‘Silent noise’ emitted by the Royal Marines signallers kit was preventing any radio or microwave transmission or reception from the Russian position without alerting them. The marines two gun groups and sniper had moved into covering positions prior to the assault group moving to their jump off points.
Sliding below the cam nets and positioning themselves atop the communication trenches walls by both buildings the marines awaited the next sentry change. Lying immobile upon the snow sapped the warmth from the marines as they waited, threatening to trigger the body’s automatic defence of protecting the core organs by restricting blood flow to their limbs.
The outer door to both buildings opened simultaneously as sods law dictated that a communications technician would choose that moment to relieve himself in the toilet in the other building. With both buildings facing one another it meant both the sentry going on duty and the technician saw the danger to the other at about the same time as the Royal Marines Commandos slid down into the trench behind their respective man. The wind muffled the noise as mittened hands covered mouths and two knives were thrust home into the target's larynxes.
In the sentry’s position an impatient soldier looked down the communication trench for his relief. He was about to use the field telephone link to hurry the man up when a figure, huddled against the wind came into view.
Corporal Rory Alladay, RM, was not happy about his task, but the stakes were high and that did not leave any room for humanitarianism, at a range of eight feet he raised his weapon and opened fire on the Russian soldiers stood close together in the fighting position.
At both entrances to the two buildings the outer and inner doors were wrenched open. Grenades preceded the way into the living quarters, Lance Corporal Micky Field crouched beside the outer door until the grenades had gone off, then he rose and pushed at the inward opening outer door but the blast had jammed it shut. With another marine they both forced the door open and found the inner door half hanging off. As the marine with him came in view of the rooms dark interior there was a burst of automatic fire that pinned Micky beneath his colleague who had been hit in the head and chest, dying without a sound. The grenades had destroyed the lighting within the building and whilst Micky scrambled to disentangle himself a CS gas grenade was lobbed deep into the room whilst marines in the communication trench began firing into the room, with no target visible they were firing blind. He had just freed himself when an object thrown from inside the room hit the wall between the inner and outer doors and landed beside him. Micky had a split second of recognition before the Russian fragmentation grenade exploded.
Major Dewar had received confirmation that the building containing the communications equipment had been taken without casualties; however he had four men down at the second building. With no intelligence as to the opposition facing them, the M&AW Cadre had arrived fully prepared to take on a larger opposition force; he was however not prepared to lose any of his men to no purpose. Both his gun groups opened fire, providing cover as the two marines wounded by the grenade that had killed Micky were extracted from the communications trench. L/Cpl Field along with the first marine to be killed were left in place.
The 66mm LAW is no longer in general service with British forces; its inability to defeat the armour of a modern MBT caused its replacement. A ‘66’ may not be able to fulfil its intended role but as a one shot piece of artillery it remains as a handy piece of kit for special forces, not that the M&AW Cadre would be pretentious enough to call themselves such.
In the communications building the satellite gear was moved to the far wall, protected by the bodies of the technician and Russian colonel draped across them before the marines withdrew, once clear the accommodation building was destroyed with two 66s.
Some fifteen minutes later the safe had been opened and Major Dewar pocketed a CD rom disc from inside and handed his signaller a series of times, bearings and angles above the horizon to transmit.
In the living room of the house, Audey Lee Mallory did not notice the smell of stale air from sweaty bodies and cigarettes as he watched a football game on the television. Keeping an eye on the laptops screen whilst monitoring their police scanner and watching the game too, was one of his subordinates. The other three members of the team were sleeping in the back room, two because they had pulled the night shift, one because he was drunk.
Audey was the product of a poor background and misspent school years, as were the others in the house with him today. Audey was one of those people who did not blame himself for the low wage jobs that had been his lot since leaving school; it was far easier to blame someone else.
He had been ripe for recruitment to the FA, an organisation that blamed blacks and Jew’s for all their woes. Their solution and recipe for an all-white America was the overthrow of the very organisation that kept blacks and Jew’s interests ahead of their own, the elected government.
The Audey’s of the world were not the sole membership of the FA, you can excuse to an extent Audey’s discontent, but the others, the hierarchy are harder to understand. In the same way it is difficult to understand how intelligent, well educated men and women, could believe an approaching comet was really a space ship, come to pluck they alone from the planets face and suicide was the way to passport control, so too is understanding how similarly gifted people can believe in the inbreeding of fascism.
FA had in their leadership, men and women with letters after their names.
Audey and Co were the foot soldiers, awaiting the code word that would signal the delivery of very powerful explosive devices to varying targets nationwide. Audey’s group was delivering their device to the banking centre of New York. The suitcase and remote control were concealed in the basement along with an impressive arsenal of small arms, which Audey had decided they would use once the bomb had exploded to create some more mayhem along Wall Street.
The latest security check had been sent some minutes before and the laptop operator decided to use the time out in the game as opportunity to take a leak.
Audey leant back and stretched, his head turned toward the sidewall as he did so. He paused and starred at the sidewall, he had not noticed that it had a bulge in it before, only a slight one but there just the same. Rising from the sofa and crossing the room he put his hand upon it and pushed.
Ben Dupre could not resist being in at the kill, he was not a part of the operational command structure and wanted to be the first to speak to his deceased agents ‘boyfriend’, one Audey Lee Mallory.
He was in the neighbouring house to that of the FA suspects, amongst members of one of his organisation's SWAT teams. Unlike them he was not clad in body armour and packing an MP5. They may have been ‘loaded for bear’ but Ben had only his elderly but trusty .38 revolver. It was no longer FBI issue but as the organisations chief he felt he could bend the rules, after all, he was never likely to have to use it.
The plan of action was to have an ATF agent deliver a Pizza to the front door as both persons in the living room would then be drawn away from the laptop. The fact that one had not been ordered would not be critical; it was merely a diversion.
Once both suspects were engaged at the door the entry teams would crash through the dividing wall and the rear windows to the bedrooms. The rear entry team was still a hundred metres away awaiting the approach of the deliveryman before moving to their assault positions.