Chapter THREE Opperation Cluster F**k

This is a work of fiction.

Opperation Cluster F**k

Sgt. Loki "Chaos" Rienburg

6/11/2056 21:00

Volgograd Russia

 

 

       "Ok Corporeal Newport, be ready with that rifle I'm gonna need you to neutralize any target that gets to close to the truck. Privet Bradon, Corporeal Himerson its time to move out." I said to my squad as we made our move for the camp.

 

    We had commandeered a Russian transport truck from a passing patrol, along with a few uniforms from the Russians them selves. Pvt. Bradon was to drive the truck because he has the most experience speaking Russian in the squad. I was wearing my stealth suit, I got it as a gift from some friends at CryWear a military outfit manufacturing company. It has all sorts of special tools. We had a smooth ride, until we got into the middle of a f*****g storm thanks to Lieutenant  "clueless" Morgan. He was to hold off the attack until after we gave him the signal, but instead lacking any sort evidence of having a brain he charges head into a camp with 100 plus hostiles. Fully equipped with 20 men plus my squad. We hold each other like brothers, we fight every once and a while but we also get along flawlessly at times. I remind him of who his better is and he reminds me of who is my superior. It always amazed him that I could take a squad of 4 and take an entire city in a matter of hours.

   

     I had 3 other men in my squad each with unique talents, Trevor Newport is a talented marksman with a gift for silence. Privet Bradon can speak almost any language, and is very charming when it comes to the opposite gender. Finally we have Corporeal Himerson, a brute but also a stealthy man, one second you see him the next you have a knife in your throat and are gasping for air. Whilst the Lieutenant continued his poorly planed raid on the camp me and my men moved and cleared each building and tent as we passed them. The last tent we came across was home to wounded and ill, the one across from it housed innocent women and children. I said to the Lieutenant, all tents clear two for medevac. This goes against most military operation, especially for the "enemy" I told the Lieutenant to hold on lethal action and use non lethal action for the rest of the soldiers.

    The medevac chopper came in just in time, we loaded up all the wounded and ill, the women and children we taken to base. I got in a s**t fight with the Lieutenant about morality and duty. In the end I won, we got back to base and gave the captain the debrief.