Missions of the Retrieval Team - Land of the Kilts

[Standard]

Well, in that case seeing as how it is nice and cool and dark down here in the mines, another wee nip or 4 and a nap is in order. Never miss the chance to take a drink (of water), pee or take a nap I always say.

[davedove]

Scene 36

Jungle Outpost in the Guyana Highlands

My group hid in the undergrowth outside the slave camp. As I suspected, the guards had been increased since our last visit. I had brought Ms. Crane, Jock, Greg, and Wompet with me. We had been forced to leave Kevin behind, as he was unable to travel with his broken leg.

I pointed out the major objectives around the camp. I showed my companions the main building where I believed Secuaz was quartered, the women’s prison on the side of the hill, and the opening to the mine.

Our role was to secure and rescue the women. We had placed ourselves so that we were as close as we could get to the prison while remaining hidden. However, we couldn’t approach any closer while the guards were present. Plus, we would have to cross a significant stretch of open ground, open ground that would be under heavy fire if the guards spotted us. We had to wait for the others in my party to take action.

As we waited, we heard the first part of our plan go into action. Vmac and John had taken the rest of the dogs and had circled around to the far side of the outpost. We heard the dogs begin to bark in the distance.

“Alpha is active,” said Ms. Crane. Alpha was the designation of Vmac’s portion of the operation.

The guards obviously heard the dogs, but were not leaving their posts.

Apparently, Lieutenant Secuaz had heard the dogs as well, since he came out of his quarters. He looked in the direction of the barking and then back at the guards.

“What are you fools doing?” he demanded in Spanish. “There are no dogs in this jungle. Take some men and find out what it is!”

One of the senior guards quickly organized a team of five men and they moved off towards the dogs.

“Not as many as I had hoped,” I said, “but it can’t be helped. Liz, get ready to move out when Beta activates.”

Beta was the second part of our plan. Frank and Ms. Pombo were to approach the camp from yet another direction. Once the dogs drew some of the guards off, the two of them would begin to harass the remaining guards. They would take a single shot at a guard and then move to a new location, eluding the guards while leading them away.

A single gunshot rang out from the jungle and struck one of the guards in the shoulder. The other guards immediately dropped for cover and focused their attention towards the gunshot.

Secuaz again yelled at the guards. “Do I have to tell you everything? Go get whoever that is!”

This time ten of the guards moved away, leaving only Secuaz and a dozen others to guard the camp.

“Beta is active,” I said to Ms. Crane. “Move out!”

[Jock Scot]

Over the top at last. Not too many of those sharp pointy things coming in our direction, I hope!

[Livingston]

At least I have my kevlar this trip.

[Tartan Shortbread Jock]

Intermission..........I think I will go and buy some Popcorn

[Jock Scot]

At least I have my kevlar this trip.

I have found the my British stiff upper lip sees me through most things. Make sure you look after that single malt Mr. Livingston, I fancy we are in for some thirsty work in a minute or two.

[Bigkahuna]

" When it comes to slaughter you will do your work on water and you'll lick the bloomin boots of im that's got it.''ith:

[Jock Scot]

" When it comes to slaughter you will do your work on water and you'll lick the bloomin boots of im that's got it.''ith:

Mr. R. Kipling?

[Bigkahuna]

Absolutely!

[davedove]

Scene 37

Jungle Outpost in the Guyana Highlands

Ms. Crane moved out as soon as I gave the order. She moved low but quickly, keeping behind cover as much as possible, which wasn’t much considering the low ground.

Fortunately, the attention of the guards was focused away towards the jungle and she made it to the base of the cliff unnoticed. She quickly assumed a position behind some rocks and motioned for the next person to follow.

Jock was the next person to move, taking Wompet with him. Ms. Crane covered them as they ran across the open ground. The big shaggy dog quickly covered the distance, with Jock close behind him.

“You’re next Dave,” Greg said to me when he saw Jock was behind cover.

As Jock and Ms. Crane covered me, I quickly ran across the clearing. As soon as I made it, I motioned for Greg to follow. I then began to make my way up the path to the women’s prison.

When I was about halfway up the slope, I glanced back to check on the others. Greg had made it to cover, so he and Jock began to move up the path. Ms. Crane was to stay at the bottom of the slope to cover our escape.

I continued my climb to the prison. As I neared the top, I got dropped to the ground and slowly crawled to the top. When I was close enough, I surveyed the situation.

No guards were in sight. So I turned and gestured for Greg to approach more quickly. Jock stopped and took cover about halfway up the slope to cover our descent.

I took cover behind some rocks and kept watch over the clearing as Greg came up to join me. He dropped down beside me when he reached the top.

“Check it out,” I told him.

Greg rose and approached the prison as I kept watch. He went over to the door and removed the bar that secured it. He eased the door open and stepped inside.

“Dave,” he called out quietly. “It’s empty!”

“What?” I asked in disbelief, and suddenly realization struck. “Get out!” I yelled.

But I was too late as small charges blew out the supports from under the prison and it started to slide off the cliff.

I saw Greg desperately flailing to find a handhold to save himself. I dove to grab his hand as he started to slide down with the building. Fire shot through my injured arm as it was jerked downward with Greg’s weight, but I held on.

And then the ground at the edge of the cliff, weakened from the charges of the trap, collapsed under our combined weight.