05-27-2014, 10:49 PM
Fresh columns of smoke had erupted along the Freetown skyline, but the brunt of the violence seemed to part around the embassy district, thanks in no small part to the security detail of the Chinese embassy. The Moroccan embassy, and various other African ones that dominated the Loop road, hadn't the expertise or equipment to accomplish what the Chinese could, and most of them were more focused on packing up and preparing to leave.
The Moroccan embassy's official inhabitants were of the same thought; files had already been destroyed, computers wiped, and belongings packed. They would not be staying long either; official word from Morocco was that they had no official stance on the Sierra Leone situation. There was already arguements back home about what to do about the deceased President Knezevic's wife and children.
Capitane Antić's convoy had returned a short time ago, the freshly acquired trucks parked near the embassy proper. Their trip back to the embassy had been...hairy...as the fresh holes in the sides of those trucks indicated, and two Legionnaires stood in the backs of either, running houses to clear the blood off the rough wood slates that made the floor of the cargo area.
The front foyer of the Moroccan embassy, a high ceiling'd and cool space, had been made into a temporary morgue, where over a dozen bodies were kept within bodybags or under sheets and tarps. Ak100s of the Presidential Guard were laid on the chests of many of the bodies, but four held the service rifles of the Legion.
Of the dozen Presidential Guards that had been rescued from the State Lodge, only two had survived the drive back to the embassy, and those two had found a new found purpose after their poor display in service to their government.
The conference room off the main foyer had been repurposed as a field hospital. The boardroom table had been assembled with six smaller tables pushed together, the fact hidden under a nice tablecloth. They had been re-positioned and re-purposed as surgical tables, where Legion medics, the Toubibs, and the embassy's in-house doctor worked tirelessly to patch up the wounded.
The arrival of the Hell Cats and their VIP was met by Capitan Antić and a Legionnaire serving as his assistant.
Capitan Antić met Natalie and Ekene as they both dismounted, although the man was understandably distracted by whatever was going on over his radio and displayed on his Landwarriors. "Miss Grey. Can you confirm how many pers are employed at St. James' School?"
He glanced away for a moment, one hand touching his ear, then clapped an adjacent Legionnaire, "Plane's off the ground. Four hours to jump. Government-loyal military are moving mostly unopposed. They should have the city secured by nightfall. Spread the word."
He looked back to her and Entec, "Your boy there has a bad hand? Lets get you both inside and checked out."
He waved off his assistant to go check in on the rest of the newly arrived team.
Armed Legionnaires and Embassy guards manned the perimeter wall, watching for signs of trouble, while others moved to or from various Légion Première vehicles, either preparing to depart or actually in the process of leaving. They had no shortage of work to be done, and were desperately short staffed; none of them had had much of a break since they woke up that morning.
Ambassador Stankic stood in the foyer, trying her best not to look at the bodies that occupied one side of the room. Gone was all the expensive furniture that had once been housed there; it was stacked outside, as best out-of-the-way as they could manage for the moment.
The Legion had been stacking an ever growing amount of stress on the woman since their arrival only a few short hours ago, and she was trying to take a break from ongoing 'discussions' with her government regarding the children of the deceased president. His wife, Esi, still had a role to play in trying to keep her country's government from dissolving completely, but the Legion wanted the kids moved with the Ambassador and her staff back to Morocco for safe keeping.
She stood talking quietly with some of her staff, trying to ignore the pair of Presidential Guard that stood flanking the door to the make-shift surgery; Esi was within being tended to still; she had been beaten rather soundly, but there was no signs of serious injury.
Capitan Antić's assistant stepped up to Caporal Contee and Jay, moving to take Jay's arm to help the man start limping towards the surgical suite, passing on the relevant information. Legion members had secured the handful of Red Cross projects in the country; luckily, they hadn't been priority targets for the Temne. All but the St James School, which had been paid a visit by Temne soldiers searching for Natalie. Sierra Leonean soldiers, loyal to the government, had arrived in the city and were pushing the rebels south towards the Western Area National Park.
The Moroccan embassy's official inhabitants were of the same thought; files had already been destroyed, computers wiped, and belongings packed. They would not be staying long either; official word from Morocco was that they had no official stance on the Sierra Leone situation. There was already arguements back home about what to do about the deceased President Knezevic's wife and children.
Capitane Antić's convoy had returned a short time ago, the freshly acquired trucks parked near the embassy proper. Their trip back to the embassy had been...hairy...as the fresh holes in the sides of those trucks indicated, and two Legionnaires stood in the backs of either, running houses to clear the blood off the rough wood slates that made the floor of the cargo area.
The front foyer of the Moroccan embassy, a high ceiling'd and cool space, had been made into a temporary morgue, where over a dozen bodies were kept within bodybags or under sheets and tarps. Ak100s of the Presidential Guard were laid on the chests of many of the bodies, but four held the service rifles of the Legion.
Of the dozen Presidential Guards that had been rescued from the State Lodge, only two had survived the drive back to the embassy, and those two had found a new found purpose after their poor display in service to their government.
The conference room off the main foyer had been repurposed as a field hospital. The boardroom table had been assembled with six smaller tables pushed together, the fact hidden under a nice tablecloth. They had been re-positioned and re-purposed as surgical tables, where Legion medics, the Toubibs, and the embassy's in-house doctor worked tirelessly to patch up the wounded.
The arrival of the Hell Cats and their VIP was met by Capitan Antić and a Legionnaire serving as his assistant.
Capitan Antić met Natalie and Ekene as they both dismounted, although the man was understandably distracted by whatever was going on over his radio and displayed on his Landwarriors. "Miss Grey. Can you confirm how many pers are employed at St. James' School?"
He glanced away for a moment, one hand touching his ear, then clapped an adjacent Legionnaire, "Plane's off the ground. Four hours to jump. Government-loyal military are moving mostly unopposed. They should have the city secured by nightfall. Spread the word."
He looked back to her and Entec, "Your boy there has a bad hand? Lets get you both inside and checked out."
He waved off his assistant to go check in on the rest of the newly arrived team.
Armed Legionnaires and Embassy guards manned the perimeter wall, watching for signs of trouble, while others moved to or from various Légion Première vehicles, either preparing to depart or actually in the process of leaving. They had no shortage of work to be done, and were desperately short staffed; none of them had had much of a break since they woke up that morning.
Ambassador Stankic stood in the foyer, trying her best not to look at the bodies that occupied one side of the room. Gone was all the expensive furniture that had once been housed there; it was stacked outside, as best out-of-the-way as they could manage for the moment.
The Legion had been stacking an ever growing amount of stress on the woman since their arrival only a few short hours ago, and she was trying to take a break from ongoing 'discussions' with her government regarding the children of the deceased president. His wife, Esi, still had a role to play in trying to keep her country's government from dissolving completely, but the Legion wanted the kids moved with the Ambassador and her staff back to Morocco for safe keeping.
She stood talking quietly with some of her staff, trying to ignore the pair of Presidential Guard that stood flanking the door to the make-shift surgery; Esi was within being tended to still; she had been beaten rather soundly, but there was no signs of serious injury.
Capitan Antić's assistant stepped up to Caporal Contee and Jay, moving to take Jay's arm to help the man start limping towards the surgical suite, passing on the relevant information. Legion members had secured the handful of Red Cross projects in the country; luckily, they hadn't been priority targets for the Temne. All but the St James School, which had been paid a visit by Temne soldiers searching for Natalie. Sierra Leonean soldiers, loyal to the government, had arrived in the city and were pushing the rebels south towards the Western Area National Park.