A Time Of Troubles CLOSED, TG if Interested

[McNernia]

The Mcnernians were already moving, the SF troopers had decided to go in from two points, two sides of the roof, get down to the ground floor, what was needed was a diversion, the air traffic going in to Heathton airport had been flying a bit lower and over the embassy. 45 soldiers would be executing the assault, news helicopters had been kept back. Two choppers would deliver the teams to the roof of the embassy, then one would move from the roof to the back of the embassy. The signal to move. A shot.

The sniper was in a window across the street, it was clean shot to the man with the gun.

BANG

"GO, GO, GO, GO".

The 1st team repelled down the wall, the rooms were confirmed as empty. They broke in through the windows, jammers were running on the frequencies the mines were rigged to go on. The second team entered through the stairs from the roof, the two units cleared the rooms with practiced precision. The terrorists when they were found were shot dead.

[Daejong]

SAS was one of best trained men Mcnernia had. Terrorists quickly got overpowered. They stood no chance for trained Mcnernian men. SMGs were chattering while terrs were falling on the ground, not to mention that about 9 out of 15 have surrendered instantly, or were too stunned by flashbangs to move. In less than 30 seconds the embassy was back under governmental control.

Into the place where hostages were held flashbangs were thrown. The problem was that two terrorists were lacking. They were nowhere to be seen.

[McNernia]

GRIFFINDON
Daejongan Embassy

The Mcnernians swept the ground floor with AR9S rifles, they wore black kit with gas masks over their faces and helmets on their heads. One man pulled a tablet from his back.

"Get up all of you." The SAS hauled the hostages, still dazed to their feet, the surrendered terrorists were hauled into the backs of MRC Bearcats. The Security Service had sent some officer to the scene. Hostage faces were checked, the Mcnernians mounted a search of the Embassy for the two other terrorists, and well they could only be hiding among the hostages or in the basement. They were going to be found. Hostages were checked.

"Where are the terrorists, there are two missing."

The basement was checked, gunshots indicated that the terrorists had been found. They were hauled wounded up the stairs from the basement code room. Mission complete

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FROM: HM Emilion IV
TO: HIM Sindeok I
SUB:Your Embassy in My Captial
SEC:TOP SECRET

 Greetings

 I am pleased to report that the Special Air Service and the Special Task Force concluded an operation today that eliminated a 16 strong Red November cell that had taken over the Embassy of the Empire of Daejong in the capitol of Griffindon. 

[McNernia]

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FROM:Jeremy Blakeford MD6/MSIS, Peter FitzRyan MD5/MSS
TO:Stuart Charlingham ALBION HQ FIC ASIS
SUB:OP SANGUINE
STATUS:Priority 1
SEC:TOP SECRET-ALBION EYES ONLY

 Greetings

 We did not know that the ASIS was engaged in operations on Mcnernian soil. None the less we are pleased to hear that there is some evidence regarding Shane has come up. The man is of interest and thanks very much Stuart for the intelligence regarding Seamus Harris, we have had some academics under surveillance. The Professor of Political and Social Science of Oxtower University-Retired will be handed over to us if you find . We have had our suspicions about him and we have our own deep cover operators within the MPLP and the MNPLA, the Internal Affairs organ within the MNPLA must have ferreted him out, they are quite good at that. And we belive Harris is the head of that organ and Jackson is his deputy

 Through one of our informants who got into the supply chain we had a lead on a Central Committee member known as ARSENAL, the one responsible for the supply of the MNPLA, the SAS attempted to capture ARSENAL at the targets base but the target had fled from the scene. The informant has been determined as possibly turned by the Internal Affairs unit of the MNPLA to relay information on who is being targeted by the Security Forces to the MNPLA. And well the operation has been approved by the Minister of the Interior, the Prime Minister and the King providing a SAS team accompanies the OXIDIE BLACK force.

[Antrema]

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FTAO Jeremy Blakeford MD6/MSIS and Peter FitzRyan MD5/MSS
From ALBION
RE: OP SANGUINE
Encryption Level: ICELINE
We had an opportunity to tail a suspect wanted by the police back at home. We will try and bring Harris or Jackson in alive, but if they resist they maybe killed. Thanks for the tipoff regarding the commo's internal affairs people. The undercover policeman is tailing the informant as we speak and may arrive by sea. OXIDE BLACK will infiltrate at 35,000ft an 8 man team, their best. They will drop into a DZ in uncharted terrain aka No Man's Land, a remote location that is at distance from security forces and enemy forces. Request you allocate your Increment from M SAS to RV at the DZ and carry on from there. Should OXIDE BLACK arrive early, they will be wearing a mix of mufti and US camo and armed with Russian firearms. Will open a file on designate ARSENAL but we consider him a low priority, if we hit the enforcers informant handling will be like clockwork.


Norsex Harbour, Mcnernia
Molloy was travelling incognito. Connor had left the country and was now somewhere in Norsex laying low. He had phoned ahead to inform the hard-boiled copper that he was going underground in what the Macs had designated a No-Go-Area. That was all that was needed. He left his warrant card at home, given the risk that Shane might I'D him Molloy was willing to take the risk so he brought a Glock 17 with him, port security was seen to be lax these days or maybe FitzRyan from MD5 had instructed Customs to give him a fake search. He calls Connor and tells him he has arrived, before going to look for a safehouse to set up camp.

REDACTED, above Norsex Province, Mcnernia 00:00AM
The C-130 was flying at 35,000ft above Mcnernia. The aircraft had been darkened to avoid detection, the Charlie Tangos had been known to shoot at aircraft but nothing high up in the atmosphere. In the back were the Antremian Secret Intelligence Service's SWAT team, an 8 man section reformed and retrained following the Rhodesia-Sokolovka War. Thanks to the Intel, ARSENAL was confirmed a player who supplies the bandits, however to Antremian eyes he was considered a low priority. Their targets on the wet list are Shane, Harris and Jackson: all enforcers working to protect the structure and information key to the objectives of the respective terrorist organizations they work for. Should Harris and Jackson be both killed or arrested the ability for the reds to subvert and terrorise without infiltration and exposure will drop heavily. The lineup was as before but Tango 8 was missing and Delta 56 had been dead for nearly a year. Everyone was lost in their thoughts, due to the fact they were here to save one of their own. The following codenames consist of OXIDE BLACK:
Senior Officer Alchemy 6: IC1, AN-94 with GL, Assassin
Officer Fox 3: 2IC, AK-74 with GL, Infiltrator
Chief Agent Zulu 17: Crew Chief, RPK-74, Interrogator
Senior Agent Ocelot 99: AEK-971 with GL, Counter-Hacker
Higher Agent Life 4 : Vz-61, Surgeon
Special Agent Victor 27: Uzi, Arms Supplier
Special Agent Iroquois 501: Dragonuv, Assassin
Agent Renovatio 0: AKSU-74 with GL, Hijacker

[McNernia]

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FROM: Sir Jeremy Blakeford MD6/MSIS and Peter FitzRyan MD5/MSS
TO:ALIBION
RE:OP SANGUINE
SEC: TOP SECRET

 The SAS is to take custody of Harris and his Deputy, Jackson. ARSENAL as far as we know is on the run, in the deep country. No need for opening a file ALBION on one of our terrorists. We have him under surveillance, looking for him. The business of sending a Increment team is no object, the terrain is not uncharted, it is a more wooded area of the country, such is Eastern Norsex and much of the interior. The undercover policeman will be given a fast track through customs by the MRC Customs and Excise Command 

NORSEX HARBOR

The Customs officers had Molloys name on file, the senior duty officer looked at some camera footage, the passenger ship service along the coasts was one thing that the people like, helping to clear some of the roads and move cars into the more remote parts of the country. MSS Officers were mixed into the customs force, a man watching the people coming to the terminal, INTERNATIONAL ARRIVALS. Molloy would have his passport checked.

"Ah, Antremian, Booth 5. Visa free." Then the senior passport officer had him in file, he was MSS as well, also the man at the desk. "Go right ahead sir." Then there was a car waiting and a driver who had secured the luggage of the Detective. A white board he had read MALLOY MV GLASSHILL. "Well Mr Malloy please come with me, friends have hired a car for you." He was lead outside and the door on a SUV with tinted windows was opened there was a man inside. Peter FitzRyan, Director-Marshal of MD-5 the MSS.

"Welcome to Mcnernia Detective Sargent."


MSAS Echo 1-1 REDACTED

The eight trooper team waited in the woods near the dropzone, they were outfitted in modern kit, they were Mcnernian Special Air Service through and through. And really good at what they did which was to aid the MSIS in in their missions. And now they would be helping a band of foreigners who had come to Mcnernia in pursuit of one of their own. The men looked around, this was a large no go area, a small country in its own right cause the people supported the Commos or were terrified by them. The Special Political Groups and the Peoples Intelligence Directorate but that was irrelevant.

"Here they come boss, I can see chutes." One man pointed up to the sky.

"Yeah, I see em, eight bloody chutes."

"Hope the locals dont spot them."

And they did not, the "Peoples Republic of Mcnernia" so called lacked air defense. So the OXIDE BLACK team landed unmolested. The MSAS came to greet them. Challenges were issued. "Welcome to Mcnernia."

[Neu Engollon]

MRAF DAIKU

Major Vedaggio and Sergeant Kerstaklios arrived back at the barracks just in time to stop Lieutenant Chen and two other troopers from heading out to observe a SAS mission.

"Decline the invitation. The higher ups want us on a plane out of here pronto."

"We're going home, you mean?" Master Sergeant Pak seemed rather excited at the prospect, which was weird as he seemed to be getting along rather well with the locals. Turns out, unbeknownst to the group, things had turned sour between him and his special Kaisongese lady friend. Despite picking up the local language easily, with a background in several Chinese and Korean dialects, the cultural difference had been insurmountable between the Korean NCO and the local woman, as things had gone beyond casual.

"Negative. We're moving ops to McNernia proper. Griffindon and possibly Norsex. Things have gotten fairly stabilized here with the KIPFA and UFF, so they want us up where more of the action is going on to combat the MNPLA." He didn't bother to mention that should their contract end here, they would most likely head straight to Hutanjia and not back to the USG island base. They all knew that, but most considered Hutanjia a second home at this point.

Sergeant Major Remier questioned,
"Combat? Like beyond observing and recording?"

"That's right, Top. They want us active now - shootin', snoopin' and poopin'. No more simple observe and report. We'll be fighting right alongside their boys, or running our own ops. Things are really starting to unravel up there. They've got Antremians, and several other friendlies pitchin' in, too. There's also pro-governmental militias, and a bunch of foreign nationals, both friendly and hostile. The sitrep is complicated. We will be briefing on the plane ride in and once we get to Griffindon."

Lieutenant Chen piped in,
"I heard that since the Kenega Accords in Hutanjia, the Macs are pulling out a lot of their troops that are needed back here."

"You heard right, L-T. They're scaling back on commitments elsewhere and focusing on the home troubles, which is what they should be doing. Accorzu, enough chat. Top, let's get it in gear here."

Sergeant Major Remier snapped into action,
"Accorzu, Sir. Awright, ya heard the Major, otteni-prep wer! Let's get 'er done."

Lieutenant Roger Joseph was one of the men packing up. He had been borrowed from Kappa Co, Schwyz Regiment, mainly because he was a Mcnernian national that had formerly served in their SAS before coming to the USG. His experience and familiarity would be invaluable in the coming days ahead. He wondered at the possibility of visiting family during off hours once they had settled in to their new base.

Within 20 minutes, the contingent, consisting of handpicked USG troopers mostly from the 8th and 9th Platoons, Zeta Co, Uli Regiment, were ready to go. They loaded up onto vans and headed to the tarmac.
The MRAF C-130 that would take them to Griffindon was fueled and waiting as they loaded up their gear and climbed aboard. Within the hour, they were in the air, leaving the beautiful Kaisong Islands for Mcnernia.

[McNernia]

NEU ENGOLLON

The local forces had the Communists well in hand so the Mcnernians were shifting more towards the home front, if there was anything forces returning from Hutanjia were deemed enough to handle the sitiuation in addition to the RKIDF, the RKIPF was doing quite well in the keeping of order in the Island chain. The business of Norsex was another matter, several Constabulary officers had been killed, the Army was out more and more which was not good. The terrorists had been operating in larger numbers. The C-130 was used for the courier tasking, delivering the mail and critical parts and some personell and SF.


"This is your captian speaking this is a flight to the Mainland on this C-130M aircraft."

The plane took off and flew for several hours, four towards the Raj, the plane had to offload some equipment at Abottad Imperial Air Base, then the next leg of six hours MRAF Bloomveld in South Afrolia and then on to the Mainland on a ten hour flight. The plane put in to land at RAF Griffindon, the base was bustling as RAF transports brought in troops from Hutanjia, they were Havenians, the feared 1st Kings Havenian rifles, other soldiers arrived in transports marked. Royal Outer Havenian AIr Force, these men were Russinyans, they wore Red berets.

The USG men were conducted into barracks. They would be going into town tomorrow.

[Antrema]

Platinum, Antrema, Two days earlier
Alchemy 6, the most lethal and effective asset in A SIS was given the task of tracking down Shane and bringing him to justice. He wanted to bring a former spook back into play for 'one last job'. He heads for a garage downtown, an old-school petrol station with workshop. He spots Renovatio 0 chatting up a comely young woman whilst giving her Mini Cooper an oil change. A radio was playing somewhere. Renovatio's facial appearance changes as he sees his former colleague approach the station. He was smiling to himself being in the company of a stunner but now he felt cold and angry now that someone from his past had arrived at his new workplace.
"Hey, I need to speak to someone about a horse. You look kosher for the job."
The blonde turns to Renovatio, "Do you two know eachother?"
"Yeah we used to work together. Excuse me for a minute luv, I'll come back to you very shortly."
"Oi oi, howizit?"
"Not bad not bad mate." Alchemy replies as they head for a secluded office.
"What are you doing here?"
"I've come here to give you a job."
"Just fucking typical." Renovatio pulls out a cigarette and starts smoking.
"It's not just any job..."
"It's a job that sets you for life, look my friend died in some Slav infested hellzone and the last thing I need is to follow in his footsteps."
He pauses and takes a drag.
"Those things can kill."
"Did Albion send you?"
"No, I am doing this as it's my op."
"You don't get it do you. All this subterfuge, all this murder, sabotage, bribery and the like."
"We did it because it maybe necessary."
"For you? Or for the establishment?"
"We are spies we have to do this in order to safeguard our nation, our empire from harm. Because no one else will."
"And what does that do to your soul? What does it fucking do?"
Alchemy stayed quiet.
"Exactly what I thought. It eats your soul and everything you stand for. How can someone sleep let alone live with a burden that huge? How? If you excuse me I have to change this lady's oil. A lot more cleaner work than what you do for a living."
"OK, the job is straight from the top, we go to Mcnernia and take out some communists."
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT IT!"
"YES YOU DO! MCNERNIA HAS BEEN A GOOD ALLY TO US IN THE PAST. If we don't take them out Mcnernia will collapse and that is not good for our foreign interests."
Renovatio shrugs.
"So what? The Macs can handle it themselves, they can call the Anti Communist Alliance for help."
"Foreign affairs clearly is not your expertise. The ACA disbanded a little while back. The Macs can't call for help on this one."
"Can't you understand? No means NO! I don't want to get involved, now please leave."
"I am sorry, I guess I was wrong." Alchemy then walks for the door and pauses.
"You talk about the burden of the job right? Well here is another burden you will bear. Tango 8 has been kidnapped by these commo bastards, if we don't get him he dies. Do you want that on your conscience? Another thing, these people kill civilians for a living. I do not want the burden of having another member of my team die along with many innocent people at the hands of Marxist murderers, if we secure and retrieve Tango 8 and nick the targets many lives will be saved. I promise you that. I am merely asking you to come with me. If not that's your choice not mine. I'll leave my card here if you reconsider." He walks out the door and vanishes.
Renovatio goes back to work on the Mini chatting with the blonde woman.
"Just about done. Sorry it's taken this long."
"Ah don't worry about it your doing a fine job. Not like all my exes."
"You married?"
"Lord no! Not even in a relationship too much hassle."
"Same thing in my last job, I went overseas for a bit and it was just too much."
"Maybe you haven't found the right bird."
"You defintely have not found the right guy. Or maybe we both have found someone and don't yet know it."
The woman showed a subtle sign of interest in what he said.
"And how would you know?"
"When I do you'll be the first to know."
"Your name is Sam right?"
"Sami with one m and an I."
The radio had stopped playing tunes and was now broadcasting a bulletin regarding the insurgency in Mcnernia. Several citizens had been killed in the crossfire between terrorists and loyalist gunmen. Sami frowns as what was been said.
"I wish some people would just stop and ask the ordinary people what they want. Instead of just killing eachother, its all a powergame in the end."
"They always say they fight for the people and then once in power they just shit on them. A never ending circle. Anyone who criticises the freedom fighters gets silenced or threatened."
"And how would you know that? One mans terrorist is another mans freedom fighter."
"Freedom fighters never murder civilians, one mans terrorist is not another mans freedom fighter if he deliberately kills ordinary people. I have a friend over there who is carrying a burden, a burden to expose those who do harm and end all the killing."
"But why would a mate of yours, and I am not saying he is a bad guy, go to another country and risk his life for cause that is not in our interest?"
Renovatio sighed and realised what he was saying. If no one does the right thing then no one can.
"Because Mcnernians have the same Anglian heritage we Antremians have. And if no one volunteers to help an honourable cause who will?"
"Interesting...I've not met a bloke who thinks like you."
"Do you want my number? If anything happens to this Mini, like an electrical failure or a flat tyre I'll give you a hand and a discount."
"Really?" Sami raises an eyebrow and a smile.
"Cross my heart and hope to live!"
"Alright then..."

Present Day, Mcnernian Airspace 00:17AM
The C-130 was nearing the DZ. A red light started to flash. The Loadmaster gives Alchemy the thumbs up.
"ON YOUR FEET!"
Renovatio is in full fighting order, webbing, bergen, firearm, face mask. He has a look of anxiety on his face, one minute he was chatting up a young woman and now he was on a mission of mercy to save an old friend. He looked around and saw his team mates giving him smiles and nods of approval, knowing the extra hand will mean a lot on a mission of this scale. The red light then stops flashing and remains solid.
"CHECK YOUR JUMP KIT!"
The Oxide Black operatives then checked their gear and gave the Loadmaster the nod.
"GET TO JUMP POSITIONS."
The red light dies out and is replaced by a yellow light that turns on. The pilot's voice speaks out over the PA.
"Standby, Standby."
A green light starts flashing as the yellow one dies out.
"Drop the gear."
Two RAF aircrew push several large crates out of the tail of the Herc. The chutes immediately open up. A transponder beacon has been set up and is activated by Alchemy as he presses a button on his watch. The green light goes solid.
"Go."

REDACTED, Norsex City, Mcnernia
Molloy speaks to FitzRyan. "Hello Mr FitzRyan, I want to make this very quick. Is there any other information you have got regarding the MNPLA targets? And do you have a safehouse set up? If so it would make my life easier. But I don't want anyone who smells like police or spooks anywhere near it." The SUV begins to pull away.

REDACTED, Norsex Province, Mcnernia
The spies touchdown right on the DZ, the crates were double chuted retarding their descent. The last thing they needed was to be found by communist terroritsts, but luck was on their side. The SAS were waiting for them. Ocelot approached the troopies.
"Antremian Assassins, service with a smile!"
Alchemy then walked towards them. "I am Alchemy 6, I am the IC1 of Oxide Black. We have four inbound packages they should be landing now."

[McNernia]

REDACTED NORSEX CITY

The car starts to moved off from the harbor, the Director listens to what Molloy is saying, the business of Harris and his deputy Jackson, and ARSENAL the most illusive target. So well the Detective-Sargent wants a safe house without anyone who would cause suspicion. FitzRyan nodded and then spoke. "I see what you are saying laddie, the safe house has been arranged. You will bunk with one of our probing teams."

REDACTED NORSEX PROVINCE

The SAS men wore MPBAS armor and WRETCH helmets they carried AR9 rifles, they had night operations kit on so that gunships overhead could ID them for the purposes of putting down lead if the team ran into any trouble. The lead trooper of the team stepped forward. "Echo 1-1 Alpha 1. That is my call sign, may I ask what is in the crates?"

[McNernia]

28 Daling Street

"I want the threat dealt with Your Highness, your the commander we may need." The Prime Minister was in coference with Prince Emmett fresh of the boat from the Hutanjian War. The men sat in the Prime Ministers sitting room, the room was well made, the ceiling was decorated with a large chandelier. The newly minted Field Marshal had his full dress uniform on with sash and sword. The Prime Minister was dressed in a business suit. The Prince was young, some would say that due to his family he had his baton but well the young man was a relentless leader of men.

He shifted on the white leather sofa, the Prime Minister looked at him and he looked back, Emett knew about what the Prime Minister was asking him to do. Take command of a serious conflict being waged right here at home. His face was reddened from the Hutanjian sun, the prince wore his dress uniform, long pants and black shoes, he wore dark olive green, the new gold Marshals batons were on his shoulders. So he was of rank to be Chief of the General Staff if he so chose. The Soldier Prince looked the Prime Minister square in the face. There was determination in his eyes.

"Ill take command and whip those terrorists."

"Thank you." The Prince left smiling, he had the command he wanted and well the fact that he was good at COIN was necessary to fight the


Norsex

The patrol walked through the pine forest, the mountians were quite lovely, off in the distance was the shriek of an engine and then artillery sounding explosions as shells rained down on the enemy. Ohh wait, bombs, bombs come after the shriek of engines The patrol was out for three days, the three days were coming to and end. The extraction point was a short while away.

"This is Alpha 1-2 SUnray we should be there for the helicopter." The men had their rifles at the ready, the MNPLA had caught several patrols unwares, 2nd Squad of 1st of Alpha Company 1st Battalion of the 7th Griffindon Regiment would not be caught unawares. The troops advanced towards the clearing then something flew overhead close by.

"HIT THE FLOOR DAMN IT." This went out over the intra-squad network, the squad hit the deck looking for targets. "This Alpha 1-1-2 Sunray, one Romeo Papa Gamma, from the 5 o'clock." The squad was already moving out towards the evac point, get out of the area. That was the only imperative, survival. The MNPLA opened up from the sides and the troops returned it They moved quickly through the brush.

"I want that chopper, I need it now." The sound of rotors through the trees was welcome, even more welcome and unexpected was a voice over the radio.

"This is Wraith 1-2 I have you on scopes. 10 Forty-mike-mike at zero -eight meters."

"Lay it on em." There was the sound of shrieking ammunition was heard as the gunship lit up the MNPLA and the Molilor helicopter came in to collect the squad. It was another day in Norsex.

[Mcnernia-]

D15
NORSEX

The MNPLA was gaining popularity, several areas were seen as safe for dissidents who were Communist, the fighters of Detachment 15, D15 moved through the brush, armed with rifles from Strolingrad they were a highly trained force, Norsex would be a death trap for the Empire. In the rural areas often the central Government was absent so the MPLP worked to fill the gaps. Food was arraigned, order was kept and the people were happy.

Detachment 45 was 300 or so fighters strong with light machine guns RPGs and Mortars, they had a Political officer, Captian-Commissar, Timothy Haggarman.

"Well people, we fight because the Government, under the rule of a King and a Parliament that has sold out the Empire to big business is no way to live. We must fight for the common people."

The detachment wore camouflage uniforms and bore the flag of the DRM, the business of fighting the Fascists was nothing new. The Government propaganda did not phase them. D15 was loyal to the cause of Liberation. The cause of freedom, some said that this was a thing that came from Empire, people wanted to offer penance for the native peoples that had been conquered. Then again people were inclined to fight the system.

[Antrema]

Safehouse, Norsex
"OK, but the probing team stays put unless I want them on the move. This is for their own safety."
Molloy had been dropped off at the safehouse, FitzRyan's SUV bombards away down the road. He enters the building and old warehouse converted into a flat now being used by the secret services. Connor had been told where to go for the first meet and he arrives late. Molloy has the probe team located on the floor above so as to keep them out of sight for their own protection. He did not want Connor getting any ideas about who might follow or kill him.
This is a nice getup you've got here...
"You are late. What have you been doing?"
"Asking around but people seem to shy away. It's as if they don't want to be a part of the revolution. Or they are too scared to speak incase they think I am a plod."
"Does the Professor know you are incountry?"
"Yes, I haven't spoken to him yet."
"Give him a call and ask him about the captured spy."
"He'd be getting some torture right now."
"A lot worse will happen to him if nothing is done about it."
"This is what happens when people stick their noses where it doesn't belong!"
"He is risking his life for his country."
"A country that has oppressed my land and its people..."
"Molloy grabbed the collar of Connor's jacket."
"This is no time for dick measuring Connor! Get the fuck out and call Harris!"

REDACTED, Norsex
Alchemy answered the question.
"In those crates are Kawasaki's finest. Lets hope you've got some transport."
The spooks of Oxide Black begin emptying the crates of their contents. The Kawasaki KLX450R offroad motorbike, built for trail riding, endurance and low speed riding. It has a large petrol tank, 449cc four-stroke engine, 18in rear wheel, supple suspension, strong brakes and even an electric start-up. It has a lot of torque and smooth throttle response, achieved by less aggressive interiors in the engine. Nevertheless the KLX is a high speed demon and dedicated offroader.
"Have you pilgrims got stallions?"

MRAF Daiku, Kaisong
Most of the action had shifted towards Mcnernia proper. Things were quiet this time in Kaisong but that didn't affect the alert status for the Royal Air Force's special combat unit 0 Squadron of the SRS. The USGs had moved on up by plane, leaving the Antremian black ops airmen basically stranded, they had not experienced the local nightlife due to standing orders regarding PERSEC. The Squadron Leader had received top secret information regarding an SIS black op deep in-country and he was hoping that the squadron would be getting a tasking order to help Oxide Black. He had contacted his chain of command asking for his unit to be relieved so they could go out hunting. Meanwhile down in the bar the other Rock Apes were having a drink. The Grim Reaper was not happy.
"We've been stuck here for months, and not seen any action from either commies or the local pussy."
"With a face like yours your are more likely to rock the casbah with a buffalo."
"Up yours fatty! Why are the mercs getting the opportunity to slaughter the bandits while we babysit bombs?"
"Because the Schwyzers have combat experience."
"But they haven't even passed Selection."
Chong then joins in on the conversation. "OK but most of us have put our heads above the parapet, and have the know-how when it comes to protecting nuclear weapons. I haven't had any bullet time since the hijacking. We need some leg room soon or we may rot."

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FTAO FHQ Mcnernian Armed Forces, CDS
From PJHQ Antremian Armed Forces, CJO
After evaluating the security situation in your country we ask that we send a small element of the 16th Infantry Division or if not a squadron from the RAF Regiment to relieve 0 SRS so they can engage in ops. We do not have any intel Daiku may be attacked again, but the PM insists a small presence be maintained there while the SRS are transferred to Mcnernia proper.


Telephone conversation believed to be between Nial Connor and Seamus Harris, recorded by Y Duties staff in FIC, ASIS
Some elements of the conversation where removed for security reasons.
"Hello Professor, long time no speak."
"CENSORED"
"Is Shane with you?"
"CENSORED"
"Good. I am glad that Shane is enjoying himself."
"CENSORED"
"You know that capitalist pig you had captured for spying, would you have him..."
"CENSORED"
"You released him? But you managed to bring him back? Thank Marx for that, if you had let him go your cause would've been fucked!"
"CENSORED"
"I need to meet with you, Shane and Jackson. I have an idea but I want to meet at the place where you are keeping the spy, I would love to watch him suffer for his heresies."
"CENSORED"
"Shane is speaking to him? He will wish he wasn't born! Viva la revolucion."


REDACTED, Norsex City
Tango 8 was having a hard time. Some of the guards had beaten him for information, others had beaten him just for pleasure. Shane did it for both, he had fractured one ribcage and dislocated an arm before relocating it back into its socket. Tango was in absolute agony, but he was not saying anything. Shane picked up a metallic stick, wearing an asbestos glove he removes it from a firepit and stands close to Tango.
"What do the Antremian pigs want over here?"
"I cannot answer that question."
"You are not helping, you are hindering a movement. A movement propelled by a community that wants to celebrate its existence and its culture without racial, sexual, religious, social or ideological fear or prejudice. So I will ask again: WHAT ARE YOUR SPYMASTERS AFTER!?"
"I cannot answer that question."
"You will talk sooner or later. I guarantee it". He then stabs Tango in the arm with the red hot poker, branding him in the process.
"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
A guard approaches Shane.
"Comrade, Harris says that Nial Connor is coming here."
Shane gave the guard a look.
"What is he doing here? I suppose that can wait over Irish coffee." He then looks at Tango and motions to the guard. "Take him back to the cells, his suffering will not end yet. I'll speak with Harris, Connor and Mr Jackson when he turns up."

[McNernia]

Safe house Norsex
MD-5/Antermian RNIC

"Well they can take care of themselves and they have training enough to blend in around here. What are you afraid of Sargent?" The SUV dropped off Molloy and then left into the Norsex night, there was a sound of sirens and gunfire. The MNPLA were at it again. There were 6 MD-5 officers on the team. Led by a Major, he was content to stay upstairs with his people and well the room in which he was meeting Connor was bugged, microphones. They listened in on the conversation.

"So well evidently sir they know each other."

"Yeah, I heard quite a bit from the ASIS HIC, something about bloody Borealian terrorists."

"Yeah and well the MNPLA Internal Affairs, either our people our bad or theirs are good."

"This guy is Borealian and well he was a informer to deal with some bloke called SHANE cause of a hijack in Antrema, SAS helped the Antermians deal with it."

"Harris, Harris. Oxtower Uni prof, working for the PLA?" The Major checked some computers. "Well just in Antermian Embassy via Thaldon House. Evidently they know a lot about the MNPLA, that informant is good. Very good. Perhaps you would like to approach him Lieutenant?"

"Damn RNIC SOB wants us out of the way. For your own safety. SOB does not know we can fucking blend in with the best of them."

"Wait something about a Antermian spy?"

"Captured...SAS is on it according to this Thaldon house file."

"Good that the Special Regiment is on it." All of these men would be happy to see the MSAS kicking in the door to save their lives. When the Borealian left the Major went down stairs to talk to the RNIC Sargent. "Well Detective, you may deal with terrorists and well so do we. And we have been here longer than you have. This is our war Detective Sargent. You are here at our leisure. Your informant is our informant. So share some intel huh?"


MSAS NORSEX-REDACTED

The McNernian team leader nodded to one of his friends. "We have what we need. Motorbikes , so that well we can get cross country and we wont have trouble." The SAS men led the way to the packages and there were bikes, camouflage painted with some troopies standing guard.

"We have the packages control."

"Roger that Echo 1-1 proceed."

"Roger, 1-1 out." The connection was cut. "As far as we know Alchemy, Tango-8 is being held in enemy territory. We cannot easily get to him, two battalion-sized units and an elite platoon of the MNPLA, the 5th Special Political Group. Masters of subversion, but we are the M SAS, the damn best troopers in the Army. There were several nods. "Lets go, who dares wins."


MRAF DAIKU

The Antermians were invited to partake with the SAS, the SRS from Mcnernia and the SBS and the STF and the KISFB in killing house exercises. The business of training was what the Mcnernians took seriously. The SF contingents would be staying to possibly secure HVTs if the need should arise. There were SIS officers as well as MRC Special Branch. There was local Special Branch as well. The RAF was inclined to keep the ASRS around, they were good troops. They would get their chance to join in the combat action. A MRAF Air Commodore walked into the bar.

"Alright, Antermians, get your fucking kit in order and then head the hell out to the flight line, your on the C-10 we have waiting." When the came out to the C-10 they would see it was larger than a C-5 Galaxy by quite a bit. The nose door came up and then the ramp came down. A man was waiting. He was a SAS officer with him were several spook-like people.

"Hop in gents."

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FROM: CDS-HMAFM/CINC RKIDF
TO:CJO-HMAFA
SUB:Security Sitiuation
SEC: TOP SECRET-EYES ONLY

 We can confirm the security situation in the Kaisong Islands and well in Norsex the situation is not the best. But it could be much worse so says the Military Intelligence Analysis Unit and MD-5. Elements of the 16th or an RAFR squadron are authorized.   

[Mcnernia-]

REDACTED-NORSEX CITY

The professor hung up the phone, he listened to the man screaming in the next room. The business of Shanes methods was something he would put towards his superior, the Commissioner for Intelligence and Security. He saw the man being dragged by two officers back to the cells. He took a few steps and had a few words for Shane.

"Well, we will have to, I will be talking with him. Thank you very much. You are here at the innovation of the Democratic Republic of Mcnernia, Intelligence and Security Commissariat. I am the Deputy Commissar for Security. And well I have authority to eliminate threats to the Republic and to operations."

The Professor looked at the agent in the cell. "You, get him up." A guard opened the door and then dumped a pot of water on him.

"WAKE UP MOTHERFUCKING FACIST SHIT."

The professor stood over him smiling. "Well, welcome to the world of the living. I wont beat you, Ill leave that to Shane. But well you can avoid a beating by being straight with me." The Professor could play on what Shane had done with this wretched man.

"Well, you dont need to know my name. What is worth more to you. Country or family?"

[McNernia]

Meeting Bunker

There were displays of what the world was like, some things regarding Antrema, the war in Hutanjia and the Northern Emergency. Now it was a place for that most brutal of all things, politics, a meeting between two men. Brian Tyler the Prime Minister and Fredrick Cooper the leader of the opposition. They face each other in conference room 5-A the largest one in the bunker. Tyler removes his glasses and then looks over at Cooper.

"You want, what?"

"New terms for the Democratic Government, Government in general."

"What sort of terms." He raised an eyebrow.

"Well for starters, put at end to the insurgency?"

Tyler chuckled and then raised an eyebrow. "Well Mr Cooper we are doing just that. Working to put down the MNPLA. We have KMSF, and the rest of the Army and the Armed Forces and one of our Allies and a unit of Mercenaries. We are doing all we can."

"The reason there is violence is that well the Communists, these Liberationists is because well. The King."

"The King has nothing to do with it."

"It does. We must be...."

"COOPER. I will not be dictated to. If this is about why you were fucking arrested all those months ago. The CIVIL RIGHTS ACT. is still in place."

"The King is considering going to the Law Lords."

"Well, I know His Majesty and well evidently you must be..."

"I AM NOT A TERRORIST."

"What are you then?"

"I wish for a more democratic Mcnernia."

"Back in 1980 or something somebody read Frank Herbert."

"Well tripods do work." Cooper placed a list on the table.

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1.Review of all further Military Deployments by the full House of Commons

2.The Prime Minister is to handle Foreign Policy and Domestic

3.HM will retain the title of commander in cheif.

4.The Forces will remain HMAFM

5.Taxes are to be reduced

6.Armed Forces funding is to be lowered

7.Negotiations are to begin with the MPLP to bring an end to the war.


"These are some of the terms that the Opposition wants."

"Well I will consider it."

The meeting broke up.

[Antrema]

Safehouse, Norsex
Molloy responded. "OK Major, just make sure you are recording whatever is said between me and MY informant. I do not like dealing with him as he betrayed me in my youth, but he is the key to getting my hands on a terrorist who has evaded justice and committed murder in my country. You guys look like you can handle a shitfest well, but Connor does not know Mcnernia's finest have clocked him and I want to keep it that way as it gives us the advantage. This is your backyard and anything I find out of the ordinary your people will be the first ones to know. In the meantime you'll get some transcripts obtained by the FIC, but Blakeford will get his grubby hands on it before we do: shit rolls downhill!"
He pauses then lights up a cigarette.
"I have a cunning plan, I wait for Connor to meet me back here when he has word of the target's location, that will lead us to the hostage I hope. Half of your team will hide upstairs, the other will be in a van tailing me to keep a rolling surveillance tab. When me or Connor give the signal positively identifying the hostage or Harris, we call in a covert strike team that has been sent in to save the day. We save our hostage, you get your enemy counter-intel targets and I finally can get that fucking idiot Connor out of my life for good."

REDACTED, Norsex Province
Racing through the country, the SAS and Oxide Black force were heading for high ground. Echo 1 and Alchemy 6 had been talking about their next move via radio.
"I've been given an update regarding the targets, Jackson, Harris and Shane are not the type to come in quietly. If we think they are going to escape or double cross us, or if our man Tango 8 is executed we are going to find the targets and make Bloody Sunday look like a pubfight! Except nobody will escape. We need to wait for my contact in Norsex City to give me a sitrep on their location. Hopefully we can get to within yomping distance before anything shit happens. Right now we need to get to high ground and set up camp. Tomorrow the bandits you were on about? 5 SPG? They will know what State Authorized Slaughter will mean!!" He grins and takes the lead of the pack.

MRAF Daiku, Kaisong
The SRS had just finished a tour of the kill house with shotguns and now they had to get changed very quickly before taking off to the Mcnernian mainland. The unit did not like being rushed, however after been given the headsup on their new destination and tasking they were overjoyed. They were now as a full squadron going to 'earn their wings'. Maj-Gen Turk of the Antremian 16th Infantry Division would be heading for Kaisong with a small element of his divisional HQ, the 1st Battalion, the King's Regiment and the 2nd Battalion, the Royal Antremian Regiment. As the 16th was on fire force duty, they had first bags on the trip to Daiku, they would be taking over guard duty at the SAC base sparing up more men. Several VC-10s in Mcnernian markings arrived, very keen to keep Antremian reinforcements as low profile as possible. The squaddies would disembark in the hangers.

REDACTED, Norsex City
Harris and Shane had been talking about Connor's arrival and what services he could provide. Shane had spoken to his superiors via a rerouted signal so as to avoid being traced, the NCRA Council told Shane that Connor maybe put back into play if he proves himself to the Revolution otherwise he would still be suspended.
"Deputy Commissar? I thought a man of your skill would be much higher than that. Mind you a purge every now and then could improve your party status. But we will discuss threats to republicanism after we speak with Connor. My superiors want to put him to good use." He notices Tango 8 being dragged out of the cell.
"Every time I go and correct a bastard's behaviour I tend to beat him up, leave him alone so he can hope and then increase the voltage!"

The darkness disappeared from Tango's eyes as the cold water slapped him awake. Harris questionned him, but got nothing. Shane stubs his cigarette out on his neck. It was a good cop bad cop play, but totally reversed. Hours had bled into days, sleep deprivation had not done him good, half of his strength was sapped. Temptation was calling his name.
Just tell him who you are and what you are doing and this avoidable suffering will trouble you no more. A switch had gone off in his mind, he had been trained in torture methods and resistance himself. Delay the enemy, misinform the enemy, do not let them know of your family. No matter what is said or if they make you choose the lesser of two evils do not say anything. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since he woke up. But he reverts into an automaton. His soul still had strength.
"I am Tango 8. I am sorry but I cannot answer that question."
Shane kicks him in the groin then whispers, "Everyone talks, once they have been broken they will say anything."

[McNernia]

SAFEHOUSE NORSEX PROVINCE
MD-5/Antremian RNIC-Special Branch

"Well I dont see anything wrong with that proposal Detective-Sargent, and well it would be FitzRyan getting the reports and then it would filter down towards us. Need to know basis and all that. We appreciate the recogntion of areas and such and don't order me around otherwise I will blow your brains out if you do something stupid. We know he is your informant but he is on our turf Detective-Sargent so we will respect your rights and we are recording your informant and you. Rest assured of that. We will take your recommendation in, a Command Post upstairs and a team in the van."

"SAS should be able to take the Counter-Intel targets into custody and well we would like to help you get your hostage out." The SS officers worked to prepare the equipment for the mission. Two go to check the van in the estate parking units, they move with weapons drawn and ready.

Back inside the Major continues to talk to Molloy. "Tell me about yourself?"


NORSEX OP AREA
MSAS Echo 1-1

The trees were many and the road was long, the SAS men kept a watchful eye on the trees, the MNPLA was in operation in the area and to run into a major unit of fighters would not be good. Echo-1 nodded at the update for the targets.

"Bloody suspected as much, the business of taking down people like them, we need them alive at all possible. And we don't just have 5 SPG to deal with we will have two other detachments around here about battalion size, they operate like the damn Soviets behind the Gerry lines. The bastards have 80 mike-mike mortars and man portable SAM missiles. Nothing that bad I mean we could have two goddamn motorized divisions between us and the target. Ill say again, Harris and Jackson would be better alive. But if they resist then I have no compuction about killing them. And I am most inclined to deal with a Secret Police hit squad."

"Boss, ridge up ahead. We can make camp there."

"Roger that 2-Alpha."


MRAF Daiku

The VC-10s were shuttled directly off the runway into the massive hangars, the SRS would be departing on a C-10 Minotaur a massive cargo aircraft used to haul main battle tanks but this one would be a special forces transport, there were staff all over the floor, looking at the monitors. The Commander of the KMSF unit wore a tan beret. He was SAS and well he laid out the ground rules.

"Alright gents, passengers area is upstairs, you can parachute out the back ramp when we get in."

He walked away.

[Mcnernia-]

Norsex REDACTED

The Professor listened to Shanes report from the Army Council and then his methods and well he was inclined to agree, the business of these disgusting Facists, the professor loathed physical violence but understood that it would be a necessity. The Antremian would tell all if he had the right incentive to do so.

"Well, keep an eye on Connor, I don,t entirely trust him perhaps. And well I will handle the Antremian, and then well purges would probably be members of the Central Committee against each other. I tend to stay out of such things as the Central Committee, I am a solider in the business of defending the cause of revolution, Bugislavia has the Communists in power, one step closer to a world of the Proletariat."

He similes glancing towards the prisoner. And frowned when Shane kicked him in the groin. "Ill interrogate the man." He walked over to where the prisioner was. "Well You cannot answer that question. All you will tell me is your call-sign." He pulls a small pistol out from his trench coat and then takes it off handing it to a guard. "Let me tell you nothing will be coming to your rescue, no men in black are going to be kicking in doors. If you cooperate you will be spared my friend. If you dont we will make you. Can you tell me your service, if you don't be truthful with me then I do belive I will let my friend work with you."

[Mcnernia-]

Southern Kaisong Islands

The KIPFA D45 Unit was the partisans in this part of the Islands. They were soliders through and through. Some people still supported in the Communists but in the face of RKIDF firepower they could not do much now the regional troops would ignite more wars in the jungle. They approached towards a base of the Police.

"1st Company stand by."

"Standing by".

"2nd Company Standing by."

"Commence the assault."

The fighters fired mortars and rockets at the base and then advanced teams towards the place,the police garrison was hit hard by the assault. When the helicopters arrived the fighters did not have MANPADs or the artillery necessary so they dispersed into the jungle leaving many dead and injured.

[McNernia]

Griffindon
Hydeman Market
Nationalist Rally

The National Salvation League a coalition of right-wing parties held a rally in Hydeman Market square in Griffindon, the leader of the NSL was Ian Fredricks. A man who was not the tallest in the room, nor the youngest or the oldest, wealthy, he was not the most wealthy. But in a time when the Prime Minister and the King were not here for the Empire a voice for the people was found, for their fears. The wild haired and hard faced Ian Fredricks stood at the front of the great shelter that had many people in it. MBC cameras were rolling.

Good People

I come before you to serve and to guide the nation, I come from the school of thought of Raul Martinez of the Southern American Federation. Of the Kaiser of Germany of Luis Castella and Washington Hayes of Emmeria. And well more from the Kaiser then the two Presidents who did not take the action that was necessary , to be willing spill the blood of their warriors.

Through blood is their absolution, for letting the Communists take hold in the north, lawful Provincial Assemblies, Lords-Lieutenant and Prime Ministers of the Provinces in the North are threatened by a Red Blight that is taking hold. And they have rallying points in traitors, traitors to our King Emilion IV, there is one man who should be shot for his sins, shot because he preaches wealth caps and the Glory of Bugislavia. Fredrick Cooper.

The leader of the Opposition has praised, done every thing short of praising those that would destroy all that we hold dear, with the aid of Homosexuals and other miscreants, Anarchist and Edenists. I must confess my respect for the Reds by their destruction of Hillburgh and the Edenist scum even it was for the obtaining of the guns there. Our nation deals with New Edom for they stand in the face of the Communist and Anarchist menace but the fact that they allow such things as Nudist Communes and other things that are places of disgusting debauchery. We must tell the New Edomites that is unacceptable. And unworthy for a power they claim to be.

If I am elected or any of my esteemed colleauges you see here with me today are elected on the by-elections wich if the Prime Minister and the Government that is bowing down before Cooper and his reds persist in their means that do not get results. And well I can see a No-Confidence vote by much of the Government to remove the current Government. Any Government that replaces it must stand strong in the face of Communism, those who support it and those who claim to oppose it but sit on their arses and do nothing.

A Government led by me will make Mcnernia a strong and powerful nation that the world will tremble to face, to know. We must stand with the great powers of the world. Parthia, Germany and so on. We will build an industry of Armaments that is of McNernian not Anemonian or Yohanessian or Eslovakian or Daemyrian or Emmerian. Mcnernian weapons in the hands of Mcnernian soldiers and the warriors of the Empire. And I will bring prosperity to the people, you, those who slave away everyday to make this country great. I will build a state founded on Morality and on Liberality and on Wealth. And PRIDE, PRIDE in being MCNERNIAN, being a solidier of a great power.

What followed were speeches by leaders of various immigrant community leaders and clergy and other right wing politicians. Then a smoke bomb flew into the market and the people panicked and ran two were killed in the rush to escape from the place. People blaimed Communists and Socialists and Homosexuals for the attack. And then there was rioting, businesses were looted and people suspected of Communist action were beaten in the streets.

"BLOODY COMMOS."

"FAGGOOTSS."

This and more was heard from people as they were hauled into the backs of Police vans, no matter how pro-government there was to be no rioting in the streets of the city of Griffindon. MRC troops arrived, black clad troops carrying AR5 assault rifles and LA5 SMGs were deployed in the wake of sweeps by Riot Command teams clad in black and Metropolitan Police officers. CO-19 was on alert and Army Reservists received orders to go to their depots. The people stayed inside their houses, then the Left wing mobs came out.

Youths and other people, often quite poor, people who lived in the lower income districts were coming out in support of the Communists. Red Flags were waving on the streets of the Capitol. The Constabulary acted with brutality against the leftists, people were beaten and dragged into the backs of vans. The riots were bad, rubber bullets and CS gas and then smoke bombs filled the air near the bridges leading towards the Government district.

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Kings Hussars
Regimental Depot, Government District

The big tanks sat in the bays, they had come from Hutanjia to a hero's welcome of sorts, Hutanjia was not very popular at home, now it was to clean horses for some of them, the business of changing the guard outside Government buildings, then again there was...smoke rising from the eastern parts of the City. It seemed interesting that there was prosperity in one part of the city and then poverty in another and then wealth. And now well there was rioting. But what the troopers did not expected was to see trucks marked AMMUNITION. Being brought in under armed guard.

The Colonel of the Regiment came out of the office. A senior Government man got out of the LandRover of the Military Police that was leading the convoy. He had a paper in his hand.

Well that cant be good. Politicians in Army bases with papers.

"Brigadier Thomas Lodoern?"

"Aye. That is me, Colonel of the Kings Hussars."

"You are to load this ammunition into your HT9A7s and then you are to lead your Regiment into the streets to help restore order, other Army units are being brought in as well to support the Police. Commons has convened...look at the order."

The Brigadier looked at it. It was Martial Law, approved by the House of Commons and the Interior Minister and the Defense Minister and the Chief of Defense Staff and the Chief of Army Staff. The Brigadier looked back at the Government man.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Major General Harrison Motten, Security Service. It is bad on the streets."

A officer came over to the two men. "Look at this MBC feed. It is suspected that the MNPLA is involved. Fighters in the streets." The Brigadier gulped. The Royal Armored Corps had not played much of a role in the Emergency thus far. Now well, he would not be a Communist. 'Why send tanks? We wont be much good in an urban enviorment?"

'Indtimidation, disperse the mobs that are causing trouble. Looting and everything."

"Yes Major-General I will assist in the carrying out of the order of Parliament."

The tanks were loaded with full magazines of Ammunition and then with hypebar engines roaring and Military Police vehicles in attendance a Martial Law order was executed to the fullest.

[Mcnernia-]

GRIFFINDON

There were MNPLA fighters in the capitol, that was true. A small unit, from the 75th Raider Company and the 6th Special Political Group had attacked the far-right rally and that had sent off the rioting that had caused martial law across the city. The insurgents had split up, they had to get out of the city, reports of MNPLA units were forcing them underground. In an apartment four terrorists waited.

"Well it seems to be that we have perhaps brought Mcnernia to the edge."

A main battle tank rolled by before the woman continued. "We have to get out."

"No shit, troops are everywhere, Interior Ministry and Army both."

"We have to do something."

"We have to hide now. Disperse."

"We leave and then troops could grab us." They sat tight.

[The UFF of Hutanjia]

DAIKU

Amalia had issued orders to her PAST cell members and they had all grouped back up near the Daiku docks. Over the course of two nights, they slipped on board two fishing trawlers that had mixed crews of sympathetic Kaisongese and Wishtonians. Their work was done in the Kaisongs and they were needed back home. They left their KIPFA and MNPLA comrades to carry on the good fight and started their long voyage back.

[Mcnernia-]

Daiku

Daimien and several other fighters watched them slip away on the boats, the front was changing towards Norsex, many a fighter of the MNPLA that had been stationed in the Kaisong Islands had been sent back home. The KIPFA with recent riots and people being disappeared, or seeming to be had gained more district commands for fighting the terrorist threat. The warriors would go home themselves to fight.

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FROM:MPLP Central Committee- Foreign Commissariat
TO:DSRCI Government- Foreign Relations
SUB: A Alliance
SEC:MAXIMUM

 Greetings

 We would like to perhaps negotiate an alliance so as to work together. Upon assumption of power we will recognize the Democratic Socialist Republic of the Cairdwaith Islands. We will step up our attacks so as to perhaps convince the McNernians to recall their soldiers.

Northern McNernia

"Move, move, move."

The mortars went off with a bang and the fighters of the Second Brigade advanced towards the troops in the Forward Operating Base. The big 155mm guns boomed out towards the more distant positions where mortars were coming towards them from. Government troops returned fire, the objective was to destroy the garrison posts one by one, the RAF would not easily avail them. It was time to get up close and dirty. The MNPLA had carried off mortars and weapons in raids and in weapons factories had made there own now they struck.

300 odd fighters assaulted the fortified positions like the Badvernian stormtroopers of the First War, the Mcnernians had machine guns and missiles. The MNPLA had mortars and RPGs and machine guns of their own. Then it got into the trenches with hand to hand combat. Partisians and soldiers fought in the trenches, the odd grenade was thrown, there were many dead, men and women fought with the courage they mustered. Mortars and artillery, rifles and machine guns. This was war.


Another unit of the detachment, a Scout platoon advanced against the base from another angle. The diversion was not a diversion. It was a full fledge attack on this isolated base. The 30 scouts moved into the base, stealth was the imperative here.

"You know the objective, we secure the armories, MANPADs are what we are after, anti-tank missiles as well."

"Why would the Govies have anti-tank missiles?"

"Demolish bunker positions."

"Well I suppose that would be good."

It was one of the larger fire bases in the area. The perimeter had a hole in it, a fatal thing, CO must have panicked so the hole was open. They checked their corners as they moved towards the...wait was that.

"MA9....MOBILE...."

BOOOMM. The platoon beat a retreat. Mission failed.

[McNernia]

NORTHERN MCNERNIA
FIREBASE
The base was under attack which was not anything new to the soldiers of 2nd Btln 33rd Dollorford Rifles, the soldiers in the perimeter trenches were the first to feel the onslaught, they looked out to see MNPLA soldiers, they looked more like soldiers then guerrillas. They had on Camouflage uniforms and webbing and carried AK-47s. The soliders fought back with whatever they had to hand, machine guns, pistols and rifles. Thermobaric grenades were thrown, still some guerrillas got into the trench lines and then hand to hand fighting with machetes, M10 knives and pistols.

The call went back for the armored counter attack force, several MGS vehicles would lead the charge to repel the insurgents, the artillery, seven YrC9 SPHs were already hard at work.

CLANK

"Ready to fire."

"Adjust 3 degrees down angle."

"Adjusted."

"FIRE".

BAM

The cannons were targeted on the mortars that were prevalent, the largest of the enemy weapons was a 80mm seige mortar mounted in the back of a truck. Well at least that is the largest one captured from the MNPLA in the area. The AFVs rolled forward ominously towards the oncoming insurgents, technicals blasted with machine guns at infantry positions and some waited for the RAF aircraft that the insurgents no doubt expected to come. The SAM were fired on by a MLRS, this was a fire base that could rain down serious punishment.

The platoon of Mobile guns advanced then a call went out.

"This is Hippo-4 I have a contact, 3-0 foot mobiles. We have a breach."

"This is Hippo leader Hippo-4 and Hippo-3 engage."

"Confirmed." came in unison from both vehicles, now they moved out towards the platoon of infantry, already McNernian foot soldiers moved to join the two vehicles in the finding of the insurgents.

"Visual dead ahead." Bullets plinked off the vehicles armor. One terrorist had a RPG that was not used as a 120mm shell crashed into the platoon a squad of infantry had disembarked from a APC and engaged the threat. The so called "Scouts" were destroyed.


Paracommandos

The Paracommandos operated as raiders, drooping in on the enemy and then causing havoc, the men of 1st Pltn C Coy 4/2 Paracommando manned their trucks in the back of a flight of four CH-25 heavy helicopters waited to be dropped behind enemy lines, it seemed to be more and more conventional these days here in Norsex some men thought. The helicopters were preceded by Illusions dropping bombs on the landing zone to discourage MNPLA from attacking the Choppers as they came into land.

The choppers had been built to hold battle tanks so the HMSTVs of the Paracommandos were nothing. The big choppers set down and the ramps came down, the Paras moved off, sticks of men inside trucks.

"Be advised hostile technicals in the area."

"Lets go lads."