OPERATION President Rescue

[Duke Anderson]

10 July 2012
0900hrs
Boston, MA
St. Peter's Hospital Complex

The UH - 60 Black-hawk tipped to the left and went in to orbit around the large hospital that stood tall among the many sky-scrappers. There were shouts, gunshots, screams, and the squeal of tires emitting from every street below, fires burned rapidly and the black smoke took the Special Forces A - Team back to Iraq.

"What the fuck is happening..?" Tompkins said aloud, the other Green Berets shook their head and looked to their leader. The man with Captain bars, packing a SOPMOD issue M4 Carbine wore an stone cold expression, to him, this mission was everything, it was the single most important operation the team had ever performed and most of them had been through years and years of deployments together. Their leader, the Captain, was educated, strong - willed, and highly decorated. A man by the name of Stephen Harper, call-sign Sandman Six.

"ETA two mikes, Sandman!" The co-pilot shouted through the mic, Harper nodded and tossed him a thumbs up.

"Alright boys! We've been through a lot of shit together, but this one takes the cake! I'm not really sure what's going' on down there and what we're about to walk in to, but no matter what we have to get the job done! The President is locked up in the solitary recovery room on the sixth floor, protected only by a team of Secret Servicemen armed with nine millimeters..!" The operation was high risk, they had to go in, snatch the VIP, who in the case was the President, and exfil him to safety. He had gone in for a bypass, but hadn't been released yet, but the hospital had fallen to rioters, or so that's what the news and military Intel officers called them.

The men were ready, their faces did not show nerves or fear, but instead determination and readiness. These were the guys Harper had gone in to battle with time and time again, seasoned quiet professionals. They would get the job done.

"What's the situation on the ground, Captain?!" Luther shouted over the whine of the rotors.

"Boston SWAT has secured the lobby and set up a FOB, we'll touch down and get feet hot inside of there. But from that point on, it's all us!"

"Are you staying' in the FOB and overseeing the Op, Sandy?!" Harris asked.

"This is a top priority VIP, Yankee! I'll be going' in weapons hot with you." The team nodded affirmative and locked their weapons, ready for action.

"ROE?" Hot Shot asked. "Anyth...-" Harper trailed off. "Anyone that appears hostile, shoot to kill. Squared away?" The team sounded off with a Hooah!

The Black-hawk dipped down and seconds later the wheels smacked pavement, Hot Shot threw the door open and the team dashed out on to the ER entrance.

"Skull Five, this is Raptor Seven - Two. Sandman Six is on the ground and inbound. Returning to orbit, out."

Decay.. The stench in the lobby was so strong, it made Harper's stomach twist. Shell casings littered the floor and blood stains along the walls were signs of the conflict which had occurred just prior to their securing the FOB. A SWAT offered clad in black Kevlar approached Harper. The Green Beret A - Team were outfitted with olive drab BDUs and Kevlar helmets w/ night vision. Their faces were hidden by balaclavas and vests loaded down with ammunition.

"Good to see you, Captain."

"Likewise. SITREP?" Harper's tone was cold, he was in game mode. Straight and to the point.

"VIP is secured, but he's six floors away and there's a whole lotta shit in between us and him. Last call from the Servicemen up there said they had to hold off an onslaught of nurses and doctors.." The SWAT Officer's voice broke and Harper could tell he was disturbed by what was happening in his city. Sandman drew in a deep breath and nodded, motioning his team to the stairwell.

There were twelve of them, standard A - Team small team tactic. "Hot Shot, you, Sky, Reaper, Bronx, Goose, and Goat sweep the first floor, we'll take the second. We'll keep leap frogging levels, you take odds, we take evens. I want a SITREP after you sweep every floor. Don't be too thorough, just check it and go. We'll rally on the sixth and get Crown out of here." Hot Shot nodded and off they went.

(Jamie Logan's call-sign is Sky
Kyle C. Roper's call-sign is Reaper
My character which is Victor Morse call-sign is Hot-Shot

[riujin]

Kyle loads a new clip into his M16A4 assault rifle Reloadins its M203 grenade launcher attachment as well. He pulls out his Magnum making sure its was fully loaded before putting it away. listening to Sandman waiting to get off the chopper. He stays completely quiet smirking slightly to himself going threw his MP3 player though it is on mute until the speech is over.

When they got off the Black-hawk he enters the building with the others looking around at the SWAT members seeing far less then he expected. not saying a word as Harper talks to one of them and splits them into teams. "Hey Sandman, We ganna Dust-off on the roof or are we walking him out the front door." he Stands by the team he was assigned to waiting for an answer if he was going to get one, he didnt really care it was to early for him to care about how they were getting out. He leaves with his team.

[Duke Anderson]

Victor Morse made sure that every single one of his weapons were fully loaded and made sure that their safety was off before walking away with his group he was assigned with. Victor gripped his M16-A2 in his hands very tight as they start to clear the first floor of the hospital. The smell of rotten corpses filled his senses which he just wanted to gag because of how strong the smell was but he kept it down. The team footsteps echoed all around them and Victor was just hoping that the sound of their footsteps wouldn't attract anyone and anythings attention.

Victor must have bad luck sense as soon as he got done hoping that they wouldn't attract anyone or anythings attention, a group of about twenty infected started to slowly walk their way toward them just wanting to feed on their flesh. He had seen some pretty messed up things ever since this whole mess began but this took the freaking cake. Most of the infected was so tore up that they barely resembled humans anymore. Victor was the first to raise his M16-A2 up and point it toward the group of infected. He waited a few minutes then pulled the trigger of his weapon which started the fight between his team and the infected.

[riujin]

Kyle puts one headphone in his ear the other one dangling down by his M16-A4. he begins to play music turning the volume up so that he could hear it even with the bullets ringing in his ears. Grabbing his M16, he brings the scope to his eye unleashing a 3 round burst into one zombies head after another, until the hall was clear. "ladies and gentlmen Lets try to keep it down ok."

He moves as silently as he can from door to door away from the others, popping into the room and scouting it out, his gun ready to kill anything that is in it. " this room is clear to, you guys find anything over there." he moves to the next room. "i think we attracted every one on this floor."