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Offline Jack Pierce

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #60 on: May 19, 2017, 07:15:12 AM »
<Officer's Canteen, RAF Mt. Pleasant>

Jack took a breath, trying to internalize his ponderings again. It was a bit of a problem he had, vocalizing his thought process to try and organize his thoughts, though he never did that in the air. "Butch" Bower back at Pensacola broke him of that habit.

"Nah, she's not insecure about that. I think the jealousy is more that I'll actually get to pull more flight ops than her." Jack replied, putting on a small grin. He then glanced at the two zoomies.

"Lieutenant Jack Pierce. And yeah, I am." His flight suit did bear mostly American identifiers on it, with only No. 1 Squadron's crest and patch differing. "Hopped over from Lemoore a couple years ago, I didn't know Squadron Leader MacGregor personally, but I thought she was in Alabama."

"But maybe you guys might know why a National Guard unit from Alabama is flying ops over Argentina, especially since the powers that be already have Raptors and Typhoons here, and we weren't too far off with our Hornets. The whole thing just kind of stinks a bit." Jack said. His phone buzzed again, and he glanced at it while waiting for a response.

What's going on over there? I thought this was supposed to be some support op because the Brits pulled the Commonwealth card to deploy you guys.

Jack let out an annoyed sigh, agreeing completely with his wife's observation half a world away.

itd have to be organized tobe a clusterfuck. no one knows whats going on, and her flight just asked me and bobbie if WE knew anything. might be seeing you sooner than i thought.

The response was almost instant.

Check six and keep the faith, Hawk.

"Oh yeah. She's pissed." Jack said to Bobbie, before glancing at Kyle and Trisha, "My wife, Marine back at Amberley. She might be joining us if this little party gets out of hand and Sydney decides to commit more forces."

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #61 on: May 19, 2017, 02:45:54 PM »
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He would call himself a planning person, for when a machine's cogs are set to move, it was moving. Broderick needed a line to Whitehall, or at least his superior to fill in the blanks and what their next steps would be.

"Don't tell me, someone else with more kick than I have has scrubbed the mission?"

After overhearing, or pretending to have blocked out the Colonel's talk with the president, Broderick had turned back into the world as soon as Carter began to speak directly to them. Casting a glance towards Rob - knowing the situation was not helping, "I was hoping you would tell me, Colonel. The man who has captured Cate has issued a threat that we would withdraw all our troops or she dies, there's not going to be an easy way in - and any movement in the air may jepordise any chances of rescuing Cate."

He stood uneasy as footsteps came quickly down the hallway, Brody turned to see his 2-IC, Wilson standing at the door. Wilson's look said it all - he wanted to know whether it was game time or he had to stand the troops down. "We need to know how we're going to get onto Argentina, and a boat infil seems a more likely option. But, it means we'd have to act fast."

Despite the mild rivalry he would have with the rest of the other squadrons, Broderick had faith and hope that Alastair and his team, plus the US elements, would be able to pull off the job if indeed the mission had ended up being scrubbed. But, he hoped that it would not come down to that.
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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #62 on: May 19, 2017, 05:31:01 PM »
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Robert was trying hard not to pace.  He wanted to get going and find Cate.  After seeing Cate's bruised and battered face on the TV he was ready to go pummel someone.  Only his years of training were keeping him in one spot right now and the fact that if he wasn't careful he would get himself kicked off this mission and there was no way he was letting that happen.

Robert's icy eyes widened when he caught Sam's words.  Scrubbed mission?  Heck no.  They couldn't do that.  God, no.  He couldn't leave Cate there.  Sure, he knew Cate could take care of herself, but that didn't mean he didn't want to pull her into his arms and never let her go.

"Point me toward a boat, a plane, a jet ski.  I don't care what but I want to get my hands on those that think they have the power to control people like this," he said lowly.  He was trying hard not to over step his bounds. "Is there anything else that you can tell us?"

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #63 on: May 19, 2017, 09:51:56 PM »
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"I won't ask you to sit this time, we have several situations going on at once. The UN has set a deadline for the Cartel to give up, or face a full on invasion within 24 hours." Sam continually checked the reports and dispositions scrolling down her screen. The 'Bush' and her fleet were just 6 hours away from Stanley in the North and the Canberra with the 2nd task force was even closer in the south.

 "Right Captain, this is how it stands. As of now, the US is leading a coalition which includes the better half of the western world on this. If we do not put a dampener on the Cartel's activities now in their homeland, the end results will be catastrophic as they have influenced several other South American nations to side with them, thinking naively that it is just another socialist revolution." She was reading further, another message from the Pentagon which was pleasing. "You have a go, Cate is to be pulled out and no expense spared. Where suspect she is being held is right on the Brazilian border, not far from Yapeyś on the Uruguay river. We'll drop you in Uruguay as they are giving us support, we've asked the Brazilians to turn a blind eye so they won't mind a boat traveling through their turf for all of 15 minutes, that then will place you once you cross the Argentine border at about ten minutes hard marching from the wreck zone which is where we believe Cate is being held. You can connect with teams already in situ for more updates." A map display came up for them to see.



 "They won't see you coming as they will be too pre-occupied with our other forces. Robert, all I can say is you'll be there not long after midday, from that point you have less than five hours before we launch our next air strike in that area." Hopefully she hadn't left anything out. 
"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 #64 on: May 19, 2017, 10:08:27 PM »
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 She wasn't surprised by the visitors, Bobbie kind of expected it seeing as how they were staring at her and Jack so much from the moment they walked in. "Hi and thanks for joining us. Won't you sit down." She was as curious as Jack right now, for they knew why they were here but such a large gathering of such diverse Air elements was bewildering.

 "Yes I know Cate very well, she was my lead flight instructor at Pearce and she was also XO not too long ago of my Squadron. What is she like? Well, I know she is one hell of a hard arse, she doesn't compromise on her goals, and I believe, bear in mind this is just a rumor, that she was also at one time for a number of years an agent for ASIS, which is our CIA. I understand she worked for them on contract as well...all rumor of course." Which was total BS, Bobbie knew very well from her brother since he had at one time been Cate's mission handler, but it wasn't for Bobbie to say. "I do know this, she won't go down without a fight. Cate took us through 'captive' training at Pearce, there was no half measures with her. She said if she can go through it and live, which at the time we had no idea what she meant; we can to. Brutal doesn't cut it. Have you guys ever seen GI Jane? The part where Demi Moore went through that same training?" She grinned maliciously. "That was play school."

 Bobbie looked over at Jack, he knew what she was talking about as the same training had been instigated at Amberly. "Oh boy, if AJ was here right now." She giggled a little. "We'd be sittin in our birds waiting for clearance whether we had it or not."

 Then she remembered. "Oh and I'm Flight Lieutenant Robyn Hatfield, you can call me Bobbie if you like."
« Last Edit: May 19, 2017, 10:46:11 PM by Robyn Hatfield »

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #65 on: May 19, 2017, 10:59:25 PM »
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 "That would be us." Kyle said in his lazy southern manner. "Col' Carter is our unit CO at present and yes Cate was in Alabama, she came there as a tactical training officer, this op hit us out of the blue really. We were told initially we were to be heading down to Port Stanley for mutual co-operation exercises with the Brits and Brazilians. That changed rapidly when we stopped at Muniz ANG base to load with live ordnance. From there every minute it changed until Sam who was following in the second flight gave us orders about two hours out as we refueled."

 Trish added her bit as well, at least about Cate. She noticed that Bobbie mentioned her rank, that sounded confusing. "Nice to meet you. Flight Lieutenant? Sorry but I'm not up on Aussie ranks although I know Cate is the same as Major."

 "Captain, Nugget. Bobbie is the same as that." Kyle interjected.

"Ah, nice. You seem so young though. But I guess that must be the good lifestyle you guys have down there. Like I mean Cate, she's 32 but I would never have guessed it." She looked at Jack. "Your wife is a fighter pilot to? Wow that is awesome. I'm a civvy really, as I said ANG. My real job back home is Paramedic Rescue pilot, I fly choppers all over the south east out of Mobile. But I always wanted to fly fast, so the National Guard was a natural for me. This is the first real deal for me and I gotta say as nervous as I was, I was thrilled in a way but reality hit home when Cate went down. Now I'm hovering in between terrified and wanting revenge. Can you dig that?" She had heard the rumors herself about Cate though, she never really took it to heart much.

 "No never saw it. Heard about it though and I think I've seen some trailers on Youtube." Kyle was thinking it over about what was said, he had to admit the Aussie woman did seem like that.

"Oh shit! I've seen that a dozen times man. That is so frikkin awesome, so its like really? She's like that eh? Wow!" Typical Nugget reply. Wow and awesome were her goto words.
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Offline Jack Stephens

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #66 on: May 20, 2017, 03:42:18 PM »
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Jack laughed earnestly. "I should fork over more cash?" He shook his head. "My household six would murder me if she even knew I was putting up a fifty." When the Polish operator placed a wad of cash on the board he sighed. "Now see what you've done? Our guest is putting money up."

Once the shooting got underway, he was impressed by the two newest additions to his team. Aron had very good groupings, nigh on perfect. Gambler was already trading jabs with Buck, the hardest person on the team to win over.  "Jesus Christ. Remind me to tell your command you're never going back." He said to the Polish operator.

Viper went after Aron, the grizzled SEAL hadn't lost a step. This was going to be a close contest. Bull went after that, but his pistol grouping had lost a bit of steam. The team made sure to give him a hard time. "Yeah yeah, next time you fucks are bleeding don't expect me to come runnin'."

Only Buck, Gambler, and Jack were left to go. He looked between the two. "Gambler, you should go next. That way Buck and I know if we need to put our big girl panties on or not." He said with a wide grin.
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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #67 on: May 23, 2017, 05:51:14 AM »
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"Ah yes, SERE training. AJ and I both did our rounds at the Marine Corps' Mountain Warfare school, up in BFE central Cali, and then again for a mandatory refresher in northern Okinawa." Jack said, "She got it worse, they had some Force Recon operators there at the same time, so someone ran the difficulty up to 11 on everyone there. Okinawa was a big bag of suck, and we also had some JGSDF instructors there too, made things interesting."

"But back up, how does she pull double duty as a spy and a pilot? That just sounds like an airport paperback novel character, so yeah, I'm going to raise up the bullshit flag on that one. Sounds like that'd be a serious conflict of interest, especially then sending her to the US, with all the nonsense about Russia going on right now to boot." Jack shrugged and grabbed one of the fries, dipping it in the pot roast sauce before eating it.

"But, eh, what the hell do I know? I just drive Hornets. I don't get into the intelligence side of things, all I want from them is an accurate read on enemy threats and where I can drop munitions on the bad guys." Jack concluded.

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #68 on: May 23, 2017, 06:11:47 AM »
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"Man, can you believe this shit? Always railing on the FNG." Michelle glanced at the "swick" that had joined them as well, "Is that offer to bring the miniguns up still open? I think they're going to need the handicap." She rolled her eyes with a laugh as she picked up the weapons, giving them a once over while she waited on the targets to be swapped.

"Jesus, Viper, could you run this stock out any further? Goddamn Truckasaurus arms..." Michelle said, having to adjust the rifle's stock to better fit her.

"Well I sure as shit hope you can shoot that thing as well as you can shoot your mouth off, Gambler. Someone talking that much shit is going to look pretty silly if your groupings look like shit." Viper replied.

"The only thing my groupings will look like is damned sexy. You're going to want to marry them." Michelle replied as she slotted new magazines into both weapons once the range was clear. She did one final check of the weapons and her surroundings, a force of habit from back in her Master-at-Arms days when on a range, took a deep breath in, and set herself off to putting rounds downrange. After the last round was fired, she cleared both weapons and set them down.

"Goddamnit." She said, frowning.

"What, you chip a nail?" Buck asked.

"No. Just don't like my last set." Michelle replied.

"You do realize that you're so close we're going to need a side-by-side with our Polish guest's targets just to call it between you two. And you're saying you could have done better?" Viper asked.

"Yeah. That last set could have just been tighter. Damnit." Michelle replied.

"...yeah, I'll take a minigun if that's still on the table. Better to shred the target than compete with a damn perfectionist." Buck commented.

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #69 on: May 23, 2017, 07:38:38 PM »
<Shooting Range, Port Stanley>

Leah couldn't help but grin. This back and forth banter combined with the fairly fun event was enough to amuse her amd she truly was enjoying herself. It was impressive to see them all work none the less, of course...thays why they all were where they were. Polish SF were second to damn near none, and the SEAL's were all Dev's. That in itself spoke volumes.

"Shit I just might run back and grab one," she muttered before stepping up to the line. A slow breath escaped her as she visually cleared the weapons, before loading them both and setting them on the table out front.

"You  assholes and your perfectionism. Honestly there's  no need for a perfect shot of you too it all to hell right?" She smirked as she glanced back briefly. The 416 was pulled in firmly to her body, eyes locked in down range at the targets once the drill started.

She dumped her rounds, a-boxing into a smooth transition. Following her final round she performed her scan, cleared the weapons and set them down. "Shit," she let out a breath she wasn't aware she had been holding. Being around them in an environment like this was surprisingly nerve racking. "Yeah, should've brought the two-forty."

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #70 on: May 23, 2017, 08:04:09 PM »
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Aron let out a low whistle. He knew they were all good, having worked with this team for a little while. But it was always great seeing them work, it reminded him of his own men. This team worked very hard, and played quite hard. But it was then play aspect that Aron felt he could help improve on...with massive amounts of alcohol.

That Gambler seemed to have quite the mouth on her, but definitely had the ability to back it up as well. It was going to be close, of that there was no doubt in his mind. The lieutenant jr grade equivalent took a moment to watch the woman from the boat team move up. Based on their previous conversation it seemed obvious what she loved doing, but he wondered how those capabilities would transfer into this...she seemed nervous but such betrayed emotions didn't seem to translate into the work she was putting into nailing her targets.

Aron gave an amused nod as he uncrossed  arms and took a few steps towards Stephens. "May be it was wise, not to out put more money." His heavily accented voice held a lot of humor to it as he gave the man a pat on his shoulder.

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #71 on: May 23, 2017, 09:42:38 PM »
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Broderick crossed his arms over his chest, carefully judging the situation - it was delicate for sure. They had little room for error and it looked like they were being given the thumbs up and the go-ahead, which boded well.

Riley looked over at him, imitating his senior's actions, "The cartel's going to have their hands full with the force of the UN. Got to hand it to those boys, they know when to start a party."

Brody had shot a silencing glance, his attention turning back to the colonel to make sure that he was catching every detail, none was to be spared. He was dispatching two teams, and as the situation was looking - he would be spearheading both, leaving the other two in the Falklands in case anything major arose.

Hard marching was nothing new, perhaps it had been embedded deeply in their natures - from the days they had turned into Royal Marines - yomping was theirs to own.

"Sounds good to me, Colonel. Thank you," Broderick said, once Carter had finished speaking. "Sounds like we're on, Riley go ahead, get yourself and the rest of the team ready. Relay what you have heard whilst I fill the second in. Robert, do you have your own gear?"

If not, they probably had a couple pieces to spare.

--

<Briefing room>

Broderick walked in quickly, everyone had fallen silent from their chatter - he began to allocate teams; his own and a secondary. The rest were to remain behind to deal with any other crises that would break out in case they had not come back in time.

"...remember lads, only fifteen minutes to get across to the Argentine border, if not under. We are to get into contact with Tango 4-2 and the US Elements. The next airstrike is in five hours. So, lets hop to it. Get ready," Brody informed.

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<Helo Pad>

Two teams, geared up and ready to go - Broderick led the pack to the CH53s that were awaiting them. He had been informed that the flight time took roughly four hours - leaving them very little time to yomp their way into Argentina and rescue Cate - all under one hour until the place was bombed.

"Welcome aboard, Henschel. Let's get your girl back."
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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #72 on: May 24, 2017, 12:54:24 AM »
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Robert was itching to get going.  He knew this was something that couldn’t be rushed though.   Not if they wanted to save lives and not lose any unnecessarily.   He nodded in answer to Sam.  "I hope to not need that much time, ma'am.  I know Cate is tough but I don't want her there any longer then she's already been."

Robert turned to Brody when he was asked a direct question.  "I do, sir.  At least the basics.  I'm normally just a pilot,  but this is different for me.  It's personal. " Not that saving people wasn’t but this was his fiancee who was captured.

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #73 on: May 24, 2017, 02:27:28 AM »
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"Seriously Jack you'd have to ask her. As far as I am aware our current ADF regulations don't have any wiggle room at all for her to be doing both jobs simultaneously. She 'may' and I stress on the word 'may', at some point have been seconded to either or both ASIS and the CIA since I do know she has dual citizenship through her mother; but I doubt Canberra would allow her back to RAAF knowing she might still be an active Operative." Bobbie couldn't stop her hunger, not even for a chat. She laid some chips onto a piece of bread, folded it over than took a large bite. A minute of chewing before she could talk again.

 "Yes, same as Captain." She confirmed Kyle's words to Trisha. "I've met ANG pilots before when I did my own exchange duty with the 43rd fighter Squadron at Tyndall, some your people we based there. Very professional I must say with most of them pulling double duty on civvy heavies. And yes Trish I can, you have the sweats every time you fly, even on training missions because you are more than aware one small slip up can end in your own untimely death." She did have a slight sense of the macabre at times.

 She wrinkled her nose at Jack dipping his fries, that was like blasphemy to her, but a good one at least. "Squadron Leader Michelle Sutcliffe, do you remember her Jack when you first came to Amberly? Half Chinese and full of herself, she was the Intel officer at the time. But I guarantee you if she paints a target for you, tells you how much opposition we can expect, you could bet your life on it being correct." Personally, like Cate she couldn't stand the woman, too officious for her liking. "Cate?" She said to the other two. "Yeah, she is like that as a person. I saw her head butt a guy once off base, he was maybe a hundred kilos or so, you know one of those muscle bound gym junkies. She must have found his weak spot, knocked him stone cold." That was at least a funny memory. 

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #74 on: May 24, 2017, 04:39:08 AM »
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 All Kyle could do was smile, a serious case of been there done that. "Started life as a Jarhead, straight out of high school, then thrown into the deep end a year later at Maine with the Navy's SERE just because I guess they thought it was cool to punish a bunch of kids. Can't say I enjoyed it, but it did set me up a year later in Baghdad when I spent four wonderful days with some really nice local guys." Like everyone, Kyle had his demons, not that he ever spoke about it much, rarely if ever. But when he did open up, there was no bitterness to him.

"When I finished my tour, I went straight into the VEB under the GI Bill, got a nice sheet of paper that says I'm a Bachelor of Law brackets Military. So if ya'all need legal counsel I'm your man." He hadn't spent a single day in his craft, it was merely a conduit to doing what he really wanted to do. "At the ripe old age of 27 I went to the Air Force academy, learned to fly and the rest is as they say, history." He sucked in his breath. "Yeah I know already, Cate's a real nutjob but a lovable one. Any wonder Rob fell so hard for her. Ya know its all in the eyelashes don't you?"

 "You...." Trish was about to say something unpleasant but stopped. She was more interested in what Jack and Bobbie had to talk about. "So Captain, what other birds have you flown other than the 18? Man I'd love to fly one of those. They sure look purty in flight ya know...Bobbie I think the majority of our Squadron are commercial apart from me an Rob. Although there is one other guy..."

 "Chung, he flies a P3 for Orion aerial firefighters. Damned scary that stuff." Kyle wouldn't do it.

 "Yeah him. He's near retirement isn't he Kyle?" She asked curiously.

 "Him, nah. Still a few more years left to annoy you Nugget."

 She gave him the middle finger with that one.