MOF #7 Lost and Found, May not be suitable for younger readers. Options

[General Kirkov]

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Prologue going to be posted Monday morning 9 am EST and the first chapter Wednesday morning same time, unless I can't restrain myself from putting them up in which case the prologue will probably go up tomorrow night. This here to build up the suspense!

[General Kirkov]

The university internet server is down over here so the post will go up the second it's restored... Sorry (thank God for iPhones uh?)

[General Kirkov]

Prologue

-December 25th back at the MOF HQ, England

“99 Red Balloons floating by the summer sky […]”

“Turn that shit off man or get a headset Nero!” Joker yelled frustrated, the two of them had been arguing over what weapon they should get in case they would have to back up the team or if they got shot down.
“Firstly it’s a Christmas gift and it’s not shit it’s Nena and I can have a Kalashnikov if I want to, Caboose gave me his!” He argued back.
“It won’t fit in the fucking helicopter cockpit you’ll have to get a SMG like Steiner did, why don’t you take his MP5? I heard he’s upgrading…”

“Panic hits it’s red alert something here from somewhere else[…]” Nero paused the stereo; “Oh what’s he getting?”
“I think he’s getting a sub-machine gun that Caboose is moding for him.”
“Can I have an M14 then? I always wanted one.”
“NO!”
“Why not?”
“Same fucking reason, IT WON’T FIT IN THE COCKPIT”

In the next room Caboose, Steiner, Brookfield, Garson and Nichole were discussing other issues and talking a bit about their newly acquired pilots. “Mike why the fuck did you hand him that AK47 man?” Steiner pleaded.
“Well I wanted to give him a Christmas present, by the way we didn’t get anything for Andrew…”
“What, you don’t think a multi-million dollar attack helicopter, £250,000 a year and a million USD per mission isn’t good enough?”
“Well they both got that, from Santa… and by Santa I mean William, I think, you never know. You know what I think Santa likes us, we get really awesome gifts!” He replied looking at his new torque bow. (also from Santa)
“You’re messed up, you know that?”
“That’s why I love him.” Nichole replied giving him a tender hug. “Merry Christmas hun.” She said handing him a large and heavy looking package that Garson had to help her pass along.
“Besides Carl, that’s called a salary we all get that, well except we have bigger bonuses for completed mission.” Garson answered as Caboose unwrapped a new rifle; a Harris Gunworks M-96, far more reliable and solid than his previous rifle, which was a good thing, considering what Caboose did with his weapons.
Nichole got assorted Jewellery, gilded books and clothes (probably from most of the team as it looked like they cost more than Caboose’s annual salary and they all got hugs accordingly).
Steiner was given a spanking new UMP-45, modified to fire more rapidly and accurately with a variety of sights, ammunition and a silencer kit.
Garson got the newest model Corvette, imported from The States as he tended to complain that; ‘Its one thing to drive on the wrong side of the road but the right sided driver seat thing is just ridiculous!’
Brookfield was harder to shop for on the other hand, he was more quiet than the rest of the team so the first thought was to get him a new machinegun. Both his M249 and MG-42 were getting a tad worn out like Caboose’s venerable LSRW .50 cal rifle, so they picked up a new German made Heckler and Koch MG-4 for him, mind you they wanted to get him more things but he pretty much spent all his income on things he wanted. Next year they’d have to ask for a gift list… Harrison entered the building and walked towards Nero and Joker with 6 packages and interrupted their conversation; “ok guys I’m sure whatever this was is something really important but I got some gear for you from the rest of the team, Lewis drop the AK it’s not going to fit in the chopper and it’s a bad Chinese knock off anyways, Mike’s been trying to get rid of it for ages…”
“That fucker!” He replied with some frustration in his voice.
“Anyways you guys need kit, so I picked up a pair of ACR Carbines with folding stocks, silencers and holographic sights. Merry Christmas from Caboose who worked his ass off to get those customized, the AK and whatever CD he got for you was probably a joke anyways. Next we got you guys custom MOF flight uniforms with call-sign nametags, BDUs and webbing so merry Christmas from the rest of the team. The Hind has been modified to fire incendiary and explosive rounds for the forward cannon, just for you Lewis. Now I have to go check on the other children.” Harrison said walking into the next room. Upon seeing that most of the team were looking at new guns and how Caboose was trying to force his custom ammo in the new weapon with the rest of the team was backing away slowly, Harrison just kept going to grab a stiff drink.

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Sorry for the double post I accidently clickled reply and it took about 3 minutes to load up the page so I wasn't keen on going back. Anyways comments are welcome!

This post has been edited by General Kirkov: 18 Jan 2010, 15:46

[Lewis]

Hey! We got gears! We got weapons! The Hind got incendiary and explosives rounds! BURN BABY BURN! I hope Kirkov will find us some nice enemies to roast soon! I hope you folks are as excited as I am! This story rocks and I can't wait for the next part! Go Go MOF!

[General Kirkov]

Chapter 1

The ‘red phone’ started to ring, it was their mission phone it had a location ID, informing the team where the caller was from, so they could determine how to answer, or rather who should answer. For example if it didn’t come from the English speaking world generally Caboose or Nichole would pick up, if not the usual arguments about who was less busy would be sent back and forth as most families tended to do at home when they didn’t want to be bothered. Both Joker and Nero where on X-Box live playing Modern Warfare 2 on two separate consoles and TVs, Nichole was reading War and Peace and the rest of the team was out except for Brookfield and Caboose who were watching Star Trek XI for the millionth time or so, making them the leading candidates to answer the phone.

“Answer the phone already you guys! I’m getting distracted!” Joker yelled some player named InfectedLemming had just stuck him with a semtex grenade ending a kill streak of 6.
“It’s James’s turn.” Caboose answered
“Sod off you wanker, what if they’re from Brazil or something? That makes it your turn!” The Brit answered.
“Well if that is the case, it is come and get me, then I’ll pick up, this is my favourite part of the movie!” Was the reply from the sniper.
“You guys know you can pause the movie right?” Nero suggested, he had just gotten an AC-130 and was going nuts on the opposite team.

After short deliberations and threats from everyone Brookfield was ‘volunteered’, he paused the movie, got up and checked the phone. It was from Texas; ‘great’ he muttered “James Brookfield MOF how can I help you today, we offer a wide range of services; hostage rescue, elimination of hostiles, retrieval of items of interest and big explosions. To whom am I speaking with and which service are you looking for.”
“That’s a nice speech boy, loving the French accent but its night time already! You boys must have long hours; I hope you’re paid well for them!” Came the reply from the person from the end of the other line, earning a muttered ‘Jesus H. Christ’ from the former SAS corporal. “I’m just kidding, I know you’re British, I’m major general Howard, US Marine Corps and I suppose we need an elimination/retrieval/big explosion job, you do all three right?”
“Yeah, well the big explosions happen one way or another; however I need an American flag officer confirmation ID code before we can continue sir.” Brookfield replied.
“Right, MOF mission request ID code, D23490804S-A” The general answered.
“One moment please sir… Confirmed, do you want to discuss the job over the phone or in person, do you want us to bring our attack helicopter and pilots or do you just need our team?”
“Just the team and it might be better to discuss this in person, it’s a sensitive mission, when can you get here?”
“In the next 20 hours or so, is that alright?”
“That’s fine see you soon boy!” Then he hung up.
‘Fucking yanks’

The team gathered and the mission request was faxed, Harrison looked over the contract; “Standard government fee 20 million USD, 10 mil upfront regardless of outcome, possible bonus of 15 million at the discretion of the US government and 5 mil per member we bring along, negotiable. Not bad huh?”
“God I love working for the Americans they just toss money on your lap and they give huge tips and ask ‘do you think this is enough sir?’ I say we hold out for more.” Caboose suggested.
“Don’t be a dick man.” Steiner urged
“I’m worried, that 15 mil bonus is not normal and the fact that it’s negotiable isn’t either.” Harrison commented. “But we’re taking it anyways, Steiner, get our G-5 fuelled up and ready to go. The rest of you load our gear in the deuce and a half outside and get it to the plane. I’m going to tell our two flyboys they aren’t needed for this one.”

“Meh” Nero answered to the news. Joker wasn’t overly concerned either, he did look a tad dejected that he wasn’t going to be able to test his ACR or the upgraded Hind this time around.
“Well you can’t fly the Hind around, but you can go to the firing range on base, get used to the weapons and all that. We have an agreement with the British Government to work out of here anyways. And the base CO likes us enough to let us use the firing range whenever we want, just make sure you wear the MOF BDUs to move around and those pilot wings so they know you guys aren’t troopers. You know just in case you suck and give us a bad rep.”
“Sounds good, but don’t worry we aren’t horrible shots you know!” Joker spoke up.
Yeah, I think he just marksman V for the ACR on COD MW2!” Nero replied.
“Christ.” Harrison replied rolling his eyes. “One more thing, no parties in the HQ/Flat while we’re away, well maybe a small party, but nothing crazy, some of us kill when our things get fucked up” glancing at Caboose who was loading up various sights and ammunition boxes in carrying cases. He conceded looking at the long faces of the two pilots.

Two hours later they were in the air with Steiner and Caboose in the cockpit of the luxury jet stipulating what the US military had lost and why they would kill over it. In the rear of the plane the same conversation was going on, whatever it was they decided it would certainly be interesting. Upon touching down on a military airfield they were greeted by general Howard, 3 marine colonels and five HUMVEEs pulled up along with a truck to carry their equipment. The team had already changed in their BDUs as they began to load their kit in the truck as Caboose gave a very angry glare at the Marine who took his rifle to load it with the rest of the weapons.
“Man I hate mercenaries, just a bunch of drop out soldiers that’s what they are.” One of the soldiers said once the team had piled into the vehicles.
“Don’t fucking repeat that ever again, these guys are all ex-special forces and are treated as an elite team by pretty much every government in the world. That sniper fucks people up if they mishandle his rifle with impunity and that almost was you sergeant.” A lieutenant warned; “You two get in the truck and follow that convoy I’m getting in back to watch this kit personally.”
“Who are these guys? They get a general, three colonels to meet them personally after they get off a 40 million dollar plane, a Lt. who’s scared shitless of them to watch their stuff and a 2 HUMVEE escort in the rear 3 up front with mounted .50 cals and a squad of marines divided in the back 2.” The gunnery-sergeant driving said.
“Good question, did you notice that the lowest ranking person in this whole set up is a Sergeant?”
“Yeah that’s you…” The Gunny replied.
“Again who are these guys?”

Once the convoy pulled up at the base and the MOF troops disembarked to follow the general and two colonels, the third ordered the kit unloaded and brought inside the hangar where the group was walking to. All were carrying their weapons. It wasn’t really necessary, however they didn’t want Caboose to be the only one armed. Once inside and the hangar doors were closed the colonel who remained behind ordered the marines to form up and then told them to forget what they saw before dismissing them…

Meanwhile back in England

“Damn I love this tactical Tiger Stripe uniform, they even have a flag velcro patch thing!” Nero said as he pulled out an American flag patch placing it on his left shoulder with the MOF insignia on his right, while his left breast sported a “Nero” nametag and a pair of wings superimposed on top of a skull on the right with the words; ‘Death From Above’ bellow it.
“Yep they’re pretty badass; let’s find the CO or a range officer to test these babies out!” Joker agreed both men had their weapons slung over their shoulders and on their backs.

A warrant officer approached them and saluted; “you must be the pilots on the team, I assume that you guys want access to our range?”
“Yes please, and don’t salute us I don’t think our commissions are still valid.” Joker answered.
“Right, follow me chaps, I’m warrant officer Brown 3rd SAS regiment, and I will be your range officer today. Harrison told me you’d probably want to fire those beauties, Caboose customized them into carbines right?”
“Yeah how did you know?” Nero inquired.
“He does a lot of that stuff for the lads around here, we love that guy, weirdest Canadian we ever met, gets free beers the second he walks into any mess here (a bar for soldiers or officers on a base or in a regimental hall, generally divided in 3 or 4; NCMs, NCOs, senior NCOs and Officers). We have to stock up on that Molson Export stuff constantly. This way please, oh one thing never ever walk around with loaded weapons, even if you guys are MOF, its standard safety SOP.”
Both men ejected their mags at the same time catching them in the air and placed them in the tactical vest in the same time then exchanging props at the impromptu chorographical move after apologizing to the senior NCO for the breach in safety protocol.

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Posted 3 minutes late sorry, last minute revisions! Anyways hope you guys are liking it, I kinda feel this more or less an extension of the prologue, however I hope it will get a few of you guys excited (no not that type of excited Lewis). Anyways I would really appreciate constructive comments or suggestions or simply regular comments.

-edit- New readers start from the beggining, (it makes more sense that way, well the later ones anyways are at least more plausible, kinda for now Muhuhaha. That’s right we are going back to weird sci-fi plots next time around! Or maybe not, I'm not sure yet, it’s not meant to be realistic so please stop sending me PMs or emails with WTF in the title, I do not reply to those anymore, if you want to comment sign up on the boards and/or comment there). Anyways second announcement in the same post none the less! Joker, Lewis you guys seem to be in most of the episodes since your introduction in Infiltrators you might as well be members of the MOF officially! Prepare yourselves play a more active role beyond playing on your X-Boxes. I mean the Hind needs to flown and blow stuff up by someone right?

This post has been edited by General Kirkov: 20 Jan 2010, 14:25

[General Kirkov]

Well now the latest chapter is going up, shall the top secret program be revealed? Will many people die? Well that was a rhetorical question I guess, will the villains get away with it? Who is the mastermind behind the this plot? Will I just re-use my go-to villains? Probably not, will there be big explosions? Hell yes! Anyways in keeping with the posting schedual I have set up during the week chapter 2 will be posted... Now! However next week might be a tad schetchy (papers due, speaking of which does anyone have a good suggestion for a film with tons of religious alegory? I have a "Theology in film" class and I'm saving platoon for the final paper do you guys have any suggestions?) Ok ok here's chapter 2!

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Chapter 2

“Welcome to our vehicle test facility gentlemen, do you notice something amiss here?” The general tried to ask contently but a hint of anger was there none the less.
“Uh you seem to have no advanced or experimental vehicles here sir.” Brookfield replied to the obvious question.
“That’s right boy! Well that’s not entirely accurate.” He said making a cutting motion across his throat towards a corner of the hangar. Suddenly an armoured personnel carrier materialized, it had been ‘cloaked’ to use common science fiction vernacular.

“Sweet!” Caboose exclaimed.
“Indeed, I assume by the look on your face and the extra space in this hangar that at a given point in time you had more of these?” Harrison said in a half statement, half question.
“Hell yes we did, the problem is that was the original prototype, it the ones missing are the finished variants that were to begin field trials shortly.” One of the colonels answered.
“Ok, then I’m going to assume that the others were absconded with… stolen.” Harrison corrected after getting a vacant stare from the officers at the use of the word. “My next questions are; how were they hijacked, by whom and what could they gain by stealing a few vehicles that could be reproduced in a few months anyways?”
“We think it was a militia unit with uh… anti-government leanings.” The General said.
“Ok then why not send in the army and waste their ass instead of dragging us down here?” Harrison said, this seemed like a rather straightforward op.
“Well the problem is the ‘CO’ of the unit is a multi-millionaire and runs his ‘regiment’ out of a surplus missile complex we sold to him a few years back. It’s rather well defended; perimeter wire, pillboxes, surplus army vehicles and helicopters, maybe even a cobra attack bird and hardened hangars where the experimental vehicles are most likely being held. We think he may be rallying other militias from Texas with like minded beliefs who may want to re-establish the independent Texas territory prior to it’s incorporation into the US.” General Howard elaborated.
“That and the vehicles are top-secret projects forces us to limit those who will have knowledge of their existence and capabilities.” One of the colonels explained.
“You guys really fucked up bad huh? Well we are going to need to call in back up when we need to break out, the air force will need to take out their choppers and some of their armour or whatever they have and maybe some US army rangers with security clearance unless we drive those things out without your cloaking device on.” Harrison said to the trio of officers.
“That can be arranged, one more thing; find out who the leak is please, if you can.” Howard asked.

The team moved over to a UH-60 Blackhawk that was being fuelled up to drop them off near their objective when Caboose suddenly spoke up; “And why the fuck couldn’t we bring Joker and Nero over again? Our Hind would have been able to fuck them up just fine!”
“Yep, they probably want to keep this on the down low and Andrew and Lewis don’t have the security clearance for this type of mission right now…” Garson answered
“Still they are going to be a little pissed, so tactical Tiger Stripe BDUs for us then?” Brookfield asked.
“Yeah, this is going to be a night job. Let’s get this show on the road, check your weapons and gear now, Garson I hope you brought lots of explosives because we are going to need it, Caboose did you manage to make your custom ammo work with that thing?” Harrison pointed at the new M96 sniper rifle.
“Yeah, well not everything, my ‘long range dispersion rounds’ won’t fit...”
“You mean your sniper shotgun bullets?” Brookfield corrected, or at least simplified the term.
“Yes, but I’m designing a new variant to fit, oh I have new stuff to want to see?”
“Maybe later man or at least when we see what they do.” Steiner said.
Caboose was struggling to put on his ghillie suit on inside the fast moving helicopter, it was staying low and making some very quick turns to avoid power lines and trees. So Nichole helped him put on the rest of the camouflage netting. “You look so handsome in that thing honey!” She exclaimed as they were dropped off.
“Thanks babe he replied planting a kiss on her cheek.” As she giggled.
“Fucking weirdoes.” Garson muttered
“I heard that!” She said smacking him on the back of the head before he could get his helmet on.
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Comments suggestions welcome et al, I couldn't reach my usual auditors since Wednesday so I may have made some mistakes or may have been unclear in some areas. Also I'm serious about the movie suggestions I need help!

-edit- formating, spelling

This post has been edited by General Kirkov: 22 Jan 2010, 14:05

[General Kirkov]

Some of you might be asking yourselves where is the next update? Or have I died or something the truth is well I've been overwhelmed and super busy with a number of things; New Girlfriend, papers, Star Trek online, girlfriend playing star trek with me and so forth. In any case the next few chapters have indeed been written so come spring break (February 18th - 28th I think) a few should go up. So this might be the last episode seeing how I've been so tied up (not literally, not yet anyways ) so yes I'm not dead and yes this story will be finished! No promises on RS-R or even the Terran Invasions series, I was thinking of something new to start on so when I find some time a pilot might be written down.


-Kirkov

[General Kirkov]

Chapter 3

The team disembarked from the big helicopter some of them with a hint of nausea on their breath and hit the ground as the spec-ops Blackhawk took off and returned to her base airfield. They waited 5 minutes in the prone position listened intently for sounds of a patrol or vehicles, satisfied they went to one knee looked around before pulling out the GPS to situate themselves in correlation to the objective got up and proceeded to an area with more foliage with line of sight to the complex. Careful to not trip on wires attached to claymores or trip flares they made their way to the site designated by Caboose as a good place to go to ground until the next evening as they began to dig shell scrapes. (Long shallow holes no deeper than 2 feet in the rear and half a foot in front where a soldier could lie hidden from approaching troops while being able to aim their weapons down at an angle with good visibility of their objective.) Caboose and Brookfield were content with their positions began arranging foliage that would conceal them more but would not hinder their visibility, the leaves and branches would have to be replaced the next day. Next Caboose and Brookfield laid down Gore-Tex sheet8s inside the scrape with pads to rest their elbows and arms. Then they performed a scouting mission around the sprawling complex which took the better half of the day then they returned to the bluff where the rest of the team had gathered which faced the back of the complex.

“It doesn’t look as bad as the general made it sound.” Caboose reported. “The ‘wire’ is full of holes everywhere but they could have trip flares or sensors or alarms. They only have two pillboxes and they are guarding the entrance and since we are going through the rear…”
“Going through the rear? Bow Chicka Bow Wow!” Brookfield cut Caboose off, after getting looks from the rest of the team for the lame joke he replied; “What? It’s not like I ever get to say much while we are on missions”
“James, sometimes it’s best to be seen not heard… well in your case both.” Garson joked but backed off as Caboose went for his pistol.
“Ok” Caboose resumed, “Since we are going in from the back, where the defences are weakest i.e. two watch towers and a pair of sentries outside that hangar, five bucks says that’s where the objective is at by the way, it could be an in and out thing. Oh William what did the good general say they had modified and what kind of support will we get?”
“Two strykers, so I figure two of us per vehicle, one could drive one gun, not too bad, what about the opposition what kind of vehicles do they have? What kind of armour will we have to put up with?” The team leader inquired.
“Well ok that fits into the both bad and good at the same time news category.”
“Wait it’s both bad and good, I don’t think that’s possible.” Garson replied.
“Well they have what looks like 3 M113s with .50 cal MGs, so our LAWs should work just fine, however they also have HUMVEEs with those new grenade machine gun thingies. While I haven’t seen a Cobra I have seen 2 Hueys with passenger mounted M60s and side mounted rockets.”
“I hate to burst the bubble that is your world Caboose, but that sounds like more bad than good, also if the Strykers are cloaked we wont be able to see them right?” Brookfield spoke up.
“Well they have to have the engine running to operate that, so the thermal sight on Steiner’s UMP-45 will be able to spot them.”
“Won’t you have one for your rifle too?” Steiner inquired
“Yes so in theory should be able to spot it but I have a plan to neutralize the cloak so once that is done I won’t need it, however I won’t always have a great angle or line of site on it and I get horrible tunnel vision with that scope, I prefer a LLAPS (Low Light Amplification Scope aka Night Vision scope) but it looks like I won’t have a choice this time around. So Harrison what’s the situation with the support?”
“Let’s just say that the general has our back, he really hates this fucker and got a ‘Clear and Present Danger’ order from the president so he told us once we are clear to give us him a call and put a strobe light on the APCs and on our packs. He also said if we call in help with the enemy aircraft he could call in two Harriers parked 10 kilometres or so away” He answered but then turned to Garson to continue; “Hand the M-72s to everyone going in and figure out what needs to explode for this mission to succeed or do whatever you do.”

Two hours later when darkness was setting in Caboose and Brookfield took their positions in their scrapes they flipped the lens covers off their scopes and waited for the team to give the ready to go signal. The first shot would go through the head of the farthest tower guard making the other to turn his head which would also disappear in a fine pink mist less than 2 seconds later. He heard Harrison give the ready to go signal over the headset radio, lined up the first man who had just lit a cigarette then pulled the trigger.

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Wow who knew that working 6 days a week would eat up so much of my time huh? Back at school new chapter up working on the next one. Things I accomplished over the summer break: Broke up with my controlling ex, replayed ME2 so much I know all the dialogue by heart and am ready for ME3 whatever ending will help the most. Saw the Expendables and am pissed that Stalone took 2 potential plots away! Also his team looked a lot like the MOF (I'm on to you Sly!) Anyways comments criticisms and cookies are still welcome!

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