06-04-2014, 08:40 PM
The Legionnaires came through the door ready for trouble but finding none. Just their VIPs, Michael and Torri, looking a bit worse for wear. Torri especially. Michael's posture was written off as nothing to be concerned about by the Legionnaires; none had the foggiest how close they had come to dying.
Two men immediately doubled back out into the hallway to watch for any trouble there, while four others moved deeper into the ward to see if there was anyone left in the area needing help, or if there were any hostiles lingering in the area.
Two stayed with Michael and Torri, one providing over-watch, while the Caporal pulled an archaic (mid-20's) sat-phone from a dump pouch on his hip. He quickly thumbed the right number, and held it out to Michael, "Last I heard, Sir, the Middle East is in flames. They caught you fools with your pants down somehow."
He glanced at Torri and grinned proudly, "The CEO did, Ma'am. On request of your Custody of Defense boys. Now we have to move, Ma'am, Sir. Satellites show a lot of these damnded infidels moving this way. Thousands of them."
The situation outside was looking grim, as the numbers of insurgents in the area was rapidly climbing. The thin defensive line the Legionnaires had set was, so far, holding them at bay with only the occasional exchange of fire. It seemed neither group wanted to fight around the hospital, but once they started moving that would change fast.
The sat phone rang once before being answered by a man with a french accent. The background was filled with the sounds of raging fires. Their weapons were silent though; hidden as they were amid the flames and fires, their presence was still unknown to the enemy. Something else that would change once the assault group had moved away from the hospital.
"Monsieur Vellas. I am told yourself and the lovely mademoiselle Weston are currently in the company of my Legionnaires? Should you wish to see a new sunrise, I request you give them your full cooperation. This is a Légion Première operation."
His tone was distracted but pleasant; he had little doubt that Michael would cooperate, but it needed to be said. His plans were already on thin ice thanks to the delay caused by the late arriving Vega operative and his delayed and incomplete access to satellites.
"Some of your men insisted on accompanying my assault group to your location. They are currently my men, until such time as this operation has been completed. Your Vegas, however, should begin to pull back to wherever they wish to go. I doubt they will be able to provide much assistance from here on out. Mademoiselle Weston shall task herself to oversea the wounded civilians and the medical staff that are accompanying you from the hospital, in the motorcade. My medics are spread thin."
For a civilian, he was very demanding of official government personnel, especially considering they were on the CCD's turf, but he had no interest in arguing. The Caporal and his partner both pulled SIG Sauer pistols from their drop holsters and held the weapons out to Torri and Michael, handles first.
Two men immediately doubled back out into the hallway to watch for any trouble there, while four others moved deeper into the ward to see if there was anyone left in the area needing help, or if there were any hostiles lingering in the area.
Two stayed with Michael and Torri, one providing over-watch, while the Caporal pulled an archaic (mid-20's) sat-phone from a dump pouch on his hip. He quickly thumbed the right number, and held it out to Michael, "Last I heard, Sir, the Middle East is in flames. They caught you fools with your pants down somehow."
He glanced at Torri and grinned proudly, "The CEO did, Ma'am. On request of your Custody of Defense boys. Now we have to move, Ma'am, Sir. Satellites show a lot of these damnded infidels moving this way. Thousands of them."
The situation outside was looking grim, as the numbers of insurgents in the area was rapidly climbing. The thin defensive line the Legionnaires had set was, so far, holding them at bay with only the occasional exchange of fire. It seemed neither group wanted to fight around the hospital, but once they started moving that would change fast.
The sat phone rang once before being answered by a man with a french accent. The background was filled with the sounds of raging fires. Their weapons were silent though; hidden as they were amid the flames and fires, their presence was still unknown to the enemy. Something else that would change once the assault group had moved away from the hospital.
"Monsieur Vellas. I am told yourself and the lovely mademoiselle Weston are currently in the company of my Legionnaires? Should you wish to see a new sunrise, I request you give them your full cooperation. This is a Légion Première operation."
His tone was distracted but pleasant; he had little doubt that Michael would cooperate, but it needed to be said. His plans were already on thin ice thanks to the delay caused by the late arriving Vega operative and his delayed and incomplete access to satellites.
"Some of your men insisted on accompanying my assault group to your location. They are currently my men, until such time as this operation has been completed. Your Vegas, however, should begin to pull back to wherever they wish to go. I doubt they will be able to provide much assistance from here on out. Mademoiselle Weston shall task herself to oversea the wounded civilians and the medical staff that are accompanying you from the hospital, in the motorcade. My medics are spread thin."
For a civilian, he was very demanding of official government personnel, especially considering they were on the CCD's turf, but he had no interest in arguing. The Caporal and his partner both pulled SIG Sauer pistols from their drop holsters and held the weapons out to Torri and Michael, handles first.