Cosmic Furlough
CF-02 Extraction and R+R
By Darrel James Vanwinkle (Ratseye/Pouchlaw)
Co-written by (Darquirrin)
October 22nd, 2015
CF-02 Extraction and R+R
By Darrel James Vanwinkle (Ratseye/Pouchlaw)
Co-written by (Darquirrin)
October 22nd, 2015
Chapter One
:Early 20th Century; Somewhere behind enemy lines; Planet Furth:
Cosmo pats Longshot's shoulder. "Looks like they have bonfire plan made, bunny boy! Let's hop on board and hope to get to our Ghost!" And he climbed on board the flying craft where he had already loaded the rifles and ammo.
Magnus got on board with Aero, the squirrel taking a position near the cockpit where Nightwing was preparing for flight. The Sea Otter was making sure the Bat-Ladder was ready in case they couldn't land to pick up the dogla agent.
Longshot grinned, "Just remember... One paw, one shot." He winks. He hops into his seat... which happens to land on Cosmo's lap, "oopsee..." Then he gets in his real seat with a laugh.
Nightwing said, "Freedom One to Tower. EVAC route plotted, all status green, awaiting load out and clearance to proceed."
The tower responded over the radio, "Roger, Freedom One, stand by."
Nightwing winked to Magnus and Aero.
Illa climbed on board next, in full command mode. She glared at the laughing Longshot who quickly shut up as Tracker took a position on the side most seat, rifle pointed out the door. Mom then said, "Listen up. We're taking a long route. This is a dangerous trip. Longshot, Cosmo. Your on sniper duty. Get into the braces and prepare for dead air duty." She pointed to the harnesses that allowed snipers to mount onto the sides of the aircraft, "If it moves and it isn't Ghost, it doesn't move. Got it? There WILL be RPGs and there WILL be men down there wanting us dead. You need to buy us time to make the pick up."
Cosmo nodded his head. "Yes, Ma'am." He gets up to move into position. He was about to be scared again. If he lived through this, he would reward Longshot later for helping to calm him down. He was also worried about the bunny now. His orders were... if it wasn't Ghost, kill it. He finally secured the last strap into place and got the weapons and ammo ready.
Magnus double checked the straps, then he said to Illa, "Cosmo and Longshot are ready, Captain, ma'am!"
Illa nods and fingers the radio, "Tower. Captain Illa and team are ready. Clearance?"
The tower radios back, "Freedom One, this is Tower. You are go for EVAC mission. Winds are favorable. Repeat you are go for take off."
Nightwing nods, "Roger tower, Freedom One taking air." He maneuvered the craft up carefully, checked the gauges, "All system green. Freedom One, Proceeding on mission." He sent the craft forward on it's way.
Captain Illa takes a breath and smiles, keeping a confident face to the world.
Cosmo could feel the thrum of the engines through the harness and from his position he got a VERY good view of just how far away the ground was... and just what would be heading their way.
Two soft thuds echoed through the forest as Cel stepped out from behind a tree. The two guards falling dead where they stood, blood leaking out of the holes in the front of their skulls. Cel looked down at the two men he had just killed. The mouse and otter's vacant eyes glossed over in the last moments of their deaths. Cel shudders and looks away, 'I just killed two people...They would have killed me just the same but... I just murdered two people...' He stumbled and barely caught himself as he grabbed the tree, retching badly as his empty stomach tried to void it's contents. It took him nearly an hour before he could get control over his body again as he forced himself to reach over and rip the dog tags from the dead bodies and shove them into his pocket as he systematically searched each corpse for usable items. 'This is war... This what it's really like. Any other day, if I had met them, we might have been friends. Is this what we do...Cosmo and I? Force these people to kill and kill for the sake of...what? Entertainment?' He found two candy bars which he immediately devoured, needing the energy, and a canteen which he added to his own. He also found various documents but he couldn't make heads or tails of them an simply stored them away for delivery later.
Cel panted a little, wiping his eyes with the back of his paw, and sat back on his haunches and looked back at his map again, "Almost there... Just a little more." Leveraging himself up and forced himself to start jogging again. His whole body was complaining now. He had another wound now; this one his left leg from where he almost missed a razor wire trap. 'Not even Ghost is invincible... and even less so with me in control. But we're making a decent team.'
Cel finally found the open area that would serve as the landing zone. He could almost cry, "Ha! I did it in two days! And HQ said it couldn't be done!" He wasn't sure why he remembered that but he was so relieved at the moment, he really didn't care! He dug into pack and pulled out two smoke flares placing them in the center of the clearing. 'This is going to draw everyone's attention when I light these... The enemy is going to know right where I am.. If they don't show up...' He lit the green and amber smoke flares, sending billowing clouds of the highly visible smoke into the air.
Not ten seconds later, Cel was under fire with only his pistol to defend himself with more advancing. 'Common guys... please get here soon. Damn it, I'm not going to die here! I refuse to die here!!'
As the Helicopter lifted off, Cosmo reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a black eye mask and put it around his head, securing it in the back and straightening the eye holes in the front. Then he grabbed a hold of his rifle. The Black Sniper was now on duty. During the flight, Cosmo got to use his rifle several times. Wearing the mask made him a far better shot than normal. He only needed one bullet per enemy to cause them death or intense injury. We're coming, Cel! Don't give up the Ghost!
The helicopter banked a graceful arc as it narrowly avoided another rather well aimed RPG. Captain Illa shouted, "Cosmo, RPG in Tree, 10 O'clock, Range 400 meters. Take him down!"
As the vtol craft finally crested it's destination, the green and amber smoke was still easily visible. Manning the binoculars, Tracker shouts, "Target's engaged. Count 12 Tango's approaching from east and north. Watch your fire, Danger Close."
End of Chapter One
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