Broken Streetlights (RP Room)

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Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 13, 2011 at 5:46pm

James zoned back to reality as Dom was holding his hand out to Barnett. Barnett stared at it, and James saw fear on his face. James didnt know what Dom had offered him, but he had never seen the LtCol so speechless. Reluctantly, Barnett shook Dom's hand and then sat back in his seat. They both studied the maps and files on the desk. Barnett was moving his hand around the map, talking to Dom.

"Right, currently my men are all circulated in this area," Barnett said, pointing his finger at the map and drawing a circle. "If we move some of my men North, along with a little armour, we can suppress an attack, and have enough time to call reinforcements. First, I'd like us to clear an area for a fire base, where our artillery can deploy and rain hell. We would be unable to provide security though, so that would be an issue. Word from Command says that the Canadians have allowed us to land troops there and attack from the North. We are currently negotiating with the Mexicans, but they seem to be with the Russians. I'm sure you and the U.S army can persuade them otherwise. Reinforcements are being shipped over as we speak, and the 6th has already landed and are headed here now," Barnett drew an arrow showing the route the 6th would be taking. "You will be pleased to know we also have air support on 24hr standby, and can scramble aircraft in under 5 minutes. We can provide your troops with transportation and ammunition, after 2 years you must be running low. Our intel shows that Kirilenko is leading the Russian assault in California, and he is going to be one hell of a problem. If he was dead, this would be easier. The Russians will pull out and retreat, regroup and attack again, like they always do. We will be ready next time though. Once the Russians leave, we will either leave, or stay, depends if we are needed. With the U.S Military turning up out of the blue, things are not as bad as they seemed. The office will be fine, I've sat in worse in Afghanistan mate! I must warn you though, I have won battles and lost battles in my time commanding my troops. I will not win every battle, but I will try my damn best to but a dent in the enemy. My men are veterans to war, I have served with them in hell and back, and everyone of them would lay their life down for the man next to them. They are loyal soldiers, loyal to me! Not the queen, not the government, but me! I trust them and they trust me. I often get criticised by my superiors for mingling with my men, but that has brought a bond that I have yet to see in another Commander. They will not fail you."

James listened in awe at what he had just witnessed. This man was defining orders to help the Stalkers. God damn indeed. A soldier knocked on the door. Dom shouted for him to enter and he walked over to Barnett and whispered into his ear. Barnett then told him to leave and turned to face James.

"Private Goodwin, your father has been shot by one of our own men. It wasnt friendly fire, it was an assassination attempt. He is in critical condition and is being flown back to the UK for treatment. He will no longer be in command. Lucky for you, they looked through all eligible applicants that had been recommended for promotion, and after looking through your file, decided you fit for promotion. Congratulations, Colonel Goodwin." Barnett clipped the colonel insignia on James's uniform. "You skipped a lot of ranks, and you didn't even attend officer training. You must be worth it son."

The LtCol then saluted James, and James didnt know what to feel. He finally had his promotion, but it had nearly cost the life of his father. The insignia collided with the blank patch on his uniform showing he was a private. He would need to get a new uniform, but that was the least of his problems. He would now have to go back to JFK, and deal with the imprisoned traitor.

"Hey Dom, I've got to go back to JFK and take over Command. They will all have their heads buried in the sand and I need to dig 'em out. I've also got the traitorous bastard to deal with, and I don't know if there is anymore of them. The British army law states I can only hand out so much pain, but you have no laws. Care to accompany me?"

James smirked and looked at Dom for his reply. 

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 14, 2011 at 4:17am

Dom smirked a little, watching the events unfold around him, giving a nice firm hand shake the the Lt-Col before laughing a little towards his comment about Kirilenko, "My friend, he's been taken care of as of two minutes ago. The confirmation reports will be coming in shortly to advise on further operations over there. I also have one more thing to say. I'm going to require some of your troops.. About eight-to-twelve of them. With that, I'll also need four boats that can navigate through Russian waters undetected. I plan on securing their territory a bit more... Inhumanely, so I want unorthodox troops that follow orders to the T."

 

He heard the knock on the door, changing his attention for a second, "Come on in."

 

The man shuffled his way forward, a rather pudgy one but not fat, simply having the face of someone who had extra pounds on him. With a serious expression he listened to the words exchanged. A father got shot. Correction, a Colonel got shot. Which was more sever? A son almost losing his father or a field army almost losing their commander? It was good that he got replaced so quickly, but with a green horn... James would need help. Dom smiled and tossed his mask from his head, letting it land on a couch as he got the offer from James, "Aye. I think I can teach him a nice, slow, painful lesson. It'll take days until he bleeds out. Maybe even weeks if I toy with him long enough." He looked back to Barnett, "You know our agreement. Don't fuck me on this, though I know to much is at stake for you to do that. I'll help you to the best of my ability. As for air support... Keep them on immediate stand by. I'll give them their orders when we arrive at JFK."

 

He gave Barnett a rough pat on the back before walking outside of the office, nodding to Dice and Mouse before going to his Jeep to wait for James, glad that everything was finally coming to fruition. 

Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 14, 2011 at 6:15pm

James and Dom took the long drive back to JFK. James was glad things had gone smoothly with Barnett, and they both seemed calmer now that it was all sorted. James however had a tough challenge facing him. Just a week ago, he was a private in the British Army, following orders and serving his Queen. Now he was a Colonel, in command of all British Forces in America. This was a huge responsibilty for James, and he would get a lot of hostility along the way. The other officers, would never agree to it. They would look for the slightest error in his judgment and get him court martialed for it. There were many more, that with the right amount of tempation, and a decent reward, would gladly put a bullet into his head.

He came back to reality, and realised what he had to do. Last night, a British soldier had turned on his own Commander, and shot him. He wouldnt talk to anyone, and James needed to find out who asked him to kill his father.

They arrived at the base, walking straight to the detention cells. 4 SAS guarded the door to the interrogation room, with another 2 on the inside. There was a one way mirror, where James and Dom were standing behind.

"Dom, I'll do the talking first. If my talking doesnt work, then I want you to take over. I want him to be begging for us to kill him."

The soldier was already bleeding badly when James walked into the room. He looked up and laughed at him and Dom, which James responded by kicking his chair back, slamming the mans head on the floor.

"Now, soldier, who ordered you to betray your country and attempt to kill your own Commander?" James politly asked.

"Fuck you!" The soldier replied, spitting at James. James lifted his chair up, and repeatdly hit him in the face, making a mess of his nose. Blood lined James' knuckles.

"Are you going to cooperate yet?"

"I said fuck you!" The soldier laughed. James looked towards Dom, who was cracking his knuckles.

"Dom, he's all yours. I tried to play nice, give him a chance to confess, but he threw that out of the window, have fun." James stepped aside, into the corner. Dom and the soldier were locked in a death glare. Dom had a smirk on his face, and James sensed he had done this before. Dom flexed his arms and slowly advanced towards the soldier, the smirk never leaving his face.

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 10, 2011 at 11:18pm

Three Stalkers remained alongside the territory of Kirilenko, each sporting their own sniper rifle with flash suppression and anti-glare lenses for their scopes. They were hidden among bushes, two more Stalkers as well as a U.S. Army Ranger *Alejandro* guarding the flank. The radio played gently to broadcast what the Russians were talking about, though thankfully the ridge they were on was far away from any contact to really give that off. The three snipers took aim, one positioning his rifle over Kirilenko's head while the other aimed towards Sergio, both getting the information they needed to put the two six feet under. On a down count the spotter issued the order, "Three... Two... One." Two silent shots rang from the guns, the speeding rounds going straight for the skulls of the two Russian troops.

Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 13, 2011 at 10:27am

Kirilenko and Sergio both slumped to the ground, a bullet hole in the heads, blood splattered onto the wall. The outside guard knocked, then knocked again, before opening the door. He looked at the 2 bodies on the floor, before raising the alarm. Hind's all over the base took off, scanning every area with huge spotlights. Soldiers and tanks mobilised in every direction, and Russian MIG's bombed the surrounding forests with napalm, setting a ring of fire around the base. The Russians would be temporarily down, but it wouldnt take long for a replacement commander to be sent. Security would be increased, the main base relocated. 

A unarmed helicopter flew overhead. The loudspeaker cracked to life.

"Enemy combatants, you are completely surrounded! Lay down your weapons and come from your hiding place with your hands above your head. You have 10 seconds to comply, and we will find you!"

The Stalkers radio buzzed.

"Stalkers, this is RAF 3rd Squadron here. We can eliminate any armour and aircraft in your vicinity, just give us the word and we will assist. We are on standby on the HMS Ark Royal, just off the West Coast. 

Per Ardua ad Astra"

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 13, 2011 at 2:53pm

Alejandro sat quietly, their position covered by the brush. The fire was caught quite a bit behind them so they would be fine for the moment. However, that would only be that way for the next fifteen minutes or so. The Stalkers seemed calm about it and when their radio kicked in they simply nodded, the spotter grasping at the radio to speak while giving the orders to hit the rotors to the helicopter engines, "Rodger that, 3rd Squadron. We'd like you to lay down fire from East to North as well as hit their boarder to the water. Leave the ships up. We're going to need a Navy if we want to hold out against the Russians until we can send our fleet through the Texas boarder and the Panama Canal through Florida. Once they retreat we'll keep you in touch with their coordinates so we can track them."

 

The two snipers loaded up fresh .50-cal AP rounds before taking their suppressed shots, each round meeting a fine mark to keep the helicopters from finding the position. The Stalker slipped from his spot, grabbing a AK-74u and nodded to one of the other Stalkers to tell him to spot in return, "Also... If you don't mind, could you get me a squad of your best troops and a boat big enough to get some troops from here to the Russian coastal boarder? Our commander has a plan." Two more shots went off, sending a pair of Hinds smashing into one another, making the sky blossom with the flinging shrapnel.

Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 13, 2011 at 5:59pm

The operator listened to the transmissions.

"Roger that on your request, Typhoons and Tornadoes are scrambling now. Be advised four Lynx helicopters will be sent in to unload some of our troops. The rest will be unloaded at the docks and will take over one of the Russian ships for you to commandeer. Good luck"

"This is 3rd Squadron here, looks like hell down there. I'm switching to anti-air missiles, locking on to target, 3, 2, 1, fire!" 

2 missiles hurtles towards the remaining 2 Hind-E's. One Hind tried to bank away but flew straight into the burning inferno that was once a forest. The other didnt notice the missile, and kept searching the ground. The missile collided, sending flaming debris in every direction. The planes roared overhead, engaged in fierce dogfights with Russian MiG's. The British were losing the fight, 10 of their planes shot down already. The Russians had a small force of 25 planes, 7 of them wrecked on the ground. The British flew out with 15, now reduced to 5. Some of the pilots ejected straight into the burning forests, their screams tearing up the radio, others straight into the Russians. They were shot as they landed. Only a couple were lucky enough to land near the Stalkers.

"Damn it, we're losing out here, we need assistance. Those Lynx's will get torn to pieces if we dont do something. Stalkers, is there anything you could use to bring these bastards down?" 

The sky was glowing orange, tracer rounds darting off into the air. Everywhere you looked, British planes were being chased by Russian planes. It was a 2:1 ratio, in the Russians favour. 

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 16, 2011 at 9:01pm

Alejandro walked over to the Brits, setting down a pack of cigarettes before sighing a little, "Who ever needs a smoke to kill the jitters, get it over with now because we're not going to have anymore the moment we leave for Russia. When we leave for Russia we aren't going to have support. No air support, no naval support, no ground troops coming to save us if we get pinned down. Its us versus the world out there, so I suggest you bunker down and get this ship running. I have six Marines out there grabbing all the extra guns, ammunition, clothing, food, wood and what ever supplies they deem fit for our survival out here. Understood?" He didn't wait for a reply, nodding, "Good, glad you boys get it. Get your shit together, and understand the reason why no country has been able to conquer Russia. It isn't because of it's military, or that it has some kind of technology that stop's us from going in there. They don't have high tech radios and heavy naval yards, and they won't have much of an air support. However, they don't need that to kill us. Russia has been unable to be conquered for the sole reason of it's terrain and weather. Mother Russia can kill a man in minutes thank's to it's temperatures. We're going to be occupying city by city and abandoning the boat. We will carry these operations out over the time of a month, and by then we will have to have the Eastern boarder of Russia eliminated. That includes children, women, the elderly. This is not for the faint of heart, and this is something that can get you executed. You will not be recorded for what you are doing, and this is something many men cannot bear without feeling remorse. For those of you who know they cannot do this, or even have the slightest doubt in their mind they cannot I want you to surrender everything you own now. Guns, ammunition, supplies, even you're clothes, and get out of here now. Go find some clothes in the stores and live on your own, but know you will no longer be part of the British military because what you are doing is going AWOL. Now... Who's staying and who's leaving?"

Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 16, 2011 at 11:21pm

The Brits stared awed and dumbstruck at the Stalker. He had just asked them to give up their lives. Immediatly, they all stood up to leave, but no one walked off. All the soldiers walked off and formed a huddle. Murmurs and whispers could be heard, until eventually John stepped out.

"We'll do it, but we have some requests. We want the finest cuban cigars, a phone call to our families, and when this all ends, those of us alive want to join the Stalkers. If we make it back, we would like our families here when it is safe. What do you say?"

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 17, 2011 at 4:05pm

Alejandro smirked a little, taking a puff of his cigarette before shrugging, "I'm a man of many talents. I'll see what I can do, maybe pull some strings with the SAS and get your families over here. As for being Stalkers, you all qualify, hence why Dominic asked for troops such as you." He dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone and tossed it over to John, "You get first call. I've got a full battery, but you all only get two minutes. I don't think I have an adapter for boats." He smirked a little, going off, leaving two of the Stalkers behind to accompany the British with their calls, Alejandro prompting for the rest of the Stalkers to seal up the vehicle and to get the ship moving.

Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 19, 2011 at 5:00pm

John caught the phone, and immediately dialed the home number, but not before checking the line was secure.

"Hello?" A voice on the end of the line answered. John right then wanted to tell her everything that had happened, that he would be home soon, home to put his girls to bed. He wanted to wake up to them shouting in a morning, to drive them to school and kiss them goodbye. He didnt want to fight infected people and Russians, he wanted to go home. But, he knew he had to do this to get that freedom he longed for. If they backed out here, it wouldnt be long before they would be fighting on their own soil, where it would put his family in danger. A man with a family is a very dangerous man. He will risk a lot more to protect his family than any normal man. The fight in him will be fierce, the determination to survive to see his loved ones will drive him to victory. He has everything to fight for. John jumped back to reality when he heard the voice on the other end.

"Hello, hello, is anyone there?"

"Erm, hi, h-h-honey it's me, John."

The voice on the other end of the line gasped, and sobbing could be heard.

"John! Baby are you okay? When are you coming home? Me and the kids miss you and want you back safe and sound."

John nearly burst out into tears when he heard his childrens laughs in the background.

"Honey, I will be home soon, but first I have to go on one more mission. There isnt enough time for me to explain now, but remember that I love you and the kids and will always be there for you. Kiss them goodnight for me, tell them daddy loves them and always will. I will see you soon, I promise."

"I love you, John."

"I love you too."

John hung up the phone, and passed it to the next soldier, before wiping his eyes and gathering up his things, then he headed off to the vehicle. 

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 19, 2011 at 5:59pm

The boat gave a firm jerk, the engine starting up. Miko, one of the Stalkers, sat beside the entrance to the boat, smoking a cigarette while he quietly listened to the phone calls. They were tapped into the phone line that Alejandro gave the troops, recording each and every conversation. It wasn't that they were getting shits and giggles about it, but instead it was about making sure no one contacted the British military. They may have gotten the clear to use troops from Barnett, but this was high treason in the more higher ranks. If anyone gave away what they were doing then there would be a lot of political shit to handle and Dom would be out of the picture for a bit on a trip to England, reducing their numbers here in America. Who knows, maybe they'd have to reactivate some of the missiles the American's had here in the territory. The files were erased, and only the higher up Stalkers knew about it, including Miko. Alejandro was one of the people who didn't know, though.

 

Nuclear missiles weren't even thought about these days, thanks to the infected. It was more about everyone carrying rifles, machine guns and what not instead of worrying about big ol' nasty bombs that lit you up like the fourth of July. Still... The Stalkers had those as their last negotiating tool. Seven full fledged nuclear bombs, plenty of lesser missiles, and a military airport secured not that far away, manned by Elite Stalkers, but not enough to arm the vehicles, only enough to keep the base guarded while camps surrounded it.

 

Miko puffed his cigarette, sighing as he watched John pass by and down into the ship. Strange guy, but what ever. It didn't stop the mission, so there wasn't a fault there for Miko to point out.

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