06-06-2014, 05:50 PM
"If you do not intend to use that, sir, tell me now."
The senior Caporal noticed Michael's distaste of the weapon, but also noted his familiar handling of it. He knew his way around weapons, but probably had no interest in taking a life...a privilege they could not entertain in the current situation. If he wasn't going to use it, they'd find a hand that would.
Michael's words were met with an approving nod by the Caporal and a few of the men. He was a curious one, to know so much of the Foreign Legion.
He looked at Dr Weston then nodded curtly and keyed the mic on his headset, "Sapper to my loc-stat ASAP. Breach of high-value case."
The news of the rebel leader's presence was met with a casual shrug; he was not their target, and in all likelyhood, he was at the center of the armed mob that had been making it's way from the hospital before their arrival. The commander of these sorts of groups ruled on charisma less then tactical skill; they had no place on the front line.
Jacques had limited contact with the Vegas at best; only through the one that had deigned to grace him with their presence, and with their presence the CCD electronic assets he had made a key part of the contract. And even then, there was a portion of the city he simply could not get a clear view of. They were up to something and didn't want him to know about it, which only further jeopardized the mission.
"I expect nothing less of you, Dr Weston. My medics are at your disposal."
With that Jacques cut the connection over the sat-phone, leaving them in the command of the senior Caporal of the section that had 'rescued' them. He seemed amused that she hadn't recognized his voice; it would be an interesting, if hopefully very fleeting, 'reunion' when she reached his fire-base.
It only took a few minutes for two more Legionnaires to find their way over, and once directed the pair moved over to the indicated cabinet and produced a plasma torch from their pack. "Allah willing, we shall have this open shortly ma'am. She is...temperamental."
One of the two sapper's patted the torch lovingly, then bent to the task. Two other Legionnaires pulled the dump pouches from their leg rigs, and within minutes the cabinet had been neatly cut open, and the alarm system had been fed a quick blast from the torch.
Task complete, the pair deferred to Torri as to what to toss into the sacks, and along with most of her other desired supplies (a white coat had been produced from a staff locker room near the nurse's station), they were on the move again.
The hospital had quickly been turned into organized chaos, with patients and some staff deciding to go with the Legion escort rather then remain in the city. Some patients sadly had to be left behind whether they wished to come or not; their conditions and wounds too severe to survive the move back to the extraction point.
The sounds of weapons fire outside was growing less sporadic as enemy numbers grew alarmingly and began to apply pressure to the Legion perimeter. The occasional round could be heard, and sometimes seen as a rain of sparks, as they struck the hard metal siding of the seized dump-trucks. What few ambulances that remained at the hospital were also taken, although most were likely used by the insurgents as command posts, utilizing the radios mounted within.
Those radios would be of little use to them though, as the radio to which they were all synch'd was destroyed by a Legionnaire's shotgun, much to the anger of the hospital staff that had decided to stay. The Legionnaires didn't much enjoy it, but the mission took priority, and disabling the enemy's command and control capabilities far outweighed the distaste of damaging hospital equipment.
Both Michael and Torri were ushered outside along with staff and patients and loaded into the backs of the trucks or ambulances accordingly. She would have her work cut out for her trying to run a triage in a moving convoy, but Jacques was trusting that she could find a way. Medics ran on foot or sat themselves one to a truck where their numbers allowed.
"We are leaving in five! East to checkpoint 2-5! Sat feed shows the way is clear, but not for long! Stay in the vehicles, keep your heads down pray our luck holds out!"
The caporal was with the men on foot, and he helped Michael and Torri climb into the open bed of the dump truck, "CCD VTOLs should be touching down in thirty to get us all out of this forsaken place!"
The next phase of the plan relied heavily on the CCD extraction team arriving on time, and with ample aircraft to pull the rest of the civilians, VIPs, and Legionnaires out. They would be under fire the whole way, but there was little other choice. It was a risky gambit, but the only one left to them.
The senior Caporal noticed Michael's distaste of the weapon, but also noted his familiar handling of it. He knew his way around weapons, but probably had no interest in taking a life...a privilege they could not entertain in the current situation. If he wasn't going to use it, they'd find a hand that would.
Michael's words were met with an approving nod by the Caporal and a few of the men. He was a curious one, to know so much of the Foreign Legion.
He looked at Dr Weston then nodded curtly and keyed the mic on his headset, "Sapper to my loc-stat ASAP. Breach of high-value case."
The news of the rebel leader's presence was met with a casual shrug; he was not their target, and in all likelyhood, he was at the center of the armed mob that had been making it's way from the hospital before their arrival. The commander of these sorts of groups ruled on charisma less then tactical skill; they had no place on the front line.
Jacques had limited contact with the Vegas at best; only through the one that had deigned to grace him with their presence, and with their presence the CCD electronic assets he had made a key part of the contract. And even then, there was a portion of the city he simply could not get a clear view of. They were up to something and didn't want him to know about it, which only further jeopardized the mission.
"I expect nothing less of you, Dr Weston. My medics are at your disposal."
With that Jacques cut the connection over the sat-phone, leaving them in the command of the senior Caporal of the section that had 'rescued' them. He seemed amused that she hadn't recognized his voice; it would be an interesting, if hopefully very fleeting, 'reunion' when she reached his fire-base.
It only took a few minutes for two more Legionnaires to find their way over, and once directed the pair moved over to the indicated cabinet and produced a plasma torch from their pack. "Allah willing, we shall have this open shortly ma'am. She is...temperamental."
One of the two sapper's patted the torch lovingly, then bent to the task. Two other Legionnaires pulled the dump pouches from their leg rigs, and within minutes the cabinet had been neatly cut open, and the alarm system had been fed a quick blast from the torch.
Task complete, the pair deferred to Torri as to what to toss into the sacks, and along with most of her other desired supplies (a white coat had been produced from a staff locker room near the nurse's station), they were on the move again.
The hospital had quickly been turned into organized chaos, with patients and some staff deciding to go with the Legion escort rather then remain in the city. Some patients sadly had to be left behind whether they wished to come or not; their conditions and wounds too severe to survive the move back to the extraction point.
The sounds of weapons fire outside was growing less sporadic as enemy numbers grew alarmingly and began to apply pressure to the Legion perimeter. The occasional round could be heard, and sometimes seen as a rain of sparks, as they struck the hard metal siding of the seized dump-trucks. What few ambulances that remained at the hospital were also taken, although most were likely used by the insurgents as command posts, utilizing the radios mounted within.
Those radios would be of little use to them though, as the radio to which they were all synch'd was destroyed by a Legionnaire's shotgun, much to the anger of the hospital staff that had decided to stay. The Legionnaires didn't much enjoy it, but the mission took priority, and disabling the enemy's command and control capabilities far outweighed the distaste of damaging hospital equipment.
Both Michael and Torri were ushered outside along with staff and patients and loaded into the backs of the trucks or ambulances accordingly. She would have her work cut out for her trying to run a triage in a moving convoy, but Jacques was trusting that she could find a way. Medics ran on foot or sat themselves one to a truck where their numbers allowed.
"We are leaving in five! East to checkpoint 2-5! Sat feed shows the way is clear, but not for long! Stay in the vehicles, keep your heads down pray our luck holds out!"
The caporal was with the men on foot, and he helped Michael and Torri climb into the open bed of the dump truck, "CCD VTOLs should be touching down in thirty to get us all out of this forsaken place!"
The next phase of the plan relied heavily on the CCD extraction team arriving on time, and with ample aircraft to pull the rest of the civilians, VIPs, and Legionnaires out. They would be under fire the whole way, but there was little other choice. It was a risky gambit, but the only one left to them.