As the team makes their way to the hangar they see a C-71 being loaded with a pallets of equipment. "Looks like we're getting loaded up on the plane." Foxy said with a grin. "I wonder why we haven't seen this on the news yet, usually I'd get notifications of anything going on over there on my phone?" Rum asks. Granny pops back with "We're the first in Ensign, and they don't want anyone knowing that the Pres is in danger... somethin about keeping the population at rest.". Her brother replies with a nod. "ALL PERSONNEL, FLIGHTS TAKING OFF IN 5 MIKES!!!" Blared out over the airfield intercom system. In a matter of minutes all the planes were loaded and making their way over the Atlantic and in hours Europe.
During the flight the team leaders on board briefed their teams on the plans that lie ahead. Hellhound 1-1 was setting up comms in Ukraine closer to the front, 1-2 was running diversion on the 15 kilometers north of the crash site hitting supply lines and drawing away enemy troops. 1-3 is to meet up with the President and his detail about 1 kilometer West of the wreckage.
About 7 hours go by, the plane their on is in the middle of areal refueling over the Atlantic. The teams are talking while the team leaders discuss their plans amongst each other.
"Alright so, a surveillance drone from the Ukrainians spotted, the Ruskis moving a convoy east away from the front that my team is gonna hit, that should draw them away from your te..." Team leader of 1-2 stops suddenly.
"Hold on... try and get more intel on that convoy make sure they aren't heading towards the president, I'm looking at a crossroad that heads south where POTUS is held up." Foxy would interrupt.
"As far as I know that's a supply convoy making its usual run, they do it in the darkness so the Ukrainians don't see 'em." Team leader of 1-1 would say in response.
Back and forth the intel is swapped around and analyzed to point that the plan is perfect and it would take an act of god to throw everything out of order. They are now over Ukraine however and getting ready to jump. The ramp is lowered to a flat position and the cargo is pushed out of the plane, then Hellhound 1-1. Another 1 hour goes by and it's 1-3s turn to jump now over Russia, they grab their gear and check each other all holding up their thumbs as to say "OK". Next one is 1-2 as the plane flies north. But that's just it, an act of God. The Ruskis didn't have anti-air setup, or jets in the area to strike down the aircraft. All it took was a flock of birds, and one thing lead to another, in the fall it disintegrated and killed all crew on board. Including the likes of Hellhound 1-2, and just like that, a plan turned completely upside down. Hellhound 1-3 just lost their interference and fellow brothers and sisters. Now it was up to Hellhound 1-3 to figure the rest out along with 1-1!
