Project BlackStorm
By DMZ
Volume II
Sammit turned back to the map and started calculating the coordinates of the distress radio call. As he
moved the magnifying glass across the paper, he noticed that an area of the map was unrecognisable.
He didn’t pay much attention to it until now, but as he compared the coordinates of the distress call with
the hidden area he became more and more curious about what the place was. He didn’t say anything to
the rest of the team and wrote the coordinates on a piece of paper. He slipped it into his front pocket
when nobody was looking. Now that the surprise was off, the team resumed their normal activity.
Sammit felt Trisha standing next to him, examining the map over his shoulder. Sammit turned to her and
whispered:
“You know you cannot come to extract them, don’t you?” he nodded at her arm. Trisha followed his
gaze and mouthed a “Yes”. She then pointed towards the hidden area on the map without saying a
word. Sammit shook his shoulders and left the table. He quickly went over the heat monitoring systems
before going to the digital board with the map on and writing down the coordinates for the rogue team.
Everyone in the room turned as he started talking:
“The team we need to get is here, about 70 clicks from here. What’s the status of the chopper?” Takhan
stepped forward with a clipboard and went over it before answering:
“Well, the bird is in excellent condition, we’ve got enough fuel and weaponry to last for a while,” he
handed the clipboard to Sammit and sat down on one of the chairs. Sammit briefly examined the
clipboard, checked a few marks here and there before putting it down. He looked over the whole team:
“Any volunteers?” Takhan grinned and immediately raised his hand. Sammit was amused for a moment:
“You’re going anyway genius. Any other volunteers?” Sammit saw a multitude of hands. Every Lancer
had his hand up. Trisha didn’t raise her hand for obvious reasons and Misha didn’t really seem to know
what to do. After some thought Sammit pointed out Johnson and Volkov. Nobody knew exactly how
many people they had to pick up. The distress call dated back a few weeks and was a recording.
“Permission to speak sir?” Johnson stepped forward. Sammit nodded.
“What are the chances of the team still being alive? The transmission is not exactly recent.” A deafening
silence filled the room. Sammit didn’t really know what to answer.
“Let’s just try and find them. Especially since we have the resources.” Sammit took the body armour
from the shelf and fastened it on himself. “We leave in T minus 20.” He left the room.
Exactly 20 minutes later Sammit sat inside the transport chopper. Volkov and Johnson were not inside
yet, setting up and checking the mounted weaponry with Takhan. Sammit was examining the map,
comparing it to the GPS data when he noticed someone was standing in front of him. He slowly raised
