Assault Under Fire

Taken from Cpl. Hoi’s diary.

PMC: Valor

Date: 6/12/11

Entry Title: 6/12/11 

                What can I say about today’s operation besides abnormal?  

After a few hours of driving in the steel confines of our APC’s we arrived at the Corvus Research center. Intel had it that some new prototype vehicles were inside the base and we were going in to get them out. We took the APCs up nice and close to the outside walls of the base. Then we all got out, four of our APCs were stacked up against the walls, and two squads were in each APC. The flood of our soldiers was an awesome sight. Smoke grenades confused the lock on system that the bunker turrets used, and we took that advantage. The flood of Valor soldiers stormed up to the first bunker, quickly destroying it with a few C4 charges to the base and RPGs to the turret. We moved in that fashion from bunker to bunker, steamrolling any opposition and taking down all enemies.

                My squad was tasked with securing the insides of the base complex. As we moved silently through a large courtyard a hundred or so meters behind the target vehicles themselves, I heard faint voices coming from far off on our left. I signaled my squad leader and he nodded. We moved towards the building that the voices had come from. Pvt. Nichols tossed a flash bang inside; I heard a shout and moved in. I saw two figures standing just inside the doorway; both had their hands clamped to their faces. I grabbed one by the head and pushed him roughly onto the floor. Nichols took care of the second. I straddled the man and quickly placed zip ties around his wrists. But I could still hear voices from inside, a shout came from a nearby doorway, and two soldiers burst through it. Sgt. Paulson fired a burst into one, but the second man got off a shotgun blast, the pellets tore through Nichols ripping through his head and neck, killing him instantly. I pulled out my pistol and put a bullet squarely through the bastard’s eyes, sending him to the ground. I walked through the door, pistol at the ready. The sight inside shocked me. Raven soldiers were strewn across the floor, some on beds, others on operating tables. It appeared we had stumbled in on the medical bay. I heard heavy footsteps coming from the other end of the room. Looking down I saw a man covered in armor. I was worried that my pistol wouldn’t even slow him down. The soldier was now barreling down the empty space in the center of the long room. His helmet lowered, the shiny visor reflecting the pained faces of his comrades. The man had no weapons, but he continued his headlong charge. Finally I reacted, pulling the trigger of my pistol, and my fears came true. The bullets bounced harmlessly of his heavy armor. The man connected with my body, sending me flying back into the room I had just exited. I felt myself slam into Nichols; the two of us fell back onto the ground, stunned. I watched as the man turned to look at Sgt. Paulson. I heard a growl come from the man as he swung his metal covered arm at my squad leader. The fist connected with Paulson’s skull, the heavy metal sinking into his skull with a sickening squelching noise.  The man picked up Paulson’s SCAR-L. He hefted the weapon up to his shoulder, and walked out the door.

                As I drifted in and out of consciousness I noticed that the soldiers who me and Nichols had apprehended had disappeared. Gunshots rang out from the same weapon the faceless soldier had taken. The distinctive sound could be heard all throughout the base. Then the man came back, he walked over to me, blood dripped from his armor, he slowly removed his helmet and knelt before me, I was surprised that he began speaking in English, “Corporal, you look to much like my son for me to kill you, please remember, I spared you this time, take pity on one of my brethren before you kill him next time.” With that he stood back up, walking away, I worked my mouth and croaked, “What’s your name?” The soldier looked back at me, “Carrizo.” With that he left. I waited for a good half hour before standing up, I looked at Nichols, his neck had snapped over a table, but his body had cushioned my fall, glad that he was useful for something.

Routine....

Excerpt from Sgt. Carizzo’s personal Journal

PMC: Raven

Dated: 6/11/2011

Titled: Routine

                Today was hell. A routine assault on the Syr Darya Uplink went horribly wrong. I could tell from the start something was wrong. As we approached the initial uplink sites there was no opposition. SVER was a hardened group; they wouldn’t let us just walk in. And of course they didn’t, when Pvt. Stephens went to activate the uplink two twin explosions went off. Multiple claymores were triggered, the tiny ball bearings inside of them ripping through my squad. I quickly got the squad regrouped, pulling out my remaining three men to a solid bunker. After we had hunkered down inside, the bullets started flying, two squads of SVER soldiers threw themselves out of a bunker just across the train tracks. They charged our position. Bullets chipped away at the concrete structure, someone, I don’t remember who, popped a gas grenade out of the window and it landed right in the center of the tracks. As the yellow smoke began to billow L/Cpl. Ivanov found a set of stairs leading to the top of the bunker. I quickly took the squad up to the top, trying desperately to get us out of there.  Cpl. Carson had been screaming into the radio for air support, but we were apparently to far behind enemy lines, heavy anti-aircraft batteries at Absheron Refinery stopped our planes from coming in. L/Cpl. Schaefer was crouched behind a concrete wall, firing his KP45 at the SVER soldiers who were still coming through the yellow smoke. I remember this distinct look of fear on his face as a bullet tore through the soft material of his beret. His brains splattered against the wall, his body slumped over. Enraged I shouted at Carson to come over to me. Every Raven squad leader has an express code that allows them a direct line of communication to our OIC. When Cpt. Grobel came on the line he was solemn as he told me that there was no air support in the area. He did however promise that a group of commandos was on its way, their six man fireteam would be more than a match for these SVER dogs. I looked over at Ivanov and shouted, “Get Schaefer’s body, were moving.” I led my remaining soldiers back to our initial entry point, up on a cliff out of the enemies direct line of sight. I nestled my HM90SE’s barrel in between two rocks, peering through the scope. I looked back at Ivanov, “Suppressed weapons only, tell Carson to turn the damn radio off.” When I looked back into my scope I saw a sight to make a man cry. Apparently during our firefight the SVER bastards had hung my squads dead bodies along the wall of a large warehouse. The sight was too much. I saw two SVER soldiers walking across the main roads overpass. Two hiss-clicks later they were dead, a bullet through their brains.  I watched as a group of SVER soldiers ran towards their fallen comrades, mercilessly I dispatched them as well. I wildly spun the barrel of my gun towards a group of soldiers moving from the second uplink. Three of them had their rifles pointed in my direction. I slammed on the trigger, bullets ripping through them. Two fell dead, the third began sprinting for cover, I tracked him in my sights, pulled the trigger, and nothing happened. Cursing myself for allowing one to get away I quickly reloaded then nestled back into a firing stance. Behind me, Ivanov was quietly muttering to Carson, the two had attached silencers to their Gotha rifles. They were ready for a fight. The SVER soldier who had escaped my bullets had apparently had a radio because a few moments later the area was swimming in targets. After a few seconds they had tracked down our position. Ivanov took Schaefers KP45 and set it up off to my left, while Carson lay prone to my right. I began firing on the soldiers, and they began returning fire with a hail of bullets, the hot metal bounced off of the rocks, tore through the bushes and trees. An RPG smashed into the cliff face behind us, knocking a huge amount of rubble down. My rifle swung around wildly, bullets smacking into the enemies torsos, heads, legs, arms, any body part I could hit I did. However I knew we couldn’t last long, they had to be allocating some form of artillery into the area. A hail of grenades sailed over towards us, eight or nine enemies must have all thrown them as the nine grenades exploded, showering the three of us in hot rock and dust. I shouted for a headcount, but there was no reply. I looked over to Ivanov to see his tech helmets visor had three bullet holes in it. I looked to Carson but he had been smashed by a piece of rock. It was just me, and I wasn’t going down easy. I grabbed the KP45, holding the trigger down as I methodically swung the barrel back and forth, training and orders were out the window as I took my revenge on the bastards. As the huge Machine gun clicked, I sank to my knees, awaiting my death. The gun fell to my side as I watched the enemies moving forward. I closed my eyes, waiting.

Out of nowhere I heard a sudden wall of explosions. The world seemed to rock as grenades and C4 exploded. Smoke filled the entire area as bullets flew through the area. The telltale sound of suppressed F90 SMGs filled the air as SVER soldiers dropped dead.  The group of Commandos had come. I saw the black clad figures emerge from the smoke, their FTL simply nodded to me when he noticed me up on the cliff. After that, I think my adrenaline ran out, because the next thing I remember is the medical bay at Corvus Research.