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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 hit the drivers side and blew a small hole in the side. Blood splattered the inside of the windshield and the vehicle began to jerk and swerve. Asad's counterpart on the roof across the street fired as well fire blossomed across the side but this time the rocket didn't do to much damage. The rear Humvee's hood scraped against the wall of one of the buildings lining the small road, efectively blocking the convoy in. 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 crippling it. 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. He was a mercenary working for what could only be described as a bunch of college kids starting their on business. He had gotten the idea after he left the Marine Corps. The paperwork and clearance that the Military had to go through was staggering and many times it had cost them the mission as well as making everything harder. Jamie, a captain in the Marines at the end of his deployment, had gotten together with his best friend Matthew Kenderson and put together a plan. Matt, straight out of college, had gotten the technical equipment while Jamie took care of the legal work as well as getting the recruits up to physical requirements. Erick Begitske, a friend of Jamie's from ROTC at Auburn University, had taken care of recruiting. Between the three of them they had started a Merc company. It had 5 squads of five men each as well as a small civilian force. | ||
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| + | DeathOps, better known as the Death Angels had dealt with some drug lords in Columbia as well as a small terrorist group in Argentina. Now that the American Goverment had seen that the Angels knew what they were doing they had hired Jamies squad, Echo Team, to take care of some trouble in Africa. | ||
Revision as of 20:57, 18 July 2010
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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 hit the drivers side and blew a small hole in the side. Blood splattered the inside of the windshield and the vehicle began to jerk and swerve. Asad's counterpart on the roof across the street fired as well fire blossomed across the side but this time the rocket didn't do to much damage. The rear Humvee's hood scraped against the wall of one of the buildings lining the small road, efectively blocking the convoy in. 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 crippling it. 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. He was a mercenary working for what could only be described as a bunch of college kids starting their on business. He had gotten the idea after he left the Marine Corps. The paperwork and clearance that the Military had to go through was staggering and many times it had cost them the mission as well as making everything harder. Jamie, a captain in the Marines at the end of his deployment, had gotten together with his best friend Matthew Kenderson and put together a plan. Matt, straight out of college, had gotten the technical equipment while Jamie took care of the legal work as well as getting the recruits up to physical requirements. Erick Begitske, a friend of Jamie's from ROTC at Auburn University, had taken care of recruiting. Between the three of them they had started a Merc company. It had 5 squads of five men each as well as a small civilian force.
DeathOps, better known as the Death Angels had dealt with some drug lords in Columbia as well as a small terrorist group in Argentina. Now that the American Goverment had seen that the Angels knew what they were doing they had hired Jamies squad, Echo Team, to take care of some trouble in Africa.
