Orion Countryside, Abruzicstan
Živ Occupied Home
0514 A.M.
Živ Occupied Home
0514 A.M.
Removed from the relentless rain showers of Životinje, and the hasty flash floods which were now threatening his modest home in Komenoge, Bojnik (Major) Grabowski was momentarily relieved that the only elements he would face today would be human in nature. The Orion's signature morning chill was beginning to grow on the thirty-seven year old Bojnik, in this - his second week deployed to Abruzicstan.
Apart of the Union Army and its belated entrance to the Abruzzi Theater, Grabowski reveled at the notion that while the cavalry arrived months ago (AC-Zaktrupa), he and his team of experts were now on the ground to change the direction of things with the sort of tact no other unit could. From the Air Corps Airborne Troopers (Zaktrupa) and Soldiers of the Regular Army, first the intelligible warriors were were plucked skillfully from the common grunt servicemen, but still yet further then that: Grabowski qualified for a field combative unit (FCU), a black ops unit named Task Force Pljačkaš.
He selected the locale with intended purpose, instead of congregating in a zone of relative safety - he commandeered a small house in a village considered to be a stronghold of the rebel insurgency. Hog tied in the corner slept the home owner, perhaps a rebel or perhaps not Grabowski would present the tethered man as such. The 'Prisoner' took Bojnik Grabowski's advice to sleep through the night, the mans snores reverberated with reliable steadiness. Grabowski felt no animosity or hate towards this detained heap of a man, the prisoner was but a set piece in this rag tag stage meant for a dialogue between trained killers.
There were no politicians present from Životinje, only denizens of the black ops community. Grabowski reported only to Directer Gurevich of the Unija Istraživanje Službeni (UIS), Životinje's infamous Military Intelligence organization. Splayed on the table were various photographs and bios gathered by the AC-Zaktrupa already three month long reconnaissance operations in country. Some of scarred or estranged rebels, many were native Police and Military, but most interestingly he had a catalog of Belmontien Officials of private and public status.
Guests, if they could be referred to as such, were greeted with somber nods and strong embracing hand shakes. Grabowski motioned the Abruzzi cluster to take their seats, where he and his clique were already situated. Stirring in the corner, the owner of the grim abode whimpered momentarily before being kicked in the side with an iron toed boot. Shot glasses were readily available in the rooms center, slowly diminishing by thirsty Zivs who knew it was never too early to begin drinking when one was at war. This was a doctrinal belief, Union Troops were entrusted with the privilege of consuming alcohol even in the theater of war, a risky policy for young soldiers, but almost never a problem for the experienced veterans of Task Force Pljačkaš.
"Gentleman, such is a delicate habitat we find ourselves in. The Air Troopers have been here for months rebuilding and securing this countryside independently of your countrymen and coalition forces, and I gather this has been distressing for your Government since our arrival here." Grabowski began. "Today is not an opportunity to show the press we know how to smile and make nice, collectively with you, we are strictly Warriors who have both the tools and situational know how to set this nations direction how we so choose."