Contract Free Arulco: The Bitch Must Die!
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JA2 Chapter 7
DAY 5: Chitzena
“Sierra.”
“Woody! Good to hear your voice!”
“Tarballs. What do you have for me.”
“I took a look at that Chalice of Balime nee Chitzena. The Official Arulco website has a picture of the thing in the National Museum in Balime. So that is legit and the benefit of the bringing the Chalice back to Chitzena could be immense with the locals.”
“So we are to rob a museum in Balime before Meduna?”
“You could Woody, but if you whack the Queen, the next moron in charge can just order the Chalice back to Chitzena.”
“And that is your suggestion?”
“That is up to you Woody. The implications are easy enough: if you are going to be in Arulco for a while, hit the museum; if you are looking for just a quick stay in Arulco, go straight for Meduna and take the head off.”
“We are going for Meduna. All of us can’t wait to get out of this hell hole. Thanks, Gus, for dropping us in this hell hole, by the way.”
“Anytime Woody, anytime. Next, escorting the Kulba’s. Not your job description and a hazard you don’t necessarily need at this time. However, there could be a perk or two and you have to go back to Drassen anyway, so it isn’t like you are going out of your way.”
“So escorting them could be our good deed for the day, outside of what we are already doing here in Shit-town.”
“That’s the spirit Woody.”
“Who the fuck is Woody?”
“You are Woody.”
“You mean my voice gives you a Woody? Or does all voices you hear over a satellite phone gives you a Woody.”
“Ahh, don’t go there girl.”
“How much are you making on this venture Tarballs? Because we sat around and figured out how much we would make if it takes us a month to complete the mission. We would be making no more than fifteen fucking bucks an hour.”
“And that is more than I am making. This job is costing me money.”
“Costing you? No profit?”
“No profit.”
“What the fuck, come back. You are a merc, why are you giving money away.”
“Let’s just say Woody, that this is my good deed of a lifetime. That bitch needs to die. Head on a pike and everything. Can you do this for me?”
“That is what we are here.... Incoming comms, got to jet.”
“Roger that Woody, take care of your team.”
“Sierra here.”
“You won’t fucking believe this!”
“What do you see Kilroy.”
“A fucking ICE CREAM TRUCK in the middle of no where. The guy is standing next to the truck like he is looking for someone. He is armed, too. Do I take him out.”
“Negative. He is one of ours. Go talk to him.”
“You are fucking me.”
“Kilroy, Kara, you have been spending too much time with Tara.”
“So.”
“So, that is the third F-bomb you dropped in three replies.”
“So?”
“Keep cool Kilroy.”
“Roger that.”
Sara went back to helping Ira train the local militia. Ira may have been an okay shot and okay field medic, but she was an excellent teacher. The man with the ice cream truck turned out to be Hamous, a man from Metavira, who had joined the militia AIM had formed in their legendary fight for Metavira. Hamous had decided he was a better fighter than fruit grower and went to find his adventures elsewhere. Gus had by chance run into Hamous in Paris when he was meeting with Chivaldori. Tarballs told Hamous that there would be a job in Arulco if he could get there, so Hamous hopped on a merchant marine heading to Meduna. There Hamous got tired of walking and stole the ice cream truck. Apparently the ice cream truck owner had been hoarding gasoline in the truck because that truck was his lively hood. When the truck reached Chitzena it was on its last tank of gas.
There was one other positive to Kilroy’s crew meeting Hamous when they did. Riding in the truck, they were able to make it back to Chitzena long before the Queen’s force did. Sierra had Kilroy and Terror stay in Southern Chitzena and start to train the militia there while the rest of her crew brought Hamous to her. Her impression of Hamous was that he would be an okay soldier and a better mule, but he was nice enough if a bit simple. She had Gillie show him how to use a medkit. Everyone needs to know how to use a medkit. That was one of Sierra’s golden rules. She didn’t realize she had something as silly as ‘golden rules’ until she said it out loud to Gillie, but if it kept people alive she was okay with that.
The reprisal force from the Queen showed up at 2300 local, a runner reported that there was six of them, definitely mercenaries and not regular army. Sierra called Kilroy to let her know the rest of the crew was coming south to join them but Terror told her they weren’t needed. They had ten local militia ready for a fight so Kilroy and she would be fine. Sierra didn’t like the idea of leaving the two alone so Kilroy suggested that if she didn’t think the two of them could handle the six tangos then why didn’t she send the militia from northern Chitzena their way; that would allow them to get a bit of experience under their belt. Sierra reluctantly agreed.
The battle did not go as Terror thought it would. The merc’s weren’t pushovers. Five of the militia she had just helped trained where dropped before the first black clad mercenary was. Add in the fact that when they attacked from the south, she was in the northern edge of the sector and it took her way to long to flank down the eastern side. Kilroy had it easier. Dropping the ground west of the ACA building, she patiently waited for anyone stupid enough to walk into the lights mounted on the front of the head miner’s office. Three did so, the first she dropped quickly.
The second was a blind fire shot. “K: two tangos five o’clock facing from office on the edge of light” said Terror spotting. Terror had circled around the office and was going to continue south, in front of the mine entrance when she saw two of the black dressed merc’s run west. With her 2nd Generation night vision goggles on, Terror felt invincible. So long as she stayed out of the light and moved very cautiously, they would not be able to touch her.
“I don’t see them T. I am looking…I am looking…wait…is that one of them?”
“Take the shot K.”
“Isn’t there a militia somewhere near you?”
“She flanked south from the west. I last saw her gun flashes at eight o’clock. She dropped a tango but then was messed up by the dead guy’s partners. You are clear to fire.”
“Roger. I think that is someone standing there.”
“Correct, one is standing and one is kneeling.”
“Firing.”
Terror saw the black clad merc get slammed in the back falling forward, the bark of the PSG-1 sounded just before he hit the ground.”
“Good shot!” Terror exclaimed a bit too loudly. The kneeling mercenary’s name was Savante from the Czech Republic; he had his own specialties that he liked to market; knifing and night ops. He disdained using night vision because of its limited peripheral vision and how it made a person’s other senses dull. Senses like hearing. Someone was definitely behind him. Twisting and running, pulling his knife as he ran, he quickly saw the culprit. She was just standing there like a rookie, dependant he was sure on the night vision goggles on her face. Savante’s response was quicker than she was expecting and all too soon he was in front of her and his K-bar knife was thrusting through her Kevlar vest. Fooey, he missed her heart but he enjoyed her painful scream none the less.
“Son of a bitch!” Terror had never seen anyone move so sure at night before. As he pulled his knife from her chest, she wanted to scream at him. She wanted to scream, ‘never take a knife to a gun fight’ as she deftly flipped the selector on her silenced Glock 18 from single shot to auto and emptied her clip into his face. The fifteen 9mm rounds at point blank range were enough to shred the man’s head off of his torso. Before Terror could gloat she felt searing pain on her left side followed by the rat-a-tat-tat of an AK style weapon being fired. There was a third merc out there and some how he saw her. When Terror brought her Glock around, she saw her assailant run; straight into the scope of Kilroy who made him pay permanently for his error.
When more reinforcements arrived from the north, the second squad Sierra and Ira had trained and after Terror staunched her bleeding she joined the search for the last enemy. Terror knew he was wounded because, Silvia, the young militia girl who flanked the Queen’s soldiers from the south, killed one and wounded a second before being shot multiple times. Terror found Silvia, barely alive while the last black clad mercenary absconded away to hide in the woods west of Chitzena. Silvia was saved and for her effort promoted to the next militia experience rank, but it was a costly victory. Eight dead and five, including Terror, wounded.
With that worry over, Sierra continued to solidify their position in Chitzena, training the militia as far as they could. Terror insisted that she could treat her own wounds while Big Al continued to repair what he could. One of the dead mercs was carrying a SKS rifle in rather poor condition; that was the same rifle that both Dimitri and Ira had been trained on and Ira was keen to use the SKS vice the M1 Carbine until Big Al remembered what he had in his backpack; a Mark 23 WWII era rifle scope, one that would fit the M1-Carbine. The Mark 23 had been sent in the first supply shipment by Tarballs, but it didn’t fit any of the weapons they had at that time so Big Al had thrown it into his back pack and with his prodigious strength, never really realized it was there.
After two days they ready to travel. Sierra was going to lead Ira and Dimitri with the Kulba’s on foot. Three hours later the rest would follow in Hamous’s stolen ice cream truck and meet up with them at the short cut to San Mona. The ice cream truck had to be abandoned, but Gillie said he could cover it up enough to avoid notice so that the next time they were near, it should be waiting for them.
Tony was out and after sleeping in the same warehouse as last time, they left San Mona in the morning, but not before stopping at both bars. Tarballs had previously told Sierra that various persons of interest are about Arulco and the bars where the place to meet them. Sierra took that to mean gun runners and like. Klaus’s Korner had no one but an annoying Frank; who thought he could get away with way too forward of suggestions he would like to do with Sara in his back room. Ira was still lobbying that they take out Klaus and his operations in San Mona and the more Sara visited San Mona, the more she was leaning towards agreeing. Sara wasn’t sure how Tarballs would react to that option, not that she had mentioned it to him. Yet.
There was one person in the west San Mona bar that did seem odd; a red head who said her name was Annie and had a real heavy Scotish accent. Something about her made the hackles on the back of Sara’s neck standup. She was challenging all comers to drink her under the table. Both Robber and John Kulba, for different reasons wanted to take her up on the offer.
The journey back to Drassen the next morning was quiet except for the calls from Gus. The first call came at 9:15 and Gus was in a blue mood. He had just received word that the man who he put on the AIM map, Ivan Dolvich, the Russian Killing Machine was dead, killed in the Philippines. Sara let Gus wax about how great Ivan was for fifteen minutes before cutting him off because her batteries were dying. Gus called fifteen minutes to tell Sara that she had to make a slight detour and kick the army out of Omerta again. The third call of the day came as they made it to the intersection where the San Mona road meets the road that goes from Omerta to Cambria. The same intersection that the Queen’s army liked to deploy a squad to guard; the phone rang just has Kilroy’s first shot rang out. Sierra and her squad were hanging back with the Kulba’s, while Kilroy’s second squad dealt with the army.
Gus had called again saying he wanted to cry. There was a second death in the Philippines mission. Buns Snodergrass succumbed to the wounds she received in the same fire fight that killed Ivan. Sara was short with Gus, but still asked why did Buns’ death mattered. When Gus whined because he hadn’t had a chance to tap her ass, because she had a really fine ass, Sara hung up on him.
Listening to the firefight with Ira, Dimitri and Hamous over the comms they shared put Sara on the edge because she could see flashes of gun fire in the distance. The gun fire unnerved Ira who ran to kill the soldiers; her blood lust hot. 2nd squad was slowly moving south (when they arrived in the section, they snuck to the northern edge and took up positions in the rocks there) and Ira with Sara chasing after her, came from the east. Ira saw the remaining soldier who was hiding behind some large rocks just off the road. Diving to the ground behind her own rocks, she took aim. Gillie then flushed the soldier from behind his cover straight into Ira’s sights. Two shots later and the last soldier were dead and Ira’s blood lust was not quenched.
Sara ordered the march north to Omerta where she deployed her two squads behind the unsuspecting army patrol. A quick fire fight ensued with minimal damage on her side and complete destruction on the army’s side. Drassen was still eleven hours away, so they camped in Omerta for the night.
The battle to reclaim Drassen went quick but not the way Sara had planned. Deploying behind the main hanger, Terror cut a hole in the fence for them to deploy through, but Kilroy received fire that thankfully was inaccurate, but lead to a short firefight for the northern flank with Big Al and Hamous supporting her; end result: Good Guys 4, Bad Guys 0.
Sara deployed with Gillie and Robber on the south side of the hanger while Ira rushed behind the support buildings with Dimitri in tow. When Dimitri came under fire from outside the fence, Sara peeled off to come around the building and flank them. This lead to another firefight with four more soldiers. Outside of the first fusillade that hit Dimitri, it was mostly a one sided affair but during the firefight no one thought it was one sided. Too many rounds were landing too close for comfort. Hamous with his scoped Winchester and Gillie took down the remaining two protagonists. John and Mary Kulba could not move fast enough to arrange a flight out of Arulco. Sara was jealous, but consoled herself in the fact that at least she wasn’t on the Philippines mission. They had been lucky so far, too lucky.
The first thing Sara did after the Kulba’s were out of her hair was have Kilroy grease Pablo’s palms and had Gus rob from Bobby Rays. Another FR Ordnance MC51 was ordered (Gus said he was able to secure a really good deal on the MC51’s and so long as we didn’t ask for a dozen, the sweet deal will always be available), Robber was insisting he needed a LMG or assault rifle that could really throw the lead, like a FAMAS, so to please Robber, Sara requested that a FAMAS was ordered. Additionally 7xBattlescopes and two SMG 2xSmall Scopes were ordered as well. The expensive items ordered were two of the heavy tool boxes for Dimitri and Robber. The second order depleted the available funds but ammo for those newly ordered weapons was thought to be kind of nice.
For the next seven days, Sierra played a game of cat and mouse with the army commander of Drassen with central Drassen being taken twice and each time Sierra had her operators pull back to the airport while Sierra and Ira were busy training the Drassen militia. In between the two battles of central Drassen, Sierra sent most of Second Squad to San Mona to see what possible toys Tony had to offer to play with.
Gus had been proven right about the characters of interest frequenting the bars of Arulco. Carmen Danzia, International Bounty Hunter offered to share in any of the three or four bounties he was sure was in Arulco. Going through his data file, Sara was not at all surprised to see Annie at the east San Mona bar on the list, with the colorful nickname of M.O.M.; Matron of Mayhem. Sara gave Kilroy permission to bring Annie’s head back to Drassen. Indeed, that was the only worthwhile event of the trip to San Mona. Tony bought the weapons but still had junk for sale. Annie, in her extra large shoulder bag had hidden a G3A3 Assault rifle. Hamous much preferred that to the single shot Winchester.
By the time Kilroy’s squad returned to Drassen north and central were fully manned with experienced (as experienced as Ira and she could make them in such a short time) militia and Drassen’s mine sector called. Gus called too. He wanted Sierra to find Skyrider. Sara said she would. After the supposed Drassen Counter Assault came.
“Sierra.”
“Woody! Good to hear your voice!”
“Tarballs. What do you have for me.”
“I took a look at that Chalice of Balime nee Chitzena. The Official Arulco website has a picture of the thing in the National Museum in Balime. So that is legit and the benefit of the bringing the Chalice back to Chitzena could be immense with the locals.”
“So we are to rob a museum in Balime before Meduna?”
“You could Woody, but if you whack the Queen, the next moron in charge can just order the Chalice back to Chitzena.”
“And that is your suggestion?”
“That is up to you Woody. The implications are easy enough: if you are going to be in Arulco for a while, hit the museum; if you are looking for just a quick stay in Arulco, go straight for Meduna and take the head off.”
“We are going for Meduna. All of us can’t wait to get out of this hell hole. Thanks, Gus, for dropping us in this hell hole, by the way.”
“Anytime Woody, anytime. Next, escorting the Kulba’s. Not your job description and a hazard you don’t necessarily need at this time. However, there could be a perk or two and you have to go back to Drassen anyway, so it isn’t like you are going out of your way.”
“So escorting them could be our good deed for the day, outside of what we are already doing here in Shit-town.”
“That’s the spirit Woody.”
“Who the fuck is Woody?”
“You are Woody.”
“You mean my voice gives you a Woody? Or does all voices you hear over a satellite phone gives you a Woody.”
“Ahh, don’t go there girl.”
“How much are you making on this venture Tarballs? Because we sat around and figured out how much we would make if it takes us a month to complete the mission. We would be making no more than fifteen fucking bucks an hour.”
“And that is more than I am making. This job is costing me money.”
“Costing you? No profit?”
“No profit.”
“What the fuck, come back. You are a merc, why are you giving money away.”
“Let’s just say Woody, that this is my good deed of a lifetime. That bitch needs to die. Head on a pike and everything. Can you do this for me?”
“That is what we are here...
“Roger that Woody, take care of your team.”
“Sierra here.”
“You won’t fucking believe this!”
“What do you see Kilroy.”
“A fucking ICE CREAM TRUCK in the middle of no where. The guy is standing next to the truck like he is looking for someone. He is armed, too. Do I take him out.”
“Negative. He is one of ours. Go talk to him.”
“You are fucking me.”
“Kilroy, Kara, you have been spending too much time with Tara.”
“So.”
“So, that is the third F-bomb you dropped in three replies.”
“So?”
“Keep cool Kilroy.”
“Roger that.”
Sara went back to helping Ira train the local militia. Ira may have been an okay shot and okay field medic, but she was an excellent teacher. The man with the ice cream truck turned out to be Hamous, a man from Metavira, who had joined the militia AIM had formed in their legendary fight for Metavira. Hamous had decided he was a better fighter than fruit grower and went to find his adventures elsewhere. Gus had by chance run into Hamous in Paris when he was meeting with Chivaldori. Tarballs told Hamous that there would be a job in Arulco if he could get there, so Hamous hopped on a merchant marine heading to Meduna. There Hamous got tired of walking and stole the ice cream truck. Apparently the ice cream truck owner had been hoarding gasoline in the truck because that truck was his lively hood. When the truck reached Chitzena it was on its last tank of gas.
There was one other positive to Kilroy’s crew meeting Hamous when they did. Riding in the truck, they were able to make it back to Chitzena long before the Queen’s force did. Sierra had Kilroy and Terror stay in Southern Chitzena and start to train the militia there while the rest of her crew brought Hamous to her. Her impression of Hamous was that he would be an okay soldier and a better mule, but he was nice enough if a bit simple. She had Gillie show him how to use a medkit. Everyone needs to know how to use a medkit. That was one of Sierra’s golden rules. She didn’t realize she had something as silly as ‘golden rules’ until she said it out loud to Gillie, but if it kept people alive she was okay with that.
The reprisal force from the Queen showed up at 2300 local, a runner reported that there was six of them, definitely mercenaries and not regular army. Sierra called Kilroy to let her know the rest of the crew was coming south to join them but Terror told her they weren’t needed. They had ten local militia ready for a fight so Kilroy and she would be fine. Sierra didn’t like the idea of leaving the two alone so Kilroy suggested that if she didn’t think the two of them could handle the six tangos then why didn’t she send the militia from northern Chitzena their way; that would allow them to get a bit of experience under their belt. Sierra reluctantly agreed.
The battle did not go as Terror thought it would. The merc’s weren’t pushovers. Five of the militia she had just helped trained where dropped before the first black clad mercenary was. Add in the fact that when they attacked from the south, she was in the northern edge of the sector and it took her way to long to flank down the eastern side. Kilroy had it easier. Dropping the ground west of the ACA building, she patiently waited for anyone stupid enough to walk into the lights mounted on the front of the head miner’s office. Three did so, the first she dropped quickly.
The second was a blind fire shot. “K: two tangos five o’clock facing from office on the edge of light” said Terror spotting. Terror had circled around the office and was going to continue south, in front of the mine entrance when she saw two of the black dressed merc’s run west. With her 2nd Generation night vision goggles on, Terror felt invincible. So long as she stayed out of the light and moved very cautiously, they would not be able to touch her.
“I don’t see them T. I am looking…I am looking…wait…is that one of them?”
“Take the shot K.”
“Isn’t there a militia somewhere near you?”
“She flanked south from the west. I last saw her gun flashes at eight o’clock. She dropped a tango but then was messed up by the dead guy’s partners. You are clear to fire.”
“Roger. I think that is someone standing there.”
“Correct, one is standing and one is kneeling.”
“Firing.”
Terror saw the black clad merc get slammed in the back falling forward, the bark of the PSG-1 sounded just before he hit the ground.”
“Good shot!” Terror exclaimed a bit too loudly. The kneeling mercenary’s name was Savante from the Czech Republic; he had his own specialties that he liked to market; knifing and night ops. He disdained using night vision because of its limited peripheral vision and how it made a person’s other senses dull. Senses like hearing. Someone was definitely behind him. Twisting and running, pulling his knife as he ran, he quickly saw the culprit. She was just standing there like a rookie, dependant he was sure on the night vision goggles on her face. Savante’s response was quicker than she was expecting and all too soon he was in front of her and his K-bar knife was thrusting through her Kevlar vest. Fooey, he missed her heart but he enjoyed her painful scream none the less.
“Son of a bitch!” Terror had never seen anyone move so sure at night before. As he pulled his knife from her chest, she wanted to scream at him. She wanted to scream, ‘never take a knife to a gun fight’ as she deftly flipped the selector on her silenced Glock 18 from single shot to auto and emptied her clip into his face. The fifteen 9mm rounds at point blank range were enough to shred the man’s head off of his torso. Before Terror could gloat she felt searing pain on her left side followed by the rat-a-tat-tat of an AK style weapon being fired. There was a third merc out there and some how he saw her. When Terror brought her Glock around, she saw her assailant run; straight into the scope of Kilroy who made him pay permanently for his error.
When more reinforcements arrived from the north, the second squad Sierra and Ira had trained and after Terror staunched her bleeding she joined the search for the last enemy. Terror knew he was wounded because, Silvia, the young militia girl who flanked the Queen’s soldiers from the south, killed one and wounded a second before being shot multiple times. Terror found Silvia, barely alive while the last black clad mercenary absconded away to hide in the woods west of Chitzena. Silvia was saved and for her effort promoted to the next militia experience rank, but it was a costly victory. Eight dead and five, including Terror, wounded.
With that worry over, Sierra continued to solidify their position in Chitzena, training the militia as far as they could. Terror insisted that she could treat her own wounds while Big Al continued to repair what he could. One of the dead mercs was carrying a SKS rifle in rather poor condition; that was the same rifle that both Dimitri and Ira had been trained on and Ira was keen to use the SKS vice the M1 Carbine until Big Al remembered what he had in his backpack; a Mark 23 WWII era rifle scope, one that would fit the M1-Carbine. The Mark 23 had been sent in the first supply shipment by Tarballs, but it didn’t fit any of the weapons they had at that time so Big Al had thrown it into his back pack and with his prodigious strength, never really realized it was there.
After two days they ready to travel. Sierra was going to lead Ira and Dimitri with the Kulba’s on foot. Three hours later the rest would follow in Hamous’s stolen ice cream truck and meet up with them at the short cut to San Mona. The ice cream truck had to be abandoned, but Gillie said he could cover it up enough to avoid notice so that the next time they were near, it should be waiting for them.
Tony was out and after sleeping in the same warehouse as last time, they left San Mona in the morning, but not before stopping at both bars. Tarballs had previously told Sierra that various persons of interest are about Arulco and the bars where the place to meet them. Sierra took that to mean gun runners and like. Klaus’s Korner had no one but an annoying Frank; who thought he could get away with way too forward of suggestions he would like to do with Sara in his back room. Ira was still lobbying that they take out Klaus and his operations in San Mona and the more Sara visited San Mona, the more she was leaning towards agreeing. Sara wasn’t sure how Tarballs would react to that option, not that she had mentioned it to him. Yet.
There was one person in the west San Mona bar that did seem odd; a red head who said her name was Annie and had a real heavy Scotish accent. Something about her made the hackles on the back of Sara’s neck standup. She was challenging all comers to drink her under the table. Both Robber and John Kulba, for different reasons wanted to take her up on the offer.
The journey back to Drassen the next morning was quiet except for the calls from Gus. The first call came at 9:15 and Gus was in a blue mood. He had just received word that the man who he put on the AIM map, Ivan Dolvich, the Russian Killing Machine was dead, killed in the Philippines. Sara let Gus wax about how great Ivan was for fifteen minutes before cutting him off because her batteries were dying. Gus called fifteen minutes to tell Sara that she had to make a slight detour and kick the army out of Omerta again. The third call of the day came as they made it to the intersection where the San Mona road meets the road that goes from Omerta to Cambria. The same intersection that the Queen’s army liked to deploy a squad to guard; the phone rang just has Kilroy’s first shot rang out. Sierra and her squad were hanging back with the Kulba’s, while Kilroy’s second squad dealt with the army.
Gus had called again saying he wanted to cry. There was a second death in the Philippines mission. Buns Snodergrass succumbed to the wounds she received in the same fire fight that killed Ivan. Sara was short with Gus, but still asked why did Buns’ death mattered. When Gus whined because he hadn’t had a chance to tap her ass, because she had a really fine ass, Sara hung up on him.
Listening to the firefight with Ira, Dimitri and Hamous over the comms they shared put Sara on the edge because she could see flashes of gun fire in the distance. The gun fire unnerved Ira who ran to kill the soldiers; her blood lust hot. 2nd squad was slowly moving south (when they arrived in the section, they snuck to the northern edge and took up positions in the rocks there) and Ira with Sara chasing after her, came from the east. Ira saw the remaining soldier who was hiding behind some large rocks just off the road. Diving to the ground behind her own rocks, she took aim. Gillie then flushed the soldier from behind his cover straight into Ira’s sights. Two shots later and the last soldier were dead and Ira’s blood lust was not quenched.
Sara ordered the march north to Omerta where she deployed her two squads behind the unsuspecting army patrol. A quick fire fight ensued with minimal damage on her side and complete destruction on the army’s side. Drassen was still eleven hours away, so they camped in Omerta for the night.
The battle to reclaim Drassen went quick but not the way Sara had planned. Deploying behind the main hanger, Terror cut a hole in the fence for them to deploy through, but Kilroy received fire that thankfully was inaccurate, but lead to a short firefight for the northern flank with Big Al and Hamous supporting her; end result: Good Guys 4, Bad Guys 0.
Sara deployed with Gillie and Robber on the south side of the hanger while Ira rushed behind the support buildings with Dimitri in tow. When Dimitri came under fire from outside the fence, Sara peeled off to come around the building and flank them. This lead to another firefight with four more soldiers. Outside of the first fusillade that hit Dimitri, it was mostly a one sided affair but during the firefight no one thought it was one sided. Too many rounds were landing too close for comfort. Hamous with his scoped Winchester and Gillie took down the remaining two protagonists. John and Mary Kulba could not move fast enough to arrange a flight out of Arulco. Sara was jealous, but consoled herself in the fact that at least she wasn’t on the Philippines mission. They had been lucky so far, too lucky.
The first thing Sara did after the Kulba’s were out of her hair was have Kilroy grease Pablo’s palms and had Gus rob from Bobby Rays. Another FR Ordnance MC51 was ordered (Gus said he was able to secure a really good deal on the MC51’s and so long as we didn’t ask for a dozen, the sweet deal will always be available), Robber was insisting he needed a LMG or assault rifle that could really throw the lead, like a FAMAS, so to please Robber, Sara requested that a FAMAS was ordered. Additionally 7xBattlescopes and two SMG 2xSmall Scopes were ordered as well. The expensive items ordered were two of the heavy tool boxes for Dimitri and Robber. The second order depleted the available funds but ammo for those newly ordered weapons was thought to be kind of nice.
For the next seven days, Sierra played a game of cat and mouse with the army commander of Drassen with central Drassen being taken twice and each time Sierra had her operators pull back to the airport while Sierra and Ira were busy training the Drassen militia. In between the two battles of central Drassen, Sierra sent most of Second Squad to San Mona to see what possible toys Tony had to offer to play with.
Gus had been proven right about the characters of interest frequenting the bars of Arulco. Carmen Danzia, International Bounty Hunter offered to share in any of the three or four bounties he was sure was in Arulco. Going through his data file, Sara was not at all surprised to see Annie at the east San Mona bar on the list, with the colorful nickname of M.O.M.; Matron of Mayhem. Sara gave Kilroy permission to bring Annie’s head back to Drassen. Indeed, that was the only worthwhile event of the trip to San Mona. Tony bought the weapons but still had junk for sale. Annie, in her extra large shoulder bag had hidden a G3A3 Assault rifle. Hamous much preferred that to the single shot Winchester.
By the time Kilroy’s squad returned to Drassen north and central were fully manned with experienced (as experienced as Ira and she could make them in such a short time) militia and Drassen’s mine sector called. Gus called too. He wanted Sierra to find Skyrider. Sara said she would. After the supposed Drassen Counter Assault came.