A 2/4 Cavalry: Oh do me a favor?
by
Eric Johnson
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Oh Do Me A Favor?
Authors Note: This was a submission for Girls with Guns Anthology. I thought however it was a pretty good “speed story”, where I got the base story down in two hours. It worked out well and I would kick myself in the ass if I didn’t include it in here.
“Anvil Six, this is Lone Star Base, negative extract from your current location, over.” The console operator calmly said.
Captain Juniper cursed to herself as weapons fire echoed all around. What the fuck? They had gotten the prisoner, now let her get the fuck out of here. The raid on the militia bomber’s house had gone off without a hitch, until they actually snatched the individual, which also went well indeed. They had managed to surprise his ‘highly experienced’ bodyguard detail, killing them all within five minutes. And all it took was a grenade strategically thrown into a room as they slept. Now the town was seemingly on their heels, as they maneuvered down the street, carefully shooting at anything that moved. The extraction APC that was supposed to get them out of here soonest had been vaporized by a volley of buzzbombs. Needless to say, there were no survivors. She was going to beat Jeanne’s ass for this Intel fuckup. She said that the clan members were lightly, not heavily, armed. Severely beat the shit out of her. She knew they’d make up afterwards, but right now she was intent on giving Jeanne a lesson in pain.
“Anvil Six roger! Say new extraction point!” She said over the din of weapons fire, both from her squad, and the militia members. Crouching by a derelict car, she scanned for more hostiles. So far enemy contact had actually been light but they weren’t going to stay around here either. She had pulled rank for this op, as Lt. Jones was looking quite sick, so he could sit this one out today and the girl could play. Not that she couldn’t trust Tennenbaum to make it happen, but she wanted to get out. Maybe she shouldn’t have volunteered, but she was here, sweaty even in the morning haze of Caric. Besides, she needed to get out of the office, see the sights, or in this case, look down at them constantly.
“Anvil Six, Lone Star Base, standby.”
Standby my tight ass, oh, do me a favor and hurry up you asshole! She thought as a tough tried to sight in on her. A well aimed burst from her carbine stopped him dead. His body flipped backwards as the penetrators transferred their kinetic energy into his body. His weapon fired as he spasmed on the ground, dying.
Roycewicz pushed the captive along, mindful of the bullets. It was annoying as his carbine swung on its sling, while he muscled the prisoner along. He hated this job as prisoner control. It was easier that the HVT was already zip stripped and gagged and all it took was force to move him along. The cool thing? He was the priority for defense as Carter fired, killing another militia member. Then it quieted.
“Move North, move north!” Captain Juniper shouted. In all honesty, that’s the only option they had anyways. Oh, she hated Intel fuckups! The rest of the squad moved slowly, ending up on the trail that led between the raggedy Kearse bushes that if you wanted to go in between them, the thorns would tear you up.
“Keep going!” She said, brushing some sweat off her eyes.
They all had dust goggles, but that’s all it was for, the dust. Once they were done inserting, they went up, and stayed up. The more they moved, rather than staying put, the better their chance of survival was. That was the Caric rule for the mercenaries. Shoot, move, and communicate, and don’t hesitate. The squad moved in the dance of death that they were becoming all too familiar with.
“Tennenbaum, get them moving.”
“Yes sir!” She said as she made her hand movements, moving them forward. The three militia members were the first real contact they had had in about… ten minutes now? More than likely an ambush was being set up at the end of the pathway. The thorny bushes stopped all but the most diehard, and they knew even the locals didn’t tread that much in them. All the better but they were also being channeled in as well. They advanced north, wary of any traps. Yen was on point for this as his machinegun was the best option for laying down suppressive fire and allowing her squad to maneuver.
He advanced slowly, but enough to keep moving. The prisoner, gagged, kept moaning. Roycewicz didn’t care, they had a mission to fulfill, and it was all fucked up already. He continually muscled him along, as he wasn’t going to slow their advance down.
Yen stopped at the edge of the turn of the pathway, and saw something he didn’t like. Two gun trucks, with dismounts all over, waited for them. Great.
“Sir, I have two gun trucks, and dismounts to my north.”
“Shit, hold up.” She said. They had no air support, one Texian APC was down and command had their thumbs up their asses. Fuck this shit. She crawled up, and saw one, and if you moved… Got it.
“Yen take the right one out, then work to the left, see if we can’t chop their numbers down before they get too antsy.”
“Roger.”
He aimed down the holosight, dialing up the zoom, the gunner, waiting for them impatiently filled his sight. He squeezed off a burst, at least two rounds killing him and recoiling him off of the truck. The rest of the militia members fired back, a fusillade of bullets and powergun beams. Shit, shit, shit. He ducked back, and everybody went prone instantly. Naturally the prisoner had to be wrestled to the ground. He grumbled, but nobody cared what he thought anyways.
The rest of the squad hit the dirt as more rounds flew over their heads. Silent prayers from all of them as the fusillade started to slacken and they all attempted to merge themselves with the ground.
“Anvil Six, Lone Star Base, say when ready for extraction coordinates.”
“Send it to my helmet!” She really didn’t have time to manipulate a datapad while under fire. She mouthed ‘motherfuckers’ while the bushes above snapped from the projectiles. Limbs burned from the powergun bolts, starting small fires. Then the firing died down as the militiamen realized they weren’t getting any return fire.
“This is Lone Star Base, roger.”
“What’s their situation?” Colonel Knight asked as he stood, sipped on a cup of coffee. The loss of one APC was a blow, but they’d survive. S3 was getting another APC ready for their extraction, as well as an escort LAV. He’d let S4 know to order another one. Even though it was their first one destroyed since being here for three weeks.
“Currently they’re moving north in order to not get pinned down sir.”
“What’s a good extraction point?”
“A soccer field to their north, northwest is the best location.”
“Use that, I need that prisoner.” Colonel Knight took another sip of his coffee.
“Yes sir.”
“How long until they’re ready?!” Colonel Knight yelled to the S3.
“Ten minutes sir!” The S3 yelled back. Colonel Knight sipped on his coffee and nodded.
“Okay, hold on. Yen, see if you can’t engage the other one.”
“Yes sir.” He belly crawled to where he could get a shot, dragging the light machinegun as well as possible. He finally got an angle… He aimed, firing another burst, killing the other gunner. He rolled out of the line of fire as more projectiles snapped at the trees, vainly trying to grab his body. They waited another five minutes then the fire died down again. Yen inched up slowly. He had an idea… as long as they stayed in the prone, they could possibly break past this lethal blocking position.
“Sir, I can get a good shot, but I’m going to need some suppressive fire. If I can get a good lateral burst I may be able to help cut down the odds.”
She nodded, then took a kneeling position. Whatever it took… “Whenever you’re ready.”
“I am.” And he let a long burst go, working from left to right, keeping the red dot just on the same level of the gun trucks. The trick worked as his concentrated fire knocked down three of the militia members.
Captain Juniper assisted Yen by aiming, possibly killing one, or severely injuring one as she saw one go down. Or was it Yen’s firing? She couldn’t tell as a lot of projectiles spewed from Yen’s squad auto.
“Building, two o’clock, go!” She yelled. She fired two bursts at the mass too, the muzzle rising, which didn’t get the same results as Yen did, but it broke up the ambush. The rest of the squad fired as they ran to the building she pointed out, tearing up more of the buildings than the hostiles, but then again it kept their heads down, which was more important.
Yen looked at his heat scale, it was near red… He took his finger off the trigger. The barrel was smoking from the extended burst. Burst technique be damned! He glanced at the ammo counter. Twenty rounds, shit. He had two more magazines left, but he couldn’t do a change, at least not right here.
“Boyington, lay down suppressive fire north, where I was firing!” Yen said over Squad.
“Okay!” Boyington got to the corner, laid down in the prone, and then laid down some suppressive fire, spraying rounds all over the place. Boyington noticed that the heat meter was reaching yellow…
Yen felt something pull him up, it was the CO. He nodded, then stood up, and they both ran to where the rest of the squad was. Both hit the wall hard with their backs, breathing hard, as Boyington fired short bursts, like he’d been trained. Yen hit the magazine release and the magazine box fell to the ground. He let his weapon hang by the sling as he undid the retention strap on his webgear, fingering for a new magazine. He was sweating, as were the rest of them, wiping his forehead. He inserted the magazine, and charged the weapon, good to go. He readjusted his zoom of his holosight to zero. Then he grasped the trigger, ready to rock and roll.
“Boyington! Ease up, watch the corner, Tennenbaum, you too, support him.”
“Roger!” Sergeant Tennenbaum said, as she peered over the corner, holding the weapon with her right arm, and firing left handed. She wasn’t ambidextrous, so she switched to burst on her carbine. A militia member off to their left fired at her and Boyington. She aimed carefully, and fired a burst. The rounds impacted near the member, but didn’t hit him, and he ducked behind the corner.
Boyington dragged his weapon to the left and sighted on that corner, waiting for the man to show up. He did, right on the dot, and he chopped him down with a short burst. He then dragged his aim/the sight to the center of the road, just in case.
“Nice shot Boyington.” Tennenbaum said.
Boyington was concentrating so much that he didn’t think to say thanks. He liked how it had worked out though.
While they were playing their shooting games, Captain Juniper flipped down the tactical map, and saw the LZ was up to their north, marked by a green triangle. Well, at least they were going in the right direction after all.
“Okay, we’re moving north, LZ is to the general northwest. We have to push through that ambush location in order to get there.”
“Fuck!” Roycewicz said. Indeed. He kept a death grip on the prisoner, who vainly tried to resist. Hadn’t he gotten the message yet that he was going where they wanted him to? And why couldn’t this weapon stay still?
“Ready?” Captain Juniper did a quick check of everybody, all she got were quick nods. Good. The prisoner was mute. She didn’t need his opinion anyways, fuck him and his people. “Let’s roll people.”
Boyington stood up carefully, and Tennenbaum raised her carbine in order to not shoot him. He started to walk forward firing short bursts at anything that moved. He got lucky and killed one with a good burst. Tennenbaum changed hands, and was in her zone again with her weapon.
The rest of the squad managed to reach the north of the building. Sergeant Tennenbaum grasped Boyington’s shoulder. He looked at her quizzically, she held up a fist with her left hand as she pied the corner to the right, to make sure. Clear.
“Clear, go!” She stood there, covering that arc. A chopped hand indicating the direction just in case they didn’t hear her.
Boyington ran across, to the right of the now dead gun truck. He heard one of the militia, severely wounded, crying in pain. A quick burst ended that sound. He was learning the combat ropes quickly Captain Juniper thought as she trotted past Tennenbaum. Once they were all across, they pushed past the now inert gun trucks. The penetrators from Yen’s weapon had killed the engine blocks of both vehicles. Sergeant Tennenbaum resumed her position as second trooper in the stack. She was having too much fun to let anybody else do this. A militia member leaned out of the window to their left, flechette gun in hand. Sergeant Westerman fired a double-tap, one projectile missing but the other connecting with his head, killing the militia member outright. The flechette gun fell to the ground, just below him. The corpse hung over the balcony, lifeless, his arms hanging downward. He smiled, lucky shot. Another one appeared to Boyington’s front, and Tennenbaum shot him with a well aimed burst, almost missing because she was at a near trot. The rounds hit him center of mass, and he went down, screaming in pain, also dropping his weapon.
“Which way now?” Boyington asked.
“Left!” Captain Juniper shouted.
He nodded, and ran to the corner, nearly being shot by a militia member from the field to their west. This of course, was the way they had to go. He leaned back as the projectiles sent chips of concrete everywhere, creating some dust.
The rest of the squad stacked on the west wall of the street. Boyington leaned over, fired a quick burst, and ducked back. The militia members returned fire, chipping the wall some more.
“Grenades!” Sergeant Westerman said. He unclipped one, pulled the pin, and then tossed it around the corner. The grenade rolled down slightly, then exploded short of the target. Boyington knew that it had been a bad toss. Boyington used the hand signals to point out the target to Tennenbaum. She nodded, then leaned around the corner again, and had her dot on the militia member. He was busy reloading, and she fired two rounds in quick succession, the rounds lifting him up and back, blood spraying from his body as the projectiles detonated inside him. She chopped her hand forward, pointing Boyington to the corner on the right. As she was running behind him, she saw another militia member lining up on them. She was quicker as she stopped, and fired another double tap, killing him. Boyington slammed against the corner as more fire peppered the area from what appeared to be a large group. Where was that fucking drone? Where the fuck was air support?
“Hold tight Boyington.”
Sergeant Tennenbaum leaned over, with her carbine, nearly getting shot by a militia member, chips flying everywhere. She tallied his location. She pulled out a hand grenade with her left hand. The rest of the squad she heard hit the wall behind her. The insurgent that she had tried to shoot earlier tried shooting them but the CO managed to kill him. She pulled the pin and tossed the grenade, hoping it was close enough. She heard it explode, as well as cries of pain. She leaned over, and the militia member fired again and she ducked away. This was bullshit. She leaned over, and fired one shot, hitting the militia member in the chest, knocking him back. She exhaled, then slowly pied the corner, seeing one militia member on his back, his hand trying to raise his weapon, his chest all bloody. She fired two shots, killing him. She chopped her left hand, and mouthed “Go”.
Boyington stood up, and Sergeant Tennenbaum moved to get out of his way. So far nothing else, it was quiet as she covered Boyington’s advance. One militia member who was hiding sprung up from some barrels off to their left, and was met with fire from both Captain Juniper and Tennenbaum as they shot him twice each. He fell down, bloody and screaming. They advanced slowly, Boyington on point.
Boyington reached another corner, and the squad flattened themselves against the wall. Boyington didn’t see anything, so he trained his weapon at the top of the stairs. A militia member jumped out, and Boyington chopped him down with a burst. Another militia member, higher on the rooftop, attempted to shoot at him, but Tennenbaum fired first, killing him instantly with two shots. The member fell forward, landing in the dumpster. She laughed at the irony of that situation, and appreciated the explosive setting on the projectiles. She’d have to write and thank Heckler and Koch for their fine manufacturing abilities, again.
“Anvil Six, Lone Star Base.”
“Anvil Six, go ahead.”
“Roger, evac APC enroute at this time, ETA to your location… ten mikes, over.”
“Roger, Six out.” Captain Juniper thanked the Gods for miracles. She wasn’t religious by nature, but then again, there weren’t any atheists in foxholes either.
Roycewicz hated the prisoner duty he was tasked with. He didn’t get to shoot, and had to make sure that the prisoner who pissed his pants was alive. He hated the smell of piss, but coming from the prisoner made it worse. The trash and feces that littered the streets and alleyways was even worse. He double checked the prisoner’s bindings, and thought about ‘accidentally’ shooting him so they could move faster.
Boyington looked at his ammo counter, nine rounds left. “Reloading!” he said.
Sergeant Tennenbaum cursed. “Yen! You’re point man!”
“Get in the corner and reload!” She yelled to Boyington.
Boyington got up and moved out of the way for Yen, while he hit the magazine release button, dropping the magazine. He felt embarrassed but he started the sequence to reload. As soon as he reloaded he stayed behind, covering their rear.
Yen, aiming his squad auto like a rifle, peered over the derelict car, seeing more militia members. He fired a long burst, killing two, but had to pull back, lest his head be taken off by the return fire from a third member. Sergeant Tennenbaum unclipped her last grenade, pulled the pin with her teeth, and then tossed it past the car. The grenade went off five seconds later. Another scream as Yen peered around the corner. The man lay there, his guts spilled out as he lay there in his death throes.
“Let’s go.”
She said as she chopped her hand down again. The squad started to move down. Yen fired a burst at the nearly dead militia member, killing him. He stopped at the corner, Tennenbaum holding up a fist with her left hand. Yen peered, nothing. He turned into the alley, his weapon leading the way as he moved down the alleyway, his eye fixed on the red dot. This was one weird part of town he thought as he approached the next corner. He saw one militia member, weapon slung, smoking Hajin perhaps. He made the appropriate hand gesture, and Tennenbaum leaned over, aimed, and with one shot dropped the man who had been smoking. She chopped again, and they slowly moved forward.
“Lone Star Base, Anvil Six.”
“Anvil Six.” She said, scanning the windows.
“Roger, currently approaching LZ, in approximately five mikes we will be on site.”
“Anvil Six out.” She said. All of them were sweating from the morning heat. The smells of the town weren’t helping anything either. What a shitty day already.
Yen stopped at the corner, and peeked. A gun truck. A militia member yelled and he motioned to get back. Then the heavy laser went off, slagging the door where Yen had been. They waited as usual for the firing to stop. Tennenbaum made some calculations, then pushed Yen behind her. She had the most accurate weapon compared to his. She leaned over, quickly aimed, and fired, then leaned back. No return laser fire… She hesitantly looked around the corner, nearly getting shot by another militia member.
“Yen, your weapon!” She screamed. Yen unslung his weapon, handing it to her. Letting her weapon hang by the sling, she hefted the weapon, and then blindly fired a long burst. A lot more return fire impacted the wall and she fell back, huffing from the adrenaline and the realization she had almost gotten killed. They were pinned down. Even with the gun truck dead, they had to do something else. She handed Yen the squad auto, then brought up her carbine. She had to do this right. She leaned over, and got the position of the militia member before he fired back, missing her again, sending pieces of stone or concrete everywhere. She brought up the carbine, pointed at the wall, then leaned over until the red dot lined up with the militia member. She fired two shots and he was down. She leaned back, and more return fire tried to kill her. This was just bullshit she thought as she wiped her head. Now where? Ahh fuck. Directly in front of her.
“Anybody have a Willie Pete grenade?”
“Yeah.” Captain Juniper handed Tennenbaum hers.
“Thanks.”
Sergeant Tennenbaum looked at the impacts, and had to take the risk… she pulled the pin, then tossed it along the wall, the grenade flying about three quarters of the way down the wall, and she ducked back quickly, eliciting more fire. The grenade burst, missing the militia members, but the smoke effect was what she really wanted. If the tendrils of the grenade hit them so be it. She could hear them complaining about how they couldn’t see. The chemicals started small fires on the trash as the chemicals burned through.
“Sergeant.” Yen handed her a frag grenade. He was like-minded on this subject. Sergeant Tennenbaum smiled, pulled the pin, and tossed it past the Willie Pete smoke. The grenade went off, and two more screams sounded. Nice.
“Move forward Yen, slowly.”
“Roger.” He stood up, weapon questing for targets as he advanced to the right, the dead gun truck the only frame of reference he had at the moment.
She chopped her hand forward, selecting burst and using some probing fire. First she aimed at the chest level, then at the ground, where she assumed the militiamen would be. The weapon stopped, and the magazine dropped. She automatically reloaded while Yen covered their movement. They moved to what they could see, which was the gun truck. Clothes hung on some lines, but otherwise it was quiet. Captain Juniper mused that when the bullets started to fly, there weren’t any civvies around. Nothing else moved, or made a sound as they slowly advanced, dragging the prisoner along, who slightly whimpered at his treatment. Roycewicz mused that the prisoner was watching his buddies get shot right in front of him, and couldn’t do anything about it. He also really didn’t care about the prisoner other than he needed to stay alive.
“Anvil Six, Anvil Six, this is Harpy One-Two, requesting your location.”
“Harpy One-Two, Anvil Six, my position is east of the soccer field, vicinity the white smoke, currently moving west.” She heard the muffled whine of the APC as it flew around, looking for them.
“Anvil Six, roger, I have your location, ETA five minutes.”
“Anvil Six, roger.” Wasn’t that five minutes, ten minutes ago?
Yen moved to the corner, and quickly peeked, seeing nothing, empty. He moved forward, and walked slowly to the next corner, pointing his weapon down as he peeked around the next one. Clear. He raised it back up, searching as he moved to the next corner. He repeated the process, seeing it was clear. There was the soccer field. He hesitated, then moved when the CO motioned for him to go on. He slowly walked forward, and then heard the characteristic whine of the Texian APC, as it landed. Dust flew everywhere as the vehicle settled down on the ground. One of their LAVs provided gunship support as it orbited the area. The pilot had the sense to open his door, with the ramp extending downward right at them. Thank god for small favors as they broke into a run. If they took a buzzbomb, or grenade, then so be it, but they were going to at least try and get out of there alive.
“Move, don’t stop!” Captain Juniper yelled over the engine noise. Yen ran on, into the APC, as did the rest of the squad. They all flopped in their seats while Sergeant Westerman did a head count while everybody ran in, covering the rear with his weapon. Roycewicz muscled the prisoner into a seat, who still complained despite the gag. He slipped on the restraining straps, and made sure they were extra tight. No sense in going through all that trouble, then having him slip away.
“All in!” Sergeant Westerman yelled over the intercom, the pilot raising the ramp instantly, simultaneously increasing engine power for takeoff.
They were lucky as there was enough room for all to sit. They all sat there as the APC took off, panting and sweaty, and just overall nasty.
Captain Juniper sat there, and took off her helmet, removing her skull cap to let her hair breathe, letting the cool air dry off her face. Running a hand through her hair to allow the hair to get some freshness, the tassel in her hair slipped forward, then hung nearly vertical by her eye. At this point she didn’t care, as she leaned back, staring at the top of the compartment. Jeanne was going to pay for this, then they’d make up later, but she had someone’s ass to kick. Thirsty, she found the drink tube of her camelbak, and took a long drink, refreshingly cool after the heat buildup from running in the body armor.
Twenty minutes later the APC settled down, the ramp lowering as it powered down on the spaceport tarmac. They all stood up, collecting their equipment. Roycewicz unstrapped the prisoner, and then yanked him up, dragging him out of the APC. The sun was starting to rise to the east, and the sun’s rays started to play over the tarmac, and the mass of military vehicles parked there.
“Tennenbaum, make sure they clear their weapons after you handoff the prisoner.” She started to walk towards the JOC.
“Sir?”
Captain Juniper turned back, glaring. She was in the mood to burn somebody.
“What.”
“Your weapon, sir.” Sergeant Tennenbaum pointed nonchalantly at it, reminding her CO that she wasn’t part of the prisoner detail.
Captain Juniper stood there, feeling like an idiot. Stoically hanging her helmet by the strap on her body armor, she began to clear her weapon. She should follow her own orders, the desire for revenge clouding her judgment. She relaxed, and then cleared her weapon, showing her favorite squad leader that it was indeed, clear.
Sergeant Tennenbaum gave her CO a wry smile, and then moved her squad to the prisoner holding area. They dragged the still moaning prisoner along with them.
Captain Juniper turned around, and then stalked towards the JOC. She felt like ass, and needed a good shower, the morning heat wasn’t helping at all. She was just filled with anger. She walked into the JOC, walked into the S2 office, seeing Jeanne standing there.
“You fuck up again Lieutenant, and I will find a way to bust you down to a Private.” She said angrily, then turned on her heels and walked out.
She didn’t wait for a response, nor did she require one. The problem with having an affair with the woman that provided you Intel was that you felt guilty for being a bitch, and it probably wasn’t her fault anyway. But in this case, she felt it was cathartic given the morning’s events.
Acknowledgements/References
Special thanks to David Drake for allowing me to expand from his original conception of Hammers Slammers. No intent is to infringe on the original intellectual property, concepts, or designs. Any reference is copyrighted to him, I’m merely adding my two cents to the piggy bank. He can be reached at:
References:
webmaster@david-drake.com
“License to Kill: Privatizing the War on Terror” by Robert Young Pelton.
Again no attempt at infringement is made or intended, and all pertinent material is respective of its authors.
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