Post by David on Nov 30, 2013 9:02:49 GMT -6
Benghazi - Safe House
12:37 PM
As Sam dis-embarked from his taxi, He took a moment to take in the atmosphere around him. It was tense. If it was a tangable object, He could have sliced through it with his karambit.
Hefting the backpack on his shoulder, He then started off for the Safehouse where Grimm's contact was holed up and presumably, Andriy Kobin as well.
Kobin... The name literally wrankled at Sam. This was the bastard that had faked his daughters death, sending him through turmoil and hell. As far as Sam was concerned, It wouldn't be a loss if there was a bullet in his head, but Sam checked the impulse. He knew Kobin had invaluable intel on the Engineers and that loosing him would make his life ten times harder than it really needed to be.
Continuing along the bazaar, He was shoved to a side from an armed mercenary, Who seemed hell bent on making it to the same place Sam was. He noted that the mercenary carried an AK-47. Unusually well armed. Sam didn't like where this was going. Well-Armed mercenaries, plus a package in a hostile LZ, always equaled a bad time.
Continuing, He passed a mercenary at the doors to the main plaza. The merc meerly just sneered at him and waved his gun threatening at Sam. Sam meerely smiled and continued on his way up the stairs that then opened up into the main bazaar.
Looking at the Safehouse, There was a large group of mercenaries standing outside the main doors, The building itself looked as if it had been bombarded. Keying his Subdermal, Sam then opened a line to Grimm.
"Militia's blocking the front door access." Sam reported, Taking up a position across the street.
"Sam, Did you need me to change postion? Meet you on the ground?" replied Briggs, Sams CIA counterpart and OPS supervisor.
"Get eyes from the Southwest corner of the plaza." Sam replied, Still watching.
"Copy. Moving now." replied Briggs as he cut off the channel.
"Grimm, Keep trying to reach our contact, let me know if you make contact." finished Sam as he cut off the channel.
"Copy" was all the reply he got from Grimm. She was still not convinced that Sam should be the leader, or even that Sam should be there. After what had happened with his daughter, Sam had good reason not to like Grimm. But even then, He still respected her abilities.
Hefting his pack again, Sam then continued through the plaza and noticed a small shop that looked like it entered adjacent to the safe house. Steering himself that way, He covertly looked at his OPSAT and noticed it had an alley that connected. It would provide him with a viable entrance.
As Sam entered the door, The clerk looked up at him and favoured Sam with an inscruitable look, as if Sam was the source of his woes.
"Can I help you?" the clerk asked, in heavily accented english.
"Bathroom. Got one?" Sam replied.
Rolling his eyes, the clerk pointed to the back door. "In the Alley." and then turned back to his own business. Which suited Sam fine. He didn't need more eyes on him than necessary.
Exiting the building, Sam then saw a panhandler sitting outside an empty building. Sam decided it would be easier to buy this one off.
Approaching the man, He noticed the man was blind. Cataracts. So, Sam fished into his pocket and pulled out some of the local currency and dropped it into the pan and said "Good fortune". The man meerely grunted and made an ironic bow. As if he had heard this before. Sam meerly smiled as he continued into the building and then halted at the mirror.
"Any update from your contact?" Sam asked Grimm.
"Negative" replied Grimm, a note of worry in her voice.
"Militias everywhere Sam." added Briggs.
Rolling his eyes, Sam ignored the obvious and then unclipped his bag, letting it fall to the ground with a thud. A puff of dust then billowed out.
Unbuckling the bag, Sam pulled out his OPS suit. A heavily modified Third Echelon suit, It featured a lot of things He did not have when he worked for them. This OPS suit was more designed for Aggressive infiltration. It had ceramic armor plating, As well as more pockets for gadgets. The issue was, it didn't diffuse light as well as a regular stealth suit. But Sam would just be more aggressive as needed. He was given full freedom, and wouldn't hesitate to use the Fourth Freedom if needed.
Suiting up, Sam then pulled out his Assault rifle. A SC4000. A heavily modified version of his SC2000 he used long ago, this one he had custom built. Everything from a silencer, to an ACOG Holo site to AP rounds to a modified grip. It was everything Sam wanted and needed in the field for quick work of enemies. He then pulled out his pistol. A SC-IS, it was a silenced pistol that had longrange capability as well as a decent punch.
Then, pulling out his gadgets, He had decided to go heavy. Frag grenades, Tri-Rotor, A handy device that let him recon up to a hundred meters ahead with full sonar and explosive or stun capabilities. Sticky Shockers and Sleep Gas grenades rounded out his armament in a handy tactical crossbow.
Finally, Sam slipped on his goggles. Full spectrum visions, It could see through walls and let him see up to 20 metres. it was extremely handy.
Finally, all suited up, Sam then moved to the back door of the bathroom and opened the door.
Keying his subdermal, Sam ordered "Briggs. Status."
"Still Moving Sam, I'm seeing a lot of militia down there. Might get loud." Briggs replied.
"We'll keep it quiet as long as we can." replied Sam gruffly. Then, consulting his OPSAT, he found a side entrance and marked it. "Moving to the side entrance." and then cut off the COMM.
Slowly, Sam moved towards the back of the alley and turned a corner. It was there he heard voices wafting towards him. Sidling up to a wall, Sam then peeked out and saw two armed men standing infront of a truck. They were whining about fat americans.
Exhaling slowly, Sam unslung his SC4000 and took a couple of deep breaths. He then leaned out from Cover and fired four rounds. Two for each of the targets. They impacted exactlw where Sam wanted. In the head. Both guards collapsed in a heap on the ground.
Slowly, Sam crept out from Cover and then proceeded forward, Sweeping his rifle from side to side. He then heard voices coming from inside the building. So, Sam slowly crept up the stairs and took position outside the door. He debated on how he could get past these two.
Deciding, Sam chanced a distraction. Whistling, He heard a guard go "What was that?", and then grinned when he heard the other guard go "Who knows? You go check it out, Im busy."
Grumbling the other guard then got up. Sam quickly pulled out his Karambit, Twirling it quickly before readying the blade. As the guard walked past the threshold of the door, Sam quickly grabbed the guard from behind, clamped his hand over the guards mouth and slammed his Karambit into the guards neck, effectively slicing his vocal cords and artery,
