Somewhere off the Barents Sea, off the Finnish north coast:
02:05 o'clock.
The small boat swung around in the ice-cold water. The men, on the verge of shivering from the cold, sat and waited, as they have been for the past hour, waiting for the order to advance to shore.
Mike, commander of A section, 2. Platoon, 45 Commando, 3 Commando Brigade, sat at the front seat of the craft, peering out to the shore with his binoculars.
"Looks all clear", Mike said. They're target was a fuel dump, 5 miles inland from the coast. The fuel dump would be vital to the Russians if they decide to invade Norway from the North. The new blitz-krieg-like combat doctrine of the Russians relies on it's fast tank charges and air and artillery strikes. If they could cut the fuel for the ground vehicles, the Russains would be severley crippeld.
"So, what's the plan again?" asked Charlie, the demolitions expert of the section. Mike replied "F***ing hell Charlie i just told you 10 minutes ago, and for the last time, we're going to infil on the coast ahead of us, travel south-east for 5 miles, then redenzvous with B section, then we'll be at objective Feathers(the code name for the fuel dump), then we'll wait for the incoming supply convoy, and then as they arrive we'll ambush the convoy, destroy the trucks, and then we'll blow up the whole dump and get the f*** outta there. And i swear if you ask one more time i will throw you overboard"
"Yessir"
"Striker 1-1 this is Overlord 2-1, Bastard,i repeat, Bastard over"
"Alright we've got green light let's go lad's!" Said Mike. He didn't reply to the go-word because they where to remain radio silent until there was an emergency.
The offshore raiding craft sped ahead at full speed, hoping not to get seen by a Russian observation post they hadn't seen yet.
3 minutes later, they arrived at the coast and within 30 seconds they unloaded all they're gear and the boat swung back out to open sea, to be picked up by a CH-47 Chinook helicopter, and then flown back to they're Aircraft carrier, HMS Queen Elizabeth, and then wait for the extract.
"So far, so good" said Fred, the section's Marksman.
"I'll bet that'll change" said Collin, the Medic. (The rest of the Section aren't that important, so i'll name them all later, but there are 7 guys in this section)
And thus began the not so long march south-east to redenzvous with B section, which all hoped would be without contacts. Battle hardend from the Balkan front, these Marines knew what to do when a Russian appered in they're sights.
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Raid, Royal Marine Story
Action(DISCLAIMER: this is a made-up story, based on the Royal Marines Commandos and they're Future Commando force Programm. All Names, dates, Locations and the Conflict itself is all made up and have no connection to each other) This is also just a short...
