“Keep your eyes open, watch your corners, remember, the goal is to capture, not kill”, The team leader repeated this on a scrambled channel, the eight others in his team complied nearly simulatinously, “Roger that.” There was a metallic clicking noise over the radio the darts loaded with sedative were loaded into their weapons… “Safeties off.” The team leader ordered surely it was complied, as a faint clicking sounded from the 2 men behind him.
“Breach in 3…2…1…Go”
Junko didn’t get much of a break from deployment for being wounded. Her entire squad was wiped out, which promoted her to a non-commisioned officer… a Sergeant. She reciprocated salutes as needed, but she had no desire for her newfound pay raise. She hardly limped now, her fight with Tatsuya had left what looked like a laser wound through the chest.
If one was to comment about her, it would be that she seemed distracted, perhaps even traumatized… If you asked Junko, you would get a response similar to “I’m just abit shaken up”… If you were Junko… You wouldn’t get a response, you would be too busy checking your back trying not to get ambushed.
Junko didn’t sleep well at night, and wouldn’t be ready for combat if it came to it, but she had to train her very green squad the ropes. “If there is one thing you must understand out there, it’s that there is no front line, no backup, and no guarentee’s” She took a breath looking each of her squadmate’s in the eye. “There is only you, and your buddy next to you.”
That wrapped up the days lesson on worst case scenario’s, they were ready for combat. Junko was not.
Night fell… the good old fashion mortar fire from the nationals resumed, firing into the American camp, Junko’s orders were simple, they were to mount up and head out to silence the mortar team firing from the north.
Mortars were an old technology, but small bits of metal do the job as well as lazers and railguns, so the warfare continued with knives, outdated rifles, and bullets. Junko walked into the barracks, next door was the squad’s bunks. She barged in, interrupting their pleasure snoozes. “Wake up, we’re moving out!” All at once, 9 people fell out of bed, put on some semblance of uniform, got their gear and got out the door. 2 minutes 30 seconds… At the door, to the reinforced barracks, Junko held up until the squad had reached her. Their transport was just outside, and APC, which was directing missiles into the air, hopefully hitting the bad guys. “Move fast, keep low… lets go.” Junko shouldered through the door, moving low and fast to the ramp to the APC. She paused on the far side, checking the corner to make sure there wasn’t any suprises for her and her men on the other side of the car, soon after she checked, her squad was inside, and she followed sealing the hatch behind her, protecting them from hell, highwater, or nukes…
“Go! Go! Go!!!”
“Hostile 3’oclock high”
“Get to cover, building 10 O’clock, Move!”
There was a flurry of bullets flying toward the squad as they exited the wreck that was their APC. Junko aimed upward at a single target with her rifle, and fired a couple bursts, She hit him, and he stumbled back firing his rocket at her before the light went out of his eyes, Junko dove 10 feet into the building, assistance from the explosives helped… but she was unharmed, thankfully, she quickly got to her feet, scanning the room for hostiles… There were none, but still…”What the hell was that?!?!?!” shouted one of her subordinates. “Hell if I know, but we need to capture it, lets more out the back… lets go!” Junko moved to the back, her squadmates getting her rear. She slammed against the wall next to the door. Checking through the doors window that there were not a half dozen guns trained on it…
“Move” Junko ordered as she breached the door, moving down the alleyway to the right, taking cover behind a dumpster. She popped up, and waved along someone else to move ahead of her, when he got there, he would cover for Junko. Leap frogging if you will… They did this for 3 blocks, waiting for the whole squad to gather at the intersections with streets.
Then at the fourth street, dirt popped in the air, muzzles flashed, and bullets flew… An ambush, catching the only woman in her squad in the cross fire, and the squad divided in two. Junko peeked around the corner firing blindly, trying to suppress the enemy, but they were relentless, directing all of their fire at Junko… The wall disentigrated near instantly, and Junko dove back. “We can’t stay here, lets go, into the alley.” “What about them?” “They’re not cut off, they’ll go back to base, and get us reinforcements.” Junko waved her squadmates off, and they sprinted back, the way they had just come from.
“Into the building, we’re sitting ducks out here”, Junko commanded, and they breached into a seemingly empty hotel…
“First class” Junko said, stomping on a cockroach. “The sun is coming up soon, lets lay up here until then, Top floor lets go, we will have a better vantage point from there… and we can escape via the roof if we have to…”
The squadmates agreed and followed her up the stairs, an eerily quiet scene, no one was in the building it appeared, even with thermal imaging. They choose the presidential suite, if it can be called that. Before they breached, they decided too switch to pistols, which came standard as silenced. Junko engaged her safety on her rifle drew her pistol, and got ready to kick the door in… 3…2…1… Junko kicked, and the door practically ripped apart, but the dozen or so men with assault rifles really discouraged her thoughts… Junko opened fire, aiming and firing 3 times before they even knew what happened… 9 left, fired again, 3 round burst, 6 left, her squadmates entered the room, guns blazing, 2 left, they charged, bayonets fixed upon their weapons... Junko fired 3 shots into one, but he failed to go down, so she drew her knife, it clearing the scabbard just in time to deflect the bayonet, Junko kneed him in the balls, and stabbed him in the neck…
Her squadmates hadn’t been so lucky, the other man had stabbed her corporal in the chest, and then turned to fire through the body into her other man… That maneuver, while impressive, earned him a knife to the gut. And he collapsed, doubling over in pain.. Junko got behind him… slitting his throat with one stroke…
“Fuck me…” Junko said… and she knew that the body muffled the shot of the AK, but she didn’t know if it was enough for it not to be heard. Thermals were likely invalidated via the lead paint on the walls, or perhaps aluminum foil. She didn’t know, and probably wouldn’t live to care. She was alone, and in a war where lines didn’t exist, she would never make it back out alive…
A team decended by Whispercopter on the roof, using the service elevator to get off… They knew it the building was empty, they had gassed it just 30 minutes ago… Nothing was conscious enough to be a threat to them…
Junko examined the bodies of the fallen, they had gas masks on… Chemical warfare? No way… Junko quickly looked around for a bomb of some sort, but found nothing, Junko regrettably took her comrade’s dogtag, and their ammunition, grenades, the whole shebang…
The team stopped, its leader was dressed strangely in a suit and tie but he held a pistol that must shoot 15 mm bullets… Practically a hand cannon… Presidential suite was their target…
“Keep your eyes open, watch your corners, remember, the goal is to capture, not kill”, The team leader repeated this on a scrambled channel, the eight others in his team complied nearly simulatinously, “Roger that.” There was a metallic clicking noise over the radio the darts loaded with sedative were loaded into their weapons… “Safeties off.” The team leader ordered surely it was complied, as a faint clicking sounded from the 2 men behind him.
“Breach in 3…2…1…Go”
The team tossed a flash inside, it exploded in 3 seconds, a short fuse, Junko was blinded, the team rushed in, shooting her with tranquilizer, slow acting, but it would last for almost an entire day. Junko tried to bring her gun around, but the team leader shot it out of her hand, destroying the rifle…
The team leader walked over to a collapsed junko, taking the dogtags around her neck, and the ones in her breast pocket, He took off his sunglasses… his cold eyes, almost all white, no iris… “Hello Junko” and with that consciousness was lost… and Junko faded into the nether…
Subject: The Agency P. 2(Solo) 
Sun Feb 26, 2012 11:59 am
