'NightRaid & Hostile Negotiations' - Dockside Dili, East Timor. (Noir)

Outside a rough and deserted looking warehouse conversion on the shoreline in Dili, regional Oceanian Municipal capital of Timor Leste, The 4 squaddies of Elite Para Squad "NightRaid" recently pulled in from unnamed ops in "other circles" are waiting on a "Negotiation" between embed X and gun for hire "Merc" Jones. Cold, for the time of year the men huddle in two separate hovels in some adjacent warehouses.

 

 

Corporal Janson: "Mark 1 Moving in, I have thermal on Mark 2"

 

 

Private Zelikovitch: "I also have eyes on Mark 2, Mark 2 is moving on X."

 

 

Corporal Janson: "Sarge we have eyes on targets, marks moving normal, marks moving normal; over."

 

 

Sgt Evans: "Merc, we have eyes on you and X, proceed as normal over."

 

 

Private King: "Sarge think we're in for a long one tonight

 

 

Evans: "I don't know Kingy, depends on negotiations. Janson do you copy?

 

 

Janson: "Sarnt"

 

 

Evans: "What are current odds on ops running till 3? Over"

 

 

Janson: "3:1, Sarnt"

 

 

Vitch: "I'll take a bet against… put me down on finishing before 0130 hours"

 

 

Janson: "copy"

 

 

Evans: "put me down for before 12"

 

 

Janson:"Copy, but you know it's 11:30 now"

 

 

Evans:"I stand by it."

 

 

Krchtchchchchch

 

 

Kingy: "DADS, what was that"

 

 

Evans: "we have hostility, we have hostility, move move move."

 

 

Kingy: "with you sir"

 

 

Janson and Vitch on comms: "Copy Sarge, moving out."

 

 

Running across the street the 4 Paras pelted towards the warehouse door.

 

 

Evans: "Vitch you're on point, get ready to mash. Janson cover street, Kingy cover me moving in"

 

 

The 4 nodded, moving into position Vitch gave cover smashed the door:

 

 

The glass door crumpled and shattered

 

 

Evans: "I have eyes, I have eyes; I have zero hostiles, zero hostiles"

 

 

Kingy: "Moving in."

 

Vitch: "Moving in."

 

Janson: "Street clear, following."

 

 

X: "Ah gentleman, about time you made your appearance."

 

 

Merc: "You took your time lads."

 

 

Evans: "Well, it is what it is." He swivelled to Janson:

 

 

"I'll take my winnings back at base, sore loss boys."

 

 

The lads murmured.

 

 

"Hey now, all's fair in love and war… Vitch signal the intelligence boys. We're gonna need a clean up team on aisle 6."

 

A build for WiD.

Done