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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #30 on: May 05, 2017, 01:21:30 AM »
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Jack shook his head to the steward before glancing over where Bobbie had seen the "zoomies". He shook his head.

"I don't see Wings of Gold, they're not mine. And I heard the story too, lame. Come back to me when someone else drops a toilet. Everything else is just pretending to be as awesome as that." Jack said. Though many considered it a meme or fake, a Navy A-1 Skyraider had indeed dropped a toilet during Vietnam.

As he started to eat, he glanced up at Bobbie after she made her request for his next call home.

"Oh yeah, ookaay." He said, dragging out the okay, "You and I both know AJ has the most finely tuned bullshit radar ever, and that you don't keep me out of trouble, you aid and abet it. Or have we forgotten that place in Perth that we about got the entire RAAF banned from?" Jack concluded with a grin of his own. No one could claim innocence that night, and there had been a lot of ass chewings that Monday.

"I wonder how crowded this little island is about to be..." Jack mused aloud.


 One couldn’t help but wonder at the rivalry between the services and though to a degree in Australia it was there, Bobbie had noted more often within the US it was a fierce rivalry where back home the three services were more used to working closer together. One of the benefits she supposed of having a very small by world standards armed forces. “I spent some time when I was in the states on Red Flag at Edwards Air Base, as well as a little time on one of your carriers out in the Gulf. I couldn’t make a call Jack as to who were the better pilots, but I have to hand it to you Navy guys, there is no chance in a million hells you’d  have me landing on that tiny little deck at 200 knots in the middle of the night. “ She sucked her breath in through her teeth. “Incredibly brave or incredibly stupid or maybe a touch of both.” With that she eased out small chuckle after his story sunk in. “I’m trying to picture that ya know, dropping a loo from a great height. It’d be even more glorious if it’d been one of those outdoor cans the army types use.” Now that would have been something to see. It gave her some wicked ideas.

 Making their way to an empty table (most were) they sat down to indulge themselves, Bobby taking a side plate to pile a few of her chips on it to push over to Jack. “You know I was never going to eat them all, just keeping up appearances.” At first she thought of being all lady like using the knife and fork which would have only been proper, but Bobbie was so hungry she mentally said ‘stuff that’, to proceed to eat with her hands by breaking of small portions of the superbly beer battered fish, followed by a chip in between. To her it was natural, every Sunday growing up after Church the family would head to Normanville beach on the coast, summer or winter it didn’t matter for it wasn’t just for the water, it was for Emmanuel’s Fish and Chip shop perched up above the houses on the headland. “Mmmm” She said between bites. “This is almost as good as back home.”
 
 The last mouthful was almost spat out in a complete guffaw when he mentioned the incident. Her face flushed scarlet at the memory. “Not entirely all of the Air Force, just our two Squadrons. Still it was worth it in the end knowing that by the time that Pub ever saw us again it’d be forgotten…even to see Wing Commander Evans pole dance down to her knickers and bra was worth it, ya gotta admit that.” She left out the part where Bobbie herself joined the Amazon like redhead at the end.

 Taking a small moment to look outside past the new people she saw it was raining steadily. “I’d say with seeing the George Bush on its way and her fleet, very crowded. I heard over the radio to as we passed the fleet, HMAS Canberra and her mixed fleet of Aussie, Kiwi and Canadian ships are on their way as well. The Iwo Jima was seven hours behind the Bush, so do the numbers and that doesn’t count the Brits and other nations throwing their hand in. It’s like June 6th 1944 all over again isn’t it?” She shuddered at the thought; that meant a lot of death.
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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #31 on: May 05, 2017, 03:55:40 AM »
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Robert actually laughed a bit at that.  "Hmm, I'm sure we could come up with some stories," he answered, glancing at Kyle.  There were also other parts that he would rather forget like the landmine that had taken out a good soldier who had been trying to help one of the local children get back to safety.  War was not pretty.  It was one of the reasons he wouldn't complain about his job as a cop.  there was times he felt like he was living in hell on earth.

"Wait, you mean you actually aren't gonna spout off any stories?" he asked, surprised by Kyle. "And I've heard of him.  I'm sure Trish does have some stories to share." Robert rolled his eyes.  'Hence why I'm not tempting him."  he followed Trish's gaze.  "Hmm, that seems right.  There are quite an assortment of people here.  I'm hoping at least one of them will help us to find Cate." He couldn't help it.  He missed her and wanted her back in his arms.  Robert shook the thought for his head as he walked over to get a cup of coffee.  He needed something to distract him until he was able to get back out there and hunting.  Trish and Kyle picking on each other was helping though.


“I’m sure ya could, both of you. “ Without ado Trish charged in between the two men, she wasn’t about to let them get ahead of her, besides chivalry had gone out the window long ago when they realized she could talk trash as good as any guy.  Just inside the door and out of that cold damp, she spun around to give Rob a little serve.

 “Nope. I know pretty much all of what my old man did, some of it ain’t pretty. But they are his stories not mine and I’m sure as his kid I’d twist the facts to make em sound even bigger than what they were and you don’t wanna hear that BS.”

"No you can keep the BS Nugget." Kyle hurrumphed, he was hankering for a good story to ease his mind after that shitty flight. Still food was even better. “Best not tempt Satan, he has a fine way of retribution.” An image of Lucifer adorned the nose of Kyle’s F16 in Afghanistan and it did cause a political correct stir among the locals; not that it bothered him and no matter how much his superiors begged him to remove it, he never did. Telling them that if the local people wanted the Tali removed, then they’d have to accept it was the Devil’s work to do it. “These people are fighter pilots Bob, I think the only reason they’re here is the same as ours, to drop a lot of heavy shit on the Cartel, then go home to have a good night’s sleep afterwards. But I tell you what, after we grab some food, why not amble over to that little girl there , she might know Cate better than we do; after all their Air Force is only a fraction the size of ours.”

“Good idea, we’ll all go sit with em. I hope these Brits know what a good steak is.”

 
 

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #32 on: May 05, 2017, 04:33:12 AM »
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They remained standing as the Colonel took a seat. Riley could not help but crack a smile as the colonel mentioned the fact that they watched shows.

"Dads Army, Colonel. Great show." Riley replied, with a nod before clearing his throat as they were instructed to take a seat.

Both of the Brits had taken a seat almost in sync with one another as they listened to what she had to say. Riley frowned as the colonel listed the possible reasons of the downed bird.

Broderick folded his arms across his chest as he leaned in to view the picture of the missing pilot - noting her facial features and her name for future use. His eyes moved around the satellite map that she had brought up following the picture of the pilot with interest. Both of the men were noting positions.

"This came from the Pentagon just before you arrived."

That couldn't be good, Broderick noted the sudden shift in tone as the white sheet was pushed in front of him. He remained locked with the colonel's gaze a second longer before pulling the paper into his hands and reading it.

"From the CIA, actually. Cate is, or was an operative with both ASIS and the CIA. She is apparently very valuable although equally apparently she has a lot in her head they don't want getting out. If she is not safely found within twenty four hours, she is to be sacrificed, I don't need to tell you what that means."

Seemed this was of top priority. His jaw clenched at the fact that there was such consideration that a member would be sacrificed, he was having none of that bollocks. Broderick took a deep breath, passing the paper back and sitting straight in his chair as he locked his gaze with the Colonel, "We're on board for rescuing the pilot, Colonel. Two patrols are going to be with me, with another three on standby. If you have anything to add, by all means, I'm very happy to adjust plans, ma'am."


 There was no time really for levity although it was Sam's nature to always put people at ease, it was how she was made really. "My fault really Sergeant. My mother is English, she got me hooked when I was a kid and if they weren't on a network back then, she'd have my Aunt send over VHS tapes of the series we wanted to watch. I think my all time favorite apart from Dad's Army is possibly Faulty Towers. Jack my husband is very much like Basil Faulty, its why I married him." She was at least grinning that famous Carter grin at this point.

 "Now down to the nuts and bolts. Captain Stone I've got a rough plan in my head, see what you think of it." She did though make a call earlier to be sure, it was passed with bells on it. "Firstly you'll be taking along with you Cate's fiance, Captain Robert Henschel. He's with the Air National Guard unit that flew in ahead of me earlier. Since he was due to return home to his civilian job today, I've asked his superiors if he can have leave to which they granted. You'll find him very handy, as he's a Forensics cop in his day job and...he's pledged that his emotions won't get in the way."

 Then came the plan. "Our Marines have arrived with some of their CH-53's, they are fast so my plan depends on that. We will fly a cover mission with a full combat Squadron of Harrier's of the Iwo Jima, they'll be flying ahead of the ship and should be here by the time you're ready to leave. Two of them will be assigned to escort you in. We'll be dropping regular ordnance but we're going to add smoke, a lot of it to allow you to rapel in undetected. You'll be placed in as close to the downed F16 as we can get you. Sound feasible?"
"I'm an Air Force officer just like you are, Colonel. And just because my reproductive organs are on the inside instead of the outside doesn't mean I can't handle whatever you can handle."

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #33 on: May 05, 2017, 08:38:03 AM »
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"We're a competitive bunch, but that's just how it is. Cow goes moo, sheep goes bah, the US Military has a major inter-service rivalry." He shrugged, "Now carrier landings, yeah, that's always dicey. But we've been doing it for almost a hundred years now, so it's no big deal. Just pretend that instead of a runway sitting there with lots of space, you have none of the space, it's moving, and instead of coasting to a stop, you're snapped to a stop. Easy." That was followed up by a chuckle.

"Yeah, it was a legit crapper, they were going to toss it overboard and the plane captain kept it, had the AO guys fit fins and a fuze to it, as well as rigging it up to the pylon. Look up the A-1 Skyraider on Wikipedia, it's right there. Now for a port-a-crapper, you might need to load that into a bomber." Jack said and then took another bite. After he finished, he continued.

"Man, if I had one of those Su-34s, that Flanker that's like a love child between a Flanker and an Intruder or Aardvark, I'd be the guy that got an air-to-air kill after I purged that thing's septic tank on a bogey. I mean, they built a kitchen and toilet into it, you gotta figure there's a button somewhere to dump the poop tank. Now that's worthy of a recruitment poster." He concluded.

He took the offered plate, alternating between that and his own.

"It's not bad stuff. I don't know why people knock English food so much. The only thing that's overrated to me is sushi, and that was before I got to Japan. Everyone's all about that and I just can't stand it. I'm not a big fish guy to begin with, but people need to lay off the sushi." Jack commented between bites.

"AJ almost joined you both, had she not been blowing chunks after trying to take on Miles in shots. I told her it was a bad idea, but one thing about Marines is you can't talk 'em out of bad ideas." Jack replied when Bobbie brought up that night's activities. Though his wife had no problem getting hammered, she just could not do straight hard liquor. In fact, like him, she preferred drinks that went down good, not just some hard shot like it was JP aviation fuel.

"Someone across the crick is getting a little too big for their britches if we're throwing this much weight behind it. That or someone's decided excess is best. Either way, we're still here. I just wonder to what end, because this sky, aside from being awfully crap right now, is lookin' to get awfully full right quick." Jack replied.

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« Reply #34 on: May 05, 2017, 12:33:35 PM »
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Robert rolled his ice blue eyes, glad that the brim of his hat hid them. "Very well.  Guess it's up to you and me Kyle to keep these stories going," he said, trying not to think about what he might have lost.  He had to keep his head in the game if he had any hope of finding Cate.  Robert just shook his head.  "You know, one of these days someone is gonna come after you for that little image on your bird," he teased Kyle.  He had gotten over it a long time ago.  It was still odd to see though.

The light haired cowboy finally nodded. "You have a point there.  Good, then we have an even better chance of finding her." He looked over at the table and shrugged a broad shoulder. "Sure, why not.  Maybe they have heard something we haven't," he agreed, grabbing a plate to get his meal since just coffee wouldn't cut it.

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« Reply #35 on: May 06, 2017, 08:27:18 PM »
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The chief gave his report and Jack nodded as he explained. That was good. He always loved how squared away the SWCC people were. Never had to wait around for them. He noticed one of the crewmen - crewwoman, rather - pause midsentence and couldn't help but smile.  She must've just been moved over from the mainline Navy. Officers in the teams and NSW groups were a bit less strict.

He heard Aron comment on the boats. "I know right?" He said with a huge grin. "Just wait till they open up with those miniguns. If you don't pop a woody, you're dead." Jack said, as he turned back towards his crew. This was the time he hated - hurry up and wait.

A nod was given in the direction of Hanley. "I think I saw a makeshift shooting range when we were coming in. Fifty bucks to the tightest grouping sound good?" He asked of his assembled team.  He turned to the SWCC Chief. "Your team want in on that?" He questioned.

The Chief gave a nod. "We're all ready here, el tee. Anybody wanna go part these nice SEAL's from their money?"

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« Reply #36 on: May 06, 2017, 10:35:14 PM »
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Broderick's lips were pressed into a thin line as he shifted foot, and positioned of his folded arms; left over right. Riley was more of the expressive out of the duo at this part in time, when he was informed about Carter's background in being British. Though, his face snapped into focus as she brought it down into business and brought in who they'd be traveling with, the fiance of the downed pilot.

"...he's pledged that his emotions won't get in the way."

He was reassured by such a comment, Broderick could not afford for someone who would be putting their troops and patrols in unnecessary risks for one who couldn't control their emotions. They had an important place in the world, but when they were going to be moving fast - it was better to rely on instinct and muscle memory. "Sounds good, Colonel. Happy for him to tag along in your patrol, Wilson?" Brody turned to his 2-IC.

"Bloody happy, Captain. We've be happy to have him." Riley nodded.

"We'll be dropping regular ordnance but we're going to add smoke, a lot of it to allow you to rapel in undetected. You'll be placed in as close to the downed F16 as we can get you. Sound feasible?"

Broderick nodded, perfectly happy to adjust his plans. They'd be operating in front of the other ground troops already on their way over to the crash site, that brought a sly lopsided smirk to his features - mild competitiveness kicking in, quickly being pushed down as he cleared his throat. "Will have to update the squadron, Wilson, you're in charge of prepping the troops. Where can we find the captain?"

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« Reply #37 on: May 07, 2017, 12:55:29 AM »
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Leah rubbed the back of her head as she continued filing down the feed tray of the 240B a little. Once satisfied she mounted the machinegun once more.

The Chief grinned at the SEAL's offer. "I can give you a handicap and sidearm the 240's to make it fair for you boys...then again there may be advantage in that since we use the big guns all the damn time. What do you think Boxer?"

Leah cringed a little at the name, still not used to it. "SEAL money is the best money Chief, especially when we use it for drinks." She gave her Mk 18 a comforting pat. "Name the game, im in. Boat one is ready to roll. Boat two is on ice, three and four were the first checked out and will be standing by for MCAD deployment of we need them in the mix."

"MCAD, really? Well at least someone is getting answers, maybe im asking thw wrong people?"

"Naw Chief it's all in the charm...im better than you." Leah grinned as she left the boats behind. "Oh Chief, the .50 checks out. I fixed that feeding issue we had during our last rotation."

"Good stuff, still we need to do well not to melt the barrel this time."

"I don't know. The boys can ne pretty heated when they wamt to be. Especially if we take rounds. It's thay whole...kill it real dead mentality. Kind of comes with the job I think."

Leah rolled her sleeves up as she opted to take her NEW counterparts on, giving the peltors a quick test before turning them off. "We've  got more rounds in our pallets, so if y'all  need to restock brass afterwards don't be shy."
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« Reply #38 on: May 07, 2017, 01:13:18 AM »
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"Hah is that right? Thinking about my cock...so thoughtful," he bursy out laughing.
 "Here's to hoping my cock isn't doing reactive drills the whole time. I could pass out from blood loss... and I would very much like it if you didn't leave me passed out on the boats."

He pulled the gator down from over his face, sizing up the SWCC' s. He wondered just what kind of shots they were. Considering the name of their game seemed to ne loud amd proud with big guns. He felt like suppression was their focus, but that was just his musimg
 He was quite positive that they were in fact very accurate with such weapons as it was their profession. "I don't think that big fun would count
 We can't find the groupimg if the target is gone no? Ah...you are smart boat people. I like how you think." His accent dropped over his words but it was obvious that Aron was quite amused. He was from a world of work hard amd play thay much harder. It seemed like these Americans were along those same lines.

"Oh, loser buys all the drinks when this this entire fiasco is dome and buried."

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« Reply #39 on: May 08, 2017, 12:34:30 AM »
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"We're a competitive bunch, but that's just how it is. Cow goes moo, sheep goes bah, the US Military has a major inter-service rivalry." He shrugged, "Now carrier landings, yeah, that's always dicey. But we've been doing it for almost a hundred years now, so it's no big deal. Just pretend that instead of a runway sitting there with lots of space, you have none of the space, it's moving, and instead of coasting to a stop, you're snapped to a stop. Easy." That was followed up by a chuckle.

"Yeah, it was a legit crapper, they were going to toss it overboard and the plane captain kept it, had the AO guys fit fins and a fuze to it, as well as rigging it up to the pylon. Look up the A-1 Skyraider on Wikipedia, it's right there. Now for a port-a-crapper, you might need to load that into a bomber." Jack said and then took another bite. After he finished, he continued.

"Man, if I had one of those Su-34s, that Flanker that's like a love child between a Flanker and an Intruder or Aardvark, I'd be the guy that got an air-to-air kill after I purged that thing's septic tank on a bogey. I mean, they built a kitchen and toilet into it, you gotta figure there's a button somewhere to dump the poop tank. Now that's worthy of a recruitment poster." He concluded.

He took the offered plate, alternating between that and his own.

"It's not bad stuff. I don't know why people knock English food so much. The only thing that's overrated to me is sushi, and that was before I got to Japan. Everyone's all about that and I just can't stand it. I'm not a big fish guy to begin with, but people need to lay off the sushi." Jack commented between bites.

"AJ almost joined you both, had she not been blowing chunks after trying to take on Miles in shots. I told her it was a bad idea, but one thing about Marines is you can't talk 'em out of bad ideas." Jack replied when Bobbie brought up that night's activities. Though his wife had no problem getting hammered, she just could not do straight hard liquor. In fact, like him, she preferred drinks that went down good, not just some hard shot like it was JP aviation fuel.

"Someone across the crick is getting a little too big for their britches if we're throwing this much weight behind it. That or someone's decided excess is best. Either way, we're still here. I just wonder to what end, because this sky, aside from being awfully crap right now, is lookin' to get awfully full right quick." Jack replied.


 Bobbie scrunched her eyes up at the thought of all those decades of such heavy going up against one another like as if it were one hundred years of football rivalry. She’d go utterly bonkers if she had to put up with that back home among her peers in the other services. “As you saw Jack back home, we’re more like one great big service with very little going on between us since we have to work as cohesive units more often than not. Army and Navy, Air Force and the other two come together so often the lines of who is who are often blurred especially during exercises. I’ve done the Kakadu exercises three times now and we’ve had both Army and Navy commanders of our Squadron even though those people were helicopter types. “ Kind of weird in a way but it helped everyone become familiar with each others procedures. “By the time you get to Squadron Leader, you’ll have spent at least 18 months on exchange with the US Navy doing exactly that. Not especially looking forward to it, even less so if you…” She prodded his shoulder. “…were my training officer on some tub.” Bobbie refrained from giving him the middle finger.

As the conversation and of course the food continued Jack’s story reminded her of something she learned at the academy that he’d find interesting. “We had a history lecture once concerning World War two and the campaign in New Guinea. Our RAAF boys were seriously lacking aircraft at the time with only a few Kittyhawks, some of our own Boomerang Fighters and the Wirraway which was essentially our own version of the original Texan trainer. That last one they used sometimes for light bombing duties, strapping a couple of 500 pound bombs underneath with the only defensive weapon being two piddly three o three guns in the front and a single for the observer in back. “ She recalled on the lecture trying to filter out the humor of it. “There was an instance were several hundred Japs were closing in on Lae, our guys had no bombs to speak of on the day, but the Army only needed a slight distraction. So you know what the RAAF boys did?” This was the typical Aussie answer. “Four Wirraways went up with each Observer in back having a crate of empty beer bottles, they dropped them on the Japs with the bottles making a whistling sound as if real bombs were being dropped. Sent the running long enough for the army to get their artillery on line.” Bobbie was rather proud of that story because it was something she herself would come up with. “I think with some ingenuity we can do anything can’t we?”

“Ugh!” She spat. “Sushi. If it was the last thing left on the planet to eat I’d never touch the stuff. The very thought of raw fish, or any meat raw turns my stomach. Honestly I don’t know why people rave on about it.” The look on her face was enough to spell out toxic, enough said.

With that concerning AJ she grinned. Jack had no idea at all what went on in the women’s section of the officers barracks, no idea at all. She wasn’t about to let him know either except to just sit there with a foolish grin on her face. She could tell him about  the card games, but perhaps that would be better coming from AJ herself. “The rumor mill we heard on that stopover in Edwards wasn’t the most encouraging was it. Something like eight Squadrons on the ground her before the end of the month. Add the Navy and Army equation into that and its big. Something is definitely brewing Jack.”



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« Reply #40 on: May 08, 2017, 01:52:04 AM »
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Robert rolled his ice blue eyes, glad that the brim of his hat hid them. "Very well.  Guess it's up to you and me Kyle to keep these stories going," he said, trying not to think about what he might have lost.  He had to keep his head in the game if he had any hope of finding Cate.  Robert just shook his head.  "You know, one of these days someone is gonna come after you for that little image on your bird," he teased Kyle.  He had gotten over it a long time ago.  It was still odd to see though.

The light haired cowboy finally nodded. "You have a point there.  Good, then we have an even better chance of finding her." He looked over at the table and shrugged a broad shoulder. "Sure, why not.  Maybe they have heard something we haven't," he agreed, grabbing a plate to get his meal since just coffee wouldn't cut it.




“No, that would be an unequivocal no. Guys, my life is boring to be truthful. I’ve had some good times back in the day which of course goes back some eighteen years I guess since I don’t count high school. But its been no different to any other pilot. Me and Bob here Trish, we had some good times, most of which you already know about and the things you don’t know about are stayin right here.” He prodded his head with a forefinger.

“Phht!” Trish replied with disdain. She really wanted to hear something. “Still I’d like to hear what was behind that Satan image on your bird Kyle. I’ve seen photos of it, several versions in fact when you guys were over there. So what’s the dealio?”

Kyle merely shrugged. “Nothing too dramatic kiddo, some Imam in Kabul was shrieking some garbage how all us good guys were the real Satan in this world. I just thought I’d show em  who they were taking at since it’d been my handle since Adam.” He did at least laugh at his own answer. “Doubtful Bob, they came in after us; but as I said, you got an Aussie chickadee over there, she’s bound to know Cate and might give us some insight. Shall we?” He grabbed a plate of something, not even bothering to see what is was. Trish did the same but chose sandwiches instead. They both waited for Rob to make the first move.


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« Reply #41 on: May 08, 2017, 02:33:38 AM »
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Broderick's lips were pressed into a thin line as he shifted foot, and positioned of his folded arms; left over right. Riley was more of the expressive out of the duo at this part in time, when he was informed about Carter's background in being British. Though, his face snapped into focus as she brought it down into business and brought in who they'd be traveling with, the fiance of the downed pilot.

"...he's pledged that his emotions won't get in the way."

He was reassured by such a comment, Broderick could not afford for someone who would be putting their troops and patrols in unnecessary risks for one who couldn't control their emotions. They had an important place in the world, but when they were going to be moving fast - it was better to rely on instinct and muscle memory. "Sounds good, Colonel. Happy for him to tag along in your patrol, Wilson?" Brody turned to his 2-IC.

"Bloody happy, Captain. We've be happy to have him." Riley nodded.

"We'll be dropping regular ordnance but we're going to add smoke, a lot of it to allow you to rapel in undetected. You'll be placed in as close to the downed F16 as we can get you. Sound feasible?"

Broderick nodded, perfectly happy to adjust his plans. They'd be operating in front of the other ground troops already on their way over to the crash site, that brought a sly lopsided smirk to his features - mild competitiveness kicking in, quickly being pushed down as he cleared his throat. "Will have to update the squadron, Wilson, you're in charge of prepping the troops. Where can we find the captain?"


 "Good enough for me. You have about 30 minutes give or take to get prepped. The Marines have their bird ready but with the weather as it is now there is only a small window for them to take off, which is about anything from here to an hour." Sam was in fact watching the weather radar on another screen as she was talking.

 With that in mind she was hopeful it would hold for them, although she added. "Weather over the mainland is fine, but cold with a little sleet above 2,000 meters which is borderline where you'll be dropping into. Other than that once your boots are on the ground it should be easy for you to link up with other teams on sight. I will say this just once, put that CIA slash Pentagon order out of your mind, our intention is solely to bring Catherine back."

"Just a second." Sam swung the main screen back a little so she could see it more clearly, tapped a few more keys to bring up the base CCTV feeds. "There he is, at the servery in the officers canteen." Her finger pointed Rob out between Patricia and Kyle.
"I'm an Air Force officer just like you are, Colonel. And just because my reproductive organs are on the inside instead of the outside doesn't mean I can't handle whatever you can handle."

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #42 on: May 08, 2017, 04:38:40 PM »
<Boat Harbor, Port Stanley>

"Fifty bucks for the tightest grouping? Doesn't sound exactly fair..." Michelle said, as a grin crossed her face, "Maybe I'll shoot left handed."

"You really think you've got this so soon?" One of the others commented.

"I'm as comfortable with a gun as I am my guitar. They didn't give me a scope to wear just because of my winning personality." Michelle replied. Despite living in Las Vegas, which had forced Clark County into accepting tighter gun laws than the rest of Nevada, the Hanley household still would go out into the desert and go shooting. Plus when she got stationed in Fallon, there was next to nothing else to do in the small rural town. Getting plastered at Boomers only was fun for so long...

The range was a simple affair, likely set up by the British troops to check their weapons before things would warrant them to cross the straights for Argentina or to make sure they were ready in case history came back 40 years later. A staple gun and box of paper targets waited at the bench, with a note scribbled on.

FREE TO USE! PS Dont lose the staple gun or you buy me another.

Michelle turned to the others in the group.

"So, what'd everyone want to do here? Sidearms, primaries, go borrow the miniguns off the boats?" Michelle asked with a grin.

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #43 on: May 08, 2017, 05:10:41 PM »
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"Good enough for me. You have about 30 minutes give or take to get prepped. The Marines have their bird ready but with the weather as it is now there is only a small window for them to take off, which is about anything from here to an hour."

Brody nodded, mentally taking notes to what to relay to his squadron as Riley had already headed back to debrief the teams on what they knew of so far. Thirty minutes did not seem like a short period of time, but it was. They were on the clock, with a rescue mission to complete. And, he was not going to let this one go.

He listened to the possible weather conditions, not too bad. Not as temperamental as the British weather - one minute you're eating ice cream, the next, you're scattering from the hail stones.

"...I will say this just once, put that CIA slash Pentagon order out of your mind, our intention is solely to bring Catherine back."

"Aye, Colonel." He replied, getting to his feet.

Having been called to look at where the fiance was located at, Broderick saluted the colonel and went on to find their additional personnel.

<Officer's Canteen, RAF Mt Pleasant>

It did not take long for Broderick to find himself at the canteen. His eyes took a preliminary scan of the room before proceeding to walk towards the trio that he had seen on screen.

"Captain Robert Henschel?" Brody inquired, fully knowing that this was the man he was after. "Heard you'd like to get your feet dirty. Captain Broderick Stone, SBS, you're riding with us."

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #44 on: May 08, 2017, 05:45:48 PM »
<Boat Harbor, Port Stanley>

Aron's comment made him chortle. "You know me, my brother, always concerned about the wellbeing of my men." He said, exaggerating as he said 'men' and winking at the Polish operator as he did so.

He turned back to look at the team as they made plans and walked the short jaunt from the Harbor to the shooting range. Paper targets set up against plywood and sandbags, with the back of the range emptying out over the cliffs and open water. They wouldn't have to worry about background.

"Alright ladies and gents, here's the bet." He took a fifty US dollar bill out of his pant pocket and used the staple gun to staple it to the frame surrounding the entrance of the range. "That's right, if you win this little wager, you're taking money directly from an officer." He smirked. "Call it added incentive."

"And what do you get if you win, el tee?" Viper asked, suddenly incredulous.

"If I win I get to keep my money and be able to brag that I'm still the best shooter on the team." Jack responded.

Bull coughed somewhere in the back and was able to slip 'BULLSHIT' in with the clearing of his throat.

Jack turned and shot him a phony death glare. "Stow that belligerent attitude, sailor!" Jack said, trying to keep a straight face.

"HOOYAH Lieutenant!" Bull said, bursting at the seams with mirth.

"Alright, now that the children are settled, let's get this show on the road. The drill will be transition from primary to secondary. Five targets, two shots per target from the primary, follow up two shots from the secondary. Total of 10 shots." He nodded to Bull, who came up carrying a gear bag. "To keep it fair, we'll all use the same rifle and pistol."

Bull pulled out an Hk 417 rifle and a Mk 26 (Sig Sauer P226), laying them on the small table in front of them. He pulled out a few mags for both. "Alright, who's going first?" Jack asked.