, silenced, though a combat knife was somewhat more preferable - 'less easy to track' high command had said. Less easy to track my ass. Holloway thought, a bullet was always more of an incentive for people to do something than a fancy blade. Plus, you didn't have to be breathing on the bloke just for it to work.
The entire squad nodded at the question of Holloway, it was just reflex at this point to obey whatever order a Lieutenant threw at you. After this, David turned back to the lifeless Chinese body that laid lifelessly in front of him. The man had his mouth still wide open from shock, must needed a change of underwear after seeing a black figure emerge from the shadows with a combat knife. His eyes were wide open, and dawned a Soviet issue helmet, with a standard plains camouflage uniform, and a vest. The vest contained all sorts of things - a cigarette box, what looked like a deck of cards, extra magazines, etc. An automatic rifle laid next to him, the AK - 74 that the man had been carrying around earlier.
David slung the body over his shoulder, also picking up the sling of the rifle with his free hand. He slid both down onto the small strand of beach that was about four feet under the dock, which were quickly snatched up by Joel and placed down in a hopefully secure position in the sand. Lowe heaved a sigh of relief from the successful kill, as a steady surge of adrenaline continued to flow through his veins.
"Fuck! David, another sentry is coming up on your right!" Joel hissed frantically into his radio.
- - -
Jiang Hong coughed lightly, setting his cigar down into the ash tray that was positioned on the top of his desk in the Port Jengi Naval Manager's HQ. The officer looked around the rectangular room, it's sleek modern design always had estranged him some, as he had always preferred more traditional style of decoration. He in no way rejected change, no, just the architectural style had always appeared more. . . favorable. The port commander looked at the time on a digital clock standing next to his desk, on which was a computer, ash tray, files holders and a clipboard on which he was to write records and notes in correspondence with those added digitally via the other machine.
1:00 AM - the clock read.
Time for another hourly sit - rep. Jiang thought, reaching for the command radio that sat next to his computer. There were two other observation points on the base, both also equipped with radios, and officers with lower clearance then he did. These communication devices were also issued for several of the guard towers in which armed men stood in, dutifully looking over the strip of small harbor that sat there. The extra security was necessary, or at least high command had said so, due to the new military integration order. It certainly wasn't unjustified - hell, they even had a destroyer anchored there. A damn military grade destroyer. Jiang had significant experience in the navy, as well as significant experience he had in managing restricted areas. And so, when a port was opened in his local area with government support, the man was eager to join for some kind of pay raise, at the very least.
Well, he hadn't really known what warranted the intense support, though now it was pretty obvious. Plenty of civilian harbors had been integrated with military purposes, to help expand the now burgeoning Chinese military - how were they supposed to combat NATO forces on the sea if they didn't even have anywhere to store their boats? Yes, it was certainly a reasonable decision on the Governmental side of things. Foreign press hadn't been too kind with the 'forceful military aggression onto civilian establishments'. But that was just propaganda, wasn't it? Nothing too surprising - both sides of any war really did require it, hard enough fighting a war on multiple fronts, and even harder when your own people are trying to overthrow the government from their current seat of power; whatever that may be.
Okay. Enough thinking, time for the sit - rep check. It's not like anything really happened, but it was mandatory procedure anyways, and so Jiang considered it his duty, no matter how trivial it appeared. The Chinese officer turned his head to the radio, and then moved his tanned fingers towards the switch to contact patrol command post U - 7, the establishment responsible with keeping up to date with the current patrol teams.
"Alright, Naval Post Denton to patrol command post U - 7, give me a sit rep, over?"
Static from the other end followed, along with a few dull clicks that were certainly a result of tinkering with surveillance and communication equipments. There were some non - discernible murmurs coming from the other end due to the static, likely a conversation with some of the team leaders. A voice finally entered firmly onto the line.
"Naval Post Denton, we may have a problem. We've lost contact with a member of patrol team A - Teng Zexi, we're having the observation towers look into it. Do you think that we should activate further measures?" The deep voiced, yet accented man asked.
Jiang considered this for several moments. That was worrying, though it was more often than not just a technical failure - which seemed neglectful, though the newly issued communication equipment was still somewhat experimental, so hiccups were to be expected. The officer turned back on his end of the radio conversation, and answered: "No. I wouldn't divert power this early, have the men up in observation look into it, as you said. It's likely just a hiccup, you know how busted this new equipment can be sometimes. Certainly effective, but. . . . " His voice trailed off, Jiang knew he didn't have to elaborate - everybody at the station had complained about it once or twice.
"Okay, sir, I'll contact them now."
"Good. Denton out."
The line went dead.
- - -
David pivoted to his right, as instructed by Joel. Sure enough, another sentry was quickly pacing towards the area - bastard had probably seen some out of place shadow, some kind of movement. No matter what he had seen or heard, he was approaching fast, and the British special forces member had to think of something real quick - or would probably be surrounded by the barrels of several Soviet assault rifles.
Soon enough, David felt himself moving. An impulse to do something other than just get captured had rapidly been incited in him for some unknown, likely instinctive reason, and soon found himself raising the Browning Hi - Power pistol he had been assigned. It was done in a single fluid, nearly seamless motion, and soon a trigger was pulled; and a round flying towards the head of the other sentry that was so quickly approaching the S.A.S man. He was about ten feet away, and it was a risky shot, all that David could hope for was it to blessedly impact the skull, silencing the man and sending his unlucky soul up to whatever afterlife laid ahead of him.
Curiosity killed the cat.
The Chinese soldier likely didn't even hear the round - and if he did, it was decidedly already much too late for any significant action to be taken other than a sigh of realization or slight terrified flinch of a limb. A .40 suppressed round entered his cranium, and certainly tore through his brain, blood and likely some brain matter or loose gore flying behind him and splattering against the wooden deck. His form quickly crumpled to the ground, killed virtually instantly by the force of the impact. He certainly wouldn't be coming back from that one, David thought gravely.
"Shit, he's down. I'm sorry - didn't have any other option, he was coming on real quick. I can try to hide the -" This sentence from David was interjected as Holloway cut into the line. "Okay, we get it, just start heading towards the HQ building! Bob and weave, people!" The lieutenant whispered authoritatively into the radio channel, before quickly turning and crouch running towards Naval Post Denton, attentively dodging the now for some reason active spot lights and other sentries. Probably just some kind of mandatory procedure, David though as he followed his commanding officer through the darkness, his pistol raised and ready just in case another unfavorable situation would arise.
DO NOT OPEN, PROPERTY OF BRITISH GOVERNMENT, ONLY FOR THE EYES OF CLASS R15 CLEARANCE OR HIGHER
DOCUMENT OPENING. . .
-NOVEMBER 15th, 1988
-THE [REDACTED] PORT IN [REDACTED], CHINA
-S.A.S SQUADRON ULYSSES-6 "PANTHER" CONTINUES THEIR WAY THROUGH THE CHINESE PORT OF [REDACTED], COMPLETING ASSIGNED TASKS DURING THEIR TIME FRAME ALLOTTED BY BOGIE CAPTAIN.
-CPL. DAVID LOWE, SGT. JULIEN SMALL, CPL. JOEL KELLY, AND LT. STERLING HOLLOWAY CONTINUE DESIGNATED OBJECTIVES. BEGINNING OF OPERATION RING LEADER GOES AS PLANNED.
-"BOGIE" COVERT SUBMARINE IS STANDING BY FOR EXTRACTION ONCE OPERATION IS COMPLETE
David slipped the body down off of himself, before looking down at the combat knife he had used during the kill. It was covered in a red liquid, certainly the blood of the poor man, a necessary sacrifice for the good of the mission. He had never really been much of a humanitarian, but the S.A.S corporal still had a decent amount of sympathy - something that he had learned to set aside for the good of his missions; sympathy wasn't exactly a good primary trait to possess when your job is literally to end the lives of others, he decided. David's small covert operations radio dimly crackled to life.
"Okay, good kill, hand the body off to Kelly. Lowe, you're with me to the naval manager's HQ here - Joel, keep a lookout, and Julien goes to plant the charges on the destroyer and frigate. Do you all understand?" Sterling Holloway asked, looking down at his Browning pistol and pulling back the hammer. It was a last resort weapon, silenced, though a combat knife was somewhat more preferable - 'less easy to track' high command had said. Less easy to track my ass. Holloway thought, a bullet was always more of an incentive for people to do something than a fancy blade. Plus, you didn't have to be breathing on the bloke just for it to work.
The entire squad nodded at the question of Holloway, it was just reflex at this point to obey whatever order a Lieutenant threw at you. After this, David turned back to the lifeless Chinese body that laid lifelessly in front of him. The man had his mouth still wide open from shock, must needed a change of underwear after seeing a black figure emerge from the shadows with a combat knife. His eyes were wide open, and dawned a Soviet issue helmet, with a standard plains camouflage uniform, and a vest. The vest contained all sorts of things - a cigarette box, what looked like a deck of cards, extra magazines, etc. An automatic rifle laid next to him, the AK - 74 that the man had been carrying around earlier.
David slung the body over his shoulder, also picking up the sling of the rifle with his free hand. He slid both down onto the small strand of beach that was about four feet under the dock, which were quickly snatched up by Joel and placed down in a hopefully secure position in the sand. Lowe heaved a sigh of relief from the successful kill, as a steady surge of adrenaline continued to flow through his veins.
"Fuck! David, another sentry is coming up on your right!" Joel hissed frantically into his radio.
- - -
Jiang Hong coughed lightly, setting his cigar down into the ash tray that was positioned on the top of his desk in the Port Jengi Naval Manager's HQ. The officer looked around the rectangular room, it's sleek modern design always had estranged him some, as he had always preferred more traditional style of decoration. He in no way rejected change, no, just the architectural style had always appeared more. . . favorable. The port commander looked at the time on a digital clock standing next to his desk, on which was a computer, ash tray, files holders and a clipboard on which he was to write records and notes in correspondence with those added digitally via the other machine.
1:00 AM - the clock read.
Time for another hourly sit - rep. Jiang thought, reaching for the command radio that sat next to his computer. There were two other observation points on the base, both also equipped with radios, and officers with lower clearance then he did. These communication devices were also issued for several of the guard towers in which armed men stood in, dutifully looking over the strip of small harbor that sat there. The extra security was necessary, or at least high command had said so, due to the new military integration order. It certainly wasn't unjustified - hell, they even had a destroyer anchored there. A damn military grade destroyer. Jiang had significant experience in the navy, as well as significant experience he had in managing restricted areas. And so, when a port was opened in his local area with government support, the man was eager to join for some kind of pay raise, at the very least.
Well, he hadn't really known what warranted the intense support, though now it was pretty obvious. Plenty of civilian harbors had been integrated with military purposes, to help expand the now burgeoning Chinese military - how were they supposed to combat NATO forces on the sea if they didn't even have anywhere to store their boats? Yes, it was certainly a reasonable decision on the Governmental side of things. Foreign press hadn't been too kind with the 'forceful military aggression onto civilian establishments'. But that was just propaganda, wasn't it? Nothing too surprising - both sides of any war really did require it, hard enough fighting a war on multiple fronts, and even harder when your own people are trying to overthrow the government from their current seat of power; whatever that may be.
Okay. Enough thinking, time for the sit - rep check. It's not like anything really happened, but it was mandatory procedure anyways, and so Jiang considered it his duty, no matter how trivial it appeared. The Chinese officer turned his head to the radio, and then moved his tanned fingers towards the switch to contact patrol command post U - 7, the establishment responsible with keeping up to date with the current patrol teams.
"Alright, Naval Post Denton to patrol command post U - 7, give me a sit rep, over?"
Static from the other end followed, along with a few dull clicks that were certainly a result of tinkering with surveillance and communication equipments. There were some non - discernible murmurs coming from the other end due to the static, likely a conversation with some of the team leaders. A voice finally entered firmly onto the line.
"Naval Post Denton, we may have a problem. We've lost contact with a member of patrol team A - Teng Zexi, we're having the observation towers look into it. Do you think that we should activate further measures?" The deep voiced, yet accented man asked.
Jiang considered this for several moments. That was worrying, though it was more often than not just a technical failure - which seemed neglectful, though the newly issued communication equipment was still somewhat experimental, so hiccups were to be expected. The officer turned back on his end of the radio conversation, and answered: "No. I wouldn't divert power this early, have the men up in observation look into it, as you said. It's likely just a hiccup, you know how busted this new equipment can be sometimes. Certainly effective, but. . . . " His voice trailed off, Jiang knew he didn't have to elaborate - everybody at the station had complained about it once or twice.
"Okay, sir, I'll contact them now."
"Good. Denton out."
The line went dead.
- - -
David pivoted to his right, as instructed by Joel. Sure enough, another sentry was quickly pacing towards the area - bastard had probably seen some out of place shadow, some kind of movement. No matter what he had seen or heard, he was approaching fast, and the British special forces member had to think of something real quick - or would probably be surrounded by the barrels of several Soviet assault rifles.
Soon enough, David felt himself moving. An impulse to do something other than just get captured had rapidly been incited in him for some unknown, likely instinctive reason, and soon found himself raising the Browning Hi - Power pistol he had been assigned. It was done in a single fluid, nearly seamless motion, and soon a trigger was pulled; and a round flying towards the head of the other sentry that was so quickly approaching the S.A.S man. He was about ten feet away, and it was a risky shot, all that David could hope for was it to blessedly impact the skull, silencing the man and sending his unlucky soul up to whatever afterlife laid ahead of him.
Curiosity killed the cat.
The Chinese soldier likely didn't even hear the round - and if he did, it was decidedly already much too late for any significant action to be taken other than a sigh of realization or slight terrified flinch of a limb. A .40 suppressed round entered his cranium, and certainly tore through his brain, blood and likely some brain matter or loose gore flying behind him and splattering against the wooden deck. His form quickly crumpled to the ground, killed virtually instantly by the force of the impact. He certainly wouldn't be coming back from that one, David thought gravely.
"Shit, he's down. I'm sorry - didn't have any other option, he was coming on real quick. I can try to hide the -" This sentence from David was interjected as Holloway cut into the line. "Okay, we get it, just start heading towards the HQ building! Bob and weave, people!" The lieutenant whispered authoritatively into the radio channel, before quickly turning and crouch running towards Naval Post Denton, attentively dodging the now for some reason active spot lights and other sentries. Probably just some kind of mandatory procedure, David though as he followed his commanding officer through the darkness, his pistol raised and ready just in case another unfavorable situation would arise.