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The C-130 zipped through the nighttime skies of Bosnia. This was to be a low-profile assignment, but whether or not it stayed that way was another story. The objective was simple: Bosnian revolutionaries were receiving a shipment of illegal arms to equip their amateur militia - their job was to steal the weapon shipments from them and ensure that the revolutionaries were going to be lesser armed. The strength of the opposition was unknown - the fourteen Royal Navy Special Forces soldiers knew they would be outnumbered and outgunned, however.
Yet there was no fear to be seen in any of them. Alex White, the rookie on his first mission showed more excitement than fear. Many of them showed anticipation, but the only two who were completely emotionless.
One was Chief Petty Officer David Stafford. The 17-year veteran had seen more combat than anyone else on the squad. Over the years he evolved into a hardened and battle-tested veteran that followed military protocol to the letter. He was too experienced to have the heroic desired often shared by many of the younger and inexperienced members of the squad.
The other was Lieutenant Commander James Bond, the leader of the squad before him. He was emotionless because he was thinking about the mission before him. There were fourteen of them, and an unknown number of the enemy. While the odds were probably against them, he still had no intentions of friendly casualties.
Eventually they reached their drop point. Any hopes and fears would now be suppressed as the doors to the C-130 opened and a sea of barely visible clouds stretched before them. They each leaped out of the plane and their freefall through the clouds began.
The darkness of night, accompanied by the obscurity of the clouds, created a great cover for the soldiers to make their descent unnoticed. While Lt. Cmdr. Bond enjoyed the view, he was studying the whole field for one last time. He couldn't view the details from his current vantage point, but there were a few things he was able to find useful. Whether or not he would need them would be another matter entirely - the missions, and the means to accomplish them, were always dynamic at this level.
Eventually they were at the altitude to begin opening parachutes. Bond yanked the pin, yet he wasn't slowing down. "DAMN!" he cursed. The parachute was malfunctioning. He quickly reached for his knife, and began slicing off the parachute cords. He knew he wouldn't have much time before he would be taking the celestial dirt nap. He fiddled around with the pin to the backup parachute. With each passing second, his altitude went down and his panic level started to rise. At what could have been the last possible second, he was able to tug at the pin for the backup parachute, which, to Bond's luck, deployed successfully.
Bond splashed the water first, and moments later the other thirteen joined him. They quietly swam to the shore, and scampered across to a place that provided additional cover.
The target zone wasn't far away - the concern would be the amount of opposition they would face. Bond signaled the rest to hold position - he wanted to quickly scan the area before plotting their next course of action. He would rather make this as covert as possible, especially if they were facing a legion of revolutionary insurgents. Sure, it was amateurs versus professionals, but outgunned was outgunned.
The two snipers scanned the area with their scopes. They had to admit, they had the advantage of sight in complete darkness like this - the insurgents had no night vision. Their men were equipped with flashlights, but they were no NVGs. As they scanned, they saw nothing. It was late at night, and the insurgents didn't see the Brits dropping in, but this was a little too quiet.
I'll post more later. I'm pretty good at writing PTS scenes, but generally Bond is alone during those, and this isn't necessarily a PTS scene in the traditional sense of the term, if at all.
Yet there was no fear to be seen in any of them. Alex White, the rookie on his first mission showed more excitement than fear. Many of them showed anticipation, but the only two who were completely emotionless.
One was Chief Petty Officer David Stafford. The 17-year veteran had seen more combat than anyone else on the squad. Over the years he evolved into a hardened and battle-tested veteran that followed military protocol to the letter. He was too experienced to have the heroic desired often shared by many of the younger and inexperienced members of the squad.
The other was Lieutenant Commander James Bond, the leader of the squad before him. He was emotionless because he was thinking about the mission before him. There were fourteen of them, and an unknown number of the enemy. While the odds were probably against them, he still had no intentions of friendly casualties.
Eventually they reached their drop point. Any hopes and fears would now be suppressed as the doors to the C-130 opened and a sea of barely visible clouds stretched before them. They each leaped out of the plane and their freefall through the clouds began.
The darkness of night, accompanied by the obscurity of the clouds, created a great cover for the soldiers to make their descent unnoticed. While Lt. Cmdr. Bond enjoyed the view, he was studying the whole field for one last time. He couldn't view the details from his current vantage point, but there were a few things he was able to find useful. Whether or not he would need them would be another matter entirely - the missions, and the means to accomplish them, were always dynamic at this level.
Eventually they were at the altitude to begin opening parachutes. Bond yanked the pin, yet he wasn't slowing down. "DAMN!" he cursed. The parachute was malfunctioning. He quickly reached for his knife, and began slicing off the parachute cords. He knew he wouldn't have much time before he would be taking the celestial dirt nap. He fiddled around with the pin to the backup parachute. With each passing second, his altitude went down and his panic level started to rise. At what could have been the last possible second, he was able to tug at the pin for the backup parachute, which, to Bond's luck, deployed successfully.
Bond splashed the water first, and moments later the other thirteen joined him. They quietly swam to the shore, and scampered across to a place that provided additional cover.
The target zone wasn't far away - the concern would be the amount of opposition they would face. Bond signaled the rest to hold position - he wanted to quickly scan the area before plotting their next course of action. He would rather make this as covert as possible, especially if they were facing a legion of revolutionary insurgents. Sure, it was amateurs versus professionals, but outgunned was outgunned.
The two snipers scanned the area with their scopes. They had to admit, they had the advantage of sight in complete darkness like this - the insurgents had no night vision. Their men were equipped with flashlights, but they were no NVGs. As they scanned, they saw nothing. It was late at night, and the insurgents didn't see the Brits dropping in, but this was a little too quiet.
I'll post more later. I'm pretty good at writing PTS scenes, but generally Bond is alone during those, and this isn't necessarily a PTS scene in the traditional sense of the term, if at all.