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General Joe Talk / Danger Girl/GI Joe from IDW
« on: April 19, 2012, 02:18:25 PM »
http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=38246

Danger Girl creator and DG/Joe crossover writer talks to CBR about the series.

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General Joe Talk / Fan-fic: Action Force in "Operation Bao"
« on: April 03, 2012, 09:52:01 AM »
Republic of Than Dat
May, 1993

Commander Jamie Maclaren led his group of Action Force personnel into the operations room of the Than Dat Navy headquarters with a determined stride. The leader of Q Force was intercepted near the door by a man wearing what looked like a French Navy uniform, but which Maclaren, also known as Leviathan, recognised as the Than Dat uniform of a commander.

“Good day, Commander,” the local said pleasantly in slightly accented English. “I am Commander Villers, Naval Intelligence. This way, please, the Admiral wishes to meet you.”

Leviathan nodded and followed the other man, with his retinue in tow.

As the group made their way through the operations room, Leviathan noticed there didn’t seem to be many admirals around. The group finally reached a large table with a map of Than Dat on top; several small model vessels and aircraft decorated the map. On the wall behind the table four monitors showed the same map, with the vehicles moving in crudely animated computer graphics. Standing beneath the monitors was a short, avuncular looking man of Southeast Asian ethnicity. The rank insignia he wore identified him as an admiral.

“Good day, Commander,” the admiral said. “I am Admiral Den, commander of the Than Dat Navy. Allow me to introduce my divisional commanders; Captain Dai, head of Naval Intelligence; Captain Trang, head of Naval Aviation; Captain San, head of logistics.”

Each of three officers on Den’s left nodded in turn. Dai was a short, wiry looking man with greying hair. Trang was of medium height, but muscular. He looked like a boxer, Leviathan thought. San was a taller, European-looking man with thinning hair. Den indicated the two men on his right.

“Captain Kim, commander of the frigate squadron and Captain DesJardins, commander of the torpedo boat squadron.”

Kim was tall for an Asian, whip-thin and had a scar on his left cheek. DesJardins was even more European looking than San. He had close-cropped blonde hair and looked like he wouldn’t take any messing from anyone.

Leviathan must have looked surprised as Admiral Den smiled before saying, “I suppose you’re wondering why we have captains in positions most navies would give to flag-officers?”

Leviathan nodded, “The thought did cross my mind, Admiral.”

Den smiled again, “Than Dat is a small country as you know, Commander. We do not have a large navy. Two squadrons, one of French frigates and one of torpedo boats. Our naval aviation wing comprises three squadrons; one of search-and-rescue helicopters, one of anti-submarine helicopters and a squadron of maritime patrol planes. We are not an adventurist power, we’ve never wanted to do anything more with our military than simply defend our borders.”

Leviathan nodded, respectfully, “I understand, Admiral.”

Den continued, “Since our forces are small, it was felt when we established the navy after our independence from France that only one admiral was necessary. Our divisional commanders are captains and our ships are commanded by Commanders or Lieutenant Commanders.”

Leviathan nodded once more as Den paused before going on. “Lately the only need we’ve had for a navy has been in trying to combat the smugglers based in the Song Lon river delta region. But now Cobra has appeared, like the snake they name themselves after. They have struck at our offshore oilrigs and our naval bases near the delta, and two oil terminals. Our patrol boats cannot stand up to their firepower and our frigates cannot pursue them into the river delta. That is why we have asked for Action Force’s assistance.”

Leviathan straightened to an even more rigid pose than he had been in, “Action Force stands ready to assist you, Admiral,” he said, his normal Scots accent disappearing in his formal words.

“At ease, before you sprain something, Commander.” Den laughed, “There is no need for such formality.”

Leviathan relaxed. “May I introduce my senior personnel for this operation?”

Den nodded, so Leviathan went on, “Q Force Aqua-trooper leader Shark; Broadside, commander of Q Force’s Killer WHALE detachment; SAS Force frogman leader Barracuda; SAS Force Boat Patrol leader Stakeout and commanding SAS Force’s Silent Attack Kayak group, Beaver.”

Each of the men nodded respectfully.

“Pardon me,” Dai spoke up, quietly, “What is an aquatrooper?”

Shark stepped forward to Leviathan’s left shoulder. “Aquatroopers are the naval infantry arm of Q-Force,” he began. “Each member of the squad is recruited from a special operations navy diver unit. They are trained in amphibious combat operations including use of small-boat raider craft, Sea Lion submersible chariots, Stingray sea-sleds and the Devilfish speed boat. They are also qualified to operate the weapons of the Killer WHALE hovercraft and Swordfish assault boat. The aquatroopers are trained in boarding hostile vessels or captured vessels as well as conventional infantry tactics. In short, they are trained to operate in, on or under water in nearly any capacity as well as on land.”

Dai frowned, “So what is the role of the SAS Force frogmen?”

Barracuda stepped forward next, standing on Leviathan’s right as Shark stepped back.

“The SAS Force frogman squad are recruited from elite combat diver teams as well, however whilst they are trained in SCUBA and close-circuit diving and the Stingray seal-sleds like the aquatroopers, they are not trained in the use of the Sea Lion chariots or Devilfish boats. They are, however trained in helicopter-assault tactics for boarding naval vessels and on land. The SAS Force frogmen are also airborne qualified for high-altitude, high-opening; high-altitude, low-opening and low-altitude low-opening parachuting. They are also trained in the use of small raider boats, such as the flat-bottom skimmers employed by Boat Patrol.” Barracuda paused briefly in his recitation to glance at Stakeout before concluding, “In short, the SAS Force frogmen are sea-air-land qualified.”

Stakeout strode forward to stand where Shark had. “Boat Patrol troopers are recruited from Naval Special Forces units as well. Whilst we do have close-circuit and SCUBA qualification, our speciality is in operating small boats such as Zodiac rigid hull inflatable boats or the Rigid Raiders we currently employ. The Boat Patrol members are also airborne qualified, but our main role is in littoral waters combat.”

Beaver moved up next. “SAS Force Silent Attack Kayak squad is trained in the use of RHIBs and rigid raiders like the Boat Patrol, but we specialise in the employment of kayaks for silent approaches to targets. We are also airborne qualified and frogman trained. The principal difference between Boat Patrol and the kayak team is that Boat Patrol are the hammer to hit a target, we are the scalpel.”

Stakeout looked at Beaver with a mock frown, but the Canadian merely smiled.

Captain Dai nodded thoughtfully, “So, overlapping expertise but distinct roles within your forces. I understand.”

Admiral Den tapped the table to draw everyone’s attention.

“If we can get back to the point..?”

Everyone stared at him, politely.

“What watercraft have you brought with you and how many men do you have?” Den asked. “We were not informed by your commander.”

Leviathan nodded, “We’ve brought three Killer WHALE hovercraft, a pair of Devilfish speedboats and four each of the SAS Force rigid raiders and silent attack kayaks. In addition, we have four Q Force modified Hawk helicopters and two Skystriker fighter jets for air support. We have thirty-two personnel on hand for this mission. Our submarine, Nautilus, is also operating in the Gulf of Thailand to provide us with support if needed. Nautilus is currently at sea with her ‘blue’ crew under Commander Dive-plane.”

Den frowned, “Her blue crew?”

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General Joe Talk / Z Force ATC
« on: March 23, 2012, 02:58:55 PM »
if anyone does want one, per the article in the newsletter, i am willing to act as an intermediary if the seller on evilbay won't ship abroad, but bear in mind that they are 95% to 98% of the time missing the aerial from the gun turret and can sometimes be missing the rocket launcher rack from the turret. expect to pay a premium for a complete one. you can also expect the stretcher to be damaged or missing too, but these can be 'replaced' with Doc's....

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Off Topic / mother of God - forum stats
« on: March 06, 2012, 12:10:28 PM »
212 guests and 26 users online.

what did i miss? what's going on?

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Off Topic / two years
« on: February 25, 2012, 02:21:34 PM »
Just noticed, it's two years since I joined the timbit-munching Joe Canuck greatness. Wow. Thanks to all the great folks who make it a fun forum, particular thanks to pdaat for the con comics and cards, latinjoe for the cards, The Mike for running this joint, Agent Loop for the great work doing the comics and everyone who's been nice to me about my fan-fic, photos and collection!

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General Joe Talk / GI Joe cover art: Sarah Michelle Gellar as Scarlett?
« on: December 30, 2011, 02:13:05 PM »
http://www.comicbookresources.com/prev_img.php?pid=10977&pg=2

is it me or does Scarlett look like SMG from Buffy? and doesn't the guy at the front (Duke?) look like Chris (Human Torch/Cap America) Evans and the guy next to Scarlett looks like Ray Park?

the two black guys look like actors too, but I can't put names to them...

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The \'Show\' Room / Silly little Retaliation dio
« on: December 15, 2011, 10:55:38 AM »









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General Joe Talk / Made this today.
« on: December 12, 2011, 11:37:17 AM »


if you're a Modern Warfare 2 fan you should get the joke

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General Joe Talk / Codename Shade - new AF fan-fic
« on: November 29, 2011, 04:17:18 PM »
July, 1991
Somewhere over Sierra Gordo

The C-130 Hercules transport rumbled through the night sky over the jungles of Central America’s most unstable nation. Ten years of civil war, revolution and counter-revolution had left the country in a state of near constant warfare. Luckily for the international commando force known as Action Force, it also meant that Sierra Gordo had almost no air force and very few air defence systems.

On board the transport were several members of the SAS Force unit. As Sparrowhawk checked everyone’s parachutes, Eagle was conferring with Quickfire, who was leading this mission. Inside a special sealed compartment in the plane Wireless, one of Z Force’s communications experts, was working on a computer. Next to him was SAS Force’s radio operator, Playback. The German was testing the radio set whilst Quarrel, the Z Force intelligence specialist was watching a monitor with a feed from an unmanned air vehicle that the Hercules had launched earlier. The recon drone was now flying several thousand feet below, and ahead of, the Hercules.

Sparrowhawk finished his parachute checks before putting one hand to the headset he wore and then shouted, “One minute!” to the commando team.

Quickfire and Eagle exchanged salutes before the German led his team toward the plane’s cargo ramp. As the ramp began to whine down, Bodycount glanced at Shade. The Asian martial arts expert looked nervous, even with her face covered by an oxygen mask and goggles. He gave her a thumbs-up, which she returned.

Although Shade had been in SAS Force for several years and was HALO jump qualified, she’d never performed a combat drop before and this mission was also her first jungle warfare operation.

The four commandos jumped from the plane and dropped toward the rain forest below.

As the team fell, Shade’s mind flashed back to their mission briefing.

Two days ago

Eagle stood before the four commandos in a conference room in Action Force’s London base.

“We’ve received intelligence from an agent in Sierra Gordo that Changeling may be in the country. As you all know, he is Cobra Europe’s master of disguise and we’ve never been entirely sure what he looks like. So, I know what you’re all thinking: How the hell do we know it’s him?”

Boonie chuckled as Eagle posed the question.

“Simple,” Eagle went on. “One of the leaders of the current counter-revolution in Sierra Gordo went missing a week ago and was reportedly killed. Three days ago, he reappeared alive and well. You might think; well maybe he just survived. Not really. His convoy was attacked and our agent says he was badly injured in the attack.”

“You think Changeling’s replaced him?” Quickfire asked.

“That’s the assumption, yes. The part we haven’t figured out is why? Cobra Europe’s never had any interest in Sierra Gordo before; it’s been the American Cobras who’ve been more interested in causing trouble down there, between secret weapon labs, selling Terrordromes and cutting deals with various groups. But the whys and the wherefores can wait. Command wants us to bag Changeling and see what we can sweat out of him.”

“So, we’re going in to bag him, then?” Bodycount asked.

“Affirmative. You parachute in, tab across country to the town where we believe he’s currently holed up and snatch him. A helicopter out of Punta del Mucosa will extract you.”

Bodycount rolled his eyes at the news the team would tab across the countryside. Although he was a former British Army paratrooper and had done his share of long-distance field-marches during the Falklands War, he had to admit he much preferred riding into battle in a jeep or an ATC and not having to waste time and energy walking.

“Mission executes in two days,” Eagle concluded.

Now

The SAS Force commandos popped their parachutes as they reached one thousand feet above ground. Winds blowing across the jungle canopy caught Bodycount and Shade’s parachutes, pushing them further west. Both tried to steer back toward the drop-zone, before having to give up and descend into another clearing.

Shade tried not to panic as she dropped closer to the jungle canopy. She’d been blown off course, was in a completely alien environment and had no idea what to expect.

What she certainly didn’t expect was to crash through a tree’s upper branches and get caught up four feet above the ground.

Shade swore inside her oxygen mask as she set about trying to free herself. Working quickly, the young woman pulled out a combat knife and cut loose her kit back before she hacked through her parachute lines and dropped toward the ground.

Shade hit the ground hard, rolled and groaned in pain as she heard something crack inside her web-gear. Pushing herself up, Shade pulled off her oxygen mask and goggles. She felt inside her web-gear for her radio beacon. Pulling it out, the martial arts expert found out what had cracked; the beacon was broken.

Stifling another curse, Shade reached into another pouch on her web-gear and pulled out her radio. She flicked it on and pressed the transmit key.

“Shade to Eagle, do you copy?”

After a pause, she tried again. Then she heard Eagle’s voice.

“Bodycount, this is Eagle. We don’t have Shade’s beacon on the UAV. Do you see her, over?”

“Eagle, Bodycount. Stand by one.”

Shade moved away from the tree, picking up her kitbag as she did. Shade took out her MP5SWF sub-machine gun and looked around. She spotted Bodycount approaching her, his night-vision monocle hiding his face.

“Eagle, Bodycount, I’ve found Shade. She appears to be intact,” she heard the soldier report.

“Copy that.”

Bodycount reached Shade and smiled at her as he lifted his night-vision monocle away from his face.

“What happened to you?” he asked her, cradling his M16SWF assault rifle.

Shade pulled the broken beacon out of her web-gear. “I crashed through that tree and broke my beacon when I fell. My radio seems to be damaged as well. I could hear you and Eagle talking, but when I tried calling him, he didn’t hear.”

Bodycount sighed and shook his head, “Not good,” he commented.

After setting down his kitbag and rifle, he pulled out his combat knife. “I’ll cut your chute down, you keep watch.”

Shade nodded and knelt down near the tree as Bodycount scrambled up its trunk. This was not how she’d ever thought she’d spend a mission…


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General Joe Talk / War of the Red Shadows (take 2)
« on: October 14, 2011, 04:08:05 PM »
1995
Somewhere…

The man known only as the Black Major strode across the wooden stage to the podium. Hanging from the podium’s front, was the emblem of the Red Shadows. A larger version, as a flag, hung behind him.

In front of him were massed ranks of Red Shadows. Not all of the army he had assembled in the past ten years; but an army nonetheless.

“Shadows! The world outside our walls has largely forgotten us. They no longer tremble at our name. Instead, they cower at the name Cobra! But Cobra’s time is coming to an end! It is time that the world trembled at our name! It is time the world remembered us! We are the Red Shadows and they shall fear us! They shall fear our cry!”

The chant began immediately.

“BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD FOR THE MAJOR!”

“The world shall fear us and the Red Shadows will prevail!”

Austria
March 9, 1995. 15:30 GMT

Hades stood on the ramparts of the castle he owned. Looking out across the snow-capped mountains, he cursed fate once more. Fifteen years ago, as Major Sebastian Blaine, he had thrown away his career as a New Zealand SAS officer to become a mercenary. After the betrayal of his mercenary comrades during a mission in Africa, he joined Cobra. He had rapidly made his way through their ranks to become the number two operative in Cobra Europe.

Along the way, his arms dealing company, Argent Corporation, had grown in size and respectability; even owning two drilling platforms in the North Sea. Such had been Argent Corporation’s prestige, when Action Force had assaulted one of the platforms, believing Cobra to have hijacked it, Hades had been able to deal Action Force an embarrassing blow, by arresting them for piracy and forcing the unit into a temporary suspension of operations. His power had also led Hades to rashly boast of being the true leader of Cobra Europe.

The truth, however, was that Anna Conda remained Commander of Cobra Europe. The loss of face Hades had suffered at the hands of Skip, leader of Z Force, in Greenland – beaten and captured, taken to London – had led Hades to make a rash decision to try to overthrow Anna Conda. It had cost him his left eye in a vicious knife fight. He then spent two years attempting to undermine Cobra Europe from within, leaking information to Action Force. Ultimately, that had failed. Anna Conda had realised there was a mole in Cobra and ruthlessly hunted the leak’s source, swearing bloody retribution on the mole.

Hades had subsequently pinned the blame on Salamander, costing the Russian mercenary his life, whilst preserving his own.

He might have simply left and fled Europe, if not for Shadow Snake. Anna Conda’s bodyguard and assassin was a master of snake-style Wu Shu as well as an expert archer and swordsman. If Hades fled, Anna would send the killer after him and he would likely die without even knowing who killed him.

As Hades began to consider the idea of simply turning himself in to Action Force and selling Anna out, a Viper ran along the battlements.

“Hades, Anna Conda demands your presence in the ops room immediately.”

Hades nodded and followed the trooper back into the castle.

Minutes later, Hades joined Anna in the ops room, once a dining hall in the castle’s main keep.

Anna Conda turned to Hades as he entered. “We’ve received this video,” she said. She snapped her fingers and a Tele-Viper promptly started the video.

One of the monitors changed to show a man in a uniform that looked superficially like a British Royal Marine’s uniform. The resemblance fell away when one saw the large skull-and-crossbones insignia on the left breast of the tunic and the red and white stripes on the shoulders.

“Greetings, Commander. I am the Black Major, commander of the Red Shadow army. I invite you and any associates you may choose, to a meeting on March 12th in Madrid. This meeting is to discuss matters I believe will be mutually beneficial to all of us.”

The screen switched to show a street address in Madrid.

Anna looked at Hades.

“I thought the Red Shadows were dead. We clashed with them enough in the ‘80s… I wonder what he wants?” Hades mused.

“You think I should meet with him?” Anna asked, her Austrian accent showing in her clipped question.

Hades shrugged. “That’s up to you, Commander. I would caution against it. I’m sure you remember the trouble they caused us; especially in India.”

Anna said nothing, merely considering what Hades said and what the Black Major had said.

Sunday March 12th 20:45 GMT
Madrid

Shadow Snake opened the door to the Argent Corporation-owned Mercedes-Benz. Anna Conda stepped out, looking around as she did. Hades followed her out. The martial artist closed the door and looked around himself. It was hardly the most palatable location for a meeting. Dingy warehouses surrounded them. Behind his mask, Shadow Snake frowned. Security here would be difficult.

Anna Conda, resplendent in her usual form-fitting black bodysuit and knee-high boots, strode toward the designated building. Her surroundings were hardly fit for an Austrian countess, but she’d left that life behind more than ten years ago when she’d become a member of an Austrian terrorist group, murdering her way around Austria before joining Cobra and rising to the leadership of their European operations. She still carried her aristocratic bearing, even when slumming it in Madrid’s warehouse district.

Hades and Shadow Snake followed her in through the door, which was opened for them as they approached. Inside four Red Shadow troopers watched them as they entered. One-stepped forward.

“You need to check your weapons,” the trooper said. “No one goes further without surrendering weapons.”

Anna slowly drew the small Walther pistol she had on her hip and handed it over. Hades did the same with his much larger Browning Hi-Power. Shadow Snake reluctantly handed over his Dao sword, his two fighting knives and his crossbow. One of the Red Shadows stepped forward and used a hand-held ‘wand’ metal detector to sweep over their bodies. Satisfied, he stepped back and waved them forward.

Another Red Shadow, this one an officer, Hades decided, escorted them into a simple wood-panel room. Already inside the room were the Black Major and three other men.

The first one Hades noticed, and the one who scared him, was Black Ice. The leader of Cobra’s Canadian operations, Black Ice was clad in a special body suit that incorporated a helmet that hid his entire head. He was notorious as one of the most dangerous hand-to-hand fighters in Cobra, even including the likes of Slice and Dice the ninjas or the next man Hades spotted: Ninja-Ku, the black-clad ninja bodyguard of the last member of the group, Cobra de Aco, also known as Steel Cobra, leader of Cobra’s South American operation.

The Black Major smiled as he moved toward the seat the head of the table.

“Please, do sit down.”

Black Ice took the seat opposite Black Major. Anna Conda and Hades took seats on the Major’s right. Steel Cobra took one on the left. Ninja-Ku stood behind him. Shadow Snake stood behind Anna and Hades. The Red Shadow officer moved to stand behind the Black Major’s right side.

“Welcome. I apologise for the facilities, but when one is a hunted terrorist the creature comforts can sometimes be hard to come by, as I’m sure you’re all aware.”

“Get to the point, Major,” Black Ice growled. “Why invite us here?”

A frown flickered across the former Royal Marine’s face, before he forced another smile.

“I would like to propose an alliance between my Red Shadow forces and your respective organisations. An alliance of mutual benefit,” Black Major explained. “My Red Shadows will shortly be launched a concerted attack on the various teams formed to fight both Cobra and the Shadows. Following that attack, we will launch an offensive against the United States of America. Once we control America, we will expand our control across the world. If you choose to side with the Red Shadows, your respective groups will be free to seize control of your respective areas and to rule them as you see fit in the new world order.”

The Black Major paused.

“Well, with one exception.”

“What exception is that?” Steel Cobra asked.

“The United Kingdom. Cobra Europe can have the rest of that continent including Iceland and all of Russia. But Britain and Northern Ireland are mine.”

“What if we refuse?” Black Ice growled. He didn’t seem to speak any other way.

“Well, one does hate to be melodramatic,” Black Major, said with a small smile. “But if you’re not with us, clearly, you are against us and shall be treated… accordingly…”

Silence reigned for a moment. “Not interested,” Black Ice finally announced.

“Neither am I,” Anna spoke up next.

Steel Cobra’s face was hidden by his polished steel mask, but his voice carried through strongly enough. “Count me out, too.”

The Black Major heaved a sigh. “Very well.”

“Yǐng shé shā sǐ míngfǔ,” he said in fluent Chinese.

Shadow Snake blinked. Then he stepped forward, grabbed Hades’ head and snapped his neck.

Anna Conda leaped to her feet, letting out a shriek of horror as she did.

Ninja-Ku immediately leapt across the table and tackled Shadow Snake to the ground. Black Ice threw the table to one side and charged the Black Major.

The Red Shadow officer threw himself into Black Ice’s path, allowing the Major to run for it.

Ninja-Ku threw several punches at Shadow Snake, but he blocked each one. Then the Wu Shu master punched Ninja-Ku straight in the nose, shattering the cartilage and ramming it backward into his brain. Death was instant.

Black Ice turned toward Shadow Snake as the Chinese warrior threw himself into a flying kick.

The Canadian grabbed Shadow Snake’s ankle and span around, slamming the assassin into the wooden wall.

Anna Conda and Steel Cobra both took this as their cue to run.

Black Ice strode out of the room and looked around. The Black Major had fled and so had the Red Shadow guards.

Muttering a curse, he strode over to where the guard had confiscated his sidearm, retrieved it and then walked out without looking back.

Two days later: March 14, 14:20 GMT
Argentina

Four vans drove into positions scattered around the military base that had been identified as Task Force 282’s headquarters. Inside each van, three men set to work, opening special hinged panels in the roof, raising mortar tubes into position and preparing their shells.

Each van’s commander checked their watches and then signalled the other two men. They immediately began firing.

As the first wave of four shells crashed down on to the base, alarms began sounding.

Manleh and Shimik ran to the door of the operations building as a second wave of shells hit.

“Madre di dios,” Shimik muttered as a round hit a Tomahawk parked outside its hangar for maintenance.

The helicopter exploded. Three of the Argentine mechanics weren’t quick enough to clear the area and were killed by shrapnel.

The two soldiers ducked back inside as a third wave hit.

Several fuel tanks were hit and exploded next. As the fourth wave fell, one shell struck the ops building, blasting a hole in it.

Manleh and Shimik ran back to the ops room.

“Mortars,” Shimik said. “Being fired from outside the perimeter.”

TF 282 had been expanded since 1990, and the man formerly called El Coronel was now El General.

“Contact Glenda and Martillo,” El General ordered Topson. “They should still be out on that training flight in the Dragonfly.”

Martillo was a new helicopter pilot who’d recently joined the task force from the Peruvian Army.

“Got them,” Topson reported. The mortars were still firing.

“Tell them to return here, I want to know who’s attacking my damn base!”

Several more barrages of shells hit the base. Finally, the shells stopped falling.

El General turned to Manleh, “Take a squad and get out there and see if you can find them!”

Moments later, as the Dragonfly helicopter swooped over the base, Manleh led Leopard, Shimik and Estopim out of the ops building. Several small fires were burning on the base, whilst Argentine Army medics were tending to several wounded personnel.

The four soldiers piled into an AWE Striker parked in an intact garage building and raced out.

“I feel bad about leaving those medics,” Leopard commented. “We ought to be helping.”

Manleh looked at the jungle warfare specialist. “Let’s let the medics and SOS do their jobs, we do ours, hunting for the guys who put them in the hospital.”

The jeep sped through the smashed gates and headed along the road toward where Manleh had seen one of the shells coming from.

Next to him in the jeep, Shimik pulled out a radio and contacted Glenda.

“Any sign of the hostiles?” he asked without preamble.

“Affirmative, I see four vans speeding along the highway towards Punta Arenas,” Glenda answered. “We’ve got no ammo. We can’t intercept them.”

“Just give us a position and keep them in sight, we’ll handle it,” Shimik assured her.

“Currently heading straight for Punta Arenas. You’re about 650m behind them.”

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