Running High, Searching Low Part 3

Posted on Wed Dec 8th, 2010 @ 3:12pm by Major Leroy Mangalia & Private 1st Class Trent Kushner & 1st Lieutenant Kara Melo

1,118 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Peace, or Something Like It
Location: Planetside
Timeline: Current

[Mercenary Facility, Turkana IV]

OLD:

"Copy." Kara nodded to Trent. "You heard the man. Let's move it."

She pulled out a phaser and moved in.

Signaling his men, Leo's fire team drew close to him, and took a 360 view of the area, making sure that no one was going to sneak up as his men took the front of the building, and then later on down the road, the rest of the thing. His two Heavy Weapon experts looked jumpy, except it wasn't the battle worn jumpy, but the private fresh from basic jumpy. "Easy men, we're here until they signal us to come in and secure the front door, then the fun begins as we wait."

ON:

Trent waited for his team to come out of the woods before starting to move out from behind the boulder. The second he saw them he stood up and instantly winced in pain and nearly cried out. His leg nearly gave out on him as he quickly leaned against the boulder for support. As he looked down he noticed that his leg fatigues were stained red just above his knee and it wasn't difficult to see where the source of the damage was. A three inch sliver of wood stuck out from his leg, it had to have been from the exploding tree behind him.

Trent cursed to himself as he wrapped his hand around the sliver and quickly ripped it out of his leg. A string of expletives followed as there was another wave of intense pain from the action. The Marine looked over the sliver to see that just over two inches of it had been stained red showing the depth it had gone into his leg. He threw the sliver away in disgust and tested his weight. He couldn't help the involuntarily wince, but it felt well enough to walk on.

Satisfied that there was good motor movement in his leg, Trent met up with his team and moved in to the front door; showing as little pain as he could for the movement.

Kara slipped inside after him, carefully looking around for enemies or civilians. "I may regret this, but you take point," she said to Trent.

Trent grinned affably at her comment. "Understood Sergeant." He then looked back to all of the Marines. "Even pace, clean out the rooms as a team. Four in, four out, one on our flank. Keep it quiet."

Kara took up the rear, making sure no one came up behind them or tried to flank them as they went from room to room. They didn't find much. It seemed to be a standard barracks. Mostly empty. Until they got to the last room in the corridor...

"Shut up you moron," an unknown voice said low. "If you keep whining like that, you're going to give us away. I don't know if you know or not, but those people walking down the hall yelling "Clear," every twenty two seconds aren't going to play very nice with us when they find us." The grungy man looked up, fear in his face as he raised the weapon at the Marine who had just rushed in. The man never got a shot off as a stunning bolt caught him full in the face, dropping him on top of the next man in.

"Don't shoot! Dear god please don't shoot us!" one of the women cried, curling up in a ball, protecting her head. The set of Marines looked back at Kara and shrugged. "What do you want to do with em Sergeant?"

"Escort them outside. The Lieutenant can ask them a few questions and let them go. We're here to look for the Commander and the Grand Marshal."

She addressed the other people who all looked a little worse for wear. "We aren't here to hurt you -- unless you attack us first. We're looking for two prisoners. One is a Starfleet officer."

The woman, who was getting up, looked at Kara and shook her head. "I don't know about no Starfleet Ma'am. We were put in here because we were..." Looking over every Marine, the woman's eyes soon grew large as dinner plates and she began to tremble. "We were told not to leave. We'll die if we leave. They'll kill us!" Others, having heard that they could leave were standing and ignoring the woman. They wanted freedom, and nothing was going to stop them.

A gentleman walked up to the woman and shook his head, looking at Kara. "Ma'am, the men that grabbed us wouldn't speak too loudly, so we didn't hear much. They killed six of us, as a warning they said. There's a hidden panel six meters back in this hall way outside, and that's where our family members, loved ones, children, or who ever the bastards grabbed are stowed. I also heard something about a decoy... but I didn't hear much about it." Pulling the woman to him, he began to whisper instructions to her, which seemed to calm her down. "And Sergeant, I doubt even you would want to open that door. I know Ferengi that wouldn't dive in there to get Latinum off those bodies."

"We have people outside who will protect you," Kara assured them. She signaled to one of her men to head out and inform the Lieutenant. "Thank you for the information -- and the warning. We need to check it out to see if there's anyone hurt inside." Or alive, she amended silently. She waited just long enough for the Corporal to return and nod to her. "Okay. It's safe for you to go outside. Follow the Corporal. You can tell Lieutenant Mangalia what happened. Then you're free to go."

The man nodded and clapped her shoulder, leaving a bloody print on her shoulder. "I'll speak to the Lieutenant, Mangalia you said? Is there any information that I should relay to him? Like that you may not need reinforcements? I know how you Marines like calling down hell when you don't have a clue whats going on inside."

Kara raised an eyebrow. "Not most Marines," she replied primly. "We go in prepared, but we don't generally go for overkill. Just tell the Lieutenant what happened. We'll be fine in here." She watched them go, then nodded to her team to follow her in.

When she got to the hidden panel, she signaled to the two teams to line up on both sides. "Trent, listen and see if you hear anything," she asked. "Then we'll go in."

(To be continued...)


1st Lieutenant Leroy Mangalia
Marine Executive Officer
USS Calypso

Sergeant Kara Melo (PNPC)
Platoon Leader
USS Calypso

Private Trent Kushner (PNPC)
Marine
USS Calypso

 

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