Full Metal History

New deadliest warrior

The bushes silently swayed as the three men team moved carefully and methodically through. Each step, slowly touching the ground, with the outside of the foot landing first and rolling inwards. The bright moonlight cascaded through the trees, allowing the green eyes to work properly. It had been fifteen minutes since 'Masaratti', was seen entering the village. Scott and Fuller, wasted no time in advancing towards the walled palace. Scott, Oleg and petit, neared there first checkpoint. A low wall fifty metres from the rear of the compounds tall concrete wall. The Russian operator, took lead as he low crawled along the small wall, taking up position twenty metres along. Scott and Petit, shuffled past and did the same. Now right on their objective, petit took up cover watch. So we'll rehearsed in their own tactics and procedures, that didn't truly differ from one another, none of the operators spoke a single word from step off. Knowing full well what was required of them to do and when to. Apart from some hand signals, everything w as free wheeled. Before proceeding on, Scott, keyed his radio once and released it. In doing so, it allowed both attack teams to communicate without talking and giving away location. A few seconds passed and Scott's, headset made a squelch and went silent again. Both parties arrived at their first objective, awaiting the four squelch tone from Svertis, to give mission go. Both, parties of highly trained war hounds arrived to their staging ground fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. The terrain, wasn't as bad or undulating as first conceived to have been.

As the cold night breeze slowly sweeper across the farm plains and briskly hitting everyone out side, the men of Fuller' s attack party, surveyed their surroundings. Every shadow, corner, tree and grass sway was not looked past. The mission detailing provided by General Yamada and side aid commander of the Mitsubishi blocking force, Honda. The force occupying the area, although peaceful and non aggressive to those who visit, strike swiftly from the shadows to those who mean harm. For that reason Fuller, brought the men in tighter than he normally would in a modern environment, mainly due to explosive attacks. In this ancient world, being to far apart could be costly. But, for the highly trained Special air service operative, Fuller, had to be highly adaptable to any and all environments. This was no different, any mistake or lapse of judgment, he could die or worst to him, any one of the men under ghis command could get injured or die. Men he grew very fond of and fought highly of. Men, who less than two weeks ago he never knew and now, now he considered them brothers. Rommel, shot a quick glance to his rear, straight at Fuller, checking for any update or orders. Fuller, was off looking to the squads flank, slowly scanning each hut and low lying wall. Satisfied that fuller, had nothing to update on Rommel, turned back and kept scanning the open terrain upfront. Bushes and small trees plotted along the far end of the clearing. In the middle was a few small rice farms and fences. Nothing that provided much in the way of cover as the rice farms where sparsely spread Apart, ten to twenty metres. Kim, who was at the rear of the team, watched the way they came as well as their next approach route. It's way to quite, not even a guard on the villa wall. Kim, said to himself. We must be walking into an ambush, Does fuller, know?. Kim, looked to his commander, if Fuller, did know he showed no obvious signs of telling it. Even for a elite warrior, Fuller, showed no emotion or stress, but the complete opposite. Fuller, was cool calm and collected. I'd hate to fight him on the battlefield, Kim, went on thinking to himself.

Two thousand metres away, perched on the tallest mountain in the small valley, Svertis and Fernandez sat atop the MRAP. Svertis, peering through the highly powerful scope he placed on top of the fifty calibre direct fire support weapon. The fifty times enhanced marksman scope, was the tool needed to be able to make out the layout of the town and somewhat identify targets. In the need to actually provide fire support, Svertis, will attach a small device to the front of the scope making it thermal and trace I.R strobes. Each one of the men in the eight strong force, carried an I.R strobe light attached to the back of their helmet. It allowed for easy distinction between blue/ green forces and red forces. "Five minutes till the mission is a go, any final preparation we need to make?", Fernandez spoke still peering through his twenty-five times powered spotter scope. The cold mountain breeze battered them like a ice filled bath. Their breath turned to steam the moment it left their mouth. "Yeah, to unfreeze my fucking sack. Fuckers have retreated to my stomach", Svertis joked, sticking a hand down his pants and feeling around. "Yep, they're fucking gone". Fernandez, let out a slight laugh and said, "well they're off to a better place".
"I never even got to say goodbye. They left me with two kids and then fucked off how rude!!", Svertis couldn't hide his laughter. "Right, I'm sending mission go in five... Four.... three... two...one..", as Svertis was about to key his radio he saw movement along the rooftops and ground heading towards both fire teams.