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[United States Marine Force Recon(Fox Company):61st Bloody Paw Recon Task Force, 3rd Squad. ]

[0600 Hours, USS Gallager(Nimitz Class Carrier)-Red Sea]

"INCOMING!!!!" Was the first words of the day, of the first day of this hellish war. With the thundering sounds of rotor blades and the familiar sound of rappeling troops from their choppers, i couldn't help but feel excited.

~Unknown Marine

"Any word on our deployment, sir?" A voice calmly spoke. His sandy colored fur blowing just as calm as he looked to his squad in the breifing room aboard the Carrier out in the gulf. With the response of a muffled, staticy voice, the C.O. looked up, his eyes serious though his face seemed gentle for a soldier of his type.

"Don't get comfortable ladies and Gentlemen." Collier spoke, putting up a map behind him of his units operation space.

"This isn't little Iraq anymore..." Looking around to the skilled soldiers he was so honored to instruct."Things have gotten thicker here and we have new organizations springing up to take advantage of this lull in International security." Continuing as he drummed his fingers.

"Name of the game now is:"Shoot to Kill," and seeing as we all carry the Marine Corps title, i don't think we'll have much of a problem." Stepping from behind the table/podium."For those who have been recently reassigned, i am Captain "Ace" Collier, Ace or Cappy will do fine," nodding with a soft smile."I don't need to explain to much so i'll just tell you how we'll be operating." Motioning for them to move to the elevator lift heading for the Carriars deck.

"Prejudice is what we live by." Looking around,"If it moves." Holding his rifle up to a soldiers face though the safety was on."Shoot it." Smiling kindly."If it screams in something other than English, shoot it again."Smirking playfully at the startled soldier.

"We will operate this way until instructed otherwise," quickly lowering his rifle by his side as he moved towards the lift before his men."I will be the first man on the ground and the last one off," His face once again serious and meaningful."You have now been, briefed, equiped, and prepared for this, so let's get moving."

"HOORAH!!" Was the reply.

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[Delta Squad,3rd SAS Spec Ops Task Force.]

[Location:Unknown.]

[0600]

"Artillary." A gruff older gentleman barked, tearing off a piece of beef jerky as he scanned the horizon through his binoculors."Seems like the Yanks'll be showing up pretty soon." He mumbled again, looking back to his comrades who sat awaiting their first orders to pack up and roll into town.

"Listen up. Once those helicopters come into view i want O'Connor on "The fifty." in Humvee one and Mcgowan in the second." Looking around quickly, receiving no reply but the sound of locked and loaded magazines and belts of bullets.

"Good, Get ready to take the nets off." He lastly ordered, watching as the early morning moon seemed to race the Sun into the sky.
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[Bravo Company, 3rd Battalion of the 75th Ranger Regiment (Navy Seal)]

[0600, In route over Chernobyle, Ukraine.]

"Drop zone is 30 minutes to the Northwest of Pripyat(sp.)" A female voice yelled over the twisting blades of the blackhawk."Once on the ground i'll be moving Alpha and Bravo towards the highway to observe movements of forces in the Area. Once we establish a uplink, we'll move north and mark a landing zone for the British Para corps, understand?" She ordered, receiving typical Hooah's from her fellow seals.

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The flames of war have been ignited and one by one each soldier will take their walk through hell, some of which who will be consumed and lost in thier own hell all together.

This isn't your grandfathers war...

[USMC]
Liz was up and right behind Collier "Finally a chance to use my skills." she says smiling wickedly.

[SAS]
Mark was at one of the Humvees "Hurry up already people. Time isn't a luxury we possess."

He then walks over to the C.O "Whenever you're ready sir we're ready."

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Nick did the same and said to them "Can't wait to get back into the field. Guns, explosions, grenades... What can be better than that! So Cappy, whats the plan?"

Cocking the bolt on his C3, Gary lifted the muzzle in reply. He didn't miss his old rank, nor the command that had come with it. At this point he'd just be happy to be able to do something significant to end the war. It was, after all, primarily a young man's game.

Yoshi and James were sitting side by side as the briefing finished up.

"Remember, we are fighting against a foe with technology equal to ours. Don't let your guard down. Dismissed."

Everyone stood up and saluted the major and walked over to the equipment room and began suiting up.

“I wish we got to carry more bombs.” Yoshi sighed as he heard the first plane shoot off the catapult above them.

“Why’s that, sir?” James asked as he put on his survival vest.

“Because we can lose weight faster that way.” He replied as he put his helmet on and walked out of the room. James followed out right behind him.

Yoshi got to the hanger and started to check his plane over as it started to go up the elevator. He checked over his weapons: 2 AIM-9 sidewinders, 6 AIM-120s, 2 JDAMS and 1 drop tank. When the plane reached the deck. Yoshi watched the helicopters start their engines up and the marines start to mount them.

“What are you waiting for, sir? I won’t be any use if you won’t fly me.” Shouted James over the noise as he started to strap himself in.

Yoshi quickly climbed into the cockpit and began his start up checklist.

[United States Marine Force Recon(Fox Company):61st Bloody Paw Recon Task Force, 3rd Squad. ]

[0630 Hours, USS Gallager(Nimitz Class Carrier)-Red Sea]:

Collier quietly smiled, looking back to Liz as the elevator finally reached the top deck of the carriar were other squads were boarding their planes and making last minute adjustments."All right! Pack it up and move out." Collier bellowed over the roar of jets launching from the catapults further up the deck, watching as they soared gracefully up into the sky.

Looking over to a pair of pilots Collier handed over boarding responsibility to Liz as he made his way carefully over to them.

"Cpt.Collier. gentlemen." Looking to Yoshi and James."Looks like you'll be our angel on our shoulder." Nodding with a reassuring grin to both of them. So with a salute and his regards he headed back over to the squad, as the deck thundered and roared with aircraft and helicopter blades.

Finally taking his seat he looked around to all the young faces of his soldiers, smiling warmly like a loving big brother does with his siblings.

"No one'll be left behind understand?" Another volley of cheerful Hoorah's echoing from within the blackhawk.

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[Day 2-Delta Squad,3rd SAS Spec Ops Task Force.]

0630]

[Location:Unknown.]

With the sound of distant artillary and frequent bombing runs by American forces, things were all the more closer. "Get ready people, were mobilizing." Major Richard McKreary whispered in a harsh tone, watching as the nets and camo-coverings were thrown off and stored.

"Mount up!" Looking back to the city in distance as a couple of F/A-18's flew past.

"The Americans should know were here, we've got a rally point on the East side of the City and will be meeting a small stick of Yank Marines at 0915, any questions?" Hanging out of the passenger side of a humvee before he climbed in.

"If not we have fast movers inbound so keep your goddamn eyes skyward, eh?" Nodding as his troope mounted and started up the engines to move into the city.
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[Bravo Company, 3rd Battalion of the 75th Ranger Regiment (Navy Seal)]

[0630, In route over Chernobyle, Ukraine.]

Dirt and leaves kicked up violently, almost fleeing as the Blackhawk flew slowly along the ground, giving the SEALS enough time to jump out with out it having to land.

As a second chopper did the same, Dakota Kingston, the female commander set off into the treeline and towards a main highway system that lay no more than a kilometer and a half away from their LZ.

"First time i've had the luxury of being taxied to our operation space." She remarked, leading her squadmates silently into the trees.

"Upon arrival i want Alpha squad to dig in, and bravo to secure all exits leading from the highway. That means all nearby trails, routes, and communication lines are to be cut and surveyed." Her pace sloqing to a gentle stalk.

Just as he began moving again something caught her eye. It was a 3 man patrol heading east to west of their position which currently had them facing north east. With silent hand gestures and a small snaps of her fingers she had Bravo's sniper team get into place as the Alpha moved to crossfire.

Holding up her fist, which was passed down the line, no bullet was spent, the call was to hold their fire until conducted otherwise. With in the cool morning breeze to blowing behind them and the sky still slightly dark she would have to make a decision and quickly.

[USMC]
Liz had organised the whole squad and looked to Collier "Thanks for trusting me for that short time sir."

[SAS]
Mark ran over and jumped in the passenger seat of his Humvee "LETS GO!" he bellowed to the driver.

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Nick has packed all of his gear including his modded M4 assault rifel and his trusty Beretta 92fs pistol which he named it Charlie. Charlie has gotten Nick out of countless of tight spots during his days being a navy seal.

Before he boarded the blackhawk with his squad, he took a moment to remember the good times he had before his transfer, the proud life that he had left behind, and the reason why.

He then shook his head and thought to himself "No point remebering the past, that's why i transfered...to forget the past."

Nick moved his fingers in front of him resembling the shape of a cross. While not really religious, he still believed a good prayer will give good chances surviving out there.

He carried his gear and continued to walk towards his designated transport

"We won't let you down, sir!" James shouted from the cockpit and returned the salute while Yoshi nodded and then saluted. One of the red shirts climbed up next to him and told him all the flags and safeties were off and he was good to go.

James and Yoshi strapped their O2 masks on and began to start the plane up as the canopy closed, reducing the noise level by quite a bit.

"Joker and Jammer are standing by and ready for orders, control." Yoshi said as the engines began to warm up.

"Joker and Jammer, wait for the helos to clear but taxi and hold for cat 4. There are two more ahead of you."

"Roger that taxing and holding at 3."

Nick arrived at the blackhawk just in time to hear Capt. Collier's saying that no one'll be left behind and the following cheer of the squad. Jokingly he shout out load saying "Hey! Don't expect me to carry your [censored] if you weigh at least 5 times more than me!"

Nodding at Kingston, Gary patted the muzzle of his C3 in reply, "Tracer?" he asked quietly. Without waiting, he flipped the bipod out and lay down with his cheek on the stock.

[United States Marine Force Recon(Fox Company):61st Bloody Paw Recon Task Force, 3rd Squad. ]

[0640 Hours, USS Gallager(Nimitz Class Carrier)-Red Sea]:

"Nick, i don't know how it worked with the SEALs but if someone ways 10x more than you, you will make the effort." He smiled kindly, winking to him as he turned to watch the scrambling personal on the deck.

"Clear for lift off." Came the static filled voice from the radio in the cockpit. Collier made his final inspections and checks on his and others gear and nodded to confirm that he and his troope was ready to fly. Sitting and fastened with his legs out of the chopper he held up his thumb so the pilot to see, and without further delay his feet lifted from the ground as the great Hawk took the first of his stick out over the sapphire colored waters of the Red Sea.

There was little chatter, looking out and to the rear of the plain he could spot the last of choppers lifting fromt he deck and more planes moving into position to basically announce their arrival.

"Going in with a bang, eh liz?" Smirking though he didn't move his glance from the memorizing waters below. Remembering a story from bible school, about moses and this same great sea Collier spoke aloud but to himself.

"Oh my god, give me the strength to part this sea once more, and to deliver my people[soldiers] to a promised land destined for us...To defeat our enemies and bury our burdens in these sands of conflict." Closing his eyes a moment as he prayed calmly to himself, listening as the giant wings of the blackhawk whirled overhead.

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[Day 2-Delta Squad,3rd SAS Spec Ops Task Force.]

[0645]

[Location:Unknown.]

"Right on time." Mckreary remarked, the familiar sound of Cobra helicopters marking the soon arrival of their counterparts."Hendricks, mark the becon." He ordered to a young soldier in the rear of the compartment.

"Alrighty boys we're moving, were going straight in, fast and hard mates." He bellowed, as the low rumble of helicopters drew closer on the horizon.

"Orders are to shoot once fired upon." Adjusting the sights on his rifle as they sped towards the outskirt of the city.

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[Bravo Company, 3rd Battalion of the 75th Ranger Regiment (Navy Seal)]

[0645, In route over Chernobyle, Ukraine.]

"Not yet." Kingston whispered, looking around to the dark painted faces who occassionaly returned the glance."Sniper team, ready a round." She motioned. Opening her palm for them to set their aim.

"Gary repostion that on their flank and make sure to clean up after the first is neutrilized." Tapping him on the helmet as she looked around, moving her hand flat up and down to reestablish that she wanted them to remain down and unseen.

"Sniper team, do you have the shot?" Quickly getting a confirmation in reply."Hold..." Gazing through some binoculors."Hold!..." Beads of sweat starting to accumulate on her face.

"Hold..." Hesitating as one of the soldiers glanced in her direction, almost as if he spotted something. With the sun rising behind the soldiers, the soldier tapped the second on his shoulder, pointing in their direction.

"Ma'am we have the shot, give us the go." Came a reply from the radio.

"NOT YET!!" she barked harshly though in a hushed tone.

"But ma'am 2 tango's moving and closing." Kingston looked around and back over her cover, watching as the two soldiers cautiously made their way in their direction."God damn." She whispered, still refusing to reveal their position.

"Don't worry sir, it was just a joke, I'll never leave any of these guys behind." Nick laughingly said as he boarded the hawk and occupied one of the empty seats.

In the air, Nick mostly kept to himself while looking out at the red sea and the carrier, choppers and planes that occupied the image. He saw the Captain praying. Nick couldn't hear what he was saying but he knew a prayer when he saw one.

"You believe sir?"Nick called out to Capt. Collier after he was done.

"Aye, ma'am." whispered Gary and lifted the gun with his foreward hand by levering it with his elbow. Then he started slowly wriggling towards the flank, keeping his sights centered until the snipers were given the go ahead.

Liz looked at the back of Collier's head "I'd prefer silently, but as long as I get to put bullets through heads I don't mind."