Soldiers fortune [In progress]
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At hearing David's comment Crown rushes over to him and pulls him back, slapping him on the back of the head to get his attention saying, "Shut up you stupid fuck, don't disrespect their god, you know the same thing has happened everywhere else at some point or another, and I don't think you wasting time asking him questions he won't answer while we still have a mission to complete.And another thing, don't EVER talk that way in front of me again, if you have a problem with his religion, you have a problem with me."
David smirked a little as he answered Crown.
"Don't have a problem with Religion, I was raised a Catholic, I just have a problem people who use it as an excuse of their actions, there's a computer in the back-room, 100's of videos of them killing people for shits and giggles, No God would ask for that."
David went to walk away but stopped in his tracks.
He turned back and said "Look sorry, just...have a history with this sort of thing, now come on, gotta go "save the world"..."
"Don't have a problem with Religion, I was raised a Catholic, I just have a problem people who use it as an excuse of their actions, there's a computer in the back-room, 100's of videos of them killing people for shits and giggles, No God would ask for that."
David went to walk away but stopped in his tracks.
He turned back and said "Look sorry, just...have a history with this sort of thing, now come on, gotta go "save the world"..."
Here's my guy.
Full Name: John Rogers
Nickname: "Zaku"
Age:27
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 250"
Body Type: Barrel-chested, stocky.
Key features: Scarred face, indicative of knife fights and hand-to-hand
Personality: Joker sums it up I'd think. Cheerful but a bit inappropriate
Preferred weapons: Shotgun and pistol (knives too of course)
Speciality: Close Quarters Combat
Nickname: "Zaku"
Age:27
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 250"
Body Type: Barrel-chested, stocky.
Key features: Scarred face, indicative of knife fights and hand-to-hand
Personality: Joker sums it up I'd think. Cheerful but a bit inappropriate
Preferred weapons: Shotgun and pistol (knives too of course)
Speciality: Close Quarters Combat
"Do you think I know where he is?" He spits onto the floor next to himself "Even if I did why would I tell you?" He shakes his head slowly several times before speaking again " I will tell you if you answer one question. How does it feel to be a whore for the western government." Before you would even have time to answer he leaps across the floor towards his AK-47.
"Look, I've just seen shit, Ok? don't wanna get into a falling out over th- HEADS UP!"
David runs past Crown, pulls out his hand gun and fires at the Iranian.
David runs past Crown, pulls out his hand gun and fires at the Iranian.
Crown, gun readied, fires a burst into the Iranian's legs, shredding both his clothes and flesh, with the left leg of the man immediately being ripped to the bone in places, and within the next few seconds is when the saxitoxin takes effect, rendering the man unable to move his limbs.
A bullet hits the Iranian and strikes him before he could even reach the AK. A pouch falls off of him, it seems to be your lucky day as this Iranian happen to be one of their intelligence officers who set up the attack and created most of the videos. If you pick up the pouch you will find the motherload of information that gives not just Axel's position but also a lot of information that would be useful for the upcoming invasion.
The map shows that Axel is located in a old radio building located near the centre of Orumiyah.
The map shows that Axel is located in a old radio building located near the centre of Orumiyah.
David takes the Pouch and looks at Crown.
"This...Is why can't have nice things."
He roots though the Pouch for anything of Value and proof he made the videos
"hope he has to answer before his god for this..."
"This...Is why can't have nice things."
He roots though the Pouch for anything of Value and proof he made the videos
"hope he has to answer before his god for this..."
"Well, that takes care of that." Michael muttered to himself as he stood over the dead body of the Iranian. He had planned to just leave him zipped and gagged when they went on their way, a solution he only liked marginally better than executing him. Now: No problem anymore.
Michael rose to his feet, while turning to face Crown.
"And honestly doctor, I doubt we were gonna go over as nice people with this guy, no matter how respectful we were of his god." He paused for a second, looking Crown dead in the eyes "Don't make threats against team-members, or you can start walking back." he turned his head to West, kneeling down by the iranian officer, "And West, that ain't a talk-shit-free-card either, 'kay?"
He glanced over the pouch in West's hands.
"What's in it?"
Michael rose to his feet, while turning to face Crown.
"And honestly doctor, I doubt we were gonna go over as nice people with this guy, no matter how respectful we were of his god." He paused for a second, looking Crown dead in the eyes "Don't make threats against team-members, or you can start walking back." he turned his head to West, kneeling down by the iranian officer, "And West, that ain't a talk-shit-free-card either, 'kay?"
He glanced over the pouch in West's hands.
"What's in it?"
"Intel on Axels actions and some field intel that could help with the War if it goes ahead gimme a sec.....YES! Got a lead on the target's location, an old radio station in Or-umiy-ah. It's city...somewhere, shall we get moving?"
Crown looks into Micheal's eyes a moment longer, cracks a small lopsided smile, chuckles, and walks back to the truck with the recon team. He sets his shot gun down on his lap, under his pack, and repacks and rearranges his medical supplies before reloading all his weapons and readying them should any other Iranians come out of the darkness.
"Striker here, no sign of any other patrols in the area as of yet. Will keep you posted. Out." He said over the radio.
Striker wasn't certain if interrogating the Iranian was going to be worth it, but he was determined that they wern't going to have any unexpected visitors.
Striker wasn't certain if interrogating the Iranian was going to be worth it, but he was determined that they wern't going to have any unexpected visitors.
After searching for some more he gave up after hearing the gunshots then going over to the body of the late Iranian.
"Hmph...figures." Harlan said. He took this time to get back outside to get the majority of his things like his HK, his ammo and his plate carrier. He didn't bother to wear the vest because he thought that this would be a quick in and out but recent circumstances have escalated so Harlan took it upon himself to wear some extra protection.
He slung his shotgun on his back and cocked his HK. It had served him good over the years and held trust to the weapon. He flipped off the safety and he pondered on the use of the silencer but decided otherwise.
"Hmph...figures." Harlan said. He took this time to get back outside to get the majority of his things like his HK, his ammo and his plate carrier. He didn't bother to wear the vest because he thought that this would be a quick in and out but recent circumstances have escalated so Harlan took it upon himself to wear some extra protection.
He slung his shotgun on his back and cocked his HK. It had served him good over the years and held trust to the weapon. He flipped off the safety and he pondered on the use of the silencer but decided otherwise.
Chris walked over to the rear car, pulled out his rifle from the trunk, loaded it and and put it at standby in case of a counterattack. He walked back over to the group and said, "Personally, I don't think being subtle and stealthy will be much help, if it's worst-case scenario then one of these Iranians have already radioed ahead and told their buddy. Anyway, I'm gonna go keep an eye on the perimeter." And with that Chris made his way to the roof of the building to Striker. Once he got on the roof, and went prone and said to Striker, "So, you haven't seen anything yet?"
Keal finished bandaging up his arm and stood up. He had heard the gunshots so he had no wish to walk into the toll booth. Keal walked back over to the car, leaning in the back. He pulled his SCAR and grenades out of the back and put them down. He took out his vest and webbing, sticking clips, grenades and all of his other supplies in the webbing. He holstered his M9 and slung the SCAR over his shoulder, barrel down.
Keal walked over to the toll booth, and walked straight in. Looking past the dead Iranian, he walked up to Michael. "Mate... damn, I... Sorry I cracked. Bastard had an AK centimetres from my face." Keal looked around and saw David, "Also, thanks for the help with that guy with the knife. The idiot might have killed me."
Keal walked over to the toll booth, and walked straight in. Looking past the dead Iranian, he walked up to Michael. "Mate... damn, I... Sorry I cracked. Bastard had an AK centimetres from my face." Keal looked around and saw David, "Also, thanks for the help with that guy with the knife. The idiot might have killed me."