Finding the Rebels: A Needle in a Haystack (part 2)
Posted on Sun Mar 1st, 2015 @ 7:02am by Ensign Maria Delgado & Staff Sergeant Thomas Bosley & Lieutenant Arnon Barak MD, PsyD & Lieutenant Verdeath Newmark & Lieutenant Illise Hale & Private 1st Class Trent Kushner
Edited on on Sun Mar 1st, 2015 @ 8:16am
1,005 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission: Deadly Diplomacy
[CONTINUED]
[OLD]
Bosley knew how to avoid mines -- and trip wires. While the others talked, he sneaked up to the building and did a quick reconnoiter. He didn't want to get too close and alert anyone inside to his presence, but by staying a safe distance away, he was able to get a good look at the setup and what they might be up against.
He returned several minutes later to find the others still checking for mines and trip wires.
"The building in question has three guards on the roof. Twelve windows are shuttered. Three doors have heavy locks," he reported. "I didn't see any guards, but there are clear signs they're around somewhere. I suspect at least a sniper on the roof, if they're smart."
[NEW]
Trent's voice quietly was heard over the comm link. "We have a lot of dead bodies up here, guys. Military uniforms. Look like scouts or recon. Flechette wounds." He whispered. The crunching sound of leaves and twigs filled the channel for a moment before Trent continued, quieter than before. "I've counted six individuals so far on patrol around our targets location. Paramilitary looking. Looks like they are carrying...yeah, flechette guns." More crunching over the channel. "Damn bastards are almost close enough to smell my aftershave...I knew I should have put on the Forest Glade scent this morning."
Now he knew why he hadn't seen any guards at the building. He was very lucky. "Good work, Kushner," Bosley replied. "Stay out of sight and don't get caught."
Bosley turned to the others. "Looks like we've got our work cut out for us. I think our next order of business is to help Kushner take out the scout team."
"We've brought all manner of medical equipment and tricorders," said Arnon. "Not to mention communicators. Why couldn't we bring phasers again?"
Arnon was again regretting bringing his hunting knife instead of a heavy walking cane or stick. At least with a phaser he could have stunned an enemy combatant.
Illise reached up under her coat and loosened the straps securing the mek'leths to her back. The sudden anticipation she felt told her that she had spent far to much time with Klingons. She looked at Anon. "This world isn't that advanced." She pointed at the ground off to her left. "Those mines for example, are just simple fragmentation charges, not unlike the ones used on Earth about 400 years ago. If we start phasing people there will be evidence, and we don't want whatever happens here being traced back to the Federation."
Bosley nodded. "Exactly. If we fire on anyone here, it'll start a war."
"I can take out a man silently." Newmark said calmly. "It is part of my oath..." He looked to Maria who was closest to him. "Do no harm; taking him out of the fray will save his life." Newmark said while judging the distances. "I learned a trick in the field once or twice..." He held up a longe and thinner hypo more like a dart." Sometimes you have to get the meds to the patent before the Doctor can arrive. Enough sedatives to down a formidable Klingon for a couple of hours, smaller is only longer no long term effects." He shook his head as he was cursing his past, the parts that were flashing in his mind, the woman so close and a patrol moving near by.
"Just keep your head down this time Tara..." He shook his head. "Maria, let me go ahead of you, just crack the head of anyone I miss..." He forced a smile and a wink. "Deal?"
"I can do that," Maria replied. "But don't miss too much, okay?" She was a scientist, not a fighter, but she'd been training with a staff of late so felt that she could at least hold her own -- for a short time, anyway.
"Don't miss at all," Bosley interjected. "Come on, let's help Kushner get that patrol."
They carefully made their way to Trent's location and prepared to engage the enemy.
A crunching sound made them all stop and listen quietly for whatever was coming their way.
Bosley pulled out his knife, choosing it over his TR. Even though he could use bullets with his weapon, he preferred not to alert the attention of everyone within the area to their presence.
"There are six of them," Maria whispered. She glanced to Newmark and stepped behind a tree, ready to hit anyone who made it through to her position.
Arnon slipped quietly away from the group into a better position to ambush the patrol. He touched the knife on his belt. Perhaps. However, one of the advantages of learning the healing art of Neuropressure was that the Vulcan Nerve Pinch was included in the training. When the time came, that is how he would subdue his opponent.
The comm system went active with the sound of crunching leaves and Trent whispering "...No...no...son-of-a-bit...OW!" A loud thump crashed over the link indicating the sound of someone being knocked to the ground. Leaves crunched and twigs snapped wildly all accompanied by a slurry of expletives from Trent and grunts from an unknown person. Finally two swift cracks of a fist connecting with it's target ended the commotion over the link. For a number of seconds the link remained silent until Trent started speaking, clearly winded. "Son of a...The bastard STEPPED ON ME!"
Bosley muffled a laugh. "Just shows how good you are at your job, Kushner."
"Yeah, well, the secret is going to get out really quick now. They do a comm check every ten minutes. I figure it's been about five since the last one."
He turned to the others. "Okay, you heard the man, we'll set up at his twenty."
(To be continued...)
Staff Sergeant Thomas Bosley
Charlie Platoon Leader
PFC Trent Kushner
Marine
Lieutenant Verdeath Newmark
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Arnon Barak
Chief Counselor
Ensign Illise Hale
Science Officer
Ensign Maria Delgado
Science Officer
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