The Hawk Mountain Ranger Team. They were an exceptionally fine group of individuals that have a refined set of skills to help them Search for and Rescue persons who are missing or may need help. This is where the story thickens. One of the Guys who was on the team I had personally know from a few years back. His name was Vadakin. His nickname that we gave him was Bear Grylls because he had everything for survival. I mean, HE HAD EVERYTHING. He was on the team that had gone out for a REDCAP, which is a long and serious Search and Rescue mission. The team he had gone out with had their own specialties as well. The team's medical officer was Meader. There were also two more team members. The other two team members were Davis and Brewer. Now because they are close friends of mine, they are also fully strapped and armed to the teeth because I know they'll be packing some heat. Vadakin has a HKG3 Rifle with attachable sniper scope in his 72 Hour pack. Along with that he has a secondary HK51, which is the submachine gun version of the afore mentioned rifle, a Glock 17 side arm. Along with his Battle Dress Uniform. Meader has her M16 rifle as her primary. Her secondary is a Remington 870 short shotgun. Her two side arms are a 1911 and a Ruger SP101. She is also wearing the Battle Dress Uniform. Brewer is in a Fur Coat and Khaki pants with his dual wielded Colt Walker's. His secondary is an RPG 7 V.2. Davis wears his Blue Suit and Tie with a Fez and a fake mustache. His primary is a homemade 1.5 Gauge Semi-Auto Shotgun, the secondary is a FMP-90. His side arm is a Single Action .50 BMG. He also spray-painted anime wraps onto his guns. As they are walking through the woods outside the walls, they get ambushed by a group of those fucking teddy bears.
"SON OF A BITCH!!!" Brewer exclaims.
"LIGHT THEM MOTHERFUCKERS!" Vadakin orders.
A hail of bullets and pistol fire come out of the four-man squad. RATATATATATATATA-BANG BANG-SCKRATATTATATA-BOOM.
"SHIT!" Meader yelled.
As soon as Meader finished her exclamation the remaining two bears ran and hid.
"Yo, Meader. I don't think we have ever actually heard you curse." Davis stated.
"Yeah, I tend to not curse if possible."
"Hey, was this wall here the whole-time guys?" Brewer asks.
"I don't remember there one being on this FUCKIN map." Vadakin responds.
"Well, I guess we can climb it to get to whatever is inside the walls."
"Well, good thing I brought us all some damn rappelling gear Meader."
Vadakin proceeds to launch a grappling hook to the top of the wall and hooks everyone into the line. They take about 15-20 minutes to get to the top of the wall. After that they drop a rope on the other side and repel down to the other side.
"What the fuck is this place?" Brewer asks.
"Another forest. That is what it is." Davis responds
"Well, no fucking shit dumbass. Well, let's get this freight train rolling. We have a new job. Figure out what the fuck just happened and then find someone to help up out." Vadakin states.
"Hey, Brewer. Do you know if there are any active radios out here for us to ask for?" Meader asks.
"I can check but I make no promises that something is out here."
Brewer proceeds to turn on and starts to scan for a radio frequency with someone talking on it. After about scanning the channels for 30 seconds or getting through ten channels he finally gets something.
"Understood Zulu-2. Stay safe. Alpha-1 out" the radio crackles
"Son of a bitch. We got something on Channel 34." Brewer states.
"Alright well, let's call them to see what they can do to help." Vadakin states.
Right as Vadakin finishes his sentence something attacks Davis. Behind the others they hear a THUMP as his body hits the ground.
"SHIT!" Brewer yells.
"Meader! Get over here and fucking check him out!" Vadakin yells at her.
Meader starts checking for where the wounds are. They are on his face, and legs. There are puncture wounds on his side.
"I can't fix him here. I can stop bleeding for 3-5 minutes, but he needs a Med-Evac." Meader states
"I'm going to try the radio. Hopefully, whoever is on the other end can help us." Brewer states.
"All Stations, All Stations. This is Romeo Tango Echo One requesting immediate medical evacuation. We have one man down!" Brewer Yells over the radio, "Our current position is 33.097 degrees North, 55.876 degrees West. Over."
"Roger, Romeo Tango Echo One. We are dispatching our chopper right now. Meet us in the clearing one click from your location. What are the patients' wounds? Over." The radio crackles
"The guy has scratches on his face, and legs. There are puncture wounds on his side and is bleeding out. Over."
"Roger. We will be there in 5 minutes. How big is your team? Over."
"We are a 4-man team. Over."
"Understood. I want your team to board and evac out with the chopper to the FOB. Over."
"Wilco." Brewer Responds
"Alpha-1, Out."
