After about an hour of desert, a small city comes into view. By western standards, it wouldn't qualify much as a city but more of a large town. The convoy quickly sped through town before pulling into a large alley way between a cafe and what looked like a large tenet house. "Alright." The Inspector started before hoping out of the SUV. "I have a contact to meet up in an apartment several blocks east of here. I need a couple of you with me, one more to keep overwatch, and the rest to stay with the convoy." He looked up at the sky, seeing it slowly turn orange as the day ticked away. "We need to hurry before it gets dark. Rebels are more likely to move about at night."
Viktor got out of the suv eith his rifle and said "I'll keep an eye on you my friends, i'll just find somewhere where i'm able to see you." Then he started looking around, searching for somewhere to be.
"I'll stay with the convoy. Might need repairing." Pierce stepped out, took out his repair tool and done some slight tune-ups and calibrations.
Jack nodded slowly. "I'll stay with the Inspector." It was a matter of practicality. If the Inspector died under Korvuis protection, it would mean fewer contracts in the future. It could also mean Jack having to look for a new job, an uncomfortable prospect at his age.
Monk stepped back and waved Diego forward. "I will stay with the convoy. I don't think the locals would take to well with seeing Sikh man here." The Inspector nodded before heading out of the alleyway and taking a right onto the streets.
Diego headed over to Monk before standing there. He looked at his uniform and grumbled under his breath, he had just recently washed it before the operation. It wasn't that he hated blood on his clothing, it was just that the stains didn't come out. He looked at Monk and gave him a "What Now?" look.
Jack realized that Diego hadn't caught up yet and called him on the radio. "Where the hell are you, Disciple? Get your head out of your ass and get over here! I'm not gonna lose the package because you suddenly decided to chase butterflies!" Jack flicked off the radio and chuckled. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to taunt a sociopath, but it would certainly get him moving.
"Go!" Monk quietly yelled before pushing Diego forward. The Inspector took part of his turban and wrapped it around his mouth as he continued on down the street. He looked back at Jack and waved him forward before stopping in front of an 3 story apartment building.
When Jack and Diego were close enough, the Inspector leaned in. "I'm heading ,I'll be up on the 2nd floor. Keep an eye out for any rebels down here. If something goes wrong, head inside and we'll escape out the back." He said before hurrying inside. Within minutes, a technical pulled around the corner. Oddly enough, neither the driver nor the gunner looked like they were on alert. As the matter of fact, the gunner seemed more focused on his beer bottle than Jack and Diego.
Jack called the Inspector on the radio and whispered, "Possible hostiles. Hold position." The last thing he needed was for the package to run out of the building and into a firefight. He then radioed Monk. "I've got a technical sitting fifty yards from me. Do we have any friendlies in the area?"
After a few moments of talking with the detail lead, Monk radioed back. "We have units at the French about 2 clicks from here. Then boots on the ground here within five minutes. Luckily, the French haven't pulled all their troops out yet so there's still some patrols scattered throughout the city." After he finished, several armed men hustled over to the techincal, yelling angrily at both the driver and gunner before waving his hands towards Jack's direction.
Whatever the men were saying, they were speaking Arabic, not French. That, and the old Soviet DHsK mounted in the bed of the rusty old Toyota pickup told Jack everything he needed to know. With one swift motion, Jack lifted his rifle, took aim, and pulled the trigger of the mounted grenade launcher. The 40mm M406 HE round struck the ground just below the truck, flipping it over. A split-second later, there was a secondary explosion as the gasoline in the tank ignited. Jack ducked into a doorway to avoid the flying debris and keyed his radio. "All visible threats neutralized. They may have some friends around, so stay frosty."
"Wow, i saw that from where I am. I see movement from the south, get ready." Viktor said on his radio as he was getting ready his rifle. "Time for some fun." He finally said to himselve. Sent from a rock with far more better specs than your pc, cellphone or magical animal.
The smoke from the exploded technical definitely attracted attention. As civilians scarred away from the incident, several armed dogged through the crowds, and opened fire. A couple more even appeared on the rooftops and took aim at Jack and Diego.
Staying on the street was a bad idea. Jack couldn't risk firing at the approaching rebels, lest he hit a civilian. The shooters on the rooftops made finding cover nearly impossible. There seemed to be only one viable option. "Disciple! With me!" Trusting Diego to follow him, Jack kicked open the door and ran inside. He practically flew up the stairs, smashing open the door to the roof. A rebel on the roof across the street swung an AK-47 in Jack's direction, and was met with a full auto blast from Jack's rifle. Jack took cover behind an air-conditioning unit, waiting for Diego to catch up. He would need the Brazilian's almost supernatural abilities for the next part of the plan.
( [MENTION=3335]SirSPT[/MENTION] [MENTION=1202]Crimson Lionheart[/MENTION] [MENTION=3005]Proxy[/MENTION] [MENTION=10521]Prince of the night[/MENTION] - Any interest in continuing this?)
(I was kinda waiting on Crim to follow up with Ridley but er... Kinda forgot about the RP in the process, moving along now.) The air conditioning Jack used for cover tinged and slowly shriveled away under the 7.62 rounds. "...Repeat, Jack, we have a French patrol coming in from our alleyway, we need to identify you're building before we can move into to assist, over." The team leader's voice crackled over the radio.
Jack hollered down the stairs, "Dammit, Disciple! Get your ass up here NOW! I can't do this alone!" He tossed a smoke grenade to the edge of the roof, and used the smoke as cover to move to a new position behind some crates. It was awfully nice of the building's residents to leave so much of their stuff up here. "Third floor roof. I'm marking my position with red smoke. The rooftops are crawling with rebels. We'll try to thin them out before the Frenchies get here."
(I thought this died a while ago? I'd be happy to continue it, just gimme a sec) As if it took forever, Disciple finally arrived after jumping from roof to roof. If he ever talked, he would have apologized. Instead, he allowed to talk through pure violence. As a rebel appeared from behind a box on the roof and was on the verge of dealing with Jack, the rebel suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as a bowie knife penetrated his shoulder, with a tip of the blade poking out underneath his arms. He didn't even have time to scream before Diego turned the knife around and almost decapitated the rebel in one violent yet clean strike.
