Sam and I had been assigned to thwart a smuggling operation on the Pakistani border. The word was that someone was moving a nuke.
Orders were to gain Intel and progress when/if required, with obvious due caution.
Another stipulation, one that would prove difficult, was to avoid detection at all costs.
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After taking out the perimeter guards we could see the smugglers encampment at the foot of the cliffs we stood upon.
Sam and I wasted no time in our approach as we shimmied across the rock face from a stomach churning height. It was best not to think of it, really. Besides, there was only one way in, and this was it.
Since this was primarily a stealth operation we had packed light. However, I still couldn’t help bringing a few “small arms” in the form of my fully tricked out, un-silenced, assault rifle and brimming bandoleer of assorted grenades and accompanying gadgets.
As Sam began his descent I decided to continue on around the cliff face to quarter the area. There were guards below; lots of guards.
I saw Sam drop abruptly in my peripheral vision and knew that he had most likely landed on some poor sod who was taking a piss or some such activity.
I began my descent too, in case he needed backup.
I dropped behind a truck and saw Sam disappear into he shadows to my right. I’d go left, and together we could survey the area, providing we weren’t noticed.
Five minutes must have passed, slowly creeping forwards at the correct intervals. I’d gone round about 8 guards by now, all talking utter bollocks. If we could just get to the other end of the compound…
I’d nearly made it when I turned to see how Sam was progressing. He was in the centre of the area, hunkered down to avoid detection from a cluster of men. But as I waited I saw it…
About 40 feet away from where I crouched I noticed a small canister propped up against a vehicle. And I don’t know why I shot it, but I shot it.
The whole encampment erupted in flames and gunfire as the canister blew up with surprising aplomb.
I remained crouched with my jaw open as suddenly Sam was lit up like a Christmas tree and riddled with bullets. I honestly believe that had the canister not engulfed so many of the smugglers in flames Sam would have bought it.
Regaining myself I pulled out old painless and laid into the smugglers. They were unarmoured and the bullets went through them like curry through a week old baby.
I grabbed Sam and administered adrenaline. I think he was still choking someone out even as I did this…
As the smoke settled we realized the element of surprise was beyond us. Voron would be onto us now.
We sprinted for the compound and I was horrified at the shrieking noise the shutter made on the side of the building as we entered. I let Sam do the heavy lifting since he was weak and full of bullets.
Inside we took a moment. Sam looked at me with a severe expression.
“Did you shoot a canister?”
My lack of response was telling.
“Why?” he asked.
“I just wanted to see what it would do…” was all I could think of saying, since it was the truth.
He sighed, but the moment took a sinister turn.
Before us lay a nuke; we had to disable it.
A few rag-tag- dog-on-a-bone type guards barred our way, soon choked out by Sam, and before long the pass codes were ours and the nuke deactivated forthwith, that was, until Voron hoved into view.
“Voron!” cried Sam and we bolted, but we didn’t get far.
It had come to this, a firefight against elite operatives in a confined space occupied by an exposed nuclear warhead.
Naturally, I threw a few grenades.
The room filled with fire, shrapnel, smoke and body parts, then more fire and bullets.
Somewhere underneath it all I could hear Sam shouting down my earpiece through gritted teeth.
“DO. YOU. MIND. NOT. USING. INCENDIARY. GRENADES. AROUND. THE. NUCLEAR. DEVICE?”
He was very polite.
Voron, on the other hand, were dead.
~Lordt
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