Special Ops

[poohlive]

A challenge?
Did Garret smell a hint of arrogance in the air? He looked over this new "team member" checking him out. Yep, exactly what he had expected.
"Sure, nothing like a little friendly competition to get the day started."
He nodded to the man all ready to get this thing started. A private quickly ran over to the both of them however.
"Come quick. The general has some impending news for the 32nd. Something about recent terrorist acts in New York. He wants to see both of you pronto!"
Looks like it would have to wait for now. More important things seemed to be in the air right now.

 

[Angelus]

Craig looked at Garret with a smile and said, "Maybe when we get back then."
He then turned and thought Damn lousy timing. He turned to the private and told him that they would be right there. The two "team mates" ran towards the command center and as soon as they did the general turned to them and said, "Where the hell have you been. Never mind, I don't want to know. Look, we have a situation brewing in New York and seeming as you are the only two members of the 32nd avaliable much against my wishes I am going to send you there. But this is only a recon mission, you encounter any hostile forces you are to get the hell out of there, do you understand me?"
"Yes sir," Craig said. Like hell I will. I will kill any terrorist stupid enough to get into my sights he thought with a smile.

 

[poohlive]

Garret nodded, looking down at the papers that had just come through. He glanced over at Craig, and knew there was a small twinkle in his eye. This one was one of those guys who just liked emptying a full clip for no reason. He was Garret's only accet to the 32nd however.
Perhaps if they were the only ones left he would ask to rename it. Like the Timberwolves or something better than a number.
Walking outside he began examining as much as he could.
"Do you mind driving to the airport? I have a bit of reading to do."

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen

Vixen kissed Phoenix back easily. Melting into the passion as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Just when he was getting excited though.

She draws back smiling wickedly.

"I think I'd enjoy it much more if you were rich Styles baby..." she winks at him. She slides her body against his and lets her hand cup his merchandise as if weighing him for future reference.

"Mmmm..." she grins... "and that's a promise... if we survive this mission... I'm going to test this..." she licks her lips temptingly before getting up off the bed, "but right this moment... I have a few things to check online..." she smiles... all business as she opens her briefcase. Pulling out a slender laptop she flips it open on the bed. She tries her mobile phone... but seeing as they are so insulated there is of course no signal. She searches the room for a modem line and finding it plugs it in.

"Didn't you say you wanted Maehad on the team? I think I know someone who knows someone... if ya get mah drift?" She turns on her Southern accent like a pro.

 

[Angelus]

Craig looked at Garret and said, "Nah, that's cool with me."

The two of them walked to the Humvee that sat there waiting for them and as Craig got behind the wheel and started up the engine Garret settled himself in for the read. Craig accelerated away from the command center and drove to where the plane waited for them and it surprised Craig to see a private jet sitting there waiting for them. Without a word he stopped the Humvee and got out, walking to the step which led up into the jet.

As soon as he was in the jet and settled down he looked at Garret who was just sitting down in his seat and said, "Okay, what's our mission?"

 

[poohlive]

Garret sat down comfortably nearly throwing the papers down in the seat next to him. He wiped his face trying to clear his head. It made absolutely no sense. None at all, even the Unibomber made some sense in his crime. The person who did this was totally crazy.
"Get this," he said, laughing a bit as he said it, "This terrorist uses an entire array of black market assault weapons to destroy nearly 12 police stations in the New York area. Then, he has the audacity (sp?) to fill a car with plastic explosives of some kind and run it into City Hall in New York. Mayor Giuliani is calling New York a disaster area. National Guard is being sent in to compensate for the near complete lack of police in the city. President Bush is considering to anounce Martial Law on the place. Several riots have started, and the death toll keeps mounting."
He shoved a few papers aside, reaching for the latest estimate.
"Nearly 3,000 dead, most of them police officers of some kind. Thousands more wounded. People are being moved to Queens and Manhattan to make room for the filling hospitals."
He raised his eyebrows, setting the thing down. It was something that no one ever wanted to read, much less go investigate.
"The few wtinesses who lived to see this said it was all done by one guy. A man wearing some kind of bullet proof suit. Right now they are checking on it. We have absolutely no leads as to who this man is or why he did it," Garret nodded towards the stewardess, asking for a nice tall glass of water and a phone.
She came back with the phone and the water. He quickly put in a call to New York.
"It's the Chief of Police," he said to Craig, listening intently on what he had to say. He nodded and hummed his way through a few minutes of the conversation. After a minute or so he hung up.
"Well, the good news is that we're getting first priority on this case. They aren't allowed to touch anything without our say-so. We also found some of the weapons he used, which are now being shipped to an F.B.I. lab upstate. A grenade launcher, that body suit I was talking about, and pieces of the bomb he used. We'll find out anything as soon as it comes through."
That was a lot of information. Let's just say it took nearly the entire flight to relay.
As the plane touched down Garret finally looked over at Graig. His pulse was racing and his stomach had butterflies in them.
"All right, this is your show. You're the veteran here. I'll follow your lead."
Picking up the rest of the papers he shoved them into a briefcase. They might be of use later, but right now he didn't want to even look at them. Something about this whole thing didn't feel right.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: I guess no one can ever say I don't try to put realism in my posts ever again. :sighs:
I don't know what's worse, the fact that I got so much right, or the fact that is happened in the first place.

 

[Dharwal]

a few notes

OOC: i cant believe someone had the balls to pull off such a big operation.

there is quite a bit in common here, NY city. world trade centre, terrorists.

scary isnt it

 

[Moneytalks]

Indeed.

It's not like I could possibly write anything here that could convey the sheer horror and magnitude of what has happened.

My boyfriend lives in New York and even then it took me an entire day before my brain could even comprehend what had happened.

He's fine... thank goodness... but it doesn't diminish the loss that has been suffered.

Even here in Australia... every channel is commercial free and showing the same footage over and over again as people inadequately try to make sense of this.

It's very upsetting.

My heart goes out to all those people and their friends and family.