Into What Is Impossible (Hiatus, Re-write In-progress)

Part IV

I then watch as a larger group, similarly dressed as us, burst out of the bushes and trees from across the building and then open fire on hostiles in the vicinity with suppressed weapons before kicking down the barely passable wooden door.

The others and us would seem alike, but those who have spent considerable amount of time with other delta units can pick up the quirks of teams from delta company; like shotgun carriers and more common utilization of the SCAR platform.

"Jackie, engage anybody who tries to get across that bridge or downstairs." I say as the first member of delta company enters the building.

"Wilco."

Chappy's EBR lets out another suppressed shot, and three dead bodies were made between his first and latest shot.

We couldn't see exactly what was happening inside but I do know that we caught them by surprise. They retreated from delta company's point of entry and right into Jackie's sights.

More than a dozen were cut down by Jackie through long, suppressed bursts as they were caught in the middle of the make-shift bridge or emerging from the stairs. Barely a minute has passed and our body count has already risen by twenty four. Chappy's shots are getting more sparse and he eventually withdraws himself from his rifle as targets have either been dispatched by delta or Jackie, who is letting his mark-forty-six cool down.

A team from delta company arrives on the place where Jackie has been stacking bodies. They take a moment to gauge the situation before one of them throws what I assume is a flashbang down the gap followed by a muffled 'bang' and then they move to storm the lower levels.

The hostiles down below seem to be more prepared because we could hear unsuppresed shots being fired a few seconds after the team from delta company went down to the lower levels.

Romero turns to me. "Think the rest of their guys heard those?"

I nod. "Some, yeah."

The shots coming from the lower levels of the fort eventually stopped after a while and my earpiece crackles to life. I signal the team to can their chatter as I listen intently to the transmission.

A beep sounds and a voice goes through. "Zeus this is delta one-one. Ace is not in here, I say again- Ace is nowhere here. But Two-one has found what seems to be hostages- some of them are ID' as relatives of local politicians and businessmen. Requesting instructions. Over."

Political hostages? This just got complicated.

Another beep, but this time, it was Major Degarmo's voice that came through.

"How many are in there two-one?"

A momentary pause in the comms before it beeped back to life. "About thirty sir. We've done a count on the- What? Fuck, get-!"

My eyes went wide wide at the last piece of the transmission. "Guys, delta might be in trouble!" I say to my team, who then had similar reactions and immediately went back to their positions then readied their weapons.

I lift my rifle up and set my eyes behind my ACOG- watching the stairs leading to the lower levels.

Someone emerges from the stairs and I tighten my grip on my rifle before my alertness got replaced with shock.

Children- most probably no older than sixteen suddenly flooded out of the exit and ran into the woods with some carrying younger ones with them.

My earpiece comes to life as delta two-one transmits to me. "Delta one-one to Bravo one. Do you have eyes on the individuals?"