Last Call
Klaxon blared throughout the facility as Lieutenant Chaffez and his men ran down the next set of corridors some of them littered with punctured, mangled bodies.
“Man this thing reeks!” Stavros, Dagger Team’s point man complained for the fourth time.
The Lieutenant grunted leaping over fallen debris as another explosion rocked the base. The mission had already gone downhill despite Marine reinforcements.
“Well you know, it had a dead guy in it.” He quipped.
With incoming volunteers from Tasavalta that there was great concern on whether the war on the ground was still tenable, S.P.A.R.T.A.N. troops had received orders to mobilize. While Chaffez believed that the Marshall’s forces were still adequate enough to come out with a victory, General Gideon Lente had already made his decision. However, instead of enacting the Osiris Protocol calling for the complete withdrawal of the system, Lente had ordered Hermes instead. Their target: the Hortys laboratories. The unit would be divided into several groups of 15-30 men and were to infiltrate the area dressed in Republican army uniforms. Once the attack on the facility began the troops were to take whatever useful information they could acquire, with Marine divisions standing by to support. Unfortunately not everything went to plan as the real Republican forces made an appearance mid-way through the operation along with the Military Council’s own units already present. A large battle both within and without the compound ensued tying up most of the Marine divisions.
“Sigma-3, what’s your status?” Chaffez radioed in their transport that was nestled away in the loading docks. When they had first arrived there were few sentries that were carefully dispatched, Stavros had easily slit the throats of three men while Chaffez claimed two others with muffled bursts of his concealed handgun. The reply was filled with static and gunfire.
“Evac is hot. We have buku hostiles, I don’t think we can stay much longer. Where the hell are you?” The pilot sounded tense which given his cool under pressure reputation was a grim sign for the men who stayed behind to protect their only way out of the compound.
“Hold out, we’ll be there in 5 minutes Sigma-3.”
For a time garbled static was the only response.
“I repeat, you have 2 Dagger Team, I’ve got wounded and dead piling up in here! What remains of Dirk and Cutlass Team have already returned. All that’s left is you. ”
Letting out a curse, Stavros called for Chaffez’s attention.
“Sir incoming!” A barrage of enemy fire rained down on the squad, driving several to dive into cover. Stavros slumped behind a tall supply crate with a deep gushing wound to the shoulder. The Lieutenant meanwhile slid into a corner quickly peppered with bullets, narrowly missing him. Up ahead there was a squad of armored soldiers in seemingly Republican marked combat fatigues that were waiting to ambush whoever was unlucky enough to race down the hall.
Dagger Team initially started with 15 men, over the course of the operation they were whittled down to 6. The Lieutenant really hoped that Rapier, Claymore and Sabre Team, those tasked with defending the transport, fared better.
“These are definitely not Republican militia or regular forces. Basterds are pros.” Corporal Stelios, the unit’s combat medic hissed from his own cover which were three bodies piled on top of one another. These were from when they first came in, they didn’t even see it coming.
“Hedreath’s men maybe?” Stavros cried out.
“No, we’ve been here long enough to know the difference.” Stelios responded as he quickly ducked his head once more, bullets zipping by.
Peeking from the corner, Chaffez let out several rounds down the dim hall with his Z-22 Republican issued assault rifle. “Our direct route to the loading dock is blocked. We’re running out of time.”
The other members Garza, Alekos and Mahail covered the rear to make sure they weren’t catastrophically surrounded while laying down covering fire to pick off any advancing enemies, however, their ammo was close to running out.
A lobbed grenade landed right near Chaffez, instinctually he lunged for it and tossed it back down the hall. About half-way over it exploded sending shrapnel in every direction. If he didn’t know better, that particular grenade seemed familiar.
“Enemy closing in!” The Corporal extended his arm out and fired his handgun until it was out of ammunition, however, it did little to deter the approaching enemy as they moved in closer methodically covering one another with punishing suppressing fire from two directions. Stavros had seen enough.
“Ay, sir these aren’t Republican forces at all! I know that formation, it’s the damn Royal Rangers!”
Royal Rangers, His Majesty's finest in true form
Chaffez’s heart sunk. Royal Rangers? Here? It was true, the King upon seeing the intelligence reports of the added reinforcements to the Republican cause had prematurely declared the war to be lost, signaling a shift from indirect support to active salvaging. Deploying the best men under his direct command their mission too was to glean what they could from the Zelsar Union before it fell to enemy hands. The vaunted group was considered the best Lamia had to offer prior to the commencement of Project Ntrude which established the S.P.A.R.T.A.N. Special Forces.
With his mind racing the Lieutenant barked his next orders. “The dock is on the other side of that wall, if we can’t fire our way out then we blow our way through.” Reaching for his utility belt he unlatched some plastic explosives and rolled with his body to the opposite wall, plastering the material. Backing away towards the rearguard he yelled out, “Fire in the hole!”
Dagger Team’s survivors took cover as the explosion ripped through the wall, creating a large 10 foot opening straight to their transport aircraft. The trio unleashed the last of their ammunition hearing the distinct clicking sound before dropping their weapons and slipping through the gaping hole, rushing past stunned friend and foe alike.
Stavros rose up from his cover drawing his hand-gun firing several rounds into the heavily armored Republican-clad Rangers, “To hell with them!”
Chaffez rushed over slamming into him pushing the gun away, “Those are our own you idiot! Now let’s get the heck out of this hell hole.”
“You’re not the one with a bullet in your shoulder…Lieutenant.”
Dragging him through the opening Chaffez could see Stelios gesturing to them to hurry up from the rear of the transport. The remaining friendly forces were already hastily withdrawing into their lone route of escape. Its passengers crammed inside, the vessel’s engines roared to life as Sigma-3 zoomed out of the compound greeted by blinding sunlight as it climbed high into the cloudy sky.
Hanging on to an overhead railing the Lieutenant pressed his middle and index finger to his ear.
“Despite heavy casualties to both our men and the Marines the mission is a success. We will return to Izabria within 96 hours.”
Staring out of the viewport Thanos Chaffez could make out the distant mushroom clouds, a result of the Battle of Latwy Plains. Zylkis had already shared the same fate.
Meanwhile back at the loading dock the Royal Rangers surveyed the area recovering its dead, Commander Lukas Kanaris stood over one of the fallen. Whether it was one of his own or otherwise he did not know.
“Your Majesty…we regret to inform you that we were unable to recover anything from the laboratories. We had encountered a battle already in progress and despite overpowering the heavy resistance Republican forces here had already gutted the place. The battle outside has also concluded.”
Awkward silence had followed.
“You disappoint me Commander. You and your men are to return to Thessalia immediately.”
King Venizelos had a violent outburst of rage that left those around him in stunned silence. Slamming down on the table he knew as well as everyone else this failure would reflect on him. The military’s grumblings would only grow louder as the Terrestrial Air Force and Navy now echoed the same zealotry seen in the Army. Would the Fleet do the same?
Another meeting would answer that nagging question.