USCMRPG

Date: 17th August, 2080AD, 2100 UT
Location: Barnard's Star, PT-554 (In Bush)
Operation: Training Op
Mission timer: 04:06:00

The Marines of first squad moved forward on a search line, they kept a ten meter spacing. More than so was impossible without losing visual contact - due to the thick vegetation. The hill became steeper and steeper, the Marines had to resort to climbing on all four not to slip down. They slowly edged closer to the hills crest - They should see the scouts any second now! The tower loomed over their heads, this close it was incredibly high. Thick droplets of water fell through the air from the inky sky. The tower stood in a small clearing the realized as they cleared the crest. But where were the scouts?

"where the hell are they?" Con muttered to himself, looking back Con realised that his squad leader was still about thirty meters away and invisible in the think canopy. Flicking open his comms to 1st squad he quickly relayed a message
"Jacob, I can't see Screaming Eagle or any of his scouts, hurry up and join me I'm just waiting on the edge of the clearing"


Kneeling down Con waited for the rest of 1st squad to join him

Date: 17th August, 2080AD, 2100 UT
Location: Barnard's Star, PT-554 (In Bush)
Operation: Training Op
Mission timer: 04:06:00

Nick stood in his position within first squad and slowly scanned the clearing. Where was Recon?

Date: 17th August, 2080AD, 2100 UT
Location: Barnard's Star, PT-554 (In Bush)
Operation: Training Op
Mission timer: 04:06:00

"Recon aren't in sight...that's not a good thing Con...not at all!" Jacob muttered



"John, the motion tracker showing anything up?" The comlink was on a general first squad frequency



Going prone slightly before reaching the crest, Jacob didn't want to outline his troops against the sky.

"First squad, go low - we're quite good targets if we just stand on the top of a hill you know!"



Jacob's cigarette had been discarded when all four hands had been needed to climb the hill...

"John, if you can't get recon on the motion tracker, com into Bojan...but be damn quiet about it - if they're knee deep in it - I don't want the people they're fighting to find out there's another squad on their way..."

"John, the motion tracker showing anything up?" The comlink was on a general first squad frequency

"John, if you can't get recon on the motion tracker, com into Bojan...but be damn quiet about it - if they're knee deep in it - I don't want the people they're fighting to find out there's another squad on their way..."

Blackhawk moved to the crest in a prone position keeping his head down low. Cautiously he looked at the motion tracker waiting for a blip of something.

Blackhawk commed softly over to the recon group.

"Bojan, Squad 1, looking for a sign, ur alive, no blip yet on motion, over"



He then commed back to Honeysett "Nothing yet sir, commed over waiting for response."



In his blood he knew it wasn't right. No movement yet. Nothing? There has to be a scout or something. The quietness the rain, it all just didn't sit right and he knew it was not going to be training for long...just knew it.

"November Five Five, Yankee One Zero," Eileen's voice sounded over the comm, "This is Papa Bravo. We're approaching Field HQ. Got a body here, one of our opposing force, shot in the back, left in the street. There's definitely another hostile group out there."

"Recon aren't in sight...that's not a good thing Con...not at all!" Jacob muttered

"Yeah I already know that Jacob" Con said muttering to himself

"First squad, go low - we're quite good targets if we just stand on the top of a hill you know!"

Dropping to the floor Con hoped his naturally small size would help conceal him in the heavy vegitation

Date: 17th August, 2080AD, 2100 UT
Location: Barnard's Star, PT-554 (In Bush)
Operation: Training Op
Mission timer: 04:06:00

"November Five Five, Yankee One Zero," Eileen's voice sounded over the comm, "This is Papa Bravo. We're approaching Field HQ. Got a body here, one of our opposing force, shot in the back, left in the street. There's definitely another hostile group out there."

Damn! thought Nick to himself,this is all we need.

"Yankee One Zero acknowledges that Papa Bravo, unidentified hostile group is active in the training area. Any idea about what kind of weapon was used to take down the marine?"

Going prone slightly before reaching the crest, Jacob didn't want to outline his troops against the sky.

"First squad, go low - we're quite good targets if we just stand on the top of a hill you know!"

Instantly Nick lowered himself to a knee so as to minimise his profile.

"Honeysett, looks like we've got unidentified hostile troops opposing us as well as the defending marines. We are going to have to be very careful with picking our targets, I don't want any friendly casualties."

"Yankee One Zero acknowledges that Papa Bravo, unidentified hostile group is active in the training area. Any idea about what kind of weapon was used to take down the marine?"

"An automatic weapon of some kind," Eileen replied, "Not an M41 though, nothing like enough damage."

Ronald looked around and like always stood ready for actions and orders.

Date: 17th August, 2080AD, 2100 UT
Location: Barnard's Star, PT-554 (In Bush)
Operation: Training Op
Mission timer: 04:06:00

Nick was getting antsy holding this static position but he knew if they made a hasty move they might end up regretting it. He still wanted to shoot something though.

Nick spoke quietly over the comm on first squads frequency.

"Hey Green, I bet you that I can tag more people in this mission than you can. Winner gets bragging rights and a free meal of their choice, you in?"



Looking around the rest of the squad Nick thought that maybe the whole squad might be interested in this bet.

"What about the rest of you, interested in a little bet?"

Looking around the rest of the squad Nick thought that maybe the whole squad might be interested in this bet.

"What about the rest of you, interested in a little bet?"

"I'm in" Con replied, "But for some reason I dont think this is a game anymore"


"Ok what next Honeysett" Con said turning to him

Date: 17th August, 2080AD, 2100 UT
Location: Barnard's Star, PT-554 (In Bush)
Operation: Training Op
Mission timer: 04:06:00

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"What about the rest of you, interested in a little bet?"

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"Alright Nick you're on. Count the smiles when this is all over." Grinning Jacob turned to Con

"Con, we're laying low and waiting for the sniper-like character recon has found by the watchtower - I want to be killed in hot combat, or not at all in fact. So we wait until incapacitation."

"Im on for the bragging rights but im not begging my food!" Said Ronald quickly, chuckling softly and smiled briefly before he looked around, hoping everthing was just a big test

Suddenly a shot rang out, less than ten meter ahead of the first marine.