Operation: Not-So-Lone-Guardian

[alertcommando]

The door opens into what seems to be a warehouse, but a quick look around reveals it to be a boathouse, a large one. Tied to the enclosed pier, a U.S. Navy Amphibious troop transport waits for the combatants. Lined up near the transport are weapons, scuba gear and four 20 gallon metal drums.

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[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle starts a bit when the first dreadnought explodes. Knowing theoretically what will happen and actually seeing it are two very different things.

Annabelle doesn't actually say anything, but her expression is one of grim satisfaction as Tanya moves to send the last ship to join its brothers.

[alertcommando]

Tanya arms the last charge... but then offers the detonator to Annabelle, a treat for her friend.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle shakes her head, "It's...right that you should finish off all of them." It's Tanya's home they're invading, after all. In any case, the impersonal nature of the explosives makes Annabelle a bit uneasy.

[alertcommando]

She nods, and just blows up the last one. No ceremony, no hesitations. "Come on, we have to deliver the comm beacon now." The transport is restarted, and they can head to the nearest shore.

[aeons_crackshot]

"Right," Annabelle says with a nod. "Can we get out of these wet suits, or are we going to have to do any more swimming?"

[alertcommando]

"Sure. I have to change too." While the transport crosses the water to the shoreline, Tanya will strip and get back into her BDU's too.

"Making landfall in a couple minutes. I see red paratroopers gathering on the shore, care to pop the upper hatch and convince them to move out of the way?" Ahead there is a park area with a boat ramp, much convenient to getting into land, but a dozen conscripts are taking position to stop the transport.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle's changing out of her wetsuit is accompanied by the occasional curse or squelching noise, but she is finally successful in getting the suit to let go.

Annabelle grins, "Certainly." Annabelle readies her rifle and pops the hatch. The conscripts are about to learn the hard way that bunching up is a bad idea, as Annabelle's first shot hits one conscript between the eyes and passes through his skull to kill the man behind him.

[alertcommando]

That is a weakness of the soviet troops they did not learn to overcome yet: fighting in formation even when in small units.

But they learn fast, scattering for cover as Annabelle hits two with one bullet. A few of them return fire, but it is wasted brass since the transport is still out of range.

[aeons_crackshot]

Her second shot hits another Conscript between the eyes and maims his friend as the soldiers are trying to scatter.

The scattering makes Annabelle's shots less efficient, but no less deadly.

One of the conscipts peers out of his hiding spot just a little too long in an attempt to return fire. It will be the last mistake he ever makes.

[alertcommando]

"Come back in when you need to reload and put on your vest, hon." Tanya aims the transport to the ramp. "We will go right once we stop and out of the park." That route takes them northwards presumably to the Fort.

Driving the transport all the way there would be a bit too conspicuous; besides, on foot they can get past roadblocks that would lethally slow down a vehicle not meant for combat.

And it is more fun to get hands dirty, right? The Battle of New York, Stage II of Operation Lone Guardian, starts now.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle makes one last head shot and slides back into the transport, grinning. The ramp is much clearer now.

"Good idea, I hate healing up from gunshot wounds," she jokes as she puts the vest on. "Should I stick with the rifle or switch to the pistols?"

The Soviets may be very surprised once they realize that the transport only has two people in it....

[alertcommando]

"Oh, as you prefer, hon." Tanya locks the controls to slip on her ballistic vest. "There's only six left, I don't think they will be any challenge."

That is not overconfidence, that is a fact.

[aeons_crackshot]

"The pistols, then. They'll be faster if the Soviets aren't obliging enough to stand in front of one another." Annabelle is quite capable of using two pistols to aim at two different targets at the same time.

With these two? It's definitely fact.

[alertcommando]

A last check of the weapons, and Tanya guides the transport up the ramp; a deafening noise rises as the remaining Reds waste ammo on the armored skin of the transport.

The vehicle advances enough to make the conscripts move, and Tanya uses the time to slip on the backpack containing the comm beacon. "On three." She draws one of her pistols, reaching for the lever that opens the large rear hatch.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle rolls her eyes at the sound of wasted ammo, amateurs. She has both pistols out and ready to go by the time Tanya opens the rear hatch.

If there are any visible Soviets when the door comes down, they're going to be treated to a sight straight out of the movies: Annabelle firing both pistols at once and still hitting two of them between the eyes.

[alertcommando]

They are all there. And did not learn anything about the dangers of just charging in: it is just tragic, to come halfway or more around the world, to die in a stupid way...

Tanya did this many times before, line her gun with the target, pull the trigger twice, move to the next target, knowing the first bullet will hit the soldier in the neck, tear apart flesh, blood vessels and sever the spine. That alone would be enough to cause a relatively quick death, but is helped by the second bullet entering the 2"x3" head killzone of eyes and nose, smashing thin bone and causing massive brain damage.

Time slows down to a crawl in those moments as she methodically follows the mantra of the special forces. Be one with the battle yet transcend it. Float above the action, survey the scene, target immediate threats, and dispatch them with ruthless efficiency. Watch your fields of fire, pick your targets, aim, squeeze the trigger.

The first three are not yet fully down, not yet fully dead (just a fraction of second away) and the Commando is already firing upon another enemy. That one actually has time enough to start understanding that he was lied to, that they are not invincible, that... nothing.

Nothing, because like his comrade a moment before, before he could raise his gun, 200 grains of death traveling at just above speed of sound tears apart his trachea and spine. The pain did not even register yet, drowned by the flow of adrenaline, when a second projectile wipes off his mind by destroying its organic receptacle.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle doesn't have a mantra, but she does have a fairly simple plan: 1) Watch Tanya's back, 2) Kill the enemy, and 3) Don't die (again). Thus far, this seems to be working out very well for her.

Two more shots, faster than a striking snake, and the last half dozen of the initial welcoming committee are dying or dead.

[alertcommando]

That was what? Four seconds? Five? Time seems to resume its pace, and Tanya climbs down the ramp to the ground. "All clear." The park is empty, for now. "Let's move, the strike back starts when Fort Bradley comes back into the defense grid."

North. The commando takes point, knowing Annabelle will take good care of her back.

[aeons_crackshot]

That sounds about right, these two work very quickly. Annabelle reloads, nodding in agreement, and follows Tanya North.

Anything that tries to mess with Tanya is going to have to get past Annabelle first, which wouldn't be an easy task even for a soldier with something like Annabelle's Inspiration...

Death has come for the Soviets, most of them just don't know it yet.

[alertcommando]

Death and defeat.

They meet with three more patrols of soviet paratroopers on the way to the fort. The third one even tries an ambush on the deadly duo.

[aeons_crackshot]

Aw, they're learning. Not that it will do them much good.

Call it luck, call it instinct, but something tips Annabelle off that the ambush is coming. "I think we're going to have trouble shortly," she warns Tanya.

She twists and dives out of the way of a bullet aimed by a Soviet paratrooper with his rifle only just visible over the edge of a roof. There's nothing of him visible to aim at, but even a gun barrel is a target when you're Annabelle Newfield.

Annabelle puts a bullet straight down the barrel of his rifle, and the ensuing explosion in the paratrooper's hands is likely to result in a fair amount of screaming in pain.

[alertcommando]

Oh, Tanya knew there was a special reason to bring Annabelle along: with the screaming and cursing from Conscript number one, Conscript number two raises his head just a bit too much.

He might not be dead, depending on the quality of his helmet, but Tanya at least redefined 'headache' for him. "We have to move, the Fort is a half mile away, and it will not take a genius to guess where we are going."

Also, there is a good chance the Fort is surrounded by paratroopers, and they might have to fight their way in.

[aeons_crackshot]

"It is a bit obvious," Annabelle says with a nod.

Conscripts three, four, and five are holed up behind some substantial cover. Unfortunately, they picked cover near a crane that is holding a rather large steel beam.

Annabelle decides to give them a lesson on the finer points of the laws of motion as an extra special present. *Bang* goes Annabelle's pistol, and one end of the beam swings behind their cover like a scythe through wheat. If any of them ever get up again, it won't be anytime soon.

[alertcommando]

Tanya laughs at the display... "Oh, I have to use that one when I get the chance." With the break on the fight, Tanya makes a dash for another safe spot, and stops to give cover to Annabelle.

Her eyes are bright, and a smile tugs at the corners of Tanya's mouth: she knows War is a bad thing, and is really angry at the misery and destruction, but oh god, it is good to be back in action, doing what she does best.

Feeling alive.

[aeons_crackshot]

Pot, meet kettle. A sword can be beaten into a plowshare, but people are not so malleable. Some folks are born, or tempered by fire, so that they're not really suited for peace.

Annabelle doesn't like War or killing, but she craves pushing her own capabilities to the limit, dancing on the razor's edge between success and despair. Annabelle's laughter in response to Tanya's comment isn't mad, but fiercely joyous. (No matter what Whitley Styles might have to say on the subject.)

"I never could resist an appreciative audience," Annabelle replies with a grin, still laughing. (The laughter is probably hurting Soviet morale rather badly, if any of them are still breathing.)

Annabelle moves and takes another head shot while Tanya gives her cover. For all that this is their first battle working closely together like this, they're almost moving as one....