Post by joshuachrisstoff on Sept 25, 2011 0:41:09 GMT -5
After Petraeus is Book 24 of 43 starts.
20 are now complete, including this completed last night.
Two excerpts, I would dearly love to post the entire work but I have resisted it, I hope.
Traveler is the codename for the prime prisoner sprung from this Spanish prison. He apparently is the key link involved in the kidnapping of the famous Petraeus in the last book. This is not Pt 2 but simply what followed on. He thinks he is being rescued, he never finds out he is to be mercilessly interrogated at Gitmo. Whoops!
How he got in, what he was charged or convicted of is not defined. T1, +4 other 6 man teams lead by MC and MC#2, Wulfgang von Wulf and Bet are charged with the prison break. 32 spec operatives in all. How Wulf approaches this is as always, BOLD, blowing three doors out of the brick building, releasing all 1,000 odd prisoners. Wulf is not showy or shy. It wasn’t the spectacular nature he desired, it was the release of all the prisoners to create chaos, disorder and confusion. He succeeded.
Immediately prior he fires a charge at the main railway station and dislodges a passenger engine. This terrorist attack attracts all police on duty and reserves. No one could suspect a second terror attack, an hour later, could they?
I am interested in how you see it. Nothing is off limits, although I am less interested in spelling and grammar and grandpa, more interested in if this grabs my audience, whoever Mil/Esp/SpecOps appeals to.
130 words
“T9, T1 you are in reservetravelerer group will have backup from T11.” Seth had this going through his head.
Like a game of chess, the worst thing you could ever do is panic when something unexpected happens. Seth had the most excellent backup in leadership terms of Bet and me, but the other team leads would probably stand up and group lead if we were to all fall. Sometimes an enemy will do the stupidest thing, your role is to recognise it for what it is and grab an advantage, but go too fast or too slow and you can lose a lot of troops or the whole game. Leadership is not for pussycats.
“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, fire.” Seth said and it was very close to simultaneously.
341 words shortly after.
Bet has travelerer on the street, up a dark and blind alley. It was a terrible place to be trapped but it was a helluva place to defend. Seth and me were the only two with shoulder rucksacks. We ditched the packs although securely, 30 people looked like an organised group and we didn’t need that.
Seth and 5 were across the street looking for strange behaviour. There was plenty of that as prisoners were doing smash and grabs, getting cash from anyone and everyone. I couldn’t remove my jacket, that would expose the Glocks, but I could and did roll the sleeves up on both arms declaring the improved special forces tattoo we invented for the Oz trip. Both forearms had it and it was in place of the watch and compass. I wanted to display it to get noticed, seen, as a member of that gang. The evidence we left behind had to be convincing and if we could keep our damned American mouths shut, then the odd Tovarich, Da and Nyet might just point in the opposite direction. There was no love lost between the Spanish and the Russians and if this was a high value asset like a bunch of people kept saying, then the Russians might risk a daring raid to get him. After all was said and done, they had terrorists issues themselves.
Our team and all the team members were affixed with the temporary tattoos. Each had an extra one to put on the sixteen designated escapees we were helping. Back of the hand for them but we all did our best to expose them low on our wrists.
“Tovarich, Da and Nyet. You must use these within range of the public. Have animated discussions where you use these loudly. This is critical for our strategy.” I said into my radio, hoping that most were still within range. They were pros, all of them, they would know all the strategy backwards. I was just banging my gums to relieve stress I shouldn’t be feeling.
20 are now complete, including this completed last night.
Two excerpts, I would dearly love to post the entire work but I have resisted it, I hope.
Traveler is the codename for the prime prisoner sprung from this Spanish prison. He apparently is the key link involved in the kidnapping of the famous Petraeus in the last book. This is not Pt 2 but simply what followed on. He thinks he is being rescued, he never finds out he is to be mercilessly interrogated at Gitmo. Whoops!
How he got in, what he was charged or convicted of is not defined. T1, +4 other 6 man teams lead by MC and MC#2, Wulfgang von Wulf and Bet are charged with the prison break. 32 spec operatives in all. How Wulf approaches this is as always, BOLD, blowing three doors out of the brick building, releasing all 1,000 odd prisoners. Wulf is not showy or shy. It wasn’t the spectacular nature he desired, it was the release of all the prisoners to create chaos, disorder and confusion. He succeeded.
Immediately prior he fires a charge at the main railway station and dislodges a passenger engine. This terrorist attack attracts all police on duty and reserves. No one could suspect a second terror attack, an hour later, could they?
I am interested in how you see it. Nothing is off limits, although I am less interested in spelling and grammar and grandpa, more interested in if this grabs my audience, whoever Mil/Esp/SpecOps appeals to.
130 words
“T9, T1 you are in reservetravelerer group will have backup from T11.” Seth had this going through his head.
Like a game of chess, the worst thing you could ever do is panic when something unexpected happens. Seth had the most excellent backup in leadership terms of Bet and me, but the other team leads would probably stand up and group lead if we were to all fall. Sometimes an enemy will do the stupidest thing, your role is to recognise it for what it is and grab an advantage, but go too fast or too slow and you can lose a lot of troops or the whole game. Leadership is not for pussycats.
“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, fire.” Seth said and it was very close to simultaneously.
341 words shortly after.
Bet has travelerer on the street, up a dark and blind alley. It was a terrible place to be trapped but it was a helluva place to defend. Seth and me were the only two with shoulder rucksacks. We ditched the packs although securely, 30 people looked like an organised group and we didn’t need that.
Seth and 5 were across the street looking for strange behaviour. There was plenty of that as prisoners were doing smash and grabs, getting cash from anyone and everyone. I couldn’t remove my jacket, that would expose the Glocks, but I could and did roll the sleeves up on both arms declaring the improved special forces tattoo we invented for the Oz trip. Both forearms had it and it was in place of the watch and compass. I wanted to display it to get noticed, seen, as a member of that gang. The evidence we left behind had to be convincing and if we could keep our damned American mouths shut, then the odd Tovarich, Da and Nyet might just point in the opposite direction. There was no love lost between the Spanish and the Russians and if this was a high value asset like a bunch of people kept saying, then the Russians might risk a daring raid to get him. After all was said and done, they had terrorists issues themselves.
Our team and all the team members were affixed with the temporary tattoos. Each had an extra one to put on the sixteen designated escapees we were helping. Back of the hand for them but we all did our best to expose them low on our wrists.
“Tovarich, Da and Nyet. You must use these within range of the public. Have animated discussions where you use these loudly. This is critical for our strategy.” I said into my radio, hoping that most were still within range. They were pros, all of them, they would know all the strategy backwards. I was just banging my gums to relieve stress I shouldn’t be feeling.