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The line between good and evil is often blurred. The Blacktide PMC knows that better than most. They're called in when a kingdom wants plausible deniability on an affair between kingdoms. Warhound had been a part of a Valean Military Special...
White Fang Compound, Eastern Vale 0300 hours Valean Special Forces Unit Night-Nine, of the Valean Navy's SPECWAR Sea, Air, and Land Team 9 (Vale Navy SEAL Team 9) Master Chief Petty Officer Robert 'Warhound' Wolfe
The night was silent, save for the barely audible noise coming from the rotors of 3 UH-60M Blackhawk helicopters, loaded with Soldiers wearing Tan Military Uniforms, identifying them as Valean Navy SEALS from the Valean military garrison about 20 Kilometers north of the region.
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On board, the members of the elite Night-Nine prepped their weapons, making sure their M4A1s were all set. The helos were silent, as one of them, shining out due to the M249 SAW the SEAL was carrying, looking at a photo of him with a woman, another man, and two little kids.
"Come on, Wolfe, still worried about your family?" One of the SEALs, armed with an M4A1 outfitted with an M203 Grenade Launcher.
"More so my niece and nephew than those two pieces of shit." The SEAL called Wolfe said as he put the photo away and the lights on the Blackhawk turned red.
"Alright, we're 5 minutes out from the target Landing zone. A recap for those of you who forget, the target is one Commander Adam Taurus of the White Fang Terrorist Network. VIN and the Atlesians have been hunting this bastard for the last 5 years. The last time someone tried to take this bastard out was 2 years ago by Huntress Summer Rose, so naturally a lot of huntsmen and huntresses wanted in. We find this Faunus terrorist and eliminate him, then we blow the compound sky high. Dallas, Wolffe, Collins, and Wallis, run security as we begin clearing the houses inside the compound while Harris, Rayburn, Adler, and I clear the buildings. Let's roll!" The Team Leader, Commander Elias Stone, barked as the Blackhawks hovered above the target LZ, allowing the SEALs to rappel down and begin to move on the target. The Spec Ops soldiers moved swiftly, spread out in a loose diamond formation, before Harris, who was running point, signaled for the group to stop, as a patrol of six White Fang Fighters, armed with AK47s from the days of the Faunus Revolution, walked by.
"Wait for them to pass. Willis and his team will take care of them." Stone whispered, referring to the second team of SEALs from Night-Nine on the ground that night. When the patrol passed, the SEALs continued forward, arriving at the cliff side overlooking the compound.
"Dallas, call in command and let them know we have eyes on WF Compound, requesting a Willie-Pete Strike." Stone ordered their radioman. Dallas nodded as he switched frequencies.
"Backlash, this is Condor calling in a WP Strike on WFC, 600 meters, authorization Zulu-Tango-9-7-Bravo-6-Foxtrot, over." Dallas said, as Wolfe looked down at the compound. Suddenly, the roar of engines was heard, as The SEAL Machine Gunner spotted a patrol of three MiG-21 Fighter Jets fly overhead, although he also noticed that the compound was too quiet. Suddenly, the whoosh of a different engine was heard, as the SEALs watched an B-109 Scattercannon fly over the compound, deploy it's load of White Phosphorus Chemical Gas.
