"Copy that, sir," answered the soldier who received the information from the pilot. He then relayed Knight Squad to brace for heavy turbulence. According to the pilot, their aircraft was required to fly at a lower altitude, under the radar, due to the strict no fly zone restrictions put in place, as a result of the recent chemical attacks in Belgium. Ryder was briefing Eileen on the recent developments between Russia and Syria. The heavy air weapons trades between the two countries was of most interest to Eileen.
Priest learned, according to Guardian, that Eileen usually took squad lead when she joined a team, and Ryder was more than happy to pass on the rank, because Eileen was a natural born leader.
Ryder wasn't truly living unless he was in the field, applying his expertise in Reconnaissance and Assault. Guardian knew Ryder had been looking forward to Eileen taking over the reins for quite a while.
Guardian also strongly urged Priest that even though he and Eileen were on first name basis off-mission, it would be in Priest's best interest, and for the sake of keeping his balls intact, to address her by her team name: Phoenix. Order of rank was never to be announced while in enemy territory for strict security reasons, and saluting an officer in public was strongly discouraged as well.
Phoenix had a history with Ryder. Her husband, Capt. Trevor Connors, and Ryder were best friends since Officer's Training Camp, when they were both twenty one years old. But after Connors was KIA, word got around, that Phoenix and Ryder had a few intimate encounters together, but it was only speculation.
"I'm not one to believe everything I hear, unless I've seen it myself, you know what I mean?" stated Guardian quietly.
"What's Phoenix's specialty?" Priest asked. He assumed Phoenix was Recon and Assault like him and Hecate.
"Everything bro, she's a Rover. Haven't ever known one before I met her. All-specialty officers like Lt. Cmdr. Tate are supposed to be legends and shit. I didn't think they even existed anymore," exclaimed Guardian. Phoenix's capacity of impressing Priest was astounding.
You sure do have a lot of layers, Eileen.
Guardian then turned around, as Priest observed Phoenix yanking up Widow and shoving her to the back of the aircraft. The rest of the team watched in silent disbelief, and they were all still able to see the two women arguing by the cockpit.
It appeared Widow was in disagreement with one of Phoenix's decisions. But thankfully, no violence was involved. When Widow returned, she walked up to Priest and Guardian and sat next to them, breathing heavily.
"Sheesh woman. Good thing you eventually complied, while Phoenix was issuing your Alpha Charlie," Guardian warned her. Apparently, Widow had not received word about Phoenix's public displays of pain and humiliation on those who crossed her path. She dealt with insubordinates as if they were the enemy. But it commanded respect either way.
"How do you know if I was compliant? After all, Phoenix seems to get along better with vaginas, so I'm safe. It's you guys I'm worried about," Widow responded gruffly. She pulled open a packet of peanuts she snatched from the flight attendant cock pit.
"First of all, just be thankful you're still alive, and secondly, Phoenix would've thrown your ass off the aircraft if you continued your little pity parade." joked Guardian.
"Fuck you," Widow had to grin at Guardian's comment. "By the way, can you pack up the M21 scope with 20/10 round mags as well as the Barrett M82? And in case I'm feeling cocky, just pack up Baby pretty please?" requested Widow. Her CheyTac sniper rifle was her pride and joy and christened it the name Baby as soon as she received clearance to obtain the esteemed high powered weapon.
Guardian whistled in disbelief. Widow was requesting some massive firepower. "That's a lot of Bang-bang. You want her lubed up and ready for you to slide in, right?" referenced Guardian. He was already up, grabbing a large duffle bag and carrying cases.
"Exactly, Baby loves a gangbang, and make sure you load up, I don't want her going black on me."
Priest was busy observing the front of the aircraft where Phoenix and Ryder were. Priest had a strong hunch, the aircraft was going to be making a detour. Widow then popped her head in between his seat and hit Priest's bad shoulder as he winced.
"My bad dude." Widow apologized with a hint of a humored smirk. "Did you get a load of Queen Bey over there? She wants to go direct attack approach, like we've never considered that before," she complained.
"Did Phoenix issue you the order as soon as we touch down?" inquired Priest suddenly intrigued with Phoenix and Ryder's new strategy.
Direct attack was definitely ballsy, but if it were solely up to Ryder, he wouldn't have even considered it. It would be too much of a risk, resulting in Novio ending up in the wind again, laying low like he had been doing for the last two years, until sources were able to confirm his location six months ago.
"Affirmative. I'm ordered to use Baby for this job." she droned.
"No shit? How far is the target?" Priest was a bit setback by the order. Phoenix was being a bit too ambitious, no matter how good Widow was. It was a long shot, both literally and figuratively.
CheyTac .408 sniper rifles were used primarily for long range targets, able to penetrate the subject as far as 3,000 yds. Even hardened professional snipers were only able to achieve a direct hit accuracy of 50% at max range.
"Recommended target range no less than 1.8 klicks. It's not impossible, but I advised Phoenix, that unless Guardian tells me it's a no-go, I'm gonna have to have a massive hard-on with the surrounding conditions, before attempting to hit target at that range."
"Where's your vantage point, and have they confirmed location yet?" asked Priest.
The plan was becoming more ludicrous by the moment.
"That's the issue. Guardian and I are hitting the silk outside Belgium, and our target is some random, high profile military leader and an Italian Mafia Capo in a demilitarized zone, ordered to set up nest by first light. Totally off the record. And get this, if that wasn't demanding enough, The mission is to take out the Capo before 1200, at a party, and then the military leader, at precisely 1550, at his French quarters. Fuck, I should've asked her if she needed fries with that."
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BOOK ONE Gods of Desterrados: The Banished Ones
Acción"GET THE FUCK DOWN, NOW!" roared Carlos. To their horror, they heard gunshots and glass breaking. Both girls started screaming as Carlos pulled out a pistol from his trench coat. Florida and Greta covered their ears, trying to duck as low as they c...
