whompa whompa whompa whompa
as the sun sets, a small black dot can be seen growing from the horizon of the sun. The dot gets louder and larger, until the shape of a fusalage and propellars can be made out.
"Ultra two six alpha, coming for approach, LZ looks clean and clear... hang on boys, we're in for some dust." The female Black Hawk pilot says in her headset. Her co-pilot smiling at her remark as the helicopter zooms in not but twenty feet off the water and beach surface.
The helicopter comes to a hovering halt and rotates sideways, the cabin door opening, and a door gunner taking up position overlooking the shore.
"You got green light boys, green light, ETP 0700 tomorrow, got it."
three lightly geared troops, all in guilly suits and armed with M14 sniper style rifles, and each bearing a large four day ALICE pack hop out of the helicopter hitting the ground. Two make way for the tree line immediately, the third follows slower, as he waves behind him talking into his headset.
"You got it Bertha, exfil at 0700, don't be late."
"You know I ain't one for getting to a party on time."
"Yeah yeah, I kow all about it, just don't be too late, out."
"Roger, returning for infil, two six out."
And with that the helicopter hovers upwards, the bay door closing and the helicopter zooming away low and fast back into the horizon.
The third troop links up with the other two. Approaching them, he pulls off his guilly hood. His face can be seen, as somewhat rinkled, mid thirties, caucasion, and battle worn, the bags under his eyes especially showing.
The other two take off their hoods, but one keeps his weapon up and watches the perimeter.
"So... where to?"
"We need to egress West, about thirty clicks in, and set up a FLP for head comm to assess the island."
The third guy leans back and looks at the other two, "I thought we were here for infiltration, not recon. Why in the hell did we pack this much then?"
"We are here for recon, but we also don't know what to expect, hense the extra umph, kay?"
"Kay."
The obviously higher ranking troop puts his hood back on, and the other two follow suit. With three silent hand gestures, the troops are quiet and swift, weapons up and they dissappear into the tree line. The only sound is the waves hitting the shore now. As night overtakes the beach and the island.
Three troops, exit to ----
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