Operation Sierra Escape
A Gilded Cage is still a Cage
Chapter 1
Combat Log:
Operator: Cpl. Dante McClure
Location: [REDACTED]
Time: 0424
Mission: Take down suspected Trafficker: [REDACTED], as well as rescue any victims.
Gear: HK416 SBR, M45MEUSOC, 3X Flashbangs, NVGs
I was crouched down, moving slowly to the big double doors in front of me, I was point. Keeping an eye on my sectors. Moving slowly, the hall was completely dark, but my NVGs covered that problems. The door to my right opened, and I immediately stopped. Holding my hand in a balled up fist, one armed tango entered the hallway. I could see him, but he couldn’t see me. There was a reason we infiled during a thunderstorm.
I whispered into my throat mic.
“Eagle 2, Eagle 2, this is Phoenix 4, do you have eyes on Tango, How copy?”
“Good copy Phoenix, wait or engage, How copy?” He spoke back, going to my earpiece
“Copy, go ahead and take him out, wait for the thunder to mask the signature. Out.”
All was silent for a few seconds, then as soon as the first crack of thunder came, a hole was put into the window the tango was standing in front of, and blood and brain matter was tossed onto the adjacent wall.
“Thanks Eagle.”
“No problem.” Marine Scout Snipers, you got to love them. I walked past the body of the dead guard and the wall, which the bits of his skull, quite a bit of blood, and some brain matter was slowly dripping down. The guard also had a giant hole in his skull from the 408. CheyTac, blood was slowly oozing out and pooling on the floor.
“This fucker ain’t gettin’ back up.” Oh, gah. Not this guy again, always trying to be witty, and always failing. Luckily Phoenix 6 rectified this.
“Cut the fucking chatter 5, this freq is for mission critical info only.” I could hear 5 mumbling to himself.
“Stack up on the door, 4, you’re point.” Of course I am, I press my body against the frame of the door. With 1, 2, 3, and 6 stacking up behind me. Corpsmans behind all of us.
Keeping my rifle at the ready, 6 spoke again.
“5, breach, breach, breach.” 5 charged at the door,
"Oh, god." All of us monotoned.
At the last second he jumped up and dropkicked the door at the middle where the two doors meet. Falling to ground on his back to avoid any gunfire.
As soon as the doors flew open, I ran in. The fucker we were looking for scrambling for the gun on the bed and, oh god. He currently has pony tied up on the bed, this fucker is going to die. He managed to grab the gun and I reacted.
“Gun!” I yelled, and fired a short burst from my HK416, hitting him in the chest. He fell to the ground dead, and I scanned left.
“Left Clear!” I yelled. 1 proceeded to clear right. I tilted my NVGs up.
“3, secure that body, 4! Take care of the mare.” I did a short walk to bed and retrieved my knife slicing the rope. The mare, a white in coloration, with a red mane, an Earth pony. She had been gagged, with a blindfold. It appeared as though we got… no, fuck.
There’s fucking semen leaking out of her vagina an anus, Damnit!
I take the gag and blindfold off of the mare, she’s babbling for me not to hurt her. Now that the blindfold and gag were off, I could see she was in a lot worse shape than I first thought. With cuts and bruises covering her face.
“Ma’am. Ma’am, please, calm down. I’m with the ITTF, what is your name?” I attempted to calm her down.
“No, no you’re not! If I go with you, you’ll just hurt me more! Please! Don’t!” Shit, she was having a major meltdown.
“Ma’am, please calm down. We’re are with the ITTF, we’re here to help.” This isn’t working, I Pull the Corpsman over to a corner, I don’t want to scare the mare any more than necessary.
“Do you have any tranqs, seds?”I ask.
“I got some sedatives I can give her.” He confirmed
“Go ahead.”
Sir,Command has confirmed stiff is main target, designate Sierra.” 3 spoke to 6, good, we can go home.
“4, send exfil order to Vulture.”
Speaking into my mic, I called Vulture.
“Vulture 1, Vulture 1, This is Phoenix 4, we’re requesting exfil at LZ alpha, send word to the boots, they’re clear to storm the building. Over.”
“Copy Phoenix, Vulture 1 is five mikes out.”
After having unfolded a stretcher for the mare, and bagging Sierra, we quickly made our way to the exfil.
It was the courtyard, and right as we arrived there the chopper was landing, the Knighthawk touched down.
Tossing the bagged body into the cargo area, and loading the mare gently into it, everyone proceeded to load into it.
“Command, Phoenix 1-1 has successfully exfiled.”
End Combat Log.
“Ah Man! Did you see that one fucker! That surprised look on his face when I jumped on him with a knife!” It was five, or as he was better known: Chase.
Probably the cockiest, and craziest, not in a good way, motherfucker alive, having been in the Rangers before joining the ITTF. Then there was 1, or Trevor. Kind of a quiet guy, he was part of the MEU before joining.
2 and 3 were both part of the SAS, their names were Michael and Keith respectively.
The Corpsman was named Tommy, being a PJ before his role at the ITTF.
6 was named Will, he was a Marine Master Seargent in the Force Recon. Probably the biggest, scariest, motherfucker you’ll ever meet.
Then there was me. 4. Or rather, Dante. A southern boy from Kentucky. I joined the Corps when I was eighteen, and was recruited into Force Recon when I was twenty. Something I definitely never expected to happen.
“Boys!” Will yelled, continued. “Shut the fuck up! Get showered, and get some shut eye. We leave for the Bridge at 0940 tomorrow. Dress formally.” The Bridge? Why would we be going to Equestria? More importantly, fuck! That means I can’t leave base. Ahh man, Dawn is going to kill me.
“Sarge, why’re we going to Equestria?” I asked.
“Something about the Princesses wanting to talk to us, I don’t know.” He waved it off.
Right, guess I’m going to have to call Dawn then.