Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2010 15:08:31 GMT -5
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The engine was roaring as Gladiator was sitting in a small seat, strapped to his body was a hundred pounds of equipment. The main stay of the weight was his T10 Parachute assembly and harness. He peered to the left as the jump master dressed in olive camouflage was opening the door to the C-130. The C-130 was flying over the woodlands of Serbia, not the perfect place for a drop off but with Gladiator's parachute experience he could do it. It was cold as Gladiator was warm though, the gear he had on kept him warm. As he looked outside through the circular window he saw snow falling to the ground. "STAND UP!' The jumpmaster shouted as Gladiator stood u. "CHECK EQUIPMENT!" The jump master began checking Gladiator. "SOUND OFF FOR EQUIPMENT CHECK!" Gladiator yelled all okay! The jumpmaster waited and told him he had 30 seconds to the landing zone. Gladiator hooked his harness up to the static line above him. Now it was 15 seconds, 10, 5. GO GO GO! Gladiator walked to the door, the jump master was yelling it continuously as Gladiator leaped out of the door and into the icy blast. He counted one thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand. His parachute opened as it jerked him up in the air as he looked below. He looked sideways watching the C-130 fly away in the distance. He was high in the sky and ground visibility was very low. Snow was landed on his hands but luckily he had olive gloves on him. Finally after a slow descent he could see the ground. He was landing near tall pine trees. He maneuvered himself left as he smacked the hard ground. Snow was falling on the ground, some was staying but most was melting. He rolled over like he had been taught in training, after laying their for a second he took his parachute off. His camouflage was olive, perfect for the woods but if the snow started getting serious it may not work so good. He reached into his drop bag and pulled out his disassembled M4 Carbine. He began assembling it and finally got it working. His PASGT helmet was on his head firmly, black goggles around his eyes and his shoulder holster with a Colt 45. inside. In his breast pocket was a map of the area, he looked around and finally found the direction he was looking for. The trees next to him were taking in most of the air, he didn't want to admit but he was cold. After maybe two minutes of walking, he saw buildings in the distance. He saw black smoke flowing in the air behind the buildings. Men were walking in the streets with AK47's and other feared stolen weapons. He was lying in the grass looking through his small non issued binoculars. His radio was in a pouch as he pulled it out. "Whiskey whisky, this is foxtrot out". The voice replied acknowledging what he said. "I have found the city, their are armored men patrolling the streets. I can make out a fire behind one of the buildings". The voice replied telling him his objective was to infiltrate the city and steal the stolen Stinger Anti Aircraft Missiles. He said okay and began his quest.
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He sprinted across the ground trying not to be noticed by any patrols. He was up lying on the wall as he peered across into the street. The town was very small. He turned right as he began walking towards the alley. He was moving fast through the streets. He looked in front of him and noticed a door opening, the steps to the house led to the door. He ducked behind trash cans as the mysterious man walked out. He had no rifles on him, yet he looked like a member of the rebel patrols. Gladiator watched as the rebel pulled out a cigarette and began smoking with the lighter. Gladiator watched as he walked back inside the building, opening the door to reveal a pile of Stinger missiles. Gladiator reported the findings via radio to his HQ. Recon photos had showed that this place was heavily guarded. He was giving the go to storm the building. He stood up as a voice said "FREEZE!". Gladiator turned around and saw that their were three men with AK47 Kalashnikov rifles. Gladiator radioed that he had been captured. The men knocked his rifle down as they laughed. Gladiator suddenly lunged forward at the men trying to eliminate one of them. This proved to be a bad mistake as the other two men pounded him in the head with the rifle buttstock. The men dragged him onto the steps as more men came out of the house. They were wearing black masks. They began talking in a different language. Gladiator looked down fearing that he could be killed. He had to escape. But right now their was no way he could get away. He sat their looking at the sky listening to the men laugh and take photos of him. He took his helmet off and began biting his scarf. He couldn't admit it, he was scared. He had to escape, no doubt about it.
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The men began questioning him about where he was from, what he was here to do and other questions. He had strict orders not to be captured, and strict orders that if he was not to answer a single thing. Over time the men started hitting him and alot of them began leaving the building to go on patrols. At one point their were only two men guarding Gladiator. This was the perfect chance as he broke free of the tape around his wrists and grabbed the man's AK47 rifle barrel and shoved it into the cheap wall. He smacked the man and within an instant the men was knocked down. He alerted the other guard upstairs who ran down, Gladiator sprinted as he hid behind a wall. The man came down and he was knocked out by a punch. Gladiator radioed in his situation, the men told him that the whole mission had been a failure because of mass enemy troop movements north east of his location. He had nothing to worry about because the troop movements were far off. He was given the "ok" to detonate satchel charges on the stingers. He reached around un slinging his M4, and taking his backpack off of him and he reached inside and pulled out one large forty pound satchel charge. He layed it on the box of Stingers, which had to be atleast four inside. He peered outside the window curtain seeing no one in sight, he walked out the front door and detonated the charge from a safe distance. People began yelling mainly civilians about the explosion. He ran into the woods where he was radioed that recon photos are showing massive troops moving to the village. The landing zone wasn't far off as he humped his pack like usual to the landing zone. It was a safe zone, he had crossed a invisible military barrier. He could not be attacked by enemy on this side or it was a war crime. Soon the Little Bird four seater military helicopter landed, three men already inside. Gladiator ran forward and strapped himself into his seat as the helicopter took off into the distance. He loved the feeling of a mission complete, however some of his objectives had to be abandoned. The men inside the helicopter talked to him and told him a job well done, but he knew his mission was barely complete. He looked out onto the sky looking at the wilderness below as the helicopter roared off into the distance.
