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Jessica Waters
Ghost Recon
Age: 31
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Another mission success.

Of course, nothing else was to be expected. Out a team of 10 individuals that did the work like a team of 40, Ghost Recon had earned it's name for that very reason. They were a small team that went on the most dangerous missions. Missions that were mostly off the book.

Their most recent consisted of storming into a North Korean ruler's home, grabbing him and bringing him to justice in another country.

As far as the team were concerned, the US government never acknowledged them. There would never be any award ceremonies for them after a mission. There wouldn't even be a funeral with all the honors either. They kept themselves low key both in public and in private. It was almost like fight club, they were known but not really.

Now, even though they weren't home for long, their next mission was waiting for them. Usually only Jessica dealt with the higher ups and reported back to the team on what was expected of them. Once they got the details, which most of the time, was always very little. They made plans about every possible situation that could occur. Although it wasn't possible to plan for it all, they had no problem thinking on their feet.

And that's what made the team work.

The next mission was nothing new. A hostage rescue. To say these were the easiest would be jinxing it all. They weren't easy. It all depended on who they were rescuing and from where.

A reporter and his camera man were currently being held far inside some part of the Brazilian jungle but some drug lords and in turn for their release, they wanted the Colombian government, as well as the US government to release a few fellow members out of the Mexican and the US prisons.

Seems the hotshot reporter had gotten too close and gotten himself caught. Great. Just great.

"Alright...here we go.." Jessi said as she and the team got to work on their latest plans. If anything, they would be home with in a few days and Mister Reporter guy will be safe and sound...

 

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Jack Byers http://www.pureskinblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/jula-jula-men-good-looking-man_large.jpg knew that this story was hot, but not volcanically searing! He should have known the heat he would stir up looking into the actions of the Secretary of State. Her dealings were under the table and hard to trace but Jack had his talent and resources that found a small link between the Madam Secretary and the Bosnir family. It appeared to Jack that she was pushing something called the shipment down to Brazil to the Crime lords’ territory for what reason he didn’t know, nor did he even know what the shipment was, but he was going to follow this so-called shipment to where ever it was going. He took his right hand man Roger Smith for he was a genius with all the tech gadgets that would make any CIA agent envious.

They both made it down to the Brazil without a hitch, but when they found out where this shipment was going they decided to follow it, what they didn’t expect was to encounter a squad of Delta force members down here securing this shipment and then reported to a few members of the Bosnir family. Well Jack had to find out with the aid of Roger's skill of what the hell was going on, however, the skill of the Delta Force members where not exaggerated for they were captured within the first two hours of trying to get close to see what the hell could be in those ten foot crates that these guys were protecting. This shipment had to be something spectacular for this kind of cooperation or dealing.

When Jack and Roger came to their senses, they were down in a dirt hole enclosed by a heavy looking steel gate. Jack looked over at Roger whom didn’t look so good. He was pale and shivering as if it was wintertime instead of midsummer down here in the south. Jack feared that maybe he caught the old Malaria bug. There wasn’t anything he could do but wait for an opportunity to get away. His mind went over all the evidence and facts that he had and tried to make sense out of this.

 

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The arrival in Brazil was on schedule and that was to be expected. They kept low key, arriving as civilians and then immediately getting to work. In less than 24 hours, Jessie's team was in place and heading toward the last known location of the reporter and his one member crew.

Paying the locals was just another thing that was done under the table, yet still all thanks to Uncle Sam. The hike through the jungle was nothing but as they approached the area where the locals had said they might be, Jessica was caught off guard.

Fuck.

The camp they came across was crawling with soldiers. Not just any soldiers. Recon had identified their gear and weapons as US grade.

Another fuck for that.

But it wasn't Jessica's job to question that reason. Her team's job was to get the 2 men and get out of there. That was it. Questioning everything else only would lead to trouble in the long haul.

Now, all they had to do was find their targets, take them to the LZ and have them taken out by helicopter while Jessica's team got out on foot.

Easy enough. More so than often, it was. Unless they encountered some resistance in which case, each member of the team would have to think on their feet and get out of there and back to safety on their own. It was a hazard of the job but she knew they could do it.

Deep down in her gut, Jessie had a feeling they were going to encounter resistance, especially after what she had seen...

 

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Razorback, one of Jessie’s recon experts came back after about thirty minutes of departing the squad’s position. “Hey Jess!” the burly bald black man whispered to get her attention. “Are you ready to shit your panties?” He eyed her with that ‘FUCK’ face look. “Our enemy, “ he shakes is head, “Is a Delta Force. I see at least two squads” He looks over to the oblong building at there ten o’clock. “Look at the bare spot just before the wall of that building. Do you see that steel grate? That our boys cage.” He gave her another ‘FUCK’ face look with a nod this time.

“Who the fuck! What the fuck! Is going on here” Came the sharp voice of Cheetah, Jessie’s second recon expert whispering as she made her way next to Jess. “Hey babe, I guess you already got the low down. So tell me we are not doing this right!” She eyed her commander. “These are our own fucking guys! Why are we even here?” She had a bad taste in her mouth and the look on her two comrades told her they had the same shit taste in their mouths as well. “Hey Back, The grate?” she saw his nod ..“Fuck me!”

“So babe, is it going to be me or us walking in there showing our tits?” Cheetah asked looking over the area for a good spot to enter to draw the boys and a good ‘Get the fuck out of dodge exit route.’ “We need more fucking females in our squad!” cheetah smiled for other reasons besides squad balance.

“I agree!” Razorback proudly added his two cents into the fray. “So Boss, I don’t like the tit showing idea, I say we try to go in at night get out boys and slip out. Not even tangle with these dudes.” He looked over to Cheetah, caught her nod before looking at Jessie for a moment then he looked over the area and made his plan of infiltration and extracting.

 

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Jessica listened to the banter between her team and didn't say a thing as she figured out what to do next. Razor was right, they had to do this until after dark. It was the safest, as far as the hostages went. Right now, backing off would be the smart thing to do. Extraction was set in a few hours but Jessica could push it back an hour or two, but that was it.

"OK, we wait. Move the team back 2 clicks. We'll wait it out until 22 hundred hours. By then, we'll have a better picture of it all."

She knew her orders wouldn't be questioned so she moved back and waited until everyone checked in and they moved quietly back to the rendevous point.
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Later, as they geared up, Jessica had sent half the unit ahead of them to report in their findings. If they were Delta Force, it would be hard not to stick to one's training so that meant they would do a change over soon and so in that time, her team could make their move. The plans were made and each member of the team knew what their job was and they would do it. Or at least, die trying.

And that was where Jessica's job came into play. It was her job to make sure no one on her team was injured and that everything went as planned. Which of course, it never did. They would all have to think on their feet and move from there. Right now, they would need to make sure they get the reporter out and back home. They couldn't worry about the guards, even if it met they were US military. That was for someone else to worry about...

The plan was simple. Create a distraction at least a good 500 yards away from the compound and then from there, move in, taking out who they needed to and get the hostages to safety before getting them to the rendevous point.

 

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Razorback and Cheetah both nodded their understanding as they peeled off and headed back to the rendezvous point. Upon getting back to the point two members were already there, Chameleon and jackal was leaning up against a fallen tree eating their MRE’s and Frostbite was shaking her head at them for they were fighting over the fruit cake pack.. Chameleon finally won the battle for he was the senior vet and the oldest member of the squad… Everyone referred to him as POP…

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Jackal pulled up the duffle bag and nodded, “I have the distraction right here.” He flipped the bag over his shoulder and grabbed his weapon. “I will set it off at your time check plus one hour and thirty minutes on the southwest side about a mile out of the hostage zone.

Frostbite stood up, I will be flanking on the Westside turning in when the detonation goes off to curb units that try to turn back toward the camp.

Cheetah spoke up “I go straight for the cage where our hostages are, free them and head north directly for the extraction zone. I do not deviate from the mission regardless of squad situation.” she was having trouble with that, her voice crackled knowing that someone might be saved if she did deviate to help, but she wont she has her orders.. She looked over at Jessica and nodded…

Chameleon looks up, “I go in with cheetah and engage all targets so she can get the hostages out and take the course to the EZone.”

Razorback… “I take high ground with bitch, and kill any whom tries to follow our squad members retreat..”

Everyone turns and looks to the commander waiting for her orders to move out…

 

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Jessica gave Cheetah a look that told her to pull herself together. Almost speaking for the first time since arriving, Jessica looked each of her team members in the eyes, "We've been in worst situations than this team. Remember Armenia?" There were several grunts and a few smiles, "OK, this.. this is going to be nothing! We're going to get those two out and safe. We've done it before and we'll keep doing it."

Adjusting her rifle strap, Jessica continued, "OK, Merlin and Dez, you're on point. Just like we planned it. Remember, these Delta fucktards are bought so they'll be out of shape and definitely looking out for their own asses rather than working as a team. We go in, surprise them and then get out. Watch each other's sixes and we'll survive. We know what to do, I'm going with Cheetah to get the targets and from there, we met back and from there, head home. Any questions?"

There were none. There never was any. Which was good. They needed to get this done and get those men back home before any of Jessica's team was discovered.

"OK, communications on silent once we're 500 yards from the camp. Let's go!"

With that, Jessica stood and lead her team toward the camp. It was now or never.

 

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Cheetah lowered her head as if she was scolded by her mother when the Jessica gave her that shape up glare. She knew that was coming for the past year Chameleon has been telling her that she is getting to emotional to be on a shock unit. Still he kept mauling at the her trying to toughen her back up.. But something happened to her and shed changed, just no body new what it was…

The clouds broke and the full moon shot its lighting facade over the land. The only good thing about where the team was going the canopy of the trees would kill the moonlight, however, the approach to the enemies camp wasn’t that glorious, there were huge gaps that the moonlight beamed through allowing sight as if it was an early morning dew.

The time seemed to crawl as Merlin and Das continued to do he roving point sharing information with Jessica.. But what was strange there was no early warning devices, no patrols, not even at sting with a bunch of cans tied to it upon the approach of the camp.. All was silent and nothing was moving… “What the fuck!” Razor whispered looking over to Jessica… “Your orders? It feels like a trap..”

 

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Jynx (Jessica) didn't answer. Instead she motioned for the team to move forward. If it was a trap then that meant they had a mole in the team but, there was no time to deal with that now. Two lives were counting on the team for a successful mission from them and when push came to shove, she would make sure her team shoved the hardest.

Making the sound of a local bird, the signal for the rest of the team to go ahead with the plan, Jynx moved ahead. She knew they would follow her orders. She was one to always take care of her team and this time was no exception.

In her mind, Jynx counted down until the time for the 'diversion' to be set off. They kept an eye on the camp and soon, the jungle was filled with a loud explosion...right on time, she thought. Silently counting to three, the entire team moved out and toward the base camp. Soon, they were met with gunfire and shouts from the Delta team...orders being yelled out, all the while, Jynx's team moved without a word.

 

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Razorback and the squad turned back around and began their advancement upon the hand signal that Jynx issued. They all trusted her and would die for her so that is why whenever she barks and order people more. Its not because she was appointed their commander, it was because they all respected her. She has proven to all of them that she does not ask anyone do to do anything that she herself hasn’t done once or a hundred times. She has pretty much saved everyone on this unit some time or another and that was why this was the best Blackshadow ops team in the book.

The chirping bird signal was issued and the team divided into their preplanned paths, Cheetah was slightly ahead of Jynx walking toward the target. When the explosion erupted in the southwest, Any pyromaniac would have loved to have watched this blast that sent trees flying some fifty feet in the air and making a clearing was just as big.

Men came barging out of everywhere firing at anything and everything. The erratic movements, the wilding shooting, the screaming of orders were obviously wasn’t the rogue Delta Force, but a bunch of low caliber mercenaries. The fighting was tense for the number of the mercenaries were eight to one and increasing as truck brakes could be heard from behind a few buildings.

Cheetah began to run in a zip zag maneuver, jumping over bodies, dodging unseen equipment until the last moment when she fell to the ground and was a little slow in getting up to her knees when two men came barreling down on her with machetes‘ reared back in hopes to remove her head..

From the pit you could hear a man screaming to her to get the hell out of there, it was a trap!”