Vrijpoort
Establishing Nation
West Zara, near the border with East Zara - 02.17h
The last few kilometers had been on foot. The small squad had crossed the border from Vrijpoort a few days earlier in separate vehicles. Their paperwork showed them as Vrijpoorters with Pannonian permanent residence - homeowners who lived in the cheaper suburbs of West Zara. Deeper into West Zara they had made contact with a tour guide, locals loyal to Vrijpoort either due to padded bank accounts or ideological attachment to the city-state. Usually they were helpful for obtaining cash, a vehicle, perhaps a hand gun. This squad, elite commandos of Section 31, were not the average visitors to a Divisie Twee (Division Two) safe house.
Explosives and machine guns had been handed over and hidden in a modest looking car. The guide had shown them on a regional map which roads to take. Avoid here and there, for there were road blocks. Don't drive through this village because they sympathise with the ZLA, but driving through that one should be fine - no one would report a strange car with a few men inside.
This unit's mission was clear, relatively simple and not for the faint of heart - standard Vrijpoort soldiers would balk at the task, possibly even report it. These men were different. They were recruited to not ask questions and keep morals out of the office.
It was the middle of the night. The area was rural but their night march had brought them to the outskirts of a small town straddling a river. Across the river just a few kilometers further east was the border with East Zara. Largely invisible but these days not as much due to the appearance of the Zaran Liberation Army. Divisie Twee intelligence, gathered from their extensive network in Pannonia, currently placed little threat of significant ZLA action in West Zara. But the prognosis was that this could easily change in short order.
'I'll take the bridge with Peters. You two head to the hospital. It's two blocks from where we'll be. Set timers now. We meet back here to detonate. Company wants visual confirmation, not just satellite. Fucking latins are keeping our birds out of the sky.'
The four men split into pairs and slipped into the sleepy town. Their packs were heavy with the gear and explosives, but they were soon to lighten their load.
The first pair of men planted the explosives on the underside of the bridge. A two-lane structure probably built a good 60 plus years ago. There was a Pannonian Army checkpoint on their side of the bridge, but it was just a couple of young soldiers who were smoking and chatting. They didn't seem to hear the two commandos below them.
Two blocks away at the hospital the second pair of Section 31 commandos easily got inside. The original brief had called for total destruction of the hospital, but it had been downgraded as the amount of explosives required for that wasn't feasible with such a small unit. They opted for the ground floor and the backup generators nearby. The security guard was busy watching porn; cutting the wires to the CCTV was child's play.
'What about the body?' one of the commando's asked the other when they were back outside the hospital.
'Get the guard to come out. I'll take care of it.'
The first commando threw pebbles at the window of the guard's office. The guard looked up from his phone screen and then heard a car alarm. He begrudgingly got up and grabbed his flashlight.
He stepped outside and started to make his way through the parked cars, but the alarm he had heard was no longer sounding.
Before he could react to the pistol pressing against his backside, the guard was slammed into the pavement, his head slamming violently down face-first. If the force of that impact hadn't killed him, it surely kept him quiet. The other commando came out of the shadows and helped carry the body back into the hospital. They worked quickly and silently. They stripped the guard of his clothes and dressed him in a ZLA uniform. The first commando took out a Pannonian Army standard issue pistol with a silencer affixed. He shot the guard twice in the chest and checked his pulse to be sure he was dead. They didn't need to worry about his face being recognised as the impending detonation would leave little resemblance of the guard.
The guard's old clothes were packed away in their field bags. The body was positioned in the hall and the two commandos left.
Back at the meeting point, a kilometer out of town, the four men met up. The leader didn't need to ask. He knew his men had accomplished their mission - at least the first half.
'Hospital first. We want the soldiers to start crossing the bridge to get there. Then we take the bridge out.' The leader took out the detonator and activated it.
They waited for the explosion. Enough to completely gut the ground floor of the hospital and start a raging fire. While unlikely to collapse the building, few inside would likely be able to escape...
OOC: @Bajorország as discussed, let's use the dice roll to keep it interesting. Since there are two targets, I guess that means two rolls? Not sure how it works but I'll leave that to you.
The last few kilometers had been on foot. The small squad had crossed the border from Vrijpoort a few days earlier in separate vehicles. Their paperwork showed them as Vrijpoorters with Pannonian permanent residence - homeowners who lived in the cheaper suburbs of West Zara. Deeper into West Zara they had made contact with a tour guide, locals loyal to Vrijpoort either due to padded bank accounts or ideological attachment to the city-state. Usually they were helpful for obtaining cash, a vehicle, perhaps a hand gun. This squad, elite commandos of Section 31, were not the average visitors to a Divisie Twee (Division Two) safe house.
Explosives and machine guns had been handed over and hidden in a modest looking car. The guide had shown them on a regional map which roads to take. Avoid here and there, for there were road blocks. Don't drive through this village because they sympathise with the ZLA, but driving through that one should be fine - no one would report a strange car with a few men inside.
This unit's mission was clear, relatively simple and not for the faint of heart - standard Vrijpoort soldiers would balk at the task, possibly even report it. These men were different. They were recruited to not ask questions and keep morals out of the office.
It was the middle of the night. The area was rural but their night march had brought them to the outskirts of a small town straddling a river. Across the river just a few kilometers further east was the border with East Zara. Largely invisible but these days not as much due to the appearance of the Zaran Liberation Army. Divisie Twee intelligence, gathered from their extensive network in Pannonia, currently placed little threat of significant ZLA action in West Zara. But the prognosis was that this could easily change in short order.
'I'll take the bridge with Peters. You two head to the hospital. It's two blocks from where we'll be. Set timers now. We meet back here to detonate. Company wants visual confirmation, not just satellite. Fucking latins are keeping our birds out of the sky.'
The four men split into pairs and slipped into the sleepy town. Their packs were heavy with the gear and explosives, but they were soon to lighten their load.
The first pair of men planted the explosives on the underside of the bridge. A two-lane structure probably built a good 60 plus years ago. There was a Pannonian Army checkpoint on their side of the bridge, but it was just a couple of young soldiers who were smoking and chatting. They didn't seem to hear the two commandos below them.
Two blocks away at the hospital the second pair of Section 31 commandos easily got inside. The original brief had called for total destruction of the hospital, but it had been downgraded as the amount of explosives required for that wasn't feasible with such a small unit. They opted for the ground floor and the backup generators nearby. The security guard was busy watching porn; cutting the wires to the CCTV was child's play.
'What about the body?' one of the commando's asked the other when they were back outside the hospital.
'Get the guard to come out. I'll take care of it.'
The first commando threw pebbles at the window of the guard's office. The guard looked up from his phone screen and then heard a car alarm. He begrudgingly got up and grabbed his flashlight.
He stepped outside and started to make his way through the parked cars, but the alarm he had heard was no longer sounding.
Before he could react to the pistol pressing against his backside, the guard was slammed into the pavement, his head slamming violently down face-first. If the force of that impact hadn't killed him, it surely kept him quiet. The other commando came out of the shadows and helped carry the body back into the hospital. They worked quickly and silently. They stripped the guard of his clothes and dressed him in a ZLA uniform. The first commando took out a Pannonian Army standard issue pistol with a silencer affixed. He shot the guard twice in the chest and checked his pulse to be sure he was dead. They didn't need to worry about his face being recognised as the impending detonation would leave little resemblance of the guard.
The guard's old clothes were packed away in their field bags. The body was positioned in the hall and the two commandos left.
Back at the meeting point, a kilometer out of town, the four men met up. The leader didn't need to ask. He knew his men had accomplished their mission - at least the first half.
'Hospital first. We want the soldiers to start crossing the bridge to get there. Then we take the bridge out.' The leader took out the detonator and activated it.
They waited for the explosion. Enough to completely gut the ground floor of the hospital and start a raging fire. While unlikely to collapse the building, few inside would likely be able to escape...
OOC: @Bajorország as discussed, let's use the dice roll to keep it interesting. Since there are two targets, I guess that means two rolls? Not sure how it works but I'll leave that to you.
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