OPERATION FALLEN LAW - AFTER ACTION REPORT
PREPARED BY: SSG Spencer Donohue
SITUATION
o Enemy Forces:
- 2x Outsiders, 4x Floaters, 5x Drones, 5x Sectoids, 1x Muton, 4x Seekers
o Friendly Forces
- LT Naomi "Artemis" Bowden (United Kingdom)
- SFC Ana Lucia "Mustang" Mardones (Ecuador)
- SSG Spencer "Leo" Donohue (United States)
- SSG Jade "Mineral" Colman (United Kingdom)
- SGT Sylas "Fawkes" Maillet (Canada)
- SGT Jirina "Stiletto" Markusova (Czech Republic)
- CPL Rainhard "Ogre" Horn (Austria)
- SPC Jermaine Glynn (United States)
MISSION
o Strike Team deploys to Nigeria, 02 AUG 2016 @ 1123 hrs, IOT exploit a landed UFO site, and extract an X-Ray Captive.
EXECUTION NARRATIVE
When the UFO was spotted over Nigeria, they told me to assemble my squad at the Skyranger, just in case. The interception did not succeed, but the UFO was reported as landing at 0948, and we were boots up by 0954, with touchdown at 1123. The site was a forested area, with the UFO immediately to our left flank. The LT sent Stiletto up to get a closer look, then we all took up cover positions, except Glynn, who remained on watch.
Immediately, a large pod of Floaters lead by a Muton came across the front of the UFO. Half of them scattered back out of view, and Stiletto and Fawkes managed to land a pair of solid hits on the Muton as it moved for cover, but did not finish it off. The LT took a shot as it reached cover, and put it down. We repositioned to engage the remaining visible Floater. Glynn managed to injure one of them as it took a shot at the LT, who returned fire and finished it off.
SGT Markusova moved up to get eyes on the other Floaters, dodging reactive fire as she advanced. As soon as she called contact, Glynn brought down the pain, blowing the first of the Floaters to scrap before Stiletto, lacking any decent cover, withdrew. We heard the remaining Floaters pulling back, and LT Bowden deemed it unsafe to try the UFO before we'd cleared the known threat, so we advanced across the front of the UFO, careful to avoid lines of sight to inside, while Maillet and myself moved to cover the only open entrance to the craft. Unfortunately, Mustang got spotted by a large pod of Sectoids as she advanced, causing us to refocus to our right, away from the UFO.
Mineral took the first shot, putting a Sectoid down for the count, as the remainder of the squad, out of position for the new threat, moved back to cover. Then one of the Sectoids, glowing with ethereal, violet energy, dodged into view, avoiding two shots, and put a bolt of plasma directly into the LT's chest plate. Before anyone could react, several Seekers burst from the inside of the UFO. I managed to shoot one down point blank, with Maillet taking down a second moments later. Glynn and Colman took down the remaining Seekers, clearing them from our midst, before Colman slewed her gun around and crippled the one that had shot down LT Bowden. Meanwhile, Stiletto was focused in on the Floater that had come back into view, and shot it down with a well-placed shot. I don't even think she'd noticed the LT was down yet.
Mustang ran up the hill, roaring in anger, taking a plasma bolt on her front armor plate; With it still sizzling, she executed the Sectoid that may have killed the LT, and took down the one that shot her for good measure. I just hustled my ass down to check on the LT; She was breathing, but only barely. When a pod of Drones flew out of the UFO, Horn calmly stepped out, set his rocket to airburst, and blew them all to sparking wreckage. I was able to stabilize the LT, but she wouldn't be coming back into the fight.
We repositioned, and waited for the X-Rays to come to us. Stiletto managed to wing one of the Sectoids, but no one else had a clean shot, as the aliens remained back in the trees. I did manage to kill a straggler Drone as it exited the alien craft, though. We exchanged a few shots with the one visible Sectoid before I winged it, and Mineral finished it off. SFC Mardones advanced to try to put eyes on the remaining Sectoid, but it put eyes on her first; She took another shot in the chest, but managed to stay vertical, and crawl to cover. When the Sectoid scampered out of cover, Stiletto took it down, while Mustang made her way back toward me, so I could give her a double-dose of repair nanites, stimulants and pain-killers.
SFC Mardones, temporarily recovered, took charge, and ordered us to assault the alien craft. Ogre was the first one in, getting clear eyes on the interior, and Stiletto took up a good position inside, so the rest of the squad could follow. The Floater took everyone by surprise when it jetted into the bay, avoiding several reaction shots; Colman, standing ready in the back, unleashed a barrage of laser fire, and took it down before it could kill Stiletto.
Moving tactically through the medium-sized craft, we finally approached the aft-chamber of the craft, immediately behind the control console. Thus far, we hadn't encountered any of the Outsiders that usually crewed the alien craft. When Stiletto breached the aft-chamber door, that changed. Mustang fired through the dissolving wall of light as the Outsiders scattered, seriously injuring one. The rest of the squad focused fire on the other, which attempted to flank by coming around to the other side of the control chamber. Colman and Glynn managed to nearly cripple it.
That was when Mustang made the judgment call, abandoned the Outsider in the aft-chamber, and pulled the Arc Thrower as she approached the staggered Outsider, and blasted the X-Ray to the ground; It dissolved, but this time left a strange crystal behind. When she called "Got it!" I stepped out and blasted the other one; We had what we'd come for.
Before we could return to the Skyranger, SFC Mardones collapsed; The painkillers weren't able to keep her conscious anymore, with her extensive injuries. It didn't matter. Horn shouldered her and we made our way back, picking up the LT on the way, with Maillet carrying our prize.
LESSONS LEARNED
o Sustain:
- Decisive response to new threats
- Tactical advancement
o Improve:
- Recklessness when things go badly
- Utilize lines of sight better
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Sunday, April 5, 2015
OPERATION DYING PRIEST - AFTER ACTION REPORT (26 APR 2016 @ 0058) - WIP
OPERATION DYING PRIEST - AFTER ACTION REPORT
PREPARED BY: SPC Spencer Donohue
SITUATION
o Enemy Forces:
- 12x Thin Men, 2x Sectoids, 2x Seekers, armed with plasma pistols and carbines
o Friendly Forces
- SPC Spencer Donohue (United States)
- SPC Shousei Daiwa (Japan)
- SPC Yusuf Hassan (Sudan)
- PFC Jade Colman (United Kingdom)
- PFC Naomi Bowden (United Kingdom)
- PFC Sylas Maillet (Canada)
MISSION
o Strike Team deploys to Toulouse, France 26 APR 2016 @ 0058 hrs, IOT investigate the site of the ambush of a French military convoy.
EXECUTION NARRATIVE
We received the Mission Alert at 2320 hrs, 25 APR, and we were in the air by 2334, with boots on ground at 0058 on the morning of the 26th. Once we'd oriented ourselves, I split the squad into two fire teams, one going straight forward with SPC Daiwa in charge, while I accompanied the other team around to the left, more intact portion of the building.
We received contact almost immediately, as a pair of Thin Men entered the building, then withdrew to cover. PFC Maillet was able to eliminate one immediately as it reached cover, while Bowden severely injured the other. As my team maneuvered into the building, I saw an opportunity to finish off the second Thin Man, and took it.
Daiwa's fire team spotted another pod near the next building, with two Thin Men who darted inside for cover while a Seeker advanced on their position. They cut loose at the approaching Seeker, but Bowden only managed to wing it. My team continued to maneuver for better position inside the building. The Thin Men began to suppress Daiwa's fire team, while the Seeker went into stealth mode.
Colman, from my fire team, moved over to support Daiwa's team, and let loose with her SAW once Daiwa had designated the target for her, ending the suppression. I opened the roll-up door and took a shot at the other Thin Man. At first I thought I'd got him, but when I saw it crawl back into cover, I realized it was still alive. Hassan, who'd been covering the alley to the left the whole time, moved inside, until we knew where the Seeker would reappear.
As it turned out, it reappeared as soon as he got into his new position, wrapping its tentacles around him, which we'd seen them attempt before. Colman charged back over and blew it to hell before it could do much damage. While this was happening, Daiwa called out more contact to the front, another pod consisting of a Thin Man, Sectoid and a Seeker.
While Daiwa finished off the wounded Thin Man, another shot a cloud of acid at Hassan, who was still recovering from the Seeker's attack. Before I could maneuver to provide aid, the second Seeker darted into the room and got its tentacles around my throat. Before I knew what was going on, there was a roar of automatic fire and the Seeker collapsed to the ground at my feet. I looked up, and Colman was standing there with her SAW still smoking.
Bowden, meanwhile, was maneuvering forward on the right flank, and managed to severely wound the Thin Man that had poisoned Hassan. Hassan, while still suffering from the poison gas's effects, took aim and finished the bastard off, with a little targeting help from SPC Daiwa. Maillet advanced, drawing fire from the remaining Sectoid, which advanced and took a shot at Colman as well, which allowed Daiwa to put it down.
The squad advanced cautiously, through the no-man's land between buildings. SPC Daiwa and myself moved into the second building, searching for survivors or some sign of what happened to the convoy. We noted that the wounds on the dead did not appear to be caused by plasma weapons, but found no sign to show what happened. I directed Colman onto the roof of the second building to provide overwatch, and Hassan took the roof of the first building, while Maillet and Bowden provided security along the roadway. That was when we saw the wounded man.
Daiwa was first to approach. The man was stable, but uncooperative. He was in no condition to give any real resistance, so we started to move him back through the building toward the landing zone. That was when the X-Rays attacked again. One Thin Man dropped in directly behind Bowden. She snapped off a couple shots, killing it. Daiwa came under fire from another as he moved back into the building. I moved to provide cover, and took a shot when it advanced on our position. I wounded it, but got a poison cloud for my troubles.
Daiwa spotted another and moved to the door to the alleyway, dodging plasma fire to eliminate it, while I charged the first Thin Man, and took it out point-blank. PFC Bowden, from her position on the road killed another as it approached. Maillet took over on assisting the survivor move toward evac, against his protests.
Another wave of enemies came in, from all directions, including a Sectoid only 10 feet away, flanking me. I was still hazy from the poison cloud, so I dashed forward and felt the shot before I realized, burning through my armor and into my shoulder. I was still standing, so I put a burst into the Sectoid's head. Bowden fired off a few shots at another Thin Man, until her weapon jammed. Luckily, Hassan had a clean shot, and blew the X-Ray's head off while she cleared the jam. Daiwa, meanwhile, still covering the alleyway, took out another Thin Man there, and then another as it approached, which cleared the way for me to start moving up. I moved along the alley, providing self-aid for my shoulder.
Maillet got the survivor into the Skyranger, and the rest of the squad cleared the Area of Operations. We encountered no further hostiles, and found no other survivors.
LESSONS LEARNED
o Sustain:
- Intersecting Fields of Fire
- Fire Teams
o Improve:
- Explosive battlefield shaping
- Don't move through enemy zones of fire
PREPARED BY: SPC Spencer Donohue
SITUATION
o Enemy Forces:
- 12x Thin Men, 2x Sectoids, 2x Seekers, armed with plasma pistols and carbines
o Friendly Forces
- SPC Spencer Donohue (United States)
- SPC Shousei Daiwa (Japan)
- SPC Yusuf Hassan (Sudan)
- PFC Jade Colman (United Kingdom)
- PFC Naomi Bowden (United Kingdom)
- PFC Sylas Maillet (Canada)
MISSION
o Strike Team deploys to Toulouse, France 26 APR 2016 @ 0058 hrs, IOT investigate the site of the ambush of a French military convoy.
EXECUTION NARRATIVE
We received the Mission Alert at 2320 hrs, 25 APR, and we were in the air by 2334, with boots on ground at 0058 on the morning of the 26th. Once we'd oriented ourselves, I split the squad into two fire teams, one going straight forward with SPC Daiwa in charge, while I accompanied the other team around to the left, more intact portion of the building.
We received contact almost immediately, as a pair of Thin Men entered the building, then withdrew to cover. PFC Maillet was able to eliminate one immediately as it reached cover, while Bowden severely injured the other. As my team maneuvered into the building, I saw an opportunity to finish off the second Thin Man, and took it.
Daiwa's fire team spotted another pod near the next building, with two Thin Men who darted inside for cover while a Seeker advanced on their position. They cut loose at the approaching Seeker, but Bowden only managed to wing it. My team continued to maneuver for better position inside the building. The Thin Men began to suppress Daiwa's fire team, while the Seeker went into stealth mode.
Colman, from my fire team, moved over to support Daiwa's team, and let loose with her SAW once Daiwa had designated the target for her, ending the suppression. I opened the roll-up door and took a shot at the other Thin Man. At first I thought I'd got him, but when I saw it crawl back into cover, I realized it was still alive. Hassan, who'd been covering the alley to the left the whole time, moved inside, until we knew where the Seeker would reappear.
As it turned out, it reappeared as soon as he got into his new position, wrapping its tentacles around him, which we'd seen them attempt before. Colman charged back over and blew it to hell before it could do much damage. While this was happening, Daiwa called out more contact to the front, another pod consisting of a Thin Man, Sectoid and a Seeker.
While Daiwa finished off the wounded Thin Man, another shot a cloud of acid at Hassan, who was still recovering from the Seeker's attack. Before I could maneuver to provide aid, the second Seeker darted into the room and got its tentacles around my throat. Before I knew what was going on, there was a roar of automatic fire and the Seeker collapsed to the ground at my feet. I looked up, and Colman was standing there with her SAW still smoking.
Bowden, meanwhile, was maneuvering forward on the right flank, and managed to severely wound the Thin Man that had poisoned Hassan. Hassan, while still suffering from the poison gas's effects, took aim and finished the bastard off, with a little targeting help from SPC Daiwa. Maillet advanced, drawing fire from the remaining Sectoid, which advanced and took a shot at Colman as well, which allowed Daiwa to put it down.
The squad advanced cautiously, through the no-man's land between buildings. SPC Daiwa and myself moved into the second building, searching for survivors or some sign of what happened to the convoy. We noted that the wounds on the dead did not appear to be caused by plasma weapons, but found no sign to show what happened. I directed Colman onto the roof of the second building to provide overwatch, and Hassan took the roof of the first building, while Maillet and Bowden provided security along the roadway. That was when we saw the wounded man.
Daiwa was first to approach. The man was stable, but uncooperative. He was in no condition to give any real resistance, so we started to move him back through the building toward the landing zone. That was when the X-Rays attacked again. One Thin Man dropped in directly behind Bowden. She snapped off a couple shots, killing it. Daiwa came under fire from another as he moved back into the building. I moved to provide cover, and took a shot when it advanced on our position. I wounded it, but got a poison cloud for my troubles.
Daiwa spotted another and moved to the door to the alleyway, dodging plasma fire to eliminate it, while I charged the first Thin Man, and took it out point-blank. PFC Bowden, from her position on the road killed another as it approached. Maillet took over on assisting the survivor move toward evac, against his protests.
Another wave of enemies came in, from all directions, including a Sectoid only 10 feet away, flanking me. I was still hazy from the poison cloud, so I dashed forward and felt the shot before I realized, burning through my armor and into my shoulder. I was still standing, so I put a burst into the Sectoid's head. Bowden fired off a few shots at another Thin Man, until her weapon jammed. Luckily, Hassan had a clean shot, and blew the X-Ray's head off while she cleared the jam. Daiwa, meanwhile, still covering the alleyway, took out another Thin Man there, and then another as it approached, which cleared the way for me to start moving up. I moved along the alley, providing self-aid for my shoulder.
Maillet got the survivor into the Skyranger, and the rest of the squad cleared the Area of Operations. We encountered no further hostiles, and found no other survivors.
LESSONS LEARNED
o Sustain:
- Intersecting Fields of Fire
- Fire Teams
o Improve:
- Explosive battlefield shaping
- Don't move through enemy zones of fire
Friday, March 27, 2015
Mail Call (07 APR 2016)
"Everything is in place?" Bradford paused, listening for a moment, before nodding. "Excellent. I'm sure the troops will be happy to hear it. Thank you for your efforts."
Central Officer Bradford hung up the phone, and leaned back in his chair. When the Commander gave the go-ahead at the end of March, he'd expected this to take a lot longer than it had. It turned out that the U.S. Air Force had been surprisingly willing to work with them, helping set up an APO with an obscured address. Now, the troops and technicians of XCOM could send and receive mail and packages without giving up any information about where XCOM HQ was located.
Of course, there'd still be a lot of restrictions on the mail, and privacy was basically not going to happen, but he'd argued, and the Commander had agreed, that mail privileges would strengthen morale. Right now, with only a handful of injuries and only one KIA, morale was pretty high, but Bradford knew that things wouldn't continue the way they were forever. Any enemy with the ability to fly craft between the stars must have more up their hypothetical sleeves than they'd shown so far.
Bradford pulled himself to his feet, stepping out of the small ready room and into Mission Control. As always, the Hologlobe caught his eye, and he saw the red blip signaling the UFO they'd splashed just before he'd received the call from the Peterson AFB post office. He knew that troopers were already gearing up to go out. Hopefully they'd all come home in one piece, to good news.
"Intelligence Officer Pidgeon," he said, scanning the room for the technician. He saw the Australian's head pop up as soon as he spoke, and gestured him over.
"Sir?" the man said, coming to attention as he approached. Bradford waved it off, indicating that he could relax.
"I need you to draft up a memo for the intranet message board. I've sent you an e-mail with the details, but the gist is that we're going forward with the mail service," he explained. IO Pidgeon's eyes lit up, but he remained silent as Bradford continued. "It'll be phased, starting only with letters, but once everything is up and running, we'll be able to handle packages as well. Let me know if you have any further questions, after you've read your e-mail."
"Sir, right away," Pidgeon turned and hurried back to his computer with a spring in his step. Bradford smiled slightly. The man had a wife and two daughters back in Queensland, and he was probably missing them terribly. It'd only been a month so far, but everyone knew this was going to be a long haul.
08 APR 2016
"Hey," Naomi Bowden looked up from breakfast as Lorena approached, tray in her hand. "Have you checked the message boards yet?"
"No," replied Naomi, stifling a yawn. She'd been up late, reviewing the just-published material for the Officer Training School, and had barely managed to drag herself out of her bunk this morning. "Something good?"
"I'll say it is," Lorena replied, sliding her tray across the table, and dropping heavily into the seat next to her. She grinned, and didn't say anything else.
"Well?" Naomi knew that the other woman was baiting her, but she didn't rise to it.
"Bowden!" Jared Houston waved from across the chow hall, hurrying over. "Did you hear?" he said excitedly as he slipped into the seat opposite her. "They're going to start allowing mail!" Naomi glanced at Lorena, who was scowling at Houston; Apparently, he'd scooped her announcement. Then what he'd said really hit her.
"Oh," she said. "Oh, now that's quite good." She glanced around the chow hall, and realized that the place was much more abuzz than it usually was this time of day. Apparently, she was one of the last to know. She smiled, feeling much more awake than she'd been a minute before. Oh yes, quite good indeed.
"No problem, Donohue." Parsons picked up his pen to begin writing again.
Central Officer Bradford hung up the phone, and leaned back in his chair. When the Commander gave the go-ahead at the end of March, he'd expected this to take a lot longer than it had. It turned out that the U.S. Air Force had been surprisingly willing to work with them, helping set up an APO with an obscured address. Now, the troops and technicians of XCOM could send and receive mail and packages without giving up any information about where XCOM HQ was located.
Of course, there'd still be a lot of restrictions on the mail, and privacy was basically not going to happen, but he'd argued, and the Commander had agreed, that mail privileges would strengthen morale. Right now, with only a handful of injuries and only one KIA, morale was pretty high, but Bradford knew that things wouldn't continue the way they were forever. Any enemy with the ability to fly craft between the stars must have more up their hypothetical sleeves than they'd shown so far.
Bradford pulled himself to his feet, stepping out of the small ready room and into Mission Control. As always, the Hologlobe caught his eye, and he saw the red blip signaling the UFO they'd splashed just before he'd received the call from the Peterson AFB post office. He knew that troopers were already gearing up to go out. Hopefully they'd all come home in one piece, to good news.
"Intelligence Officer Pidgeon," he said, scanning the room for the technician. He saw the Australian's head pop up as soon as he spoke, and gestured him over.
"Sir?" the man said, coming to attention as he approached. Bradford waved it off, indicating that he could relax.
"I need you to draft up a memo for the intranet message board. I've sent you an e-mail with the details, but the gist is that we're going forward with the mail service," he explained. IO Pidgeon's eyes lit up, but he remained silent as Bradford continued. "It'll be phased, starting only with letters, but once everything is up and running, we'll be able to handle packages as well. Let me know if you have any further questions, after you've read your e-mail."
"Sir, right away," Pidgeon turned and hurried back to his computer with a spring in his step. Bradford smiled slightly. The man had a wife and two daughters back in Queensland, and he was probably missing them terribly. It'd only been a month so far, but everyone knew this was going to be a long haul.
08 APR 2016
"Hey," Naomi Bowden looked up from breakfast as Lorena approached, tray in her hand. "Have you checked the message boards yet?"
"No," replied Naomi, stifling a yawn. She'd been up late, reviewing the just-published material for the Officer Training School, and had barely managed to drag herself out of her bunk this morning. "Something good?"
"I'll say it is," Lorena replied, sliding her tray across the table, and dropping heavily into the seat next to her. She grinned, and didn't say anything else.
"Well?" Naomi knew that the other woman was baiting her, but she didn't rise to it.
"Bowden!" Jared Houston waved from across the chow hall, hurrying over. "Did you hear?" he said excitedly as he slipped into the seat opposite her. "They're going to start allowing mail!" Naomi glanced at Lorena, who was scowling at Houston; Apparently, he'd scooped her announcement. Then what he'd said really hit her.
"Oh," she said. "Oh, now that's quite good." She glanced around the chow hall, and realized that the place was much more abuzz than it usually was this time of day. Apparently, she was one of the last to know. She smiled, feeling much more awake than she'd been a minute before. Oh yes, quite good indeed.
-
Spencer Donohue walked in from the showers, towel still draped around his neck. He'd also heard the word, and he was pretty stoked about it. He'd had to tell his wife that he wouldn't be able to communicate at all for who knows how long. She'd hated the secrecy, but it wasn't exactly new territory. Most of the operations he'd been on over the years had been classified, though none so secretive as the XCOM Project. He saw Parsons hunched over on his bunk, a pad of paper in his lap, scribbling furiously. Spencer hadn't been by supply yet, but he figured there'd be a run on writing paper. Parsons might be willing to share, though.
"Hey man," he said as he approached. Parsons glanced up with a smile, clipping the pen to the edge of the notepad. "I don't suppose you could spare a few sheets for a comrade?"
"Absolutely," Parsons replied, flipping a few pages and carefully tearing out several blank sheets. "This stuff'll be like gold until the next supply truck."
"Thanks, man," Spencer replied, taking the paper. "You writing your.." He paused, glanced at the man's hands, and saw no wedding ring. "your girlfriend?"
"No," Parsons shook his head. "Boyfriend, back in Sydney."
"You're.." Spencer trailed off, startled.
"Yeah," Parsons replied, then lifted a brow. "Is that a problem?"
"No, no," Spencer quickly assured him. "Just wasn't expecting it. It's been years since they started allowing gays and lesbians to openly serve in the U.S. but I've only met a couple of girls who were out." He shook his head. "Man, I'm really sorry. I just got caught by surprise."
"Don't worry about it," Parsons waved it off. "You writing your... husband?" He grinned, and Spencer laughed, the tension gone.
"Nah, my wife. She went back to Texas after I got selected for this assignment. She's gonna flip when she gets my letter."
"Mike will too," Parsons said. "He didn't want me to go, but when the time came, he was as supportive as he could be."
"That's about the way it always is," Spencer agreed. "Is he military too? I met my wife in the Army."
"No, he works as a database administrator in Sydney. Doesn't approve of the military in general, but he makes an effort where I'm concerned."
"Can't ask more than that." Spencer reached over and swatted Parsons on the shoulder. "I'll let you get back to it. Thanks for the paper."
"No problem, Donohue." Parsons picked up his pen to begin writing again.
"Call me Spencer," he tossed back over his shoulder. "All my friends do."
Sunday, March 22, 2015
OPERATION CURSED BREATH - AFTER ACTION REPORT (04 APR 2016 @1924)
OPERATION CURSED BREATH - AFTER ACTION REPORT
PREPARED BY: SPC Spencer Donohue
SITUATION
o Enemy Forces:
- 7x Sectoids, 1x Thin Man, 1x Mechanical, designation "Seeker"
o Friendly Forces
- SPC Spencer Donohue (United States)
- PFC Shousei Daiwa (Japan)
- PFC Yusuf Hassan (Sudan)
- PVT Leigh Fahey (United States)
- PVT Edward Dudek (Poland)
- PVT Clarisse Poncelet (Belgium)
MISSION
o Strike Team deploys to Buenos Aires, Argentina 04 APR 2016 @ 1924 hrs, IOT disrupt Alien Abduction Operations.
EXECUTION NARRATIVE
We received the Mission Alert at 1800 hrs, and we were in the air by 1820, with boots on ground at 1924. After assessing our avenues of approach, I decided that cutting along the backside of the building and using the back door for ingress would be the best course of action (CoA). We stacked on the wall with Hassan on watch before making the breach.
Upon opening the door, Daiwa reported seeing three X-Rays. The first two were a Sectoid and Thin Man, which cut along the front of the building, using it for cover. The third, he reported seeing a quick flash of tentacles, before it faded out of sight, and the door burst open without any other explanation. Not knowing what we were facing, I directed everyone to stay put, in cover, and keep their weapons ready. Daiwa started taking fire from within the building, but remained hunkered safely behind the wall. Suddenly, the air in front of Hassan blurred, and everyone opened up before we even got a good look at what it was. It seemed to be seeking the most isolated member of the squad, but Hassan was sufficiently covered that we never got to see what its capabilities were. Upon taking it down, we noted that it appeared to be a squid-like mechanical, most closely resembling the robots from that Matrix movie.
Daiwa then moved into the room, tumbling to avoid their reaction fire, and took cover behind a rack of servers. While the X-Rays were focused on him, PVTs Dudek and Fahey moved to the doorway, focusing fire on the Thin Man, giving cover for the rest of the squad to re-position. The X-Rays moved into the room, taking high cover positions that made it risky to advance, so we held position, weapons ready. This was when we saw further movement beyond the building, and noted more Sectoids coming to reinforce. We continued to hold position, taking shots of opportunity, until finally Dudek and Fahey managed to put down the Thin Man, as he approached Diawa's cover position, and Hassan took a shot through the window, eliminating the first Sectoid. PFC Daiwa, not to be outdone, put a shot straight through the wall, killing another Sectoid.
PVT Poncelet, now that the enemy overwatch positions were cleared, moved alongside the building, and took a reaction shot as one of the other Sectoids advanced, putting it down. The squad advanced to cover positions to engage the remaining Sectoid in the pod. Fahey, moving in cover, drew fire from the X-Ray, allowing the rest of the squad to reposition, and me to take a wounding shot. Hassan, having taken a sniper's perch on top of the building, reporting seeing as many as three more X-Rays in the next building.
We began our final advance with Daiwa taking the kill shot on the last Sectoid in the truck. Hassan took a snapshot at movement inside the building, but he could not confirm a kill. Realizing they had us covered, PFC Daiwa charged into the open to draw their fire, before moving into cover. The team fired as we advanced, but were unable to score any further hits. We did manage to scare them into keeping their heads down, so we were able to advance to danger-close range.
Fahey lead the way, dodging up immediately next to a hunkered Sectoid, and putting it down with a burst to the head. I charged forward with Daiwa immediately behind. The Sectoid by the window didn't even see me coming as I jumped through, flanked the X-Ray around the corner, though before I could kill it, PVT Poncelet had already put it down. PFC Daiwa jumped through the window right after me, and executed the cowering Sectoid with a single shot from his pistol.
We scoured the rest of the area, but met with no further resistance. Buenos Aires was temporarily clear of infestation. I think LT Rico would be proud.
LESSONS LEARNED
o Sustain:
- Use of Cover
- Seize opportunity
o Improve:
- Use grenades to eliminate cover
- Equipment unused is wasted
PREPARED BY: SPC Spencer Donohue
SITUATION
o Enemy Forces:
- 7x Sectoids, 1x Thin Man, 1x Mechanical, designation "Seeker"
o Friendly Forces
- SPC Spencer Donohue (United States)
- PFC Shousei Daiwa (Japan)
- PFC Yusuf Hassan (Sudan)
- PVT Leigh Fahey (United States)
- PVT Edward Dudek (Poland)
- PVT Clarisse Poncelet (Belgium)
MISSION
o Strike Team deploys to Buenos Aires, Argentina 04 APR 2016 @ 1924 hrs, IOT disrupt Alien Abduction Operations.
EXECUTION NARRATIVE
We received the Mission Alert at 1800 hrs, and we were in the air by 1820, with boots on ground at 1924. After assessing our avenues of approach, I decided that cutting along the backside of the building and using the back door for ingress would be the best course of action (CoA). We stacked on the wall with Hassan on watch before making the breach.
Upon opening the door, Daiwa reported seeing three X-Rays. The first two were a Sectoid and Thin Man, which cut along the front of the building, using it for cover. The third, he reported seeing a quick flash of tentacles, before it faded out of sight, and the door burst open without any other explanation. Not knowing what we were facing, I directed everyone to stay put, in cover, and keep their weapons ready. Daiwa started taking fire from within the building, but remained hunkered safely behind the wall. Suddenly, the air in front of Hassan blurred, and everyone opened up before we even got a good look at what it was. It seemed to be seeking the most isolated member of the squad, but Hassan was sufficiently covered that we never got to see what its capabilities were. Upon taking it down, we noted that it appeared to be a squid-like mechanical, most closely resembling the robots from that Matrix movie.
Daiwa then moved into the room, tumbling to avoid their reaction fire, and took cover behind a rack of servers. While the X-Rays were focused on him, PVTs Dudek and Fahey moved to the doorway, focusing fire on the Thin Man, giving cover for the rest of the squad to re-position. The X-Rays moved into the room, taking high cover positions that made it risky to advance, so we held position, weapons ready. This was when we saw further movement beyond the building, and noted more Sectoids coming to reinforce. We continued to hold position, taking shots of opportunity, until finally Dudek and Fahey managed to put down the Thin Man, as he approached Diawa's cover position, and Hassan took a shot through the window, eliminating the first Sectoid. PFC Daiwa, not to be outdone, put a shot straight through the wall, killing another Sectoid.
PVT Poncelet, now that the enemy overwatch positions were cleared, moved alongside the building, and took a reaction shot as one of the other Sectoids advanced, putting it down. The squad advanced to cover positions to engage the remaining Sectoid in the pod. Fahey, moving in cover, drew fire from the X-Ray, allowing the rest of the squad to reposition, and me to take a wounding shot. Hassan, having taken a sniper's perch on top of the building, reporting seeing as many as three more X-Rays in the next building.
We began our final advance with Daiwa taking the kill shot on the last Sectoid in the truck. Hassan took a snapshot at movement inside the building, but he could not confirm a kill. Realizing they had us covered, PFC Daiwa charged into the open to draw their fire, before moving into cover. The team fired as we advanced, but were unable to score any further hits. We did manage to scare them into keeping their heads down, so we were able to advance to danger-close range.
Fahey lead the way, dodging up immediately next to a hunkered Sectoid, and putting it down with a burst to the head. I charged forward with Daiwa immediately behind. The Sectoid by the window didn't even see me coming as I jumped through, flanked the X-Ray around the corner, though before I could kill it, PVT Poncelet had already put it down. PFC Daiwa jumped through the window right after me, and executed the cowering Sectoid with a single shot from his pistol.
We scoured the rest of the area, but met with no further resistance. Buenos Aires was temporarily clear of infestation. I think LT Rico would be proud.
LESSONS LEARNED
o Sustain:
- Use of Cover
- Seize opportunity
o Improve:
- Use grenades to eliminate cover
- Equipment unused is wasted
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Brothers in Arms (02 MAR 2016)
"Donohue!"
Spencer Donohue stopped in the hall when he heard his name called from behind, and stepped back against the wall to allow others to pass as he looked for who was calling him.
It turned out to be PFC Hassan. Spencer nodded as Hassan caught up with him, and stepped back out into the hall, continuing his way to mess.
"What's up?" he asked the other man casually. "Want to join me for dinner?" Hassan nodded, but it was obvious he had something else in mind. Spencer kept his silence, let him come to it in his own time. Finally, he stopped, stepping into an intersecting corridor. Spencer joined him.
"I read your report," Hassan started. Spencer nodded, waiting for him to continue. "You left something out."
"Excuse me?" Spencer lifted a brow. Hassan raised his hands in a placating gesture.
"You didn't mention how I froze, when Jensen was hit." Hassan dropped his eyes as he spoke, shame evident in every line of his face, how he held his body. Spencer blinked, then before he could stop himself, he began to chuckle. Hassan flushed, visible even with his dark skin, in the darkened corridor and looked up, anger beginning to show in his eyes.
"Man," Spencer said, pulling himself back to a more sober mien. "You're sweating that? I didn't leave it out. It just wasn't relevant."
"How is a soldier freezing in the middle of a firefight not relevant?" Hassan was still angry, and the grim amusement that Spencer couldn't hold back only fueled that. "Cowardice on the battlefield is always relevant. Soldiers die because of cowardly actions."
"Yusuf," Spencer started, then paused. "Can I call you Yusuf?" He continued without waiting for an answer. "You pulled yourself together and engaged the fucker that got Jensen. Hell, you somehow managed to take out two of them with one shot." He looked the Sudanese man squarely in the eyes. "Tell me," he said, "are those the actions of a coward?"
Hassan was silent for several moments. Behind him, Spencer could hear more troopers passing into the mess hall. Finally, the man looked up again, meeting his eyes.
"There is truth in what you say."
"Damned right there is," Spencer replied, chucking him on the shoulder. "Listen, you were right behind him when he fell. I'd probably have lost my shit too. It's combat, man. It happens."
"He was so still, when he fell from the truck. I thought he must have been dead already." Hassan lifted his face, staring off behind Spencer. Spencer felt that same empty feeling he had when Huisman had come over the radio. "I should have been able to save him."
"No," Spencer replied, feeling anger, a far more welcome feeling, flood into his mind. "No, that's not your fault. It was mine. I was placed in charge of the mission, God knows why. It was my responsibility to make sure we had what we needed. I failed Jensen, by not ensuring someone had brought a damned medkit."
"Now it is you who is too hard on himself," replied Hassan, placing a hand on Spencer's shoulder. "No one was prepared for what we faced. We barely had time to get weapons, let alone medical supplies." Spencer nodded, but not in agreement. He knew whose fault it was. "Brother," Hassan said, drawing Spencer's eyes to his, "I call you so, because we have stood shoulder to shoulder. You cannot change the past. You can only learn from it, and take those lessons into the future."
Spencer nodded again, then suddenly he laughed. Hassan was briefly startled, but then he showed his own broad grin.
"Damned if you aren't right," he said. "Come on, Yusuf. I hear that if you get to mess late, you have to eat the leftovers from the science labs."
OPERATION DARK THRONE - AFTER ACTION REPORT (01 MAR 2016 @ 2320)
OPERATION DARK THRONE - AFTER ACTION REPORT
PREPARED BY: PFC Spencer Donohue
SITUATION
o Enemy Forces:
- 10 X-Rays, designation "Sectoid", armed with energy weapons of unknown capability
o Friendly Forces
- PVT Spencer Donohue (United States)
- PVT Beatrice Rydberg (Sweden)
- PVT Simone Ribeiro (Brazil)
- PVT Hidde Huisman (Netherlands)
- PVT Evan Jensen (South Africa) - KIA
- PVT Yusuf Hassan (Sudan)
MISSION
o Strike Team deploys to Vancouver, Canada, 01 MAR 2016 @ 2118 hrs, IOT disrupt Alien Abduction Operations.
EXECUTION NARRATIVE
We received the Mission Alert at 2100 hrs. The squad was ready to go within minutes, with boots on ground at 2320 hrs. We assessed the situation, and moved to cover, while PVT Ribeiro reconned a short ways ahead, and PVT Rydberg advanced to cover Ribeiro. When we began bounding from our intial cover positions, PVT Ribeiro caught sight of the enemy.
PVT Jensen and myself moved to a position that would allow us to set up a crossfire on the targets, and took cover, while Huisman and Hassan provided a base of fire. Ribeiro moved back into cover, and Rydberg provided overwatch, to ensure that the enemy wouldn't attempt to flank us.
PVT Ribeiro caught sight of another group of hostiles, and engaged and destroyed one target. The remainder of the squad fired upon the first group of targets, eliminating two of them. The survivors of the first group pulled back and broke line-of-sight, while the second group of hostiles moved forward and engaged Ribeiro and Rydberg with ineffectual fire. Rydberg returned fire and killed one of the aggressors. PVT Ribeiro provided overwatch while the rest of the squad repositioned on the new threat.
At this time PVT Jensen took to the high ground on top of a truck for advantage. He wounded but did not eliminate one target. I engaged the target, but I was unable to neutralize it before return fire critically wounded Jensen. PVT Hassan and Huisman moved up to provide aid, which is when we realized that no one grabbed a medkit.
With Jensen's life on the line, the squad pushed forward, engaging the remaining enemy with grenades and direct fire, but the target proved resilient. Meanwhile, Ribeiro and Rydberg decisively engaged a third group of hostiles on the left flank. I took a chance and moved forward, using a grenade to take down one of the targets that could have flanked me otherwise.
Something strange happened then. Huisman and Hassan rushed into the open to engage the X-Rays on the right flank. Hassan killed one of them, and the other, the one who'd shot Jensen, let out a scream and collapsed. It was almost as if they were somehow connected.
I flexed over to the left flank to support PVTs Ribeiro and Rydberg, while Hassan checked on Jensen. He reported to me that Jensen did not appear to be breathing, nor could he find a pulse. PVT Huisman assisted Hassan in getting Jensen back to the Skyranger, while Rydberg and myself destroyed the remaining X-Ray. Ribeiro joined us in sweeping the AO while Hassan and Huisman continued to attempt lifesaving measures on Jensen.
Despite our best efforts, PVT Evan Jensen was pronounced Dead on Arrival when we returned to XCOM HQ.
LESSONS LEARNED
o Sustain:
- Fire Team cohesion
- Firing discipline
o Improve:
- Bring a freaking medkit
- Cover trumps high ground
PREPARED BY: PFC Spencer Donohue
SITUATION
o Enemy Forces:
- 10 X-Rays, designation "Sectoid", armed with energy weapons of unknown capability
o Friendly Forces
- PVT Spencer Donohue (United States)
- PVT Beatrice Rydberg (Sweden)
- PVT Simone Ribeiro (Brazil)
- PVT Hidde Huisman (Netherlands)
- PVT Evan Jensen (South Africa) - KIA
- PVT Yusuf Hassan (Sudan)
MISSION
o Strike Team deploys to Vancouver, Canada, 01 MAR 2016 @ 2118 hrs, IOT disrupt Alien Abduction Operations.
EXECUTION NARRATIVE
We received the Mission Alert at 2100 hrs. The squad was ready to go within minutes, with boots on ground at 2320 hrs. We assessed the situation, and moved to cover, while PVT Ribeiro reconned a short ways ahead, and PVT Rydberg advanced to cover Ribeiro. When we began bounding from our intial cover positions, PVT Ribeiro caught sight of the enemy.
PVT Jensen and myself moved to a position that would allow us to set up a crossfire on the targets, and took cover, while Huisman and Hassan provided a base of fire. Ribeiro moved back into cover, and Rydberg provided overwatch, to ensure that the enemy wouldn't attempt to flank us.
PVT Ribeiro caught sight of another group of hostiles, and engaged and destroyed one target. The remainder of the squad fired upon the first group of targets, eliminating two of them. The survivors of the first group pulled back and broke line-of-sight, while the second group of hostiles moved forward and engaged Ribeiro and Rydberg with ineffectual fire. Rydberg returned fire and killed one of the aggressors. PVT Ribeiro provided overwatch while the rest of the squad repositioned on the new threat.
At this time PVT Jensen took to the high ground on top of a truck for advantage. He wounded but did not eliminate one target. I engaged the target, but I was unable to neutralize it before return fire critically wounded Jensen. PVT Hassan and Huisman moved up to provide aid, which is when we realized that no one grabbed a medkit.
With Jensen's life on the line, the squad pushed forward, engaging the remaining enemy with grenades and direct fire, but the target proved resilient. Meanwhile, Ribeiro and Rydberg decisively engaged a third group of hostiles on the left flank. I took a chance and moved forward, using a grenade to take down one of the targets that could have flanked me otherwise.
Something strange happened then. Huisman and Hassan rushed into the open to engage the X-Rays on the right flank. Hassan killed one of them, and the other, the one who'd shot Jensen, let out a scream and collapsed. It was almost as if they were somehow connected.
I flexed over to the left flank to support PVTs Ribeiro and Rydberg, while Hassan checked on Jensen. He reported to me that Jensen did not appear to be breathing, nor could he find a pulse. PVT Huisman assisted Hassan in getting Jensen back to the Skyranger, while Rydberg and myself destroyed the remaining X-Ray. Ribeiro joined us in sweeping the AO while Hassan and Huisman continued to attempt lifesaving measures on Jensen.
Despite our best efforts, PVT Evan Jensen was pronounced Dead on Arrival when we returned to XCOM HQ.
LESSONS LEARNED
o Sustain:
- Fire Team cohesion
- Firing discipline
o Improve:
- Bring a freaking medkit
- Cover trumps high ground
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Vigilo Confido (01 MAR 2016)
Private Spencer Donohue looked at the soldiers strapped in around him. He was still kind of stunned by the turn of events that brought them all together on this contraption they called the Skyranger.
It didn't seem like it was only three hours ago that he'd arrived at Denver International Airport on a civilian flight from North Carolina. They'd told him to bring nothing but a small bag of personal effects, and that all of his gear would be provided when he arrived at his new assignment. As soon as he'd stepped off the plane, a woman in neutral professional attire approached him, confirmed his name and told him to follow her. The only identifying mark she'd had was the small diamond-shaped badge with the motto "Vigilo Confido" that he'd seen on his acceptance letter.
His escort had led him to a conference room where several others were already waiting, some of them obviously soldiers, despite their casual garb. She explained that the buses were running late, but that a van for some of the technicians would be leaving shortly, if anyone wanted to get going sooner. He and five others volunteered, and were packed into the van with a bunch of engineers and intel geeks for the next couple of hours. When Donohue asked their escort where they were going all she did was smile and give a murmured, "You'll see."
Donohue's first impression of the base was underwhelming. Tucked into the back of a small box canyon were a few small, unmarked buildings and a guard post. The guard at the gate, wearing blue Kevlar and a ballcap emblazoned with the increasingly-familiar "Vigilo Confido" badge, waved them in with barely any pleasantries. At the back of the canyon, they entered a cave only a little larger than the van. Several minutes passed with nothing to see but rough-hewn rock. Donohue heard the others talking quietly, but he kept his attention on the rock wall barely a foot from the window. Occasionally a dim overhead light would swim out of the darkness ahead, but for the most part, only the headlights of the van showed anything at all.
Eventually, just when Donohue began to wonder if he was claustrophobic after all, the tunnel widened out and the ceiling rose into a sizable, well-lit cavern. Steel support beams crisscrossed the ceiling, and asphalt lined the ground, where rows of cones were laid out. Donohue had been on enough deployments to know what a staging area for buses looked like. Ahead, looming out of the wall of the cavern was part of a building, all in sterile white. Emblazoned on the building, above the large set of double doors, was that same sigil with 16 flags arranged in an arc underneath. Beneath that, in black block letters: Welcome to XCOM.
The van pulled to a stop a little ways back from the double doors, and Donohue and his comrades gathered their personal bags. Before the geeks had even piled out of the van, yellow lights began flashing, and alarm claxons started to echo through the cavern. Donohue found himself reaching for the weapon he wasn't carrying while the technicians milled around in confusion. He noticed the five other soldiers drifting into a loose cordon around the van, each one of them unconsciously ready for action. Donohue smiled tightly, approving of his new comrades already.
Just then, the first uniform they'd seen appeared as a man rushed out through the double doors. It wasn't any uniform Donohue recognized, but it was definitely a uniform, in olive drab green and blue, with no nametape or rank insignia, just the familiar badge. He glanced around hurriedly, until his eyes lit upon Donohue and his companions.
"Oh thank goodness," he exclaimed, his accent marking him as an Aussie. "They said that some troops had arrived with the techs. Come with me, quickly!"
Donohue shot a look at the nearest of the other soldiers, and fell into place behind the hurrying Australian.
"What's up?" he asked as they moved through the corridors. The man glanced back at him, then behind him at the rest.
"You're not going to have time for a proper briefing, I guess," he replied, not slowing his pace. "I am Intelligence Officer Pidgeon. The X-Rays have hit Vancouver, with reports indicating that it's an abduction operation. Central Officer Bradford will give you more information en route, but for now, we've got to get you kitted up."
"X-Rays?" Donohue asked, but before the other man could answer, they arrived in what was definitely an armory.
"Drop your bags and strip out of your civvies," he said, pulling open several racks containing rifles, carbines, body armor and various other implements of war. "Get into uniform and strap on your gear. Grab what you can carry, and make sure you bring plenty of ammo. When you're done, follow that corridor to the hangar." With one final glance to ensure that everyone seemed to understand, he turned and hurried out of the room. Around him, the rest of the soldiers were already complying, so Donohue dropped his bag to do the same.
The crackle of the intercom brought Private Donohue back from his reverie. The voice of Central Officer Bradford filled the bay of the Skyranger.
"The drop site for this mission is in Canada."
It didn't seem like it was only three hours ago that he'd arrived at Denver International Airport on a civilian flight from North Carolina. They'd told him to bring nothing but a small bag of personal effects, and that all of his gear would be provided when he arrived at his new assignment. As soon as he'd stepped off the plane, a woman in neutral professional attire approached him, confirmed his name and told him to follow her. The only identifying mark she'd had was the small diamond-shaped badge with the motto "Vigilo Confido" that he'd seen on his acceptance letter.
His escort had led him to a conference room where several others were already waiting, some of them obviously soldiers, despite their casual garb. She explained that the buses were running late, but that a van for some of the technicians would be leaving shortly, if anyone wanted to get going sooner. He and five others volunteered, and were packed into the van with a bunch of engineers and intel geeks for the next couple of hours. When Donohue asked their escort where they were going all she did was smile and give a murmured, "You'll see."
Donohue's first impression of the base was underwhelming. Tucked into the back of a small box canyon were a few small, unmarked buildings and a guard post. The guard at the gate, wearing blue Kevlar and a ballcap emblazoned with the increasingly-familiar "Vigilo Confido" badge, waved them in with barely any pleasantries. At the back of the canyon, they entered a cave only a little larger than the van. Several minutes passed with nothing to see but rough-hewn rock. Donohue heard the others talking quietly, but he kept his attention on the rock wall barely a foot from the window. Occasionally a dim overhead light would swim out of the darkness ahead, but for the most part, only the headlights of the van showed anything at all.
Eventually, just when Donohue began to wonder if he was claustrophobic after all, the tunnel widened out and the ceiling rose into a sizable, well-lit cavern. Steel support beams crisscrossed the ceiling, and asphalt lined the ground, where rows of cones were laid out. Donohue had been on enough deployments to know what a staging area for buses looked like. Ahead, looming out of the wall of the cavern was part of a building, all in sterile white. Emblazoned on the building, above the large set of double doors, was that same sigil with 16 flags arranged in an arc underneath. Beneath that, in black block letters: Welcome to XCOM.
The van pulled to a stop a little ways back from the double doors, and Donohue and his comrades gathered their personal bags. Before the geeks had even piled out of the van, yellow lights began flashing, and alarm claxons started to echo through the cavern. Donohue found himself reaching for the weapon he wasn't carrying while the technicians milled around in confusion. He noticed the five other soldiers drifting into a loose cordon around the van, each one of them unconsciously ready for action. Donohue smiled tightly, approving of his new comrades already.
Just then, the first uniform they'd seen appeared as a man rushed out through the double doors. It wasn't any uniform Donohue recognized, but it was definitely a uniform, in olive drab green and blue, with no nametape or rank insignia, just the familiar badge. He glanced around hurriedly, until his eyes lit upon Donohue and his companions.
"Oh thank goodness," he exclaimed, his accent marking him as an Aussie. "They said that some troops had arrived with the techs. Come with me, quickly!"
Donohue shot a look at the nearest of the other soldiers, and fell into place behind the hurrying Australian.
"What's up?" he asked as they moved through the corridors. The man glanced back at him, then behind him at the rest.
"You're not going to have time for a proper briefing, I guess," he replied, not slowing his pace. "I am Intelligence Officer Pidgeon. The X-Rays have hit Vancouver, with reports indicating that it's an abduction operation. Central Officer Bradford will give you more information en route, but for now, we've got to get you kitted up."
"X-Rays?" Donohue asked, but before the other man could answer, they arrived in what was definitely an armory.
"Drop your bags and strip out of your civvies," he said, pulling open several racks containing rifles, carbines, body armor and various other implements of war. "Get into uniform and strap on your gear. Grab what you can carry, and make sure you bring plenty of ammo. When you're done, follow that corridor to the hangar." With one final glance to ensure that everyone seemed to understand, he turned and hurried out of the room. Around him, the rest of the soldiers were already complying, so Donohue dropped his bag to do the same.
The crackle of the intercom brought Private Donohue back from his reverie. The voice of Central Officer Bradford filled the bay of the Skyranger.
"The drop site for this mission is in Canada."
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