Building Assault [CLOSED]

[Kejoh]

As the SpecOps team sat in the van, waiting for the green light, they reviewed the situation so far. The Crimson Hawks, a relatively new but tenacious insurgent group, had stormed into a primary school. They had captured every child inside, along with most of the staff. Intel on pretty much anything else was limited. There were, supposedly, at least 30 men inside, probably more, all armed and prepared to kill. They had begun negotiations, but things had gone badly, and an execution was threatened. At 2:51 pm, just before the school should have closed, the van pulled up outside. The team of 5 men, equipped with their own gear, lined up outside. The plan was to take it one room at a time, staying in a group, and to try and be as silent as possible. They had an intel man outside, waiting to get a live feed running as soon as possible. However, that could take a while, and no-one was prepared to risk a child's life. Scanning the possible entry routes, the leader, Joe Reilly, selected a small door at the back of Room 37, on the first floor. The shutters on every window had been drawn, and he knew it was going to be a risk to go in through and door. However, he saw no tactical value in the room, it being out of the way and also low down, so he trusted his insticts and chose it. Clutching his Supressed SMG close, he stepped up to the door. He gave a thumbs up to his men, and awaited a go-ahead from each one. They didn't know exactly what the Crimson Hawks wanted, that information was deemed unnecessary, but they knew there would be no hesitation from any insurgent about shooting them or a hostage.

The map we're using:

[Solm]

Jeff Hunt, an expert in hand-to-hand combat, master of martial arts, gave a thumbs up. He loaded his mp5 and made sure his flash and sun grenades were all ready. He tightened the rope around his hands and put on his special made gloves. His hands were his most sacred weapons.

He held the gun and stared at O'Reilly, ready to walk in. He crouched lower and gleamed at O'Reilly waiting for a response.

He was ready, ready to kill the Crimson Hawks and take back the hostages, but he wasn't impatient or over estimating himself or under estimating his enemy. He was skillful, not bloodthirsty. He overviewed possible enemy positions in his head.

[Mossat]

Dietrich lit up his cigarrette with the pilot light of his MAW-10/FT, casting a blue glow on his face. He took a drag and savored the flavor of the cigarrette, the feeling of smoke entering his lungs. He blew it out with a puff, likening himself to a fire-breathing dragon as he turned the light on and off, checking to make sure that it worked well.
Absently, he drew his KM2000 wsternized tanto from its sheathe. He flipped it over a few times, gave it a twirl on the ring he placed there. That knife was his, and he customized it heavily for himself. Any tango who got in his way would get cut down like a farmer reaping grain.
As he returned it to his sheathe, the team leader gave a thumbs up. Dietrich spat out his barely-smoked cigarrette, a habit of his, and stamped it out. He fixed the suppressor of his MAW-10/FT, a 5.3mm caseless assault rifle, fitted with a 100-round magazine which for such large capacity was quite compact, and rested against the left side of the rifle. At the bottom in bullpup was a canister approximately the size of a water bottle, tucked behind Dietrich's right arm. This canister fed pressurized gas to the FT's flamethrower. If any tangos got any ideas about taking them on in a wide-open area, he would give them a preview of where they would end up.
Dietrich pulled down his gas mask, which had both a mic for communication and a wide single lens for peripheral vision. He thumbed the charger switch at the rear of the grip, the rifle's *chick-chack* resounding well in his heart.
He gave the thumbs up and keyed his mic.
"Jonas, do you read me?"

K-66 Kamyira Gunship
"We read you, Dietrich. We have you on SATCOM," spoke Capt. Jonas Langley of Squad 0307. "We will provide overwatch in the Kamyira, as planned. Karmine will provide sniper support should you need it."
Karmine Braun racked the bolt of his Tronsham 1510 sniper rifle. The electronic scope would give him all the edge he needed should the terrorists decide for anything that the ground team couldn't handle. Karmine could also target tangos that were perched on the roof of the school when the battle got too hot. If anyone tried to escape, the Kamyira would be invaluable in chasing them down.

[Ceannairceach]

Trent was watching all over, his eye's darting between his MP5 and the surrounding envirnment. He saw Reilly give a thumb up for the ready, and he responded with the same gesture. He checked his weapons and made sure everything was in place before saying a small prayer for the children and people inside, and one for the other Spec Ops. He opened his eye's and looked at the faces of everyone, especially Jeff's. He had a ready to kill motif, but seemed at ease with the situation, not at all worried. He waited for the others, deep in prayer.

[Kanistor]

Ali Al-Rashid Saeb was, in the stereotypical eye, a terrorist. The recent, modern, Jihads were taking a toll on how people viewed persons of his ethnicity. He felt the 'eye' everywhere. At airports, in area of business, and especially in the city streets of Kanistor. Although his motives were never told, this is why he chose to join the Military. To break a tread that wasn't really there. He wanted to prove that not everyone matching a physical description had the same hidden agenda as a minority taking things to an extreme.

He sat in a van, staring at the elite of the elite in the country. Trent, Reilly, and Dietrich. All names ready to make an impact on the world. His world. The world of the Global War on Terrorism. The World of the young students facing death for going to school. The world of men, the Crimson Hawks, proving once more to the world that men of a certain color and physical appearance are aiming to enslave your children, rape your wife, and then behead you.

He had a map of the Sequoia Primary School in front of him. He hoped to get into the school quickly and set up a secure room to be used as an Operating Room. This room could be used to set up secure radio links, keep extra ammunition, and keep students safe during the Operation. He hoped to get a room on the top floor, that way they could secure the Tea Garden, all the stair entrances, and keep the whole upstairs as their own hold-out position because it would be so easy to secure. He wondered where the students where, and more importantly, where the Crimson Hawk members and the mole were. He waited in the back of the van, ready to move...

OOC: My guy has a map, here:

[Songri]

Kurl Wilhelm was a towering giant of a man who lived a shit life and was always in trouble with the law, well at least until a stint in prison for assault brought him into contact with a member of the Crimson Hawks who had recruited him upon him leaving jail. He found that his casual brutality fit right in with the Crimson Hawks and he quickly rose to the top. Now this was his first chance to prove he had what it took to plan and lead a Crimson Hawk attack. He had taken part of many such operations like this around the world, but this was the first where he was the one leading it. As he looked out the window at the ring of police and media crews he scowled. Some governments would have caved in already, it seemed this one would need some incentive. Grabbing the year 3 student he had selected in one hand he picked up his mobile phone and dialled a number he knew would get answered by the police negotiator. "I've been more than resonable with you, but I'm starting to lose my patienace. You have our demands and unless you supply what we asked for you will see more of this." With that he hung the phone up and threw the screaming girl out the second story window. As she fell down three sepereate guns opened up from windows with line of sight and the girl was dead before she hit the ground. Kurl knew that his men would quickly relocate, and if anyone tried to recover the childs broken body they would not only come under fire, but for every bullet shot outside the building another hostage would join her on the ground. Turning around he walked back into his selected room and settled down to wait, the other 11 children and the staff member who had to watch over them and keep them quiet huddled in a corner as far away from him as possible.

[Dimoniquid]

James opened the file in the office. It said:

Sit rep
Operation DISTINCTION
Aim:To terminate primary target and give intel on other operations.
NB: Targets' objectives known - Attack and capture hostages at a school and hold a ransom - one hostage killed per hour ransom isn't answered.
Real name of target: Kurl Wilhelm
Location at the moment - unknown. Intelligence shows that he is on the way to gather more members and start the attack.

Special circumstances during covert mission: Special operations team must not be eliminated - if so, mission is failed at all costs.

Target:
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 6'6", slim build, fairly muscular,
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Lump on right cheek due to wound never healing properly.
BACKGROUND:A towering giant of a man Kurl was always in trouble with the law until a stint in prison for assault brought him into contact with a member of the CH who recruited him upon leaving jail. He fodun that his casual brutality fit right in with the CH and he quickly rose to the top. He recently submitted a plan for a hostage taking of a high school (Year 7-12) and it was approved. He was assigned a squad of veterans and partnered with the Elite and he pulled together a band of militia for his attack.

OTHER TARGETS: None.

"Okay."
"James?" Sarah said, as she leaned on the wall.
"Aye?" James said, as he quickly closed the folder, and slid it into his bag.
"What happens after? I mean, once we have our shares... what happens?" She asked, sitting on a chair.
"I don't know. Hopefully... we'll leave terrorism." James said, comforting her.
"Okay. By the way, anything on the CCTV?" She asked.
"Nope. Zit. Squat." James replied. She walked out the door. James waited for her leaving, and then slid the door shut, just close enough to see if anybody were to come through, "Control, room AC2 is clear, and just remember - the hawks have eyes. Everywhere. Keep to the locker rooms, and be silent."

[Kanistor]

"Control, room AC2 is clear, and just remember - the Hawks have eyes. Everywhere. Keep to the Locker Rooms, and be silent."

The news echoed inside the van. Saeb wanted to be the first to map out a good Infiltration route but he needed more. The closet entrance to the Locker Rooms were in the back of the Big Gym. This WOULD be a great spot to Infiltrate if he knew that several CH Members weren't behind the door. It was a natural Blind-Spot from the second floor, being blocked by a ledge from the roof. They wouldn't have to worry about the rooms surrounding it, because although the Pool was the only room with any glass, it was blocked by the Men's Locker Room after a certain point. If they could make it about 10 Yards in that direction without being seen they could infiltrate the gym without any other distractions. The only entrance to the school was halfway across the building, not to mention these were the main entrance. The Operatives either had to ignore the Locker Rooms all together or be sure they could Infiltrate the Big Gym without a hitch, or at the very least, be able to slip without losing their stealth. That's when it hit him. "Did any of you think to bring a Snake-Cam?" said Saeb in the back of the silent van.

[Solm]

That's when it hit him. "Did any of you think to bring a Snake-Cam?" said Saeb in the back of the silent van.

"I have a snake-cam," said Jeff Hunt. He pulled it out of a long pocket stretching on his pants. He smiled at the rest of the men. Jeff was calm, he was always calm, he saw first hand the little girl be killed and he was still calm. That was a unique characteristic about him. He was calm, and could think more clearly than must. That is what made him were he is today and with his expertise in martial arts.

Jeff glared at a map sprawled out, AC2 was cleared. But it was on the second floor, that was the only room that they know defiantly and it didn't really matter. They would go in at room 37 at the door their. He was ready to go, and wanted to have some fun.

OOC: I can't tell is AC2 on the second floor or on the first. I thought it was right above the little wing with the auditorium.

[Dimoniquid]

"Dude. Radio. I can direct you through, but it'll take some time... getting a perfect route without the anybody noticing... well... it's going to be hard. The first thing you need to do is get to the back entrance - just by the woodshop. After there, sneak round the back to room AC2. Be aware of the second floor. That's where our target is. I trust you have the sit rep?" James radioed back, checking the CCTV and his map.

[Ceannairceach]

Trent heard the news, but was to focused on the girls crippled body to care. He thought "No one deserves to die like that. No one except the people" He heard their Intel guy ask if we had a sit rep. He said "Yea, I have one. Won't it be difficult getting to the second floor though?"

OOC: the woodshop is on the second floor. theirs a little box under room 106, 105, and 104 that says that everything above it is 2nd floor.

[Dimoniquid]

"Yea, I have one. Won't it be difficult getting to the second floor though?"

"Not if I can redirect the guards... time for the fire bell, yes? There's a guard room straight by the stairs. Filled with hostages, and one member on guard - I'll set the firebell down the hall way, towards the second group. After you've gone round the back of Brewster Avenue, climbed over, the fence, you wait for my signal then get up the stairs to the second floor. Got it? Wait... someone's coming. Radio you after." James explained, then slid the radio into his bag.
"James, I'm so bored... can you think of anything to do?" Sarah said, as she opened the door.
"Meeh... you could help me with the CCTV. Just type in the manufacture script, and we'll have control over everything." James replied.
"Script?" Sarah asked, gob smacked. She closed the door.
"She's gone. You have the idea?" James asked, sliding the radio out again,

[Mossat]

K-66 Kamyira
Jonas snarled with disgust and anger as a student was thrown out of the building and brutally gunned down. Someone was already dead, and thee Crimson Hawks had blood on their hands.
Karmine braced to take a shot.
"Negative, Karmine, hold your fire. Deet, did you hear that?"
"That's a roger, Jonas, but negative on visual. What the hell happened?" Dietrich responded.
"They killed one of the hostages."
"Already?!" Dietrich exclaimed, and swore. "They're gonna pay for that and every kid they kill. I'm gonna find that guy and make him burn!"
"Go ahead and do that, but remember your primary objective is to infiltrate with stealth and secure the hostages. Don't go and make any personal vendetta your goal, understand?"
"Roger," Dietrich said with venom, "bumsender Crimson Hawks..."

[Kanistor]

Saeb thought the plan was stupid. Why risk the detection when we can just clear the Big Gym and hide in the Locker Rooms to wait for more Intel? Saeb thought of once more to speak to the man behind the radio...

"Mole," said Saeb, "What is the status in the Big Gym?"

Saeb had to reiterate that this was a great place to Infiltrate from. The second floor's windows were blocked by the Roof Ledge from about 100 feet away, there were no windows facing this entrance, and they already knew the Locker Room's were safe.

[Dimoniquid]

"Mole," said Saeb, "What is the status in the Big Gym?"

"You thought the plan was stupid, didn't you? Saeb, I know you. In fact too well. The big gym isn't taken, but there's five members in the MPR room, which is less than 50 yards away from you if you decide to take it. Still wanna go with my plan? Trust me, the guy in room 138 is stupid, he'll go with anything." James radioed back.

[Solm]

Jeff Hunt stood up to view the rest of his squad, they were still planning a way to get in. "Well , let's stop sitting here, They will kill more hostages, we don't even know if this mole is telling us the truth he could be working for the other side." he said "We should go in the door by Room 37, its perfect we can clear Room 37 make ourselves to the stairs across the hall and clear the tea garden from atop, what do you think?"

Jeff was smart, clever, and calm. He looked at one of the men, it looked as if he was praying, he put his fist in the middle and waited for the rest of the team to join him, they were going do this now or never. He decided now.

[Ceannairceach]

Trent shook his head. "Attack the area where they'll have a good amount of guards? Yea, right. I'm good for either the gym or the wood room. Either way we'll have to deal with the damnable guards. I think that we might wanna consider the small gym as a alternative for the large gym. Much smaller, and probably not as many guards." He triple checked his guns and went to sharpening his machete, and said "But if we go through the woodshop, their are a lot of improvised weapon choices. Saws, hammers, nailguns, the works. Like I said, I'll go for either. Or we could split up." He saw the fist and said "You know what? why not." He put his fist in and said "You get me killed, and I'm going to rise and murder YOU."

[Solm]

"No," said Jeff, "We will not split up, it will leave us more vulnerable, we must stick together." Jeff looked at the faces of his comrades, he could read faces pretty well. "The wood shop is on the second floor, how do we get up there?"

Jeff looked at the map once again, before giving an answer to the gym. "There doesn't seem to be any doors in the gym going outside, we could try to the small gym, there seems to be a door at room 7." I am fine going in there taking the Small Gym and sweeping the first floor from west to east, then moving to the second floor?" Jeff once again studied the faces, he tightened his belt and made sure his guns were set, "We have to decide now, or we lose another hostage," he added.

[Dimoniquid]

"Radio. Again. At least let go of the receiver. There's a member in room 108, second floor, about 60 to 70 yards if you take the small gym." James said, interrupting the conversation. He was starting to get jealous of Saeb, making all the decisions, getting all the girls. And he hated Kurl being head of everything. Maybe, just maybe, he might be able to get he wanted for a change.

[Ceannairceach]

"You have to learn when I'm joking. I'm not gonna split. I'll die. And that seems like a solid idea. I think we should get going ASAP, before they throw another little kid out that window. Now, if we can get to the gym, it would be a good place to rally to, but think. What if they want to bar the doors, and they go to the gym to find polls. It would ruin our Op, and all the lives in that building. Maybe we could send one their to check it out before we all run into the gym for a work out. Otherwise, I vote gym."

[Dimoniquid]

"Well, my plan failed."

[Ceannairceach]

"Yea, sorta did. Hey, wait. Aren't moles blind?"

[Solm]

"We have snake cameras to see inside, and we won't be there long, just go in, clear it, and start clearing other rooms, but I agree we need to stop talking and start acting" Jeff said in a very clear voice, "Driver, take us 50 yards from the entrance near room 7."

Jeff yelled "You with me?" and waited for a response, he looked at the captain for this op, he had been very quiet for awhile.

[Dimoniquid]

"Yea, sorta did. Hey, wait. Aren't moles blind?"

"Whadda you mean by that? Oh, I know where my squad was placed."

[Ceannairceach]

"We have snake cameras to see inside, and we won't be there long, just go in, clear it, and start clearing other rooms, but I agree we need to stop talking and start acting" Jeff said in a very clear voice, "Driver, take us 50 yards from the entrance near room 7."

Jeff yelled "You with me?" and waited for a response, he looked at the captain for this op, he had been very quiet for awhile.

Trent let out a puff, and said "Yea, I'm with you...." He turned to his radio and said "Mole, it was a joke. Don't be so up tight." Trent crossed himself and said to himself "I swear, people are so wound up..."