Darkness - Part I

[0mikr0n]

Got bored, wrote a fanfic... eh, what do I care, I needed something to do while waiting for the update download to finish? Heh. Enjoy.

Warning: Swearing in the below dialogue. Do not read if you are easily offended.






Darkness - Part I

I bring my Mk12 SPR to arms and place it, silently, over the water pipe that runs just in front of my face, and then begin to rummage through my toolkit. Finding my desired device, I raise my night vision set off of my eyes and press the new tool firmly onto my face; it felt cold. I snap the switch on.

I immediately see where I have been sitting for the past half-hour in the darkness: a small section of road construction on the shoreline road of Muttrah city, just over a large pipe that leads out to the water. I carelessly toss my old set of light amplifiers into the ditch, as they are broken; just a couple of minutes ago, a stray artillery round slammed into the paved blacktop roadway just twenty meters away, and the NVGs probably saved my life from a shard of shrapnel. Even so, but they are of no use to me now. Besides, I always carry a second set with me on a potential night op. It's expensive, sure, but the practice has saved my life twice in the past... you never know when your set might break; they're fragile and clumsy, no matter how important they might be.

Unlike most snipers, I don't encumber myself with a Ghile suit; they're bulky and unnecessary on a mission like this. In fact, I don't even equip myself as a normal sniper in most cases, so it's more-or-less no matter at all, anyway. I carry an M9 combat knife, a silenced Fabrique Nationale Five-seveN 5.7 handgun, a standard issue Mk12 SPR sniper rifle, two flashbangs, a smoke grenade, and a modified electronic sniper scope that contains a built-in night vision mode, thermal mode, laser designator, automatic wind-and-range designators, and a three-leveled zoom, to boot. I'm ready for lone-wolf sniping, that's for sure, and sometimes I compare myself to a more realistic version of Sam Fisher out of Splinter Cell.

Except as much as I'd like to be him, I'm stuck in a road construction ditch in the middle of the night, soaking wet after a five-minute swim from an RIB dispatched from the USS Essex. The Marine battalion that stayed with us swabbies on the Gator is completely ashore here on Muttrah, fighting to take the city and push the MEC out of their airbase approximately two miles eastward. The airbase has been confirmed to be understocked in airpower, but it's doubtless that they have already called in reinforcements from their airbase in Kubra.

A flock of Russian-made MiG-29s roars lowly over the city, heading out to sea. Shit, speak of the devil. Judging by their altitude and speed, it seems like they're going to try a bombing raid on the Essex. Good luck.

I remove my goggles to watch in anticipation. Then, twin knives of yellow light spit from the darkness over the sea, light up one of the aircraft, pulverize it in midair, and then toss it away like a broken toy. Yet another piece of Navy ingenuity. I love the Phalanx... it makes every enemy fighter pilot cringe in fear, even if they're just thinking about going toe-to-toe with it. I watched in amazement as the ship's deck cannons light up the night sky in twin beams of yellowish-white death, and slice yet another warfighter into tatters.

As a Navy SEAL, I've learned to love the Iron Gator. That damned beauty of a supercarrier has enough firepower to take on a whole three squadrons of fighters from long range, and could easily reduce it to just one or two jets before they can even close to gun range. As much as I respect those expert jetfighter pilots, the Arabs didn't have a chance in Hell; the suppercarrier's Phalanx guns took them from the skies to the afterlife in a matter of seconds.

My wrist watch suddenly interrupted my dazed expression and awe as the rumble box in it shook. I looked at the illuminated screen: 0100 HRS. I looked up behind me into the distance, saw and recognized the far-off illuminated skies' explosions of ground combat, and instantly realized that I now had a job to do. I pick up my rifle, refit my light amplification goggles onto my face, and scan around my zone before standing abruptly and sprinting from my cover up into a darkened alleyway nearby.

Today, I, Captain Kevin James Viscotti of the Navy SEALs, will assassinate the MEC Regional Commander.

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General Tahrad Astaheid stood in the barracks near the rear of the Muttrah City airfield, his temporary HQ until he could manage a better workstation. As the regional commander of that portion of the Middle East, he couldn't afford to be in a combat zone.

Astaheid's staff was in a psychotic frenzy: writing out battle plans, screaming at subordinates, and arguing over the situation. The truth was that they were losing this battle, and needed to move the general to a save location before the US troops closed in on them.

"General?" It was his S-2, his security officer.

Astaheid turned away from the topographical map and faced the officer. "Yes, what is it captain?"

"We've managed to acquire a transport vehicle, sir... a spare FAV, sir."

The general scoffed in disgust. "A recon car? And you call yourself 'sane'? You want me to ride in an open, exposed, and lightly armored clunker to Kubra Airfield!?"

Sir, I-"

"You neglected to factor in that there are United States troops closing in from the west and the east! They have an armored division between here and Kubra, you *******! I'm not going in anything less than an armored vehicle!"

"But sir, we only have two armoed vehicles in the city, one of which being a T90-S. We can't spare another-"

I don't give a shit about whether we need the damned BTR here or not! We aren't going to win this battle, captain! Either you accept that and follow my orders, or you can be left here for those... those Godless ******** to roll you over! Shut the hell up and do as your told! That is final, captain, now get to it!"

The S-2 frowned, reluctantly flashed a salute, and immediately returned to his busy work to get that BTR-class APC to the airfield.



Hope you've enjoyed it! Stay tuned for Part II within the coming week or two!

[trogdor1289]

That was good can't wait for part two.

[A.J.Sawyer]

Brilliant

[0mikr0n]

Heh, boredom in school spawns the craziest things, eh?

Captain Viscotti's weapon loadout:

FN Five-seveN 5.7


United States Navy Mark 12 Mod X Special Purpose Rifle


FlashBlast Tactical Distraction Device


M18 Smoke Grenade


TWS2000 Thermal Weapon Sight Scope (Modified)