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Asad leaned against the door on the roof of his post. He looked down at his watch. Three minutes left. He flicked his ciggarette off the roof and stood up. He grabbed his RPG fresh from the Russians and waited. It didn't take long for his target to show up. An American convoy came at the same time every Monday and Thursday carrying supplies to their small base in the southwest of the town. Asad was part of a team of roughly two dozen men, all part of the Somalian Liberation Front, who had volunteered to take out this shipment. Asad waited as the rear Humvee passed under him. 5 more meters.......4 more.....3.....2....1 meter. The lead Humvee exploded as it hit their minefield. Asad's rocket wasn't far behind, hitting the rear Humvee in the drivers side door. It crumpled inwards, the top hinge snapping under the force of the explosion. Asad's counterpart on the roof across the street fired as well fire blossomed across the side but the rocket didn't do to much damage. The American soldiers protecting the convoy took up positions around the vehicles and began firing at anthing that popped up. Asad's comrades likewise popped up from surrounding rooftops, and out from behind makeshift bunkers, firing at the trapped convoy. The rear Humvee started backing up slowly. Asad fired again hitting it in the rear. The back panel crumpled a little but held up. His third shot finished it hitting in in the front right wheel blowing it off. He slid another rocket onto the launcher and found his second target, the rear supply turck. | Asad leaned against the door on the roof of his post. He looked down at his watch. Three minutes left. He flicked his ciggarette off the roof and stood up. He grabbed his RPG fresh from the Russians and waited. It didn't take long for his target to show up. An American convoy came at the same time every Monday and Thursday carrying supplies to their small base in the southwest of the town. Asad was part of a team of roughly two dozen men, all part of the Somalian Liberation Front, who had volunteered to take out this shipment. Asad waited as the rear Humvee passed under him. 5 more meters.......4 more.....3.....2....1 meter. The lead Humvee exploded as it hit their minefield. Asad's rocket wasn't far behind, hitting the rear Humvee in the drivers side door. It crumpled inwards, the top hinge snapping under the force of the explosion. Asad's counterpart on the roof across the street fired as well fire blossomed across the side but the rocket didn't do to much damage. The American soldiers protecting the convoy took up positions around the vehicles and began firing at anthing that popped up. Asad's comrades likewise popped up from surrounding rooftops, and out from behind makeshift bunkers, firing at the trapped convoy. The rear Humvee started backing up slowly. Asad fired again hitting it in the rear. The back panel crumpled a little but held up. His third shot finished it hitting in in the front right wheel blowing it off. He slid another rocket onto the launcher and found his second target, the rear supply turck. | ||
| − | Jamie "Wolf" Campbell was riding in th front of a supply truck on his way to Fort | + | Mercenary Jamie "Wolf" Campbell was riding in th front of a supply truck on his way to Fort Carter. His employer DeathOps had sent him there as to help take care of some missions that the United States Armed Forces needed taken care of in the area. His team, Echo Team, was one of the newest teams and straight out of Merc training they were catching up to teams 2 years their senior. Now they were done with their test period and were starting to get foreign missions. No more escorting |
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15:12 March 13 Bosoaso, Somalia
Asad leaned against the door on the roof of his post. He looked down at his watch. Three minutes left. He flicked his ciggarette off the roof and stood up. He grabbed his RPG fresh from the Russians and waited. It didn't take long for his target to show up. An American convoy came at the same time every Monday and Thursday carrying supplies to their small base in the southwest of the town. Asad was part of a team of roughly two dozen men, all part of the Somalian Liberation Front, who had volunteered to take out this shipment. Asad waited as the rear Humvee passed under him. 5 more meters.......4 more.....3.....2....1 meter. The lead Humvee exploded as it hit their minefield. Asad's rocket wasn't far behind, hitting the rear Humvee in the drivers side door. It crumpled inwards, the top hinge snapping under the force of the explosion. Asad's counterpart on the roof across the street fired as well fire blossomed across the side but the rocket didn't do to much damage. The American soldiers protecting the convoy took up positions around the vehicles and began firing at anthing that popped up. Asad's comrades likewise popped up from surrounding rooftops, and out from behind makeshift bunkers, firing at the trapped convoy. The rear Humvee started backing up slowly. Asad fired again hitting it in the rear. The back panel crumpled a little but held up. His third shot finished it hitting in in the front right wheel blowing it off. He slid another rocket onto the launcher and found his second target, the rear supply turck.
Mercenary Jamie "Wolf" Campbell was riding in th front of a supply truck on his way to Fort Carter. His employer DeathOps had sent him there as to help take care of some missions that the United States Armed Forces needed taken care of in the area. His team, Echo Team, was one of the newest teams and straight out of Merc training they were catching up to teams 2 years their senior. Now they were done with their test period and were starting to get foreign missions. No more escorting
