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"I'm sure they are. I'm almost getting used to a Tokyo with no air raid sirens." Kelsey chuckles. "But now that you're officially on the roster, I've got requests for you deployment from all over the damn peninsula."

"The curse of popularity." You roll your eyes.

"Indeed." Kelsey drops a trio of folders down on the desk in front of you. "I've filtered out the tasks that could be handled by other units. These are what you got."

You shuffle through the three folders. One was a request by the IJA. They've been sending small squads of elite soldiers into rural areas to weed out PLA and KPA remnants. Of course, they've taken casualties which they need evacuated. Nothing too pressing, besides the fact that the area had a high risk of MANPADS, which is why regular CASEVAC wouldn't go near it.

The second mission detailed supporting Navy SEALs in cutting supply and communications lines between Korea and Vladivostok. You were tasked with staying on station in case the SEALs needed CASEVAC or if their planned extraction was busted.

The third folder, however had a huge CLASSIFIED stamp on it. There was only one paper inside, vaguely mentioning a rescue mission into Siberia. You suspect you wouldn't be getting any more details unless you actually accepted the mission.

>IJA support.
>SEAL support.
>Rescue mission.

>>37321535
>>Rescue mission.

>>37321535
>Rescue mission.
Vat'z in ze box?

>>37321535
>The third folder, however had a huge CLASSIFIED stamp on it. There was only one paper inside, vaguely mentioning a rescue mission into Siberia. You suspect you wouldn't be getting any more details unless you actually accepted the mission.
oooh, shiny big red button.
>>Rescue mission.

>>37321535

>Rescue Mission

KELSEY KNOWS.

>>37321535
>>Rescue mission.

ooo.

>>37321535

We really need to see if we can get the defence laser out onto other CASEVAC birds.

No more fear of manpads.

>>37321535
>>Rescue mission.

>>37321535
>>Rescue mission.
How can we refuse?

>>37321535
>Rescue mission.

>>37321535
>Rescue mission.

>>37321773
Point defense lasers currently need a witch to power it.

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Got quite nasty writer block for a week, so only managed to get this.
Full stories soon.
...Valve developer soon.

>>37322071
You and me both. I still have not forgotten that thread the other day Mangafag.

>>37321535
>>Rescue mission.
saving Laika's NOHANDS sister.

>>37322366
>>saving Laika's NOARMS sister.
FTFY

>>37321535
"So what's this rescue op?" You say, waving the CLASSIFIED folder in the air.

"Ah, that one was submitted by our mutual friend, Colonel Anderson." Kelsey leans back in his chair. "Back before the war, the Army had a number of Special Forces teams inserted into Southeast Asia for 'reconnaissance' purposes. Most of these teams were stationed on the Chinese border to monitor their movements and provide advance warning of any potential attacks."

You wince. They would've been the first guys hit by the Chinese advance.

Kelsey sees the look on your face and nods.

"A mass Chinese attack was always a possibility, so there were always plans for rapid extraction." Kelsey explains. "Most of the teams got out, but one didn't."

"And let me guess. The Chinese handed them over to Russia." You narrow your eyes.

"That's correct." Kelsey nods. "Intel we received from captured PLA officers indicates that they were taken to a Russian prison in eastern Siberia. No official references to it, but everybody who knows of it calls it 'The Gulag.'"

Boy, that sounded like an inviting place.

"You'll be assaulting the prison with a team of SEALs. Now, of course, none of them are trained medical personnel, and we have no idea the condition of the team. They might be perfectly healthy, they might be injured or malnourished, or... well... at least we'd be able to account for the bodies."

You nod grimly.

(cont)

>>37322443
"How many prisoners are we talking about?"

"The team itself consisted of four members. Three men and one witch. However, there's the distinct possibility that the Gulag is holding other allied prisoners. Though the SF team is the priority, you are to rescue other prisoners if at all possible."

"Don't need to tell me that." You grunt. "Enemy resistance?"

"Since it's in the middle of Siberia, we don't have to worry to much about AA en route, but the prison itself is going to have a lot of local resistance. At least a platoon of highly trained troops. Now, Anderson has two alternate versions of the plan."

"Of course, he thinks of everything."

"The Gulag is in the middle of Russian territory, and in the middle of Siberia. That's a lot of ground to cover without resupply, so plan one is to keep the group small. Just you and the insertion team. Less chance of discovery and less things that can go wrong. Second plan is bring every asset you have and just straight up assault the Gulag head on. It's the easiest, most direct method, but of course, a lot can go wrong."

>We'll go in quiet.
>We'll go in loud.
>Other

>>37322464
>>We'll go in quiet.

>>37322464
>We'll go in quiet.
They'll start executing prisoners if they think rescue inbounds.

>>37322464
man, we could recreate 'the Gulag' mission if we go loud.
>>We'll go in quiet.
yeah, no.

>>37322464
>We'll go in quiet.

>>37322464
>We'll go in quiet.

>>37322464
>>We'll go in quiet.

>>37322464

>We'll go in quiet.

Remember the last time someone thought bringing an ARMORED DIVISION to rescue one person was a good idea?

Yeah, almost everyone died. (I'm looking at you, Patton.)

>>37322464
>We'll go in quiet.

>>37322590
To be fair, no plan survives first contact with the enemy.

>>37322610
>implying Patton can be bothered with plans

>>37322610
>>37322590
That and I fault that he was thinking more of saving his family member more than anything on that one.
>>37322626
More like he knew his foe far better than most.

>>37322464
>We'll go in quiet. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nue0UO4wxM

and then

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZiYGbf5zmY

>>37322795
That was left handed!

>>37322835
How... Sinister.

I thinking about these missions now:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjuZh7kClZA

Or this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHiG75_7vtM

...funny how both are actually quite similar, no?

>>37322795
and now I am remembering that first GDI mission with only the commando...

>>37322464
"We'll do this quiet." You say. "A loud raid can just get all the prisoners killed."

"That's what I was thinking, too." Kelsey nods. "I'll have your witches and Comanche on air patrol to provide support if needed, but be warned, it'll take a while for them to reach you if you do call for them."

"Got it, sir." You nod. So this would be a small operation for you. Just the Ghost Hawk crew and Red and Rex to worry about.

"Now, you technically don't have command authority over the SEALs, but considering you're PJs, and your personal reputation, they will definitely listen to whatever you say."

"I'm sure." You nod. "Do we know anything about the Gulag?"

"Fortunately, our man on the inside, Sirius, provided us a detailed blueprint of the prison." Kelsey shows you a map. You take a quick look, showing what looks to be an old castle, with the central keep having been converted into a prison block."

"The SEALs have already been planning this for weeks now. All you need to do is follow them in." Kelsey says.

"Got it." You nod. "When do we leave?"

"Tonight. So you better get moving." Kelsey grunts.

"Roger that." You salute and exit the office. You consider what to do in the meantime.

>See if Anderson has anything else to say about this.
>Find your flight crew and inform them of the mission.
>Give Laika visit before you leave.
>Other

>>37322903
This mission will be a good one.

>>37322960
>>Give Laika visit before you leave.

>>37322960
>>Find your flight crew and inform them of the mission.
>>Give Laika visit before you leave.

>>37322960
>>Give Laika visit before you leave.

>>37322960
>>See if Anderson has anything else to say about this.

>>37322961
Indeed.

>>37322960
>Find your flight crew and inform them of the mission.
>Give Laika a visit before you leave.

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>>37322960
>Find your flight crew and inform them of the mission.
>Give Laika visit before you leave.
time to raise as many death flags as possible

>>37322960
>Find your flight crew and inform them of the mission.

>>37322960
>Crew & Daughteru

>>37322960
>See if Anderson has anything else to say about this.
>Find your flight crew and inform them of the mission.

>>37322960
>See if Anderson has anything else to say about this.
>Find your flight crew and inform them of the mission.

>>37323037
"Come back Alive. I don't want to lose my parents twice."

>>37322960
>>Give Laika visit before you leave.
Let our daughteru know where we are going.

>Sirius
Him again. He was the same guy who tipped us off to Sokolov. I wonder who Sirius is?

>>37323115
Ocelot?

>>37323115
>I wonder who Sirius is?
No one really knows, just that his (supposed) first name is Adam and he's a bit of a showoff.

>>37323115
I'd imagine he's pretty black

>>37323115
>>37323151
>>37323157
We still need the Big Boss, guys.

>>37323160
And a bit hairy?

>>37323157
so it is Ocelot!

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You decide to give Laika a visit. You head over to the XF-19 hangar, where you see her already suited up, no doubt about to go out on another test run.

"Willy!" Laika says cheerfully as she bounces up and down in her wheelchair. "Wanna see me fly?!"

"Sorry, Laika, I got work to do." You say sadly as you pat her on the head. "Big mission and everything."

"Oh! Oh! Can I come too?!" She asks excited.

"No, Laika, this one we need to be stealthy." You chuckle. "You know, sometimes we DON'T want people to know we're coming."

"Aaaaaaaaw." Laika frowns. "How about if you're in trouble? Can I come, then?"

>Of course. We'll need all the help we can get.
>Don't worry, Janice and the others can take care of it.
>Other

>>37323315
>>Of course. We'll need all the help we can get.

We're going to want backup when this thing goes sideways.

>>37323315
>>Of course. We'll need all the help we can get.

>>37323315
>Of course. We'll need all the help we can get.
Back up is good.

>>37323315
>>Of course. We'll need all the help we can get.
Is there such a thing as experimental steal weapons?

>>37323157
>adam
>showoff
Revolver Ocelot?
In MSG 3, Ocelot actually the contact snake was supposed to meet, and his codename was Adam, if I recall correctly, and Ocelot always was a showboating motherfucker.

>>37323410

WELP

So, is his left hand from someone else, then. And does he try to spin a gun?

>>37323435
no hand loss yet

>>37323435
It wasn't as of MSG 3, so no(?).

>>37323315
>Of course. We'll need all the help we can get.

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wait last time it was sokolov...so this time...

>>37323315
>Of course. We'll need all the help we can get.

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>>37323315
"Of course!" You laugh. "We'll need all the help we can get!"

"Mhm!" Laika beams. "I can finally use all the new stuff Sokky put on the plane, then! Come back soon, okay?"

"I will." You chuckle and ruffle Laika's hair.

"Laika!" You hear Sokolov call out. "We're all ready! Come over so we can load up!"

"Okay! Coming!" Laika says.

You help wheel Laika over to the waiting XF-19, where Sokolov greets you.

"Captain." He smiles. "Come to see her off?"

"Wish I could, but I have mission to go on." You sigh.

"Ah, pity. Laika's performance has been improving rapidly. In fact, the designers have been completely reprogramming their avionics based on the flight data she's been accumulating!"

"Good to hear." You nod.

>Better beg going then.
>Ask Sokolov what he knows of Sirius.
>Other

>>37323692
>Ask Sokolov what he knows of Sirius.


>>37323654
SAVE BIG BOSS!?

>>37323692
>Ask Sokolov what he knows of Sirius.

>>37323692
>>Ask Sokolov what he knows of Sirius.

intel

>>37323692
>>Ask Sokolov what he knows of Sirius.

>>37323692
>>Ask Sokolov what he knows of Sirius.

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>>37323692
>In fact, the designers have been completely reprogramming their avionics based on the flight data she's been accumulating
She's becoming more and more Amuro by the minute

>Ask Sokolov what he knows of Sirius

>>37323692
>Ask Sokolov what he knows of Sirius.

>>37322071

you and me both.

On a related note, Raikov next week.

sorry guys.

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>>37323779

>>37323779

lewds when

>>37323850
Ahegao Janice giving double V-sign when riding Pierce's titan trouser?
...is that even legal on this board?

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>>37323893

yes

dont care, yesss

>>37323893
...hm

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>>37323893
yes

>>37323850

I don't write lewds, ask Hornet.

>>37323850
For what?

I mean there is no scenes where lewds happened yet?

>>37323893

you have your task.

you know what to draw.

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>>37323893
>>37323893
pic related.
>>37323954
You haven't yet. Give it time.

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>>37323692
"Hey Sokolov, what do you know about this 'Sirius' guy? The one that helped us extract you?" You ask. Considering Sokolov had also been in contact with him, you assume he at least knew something about the mysterious informant.

"Nothing much, I'm afraid." Sokolov sighs. "But he has to be highly placed, to be able to get information on highly secure facilities without arousing suspicion. I presume that he's affiliated with the KGB. They've always had a rivalry with GRU, and Sirius seemingly had no reservations leaking GRU secrets. Then again, it's all guesswork, really."

"I see." You nod. "Anyways, don't let me keep you. You got important tests to do, right?"

"Always." Sokolov nods.

You then head over to your own hangar, where your flight crew is sprucing up the Ghost Hawk, as usual.

"All right, everybody, pack it up!" You bark. "We got a mission tonight! I want us ready to fly within the hour!"

"I got a bad feeling about this, boss." Bullseye frowns. "Where are going exactly?"

"Classified." You say.

"Aw fuck." Bullseye shakes his head.

"G-going into enemy territory?" Ghost asks as she pokes her head out from behind Rex.

"That's right." You nod and turn to Janice. "Sorry, Janice, but you and the witches are going to have to sit this one out. We have to keep things small this time."

"Understood." Janice says, her face betraying her concern. "But no witches at all? Surely you can at least bring a couple of us?"

>All right. Two witches max.
>Sorry, can't risk it.
>Other

>>37324051
>Sorry, can't risk it.
This is a sneaking mission.

>>37324051
>Sorry, can't risk it
MORE DEATH FLAGS

>>37324051
>Sorry, can't risk it.
stealth mission!

>>37324051
>Sorry, can't risk it.

>>37324051
>>Sorry, can't risk it.
"Well, technically Red is a witch....So i happen to bring one."

>>37324051
>All right. Two witches max.
Sorry guys, I'm going to have to go with this.

>>37324051
>Sorry, can't risk it
This is a sneaking mission Snake

>>37324051
>>Other

"All right, YOU ONLY."

>>37324129
In hind sight. Correction
>Other
The Witches stay back with Laika and be read to come in when we call for help.

>>37323954
As much as I love Hornet lewds, he doesn't do leads at least by request anyway.

>>37324051
>Other
Take only Red. We need the healer just in case the prisoners are injured.

>>37324672
>Just the Ghost Hawk crew and Red and Rex to worry about.
That was already a given.

Why not bring all the stealthers and healers?

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>>37324051
"Sorry, we can't risk it." You shake your head. "This mission requires stealth. You and the others can be on standby to come in and assist if we need it."

"Except the closest we can be is on the ocean, while you're going to be who knows how far inland..."

"Don't worry, Janice." You put a hand on her shoulder. "I still got Red, Rex, and a whole team of SEALs to keep an eye on us. We'll be fine."

"If you say so." Janice crosses her arms, unconvinced.

"It'll be fine." You give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "If things go right, you won't even have to come in at all."

"I hope so." Janice sighs.

"Captain, good to see you."

You turn to see Anderson and a team of Navy SEALs walking into the hangar.

"Colonel. What brings you here?" You ask.

"Thought I'd introduce you to the men you'll be tagging along with." Anderson gestures to the SEALs. "This here is SEAL Team Six's Gold Squadron, led by Commander Pliskin."

"You mean like from-"

"No, it's just a coincidence." Commander Pliskin grunts. "I suggest you not mention it."

"Or else he'll probably put a bullet in you." Anderson adds.

"Duly noted." You nod.

"Well, Commander, this is my team who will be following you in. Including me, here is on mf my witches, Lieutnenant Rachel Kelsey, and Flight Officer Rex Bishop."

"Hey man, does that mean you're related to Rex Bishop?" One of the SEALs asks.

"And if you're a witch, why are you wearing pants?" Asks another.

"Any of you mention those two subjects again, and I'll probably put a bullet in you." Red grunts, echoing Anderson's earlier words."

"Duly noted." Pliskin grunts.

"Now that we're all together," Anderson speaks up to prevent a possible brawl, "we should make preparations to leave, unless you have anything else to handle?"

>Yeah, I got something else to handle. (specify)
>No, we're good to go.
>Other

>>37324809
>No, we're good to go.
Yes random SEAL, Rex Bishop is, in fact, related to himself.

>>37324809
>No, we're good to go.

>>37324809
>No we're good to go

>>37324809
>No, we're good to go.

>>37324809
>Gold Squadron
Oh hey, the actually competent SEAL team, good to know they won't fuck everything up then.

>>37324809
>>Yeah, I got something else to handle. (specify)
Bring Tarin along for fucks sake.

Even if she's out of her strikers, she'll be a massive help.

>>37324809
>Commander Pliskin

SNAAAAAAAKKKKEEE

>>37324809
>>37324933
This.

>does that mean you're related to Rex Bishop?
Rex is now a clone.

>>37324809
>>Yeah, I got something else to handle. (specify)
Let's bring Tarin along like >>37324933 suggests.


>>Pliskin
"Snake? Snake? SNAAAKE~"

>>37324948
METAL GEAR REX

>>37324939
IT'S ALLLLLLLLL BUT A DREEEEEEEEEEEEEAM, SNAAAAAKE EEEEEEEEEEATERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

>>37324809
"So, Pilsken, how does snake taste?"

>>37324809
>>No, we're good to go.

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>>37324809
Okay, just for confirmation, you want to bring Tarin along strikerless?

>>37324985
Yes

>>37324985
Sure.

>>37324985
I say we ask her and let her decide.

>>37324809
>>No, we're good to go.

What, no Escape from New York references? come on /tg/

>>37324985
this>>37325012

>>37324985

Nah.

>>37325019
We like being alive

>>37324985
Sure. We need more Tarin time

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>>37324985
Yes!

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>>37324985
"Tarin, you want to come along with us as a groundpounder?" You ask.

"Sure, why not." Tarin shrugs. "Any of you got a spare rig?"

"Wait a minute." Pliskin pales. "Tarin? THE Tarin Richards?"

"Yes, that's me." Tarin cants her head to the side. "I don't recall us operating together."

"We haven't." Pliskin shakes his head. "But I did serve with Commander Laroux. She's always spoken highly of you."

"I'm sure." Tarin nods.

"Hey, wait a minute." One of the SEALs speaks up. "Why do we have to give this chair force witch one of our-"

"Pipe down, soldier!" Pliskin barks. "I consider it a personal honor that she's coming in with us! You WILL show her the proper respect or I swear to GOD, I will shove a grenade so far up your asshole that they'd have to bring in the divers to pull it out!"

Yikes.

Pliskin then turns around to Tarin.

"I am so sorry about that, ma'am. They sometimes don't know when to keep their mouths shut."

"No worries." Tarin shrugs.

It takes a few minutes for the SEALs to dig up a fresh uniform and set of gear for Tarin which she quickly changes into, making sure to bring along her usual collection of knives and other bladed instruments.

And with that, your Ghost Hawk takes off into the night along with a pair of Phrogs, with one holding the the SEALs and the second reserved for rescued prisoners.

"All right. "Anderson says over the radio. "We're timing our approach to coincide with a heavy blizzard in order to minimize detection. I don't have to tell you that we're going have low visibility, lower temperatures, and lots of turbulence. You think you can handle it?"

You glance at Bullseye, who rolls his eyes. You know he could obviously handle weather conditions, but he definitely wasn't looking forward to it.

And that wasn't even beginning to touch on the skill level of the Phrog pilots.

>We'll make do.
>I'd rather we go in with more stable weather.
>Other

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>>37325396
>We'll make do.

>>37325396
>>We'll make do.

>>37325396
>>We'll make do.

>>37325396
>>We'll make do.
Let's rock

>>37325396
>>We'll make do.

>>37325396
>We'll make do.
We'll die on this one. Laika didn't need a family anyway.

>>37325396
>>We'll make do.

>>37325396
>"We're timing our approach to coincide with a heavy blizzard in order to minimize detection. I don't have to tell you that we're going have low visibility, lower temperatures, and lots of turbulence. You think you can handle it?"
Anyone reminded of the Delta Farce and the US Embassy in Iran by this?

>>37325396
>We'll make do.

>>37325505
Surely nothing can go wrong! Let's just send the choppers!

>>37325505

Considering that its not like we're organising an op across all the branches of the military, no.

>>37325505
> Delta Farce

Kill yourself

>>37325505
It's 1990, so GPS is likely a thing in the military. We'll be fine.

>>37325505
We don't have Carter in the White House. Thankfully he stayed in the navy.

>>37325647
No really, thats how they refer to that incident, it was a massive clusterfuck.

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>>37325396
"We'll make do." You grunt.

"Roger that." Anderson nods.

What follows is a long trek through darkness and snow. You note with some concern of the snow and ice building up on the Ghost Hawk's windshield, and Rex and Hoskins make sure to keep the side doors closed in order to retain at least some heat inside the craft.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck it's cold!" Red shivers. "How the hell do the Russians live out here?"

"They don't." Rex grunts. "There's a reason why all their prisons are out here."

"How are you doing, Tarin?" You ask, your teeth unconsciously chattering from the cold..

"Doing fine." Tarin says, seemingly unaffected by the low temperature at all.

"We'll be landing here." Anderson announces. "Just home in on our beacons."

The Ghost Hawk follows the two Phrogs down behind a small hill, which provides some shelter from the howling wind. You step out and are hit in the face full force with a blast of icy wind.

"Fuck, man!" Red curse. "Fuck fuck fuck! It's even colder than Alaska!"

"Suck it up, Red." You pat her on the back. "Not every mission is a tropical cruise."

"I know, but fuck!" Red curses and turns to Tarin. "How the hell do you do it?"

(cont)

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>>37325899
"Experience." Tarin says simply. "Shields also help to retain warmth, too."

"Fuck, why didn't I think of that." Red facepalms.

Your little group walks up to the rear of one of the Phrogs, where Anderson has set up a small, impromptu command post.

"Colonel." You yell over the howling wind. "What's the plan?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out." Anderson yells back. "The Gulag is just over this hill. We can try making our way down there on foot, but we'd have to get past their perimeter defenses. However, Pliskin here as a riskier idea."

"What we can do." Pliskin speaks up. "Is to load up in the Ghost Hawk. With its stealth capability, as well as this blizzard covering us, I think we might be able to land directly in the prison without being detected!"

"Very ballsy pan." Tarin says.

"VERY ballsy." Rex agrees.

"I like it!" Red nods.

>We'll go in on foot.
>We'll land directly into the Gulag.
>Other

>>37325899
By being colder than it.

>>37325918
>>We'll land directly into the Gulag.
You see IVAN, going outside to take a piss is- Oh mishka.

>>37325918
>>We'll land directly into the Gulag.
Surely everything will goes according the plan.
...okay, hopefully the Russian won't realize what wrong until we open fire.

>>37325925
Cold, not frigid.

>>37325918
>We'll land directly into the Gulag.
They will never see THIS coming at them!

>>37325918
>>We'll land directly into the Gulag.

>>37325918
>>We'll land directly into the Gulag.

Fortune favors the balls

>>37325918
>>We'll land directly into the Gulag.

The Ghosthawk is quieter than a normal Blackhawk, right? That on top of this weather should make this work.

>>37325918
>>We'll land directly into the Gulag.
This might end badly, but if we pull it off, oh gods. The sheer lulz.

>>37326214
Well, this is kind of 'stupid plan' that so stupid that we might actually make stupid luck since enemy won't believe something will that stupid to pulls that kind of stupid plan.

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>>37325918
"Well, when did ballsy ever fail us?" You nod. "We'll do it. The Ghost Hawk should be able to barely fit all of the SEALs."

"All right. Once you've secured the prisoners, signal us." Anderson says. "Primary LZ is the central compound, with the secondary being on the roof. If neither is possible, then you'll have to hoof it a safe distance away from the Gulag before we can pick you up."

"Got it." You nod. "All right, everybody pile in."

---

"You want me to do WHAT?!" Bullseye's eyes widen in shock and surprise.

"You heard me." You point. "Land in the courtyard like you own the place. Lights off, of course. Hopefully the guards won't see us."

"Hopefully." Bullseye repeats. "This is such a stupid idea."

"Which is why it'll work!" Red grins.

"Don't worry. They won't be keeping many guards outside in this weather, anyways." Pliskin tries to assure him.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Bullseye grunts and pulls down his nightvision goggles. "Just hold on your butts."

Through your own nightvision goggles, you could see Bullseye carefully lining up a landing in the courtyard, which was easier said than done thanks to the high winds continually buffeting and pushing the Ghost Hawk around. One particularly powerful burst nearly pushes the tail rotor into the perimeter wall, with Bullseye recover at the last second. Finally, you feel the Ghost Hawk's landing gear touch down on the ground.

"All right, go go go!" Pliskin hisses as he leaps out the doors. Team 1 to the left! Team 2 to the right!"

You, Red, Tarin, and Rex quickly follow suit. After you confirm with Hoskins that all the SEALs are off, you give the signal to Bullseye to take off. No sense in him sticking around here to be detected.

You then turn and jog after the rest of the SEALs, who have all taken cover behind a low wall. You nearly trip over a large pile of snow. A large, man-sized pile of snow.

"Bad time to take a piss." Pliskin remarks, confirming what you suspected.

(cont)

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>>37326356
"Okay, what do we do from here?" You ask.

"We got some options." Pliskin says. "Team 1 is the primary breaching force. We'll be assaulting the main prison block to liberate the prisoners. Team 2 will provide the distraction. Now, of course, you folks will be tagging along with Team 1. We're just figuring out what Team 2 will hit."

"What are the targets?" You ask.

"Well, over there are the barracks." Pliskin points to the left. "Most of the garrison should be bunked by now, so if we blitz it, we can probably take out most of the prison guards in on sweep."

Pliskin then points to the right.

"Over there is their command center and generators. If we hit that instead, we take out power to the whole prison and cut off their comms and leadership. Problem is, two targets, one team."

>Hit the barracks.
>Hit the HQ.
>Tarin counts as a team all by herself...
>Other

>>37326377
>>Tarin and Red and Rex counts as a team all by themself...
>>Other
"you got barracks, we got command center"

>>37326377
>>Tarin counts as a team all by herself...

>>37326377
>Tarin counts as a team all by herself
Tarin handles the HQ while Team 2 handles the garrison.

>>37326377
>Tarin counts as a team all by herself...
Get the main force to hit the barracks, Tarin and Red smash up the HQ's radios a bit.

>>37326377
>>Tarin counts as a team all by herself...
>Other
Team 2 hits the barracks, Tarin hits the command center and generators.

>>37326377
>Tarin counts as a team all by herself...

>>37326377
>>Tarin counts as a team all by herself...

>>37326377
>Tarin counts as a team all by herself...

>>37326377
"Tarin counts as a team all by herself." You point out.

"Point." Pliskin nods. "All right, you all got your assignments, then. Get in position and wait for my signal. We'll coordinate our breaches to happen simultaneously."

With that, the teams split up. You see Tarin stalk off into the night along, fading away from view. You can't tell if she was activating her ability or if she was just blending in with the storm. Team 2 stalks off in a staggered formation towards the brightly lit barracks building.

Meanwhile, you, Red, and Rex follow Pliskin to the central keep, where the main prison block was located.

"All right." Pliskin says as you stack up on the front security doors. "According to the blueprints, there's a central tower inside the keep where all the guards are located. Our first priority is clear it to eliminate the immediate threat since they have full 360 degree line of sight inside the prison block. Captain, you can follow us into the central tower with us, or you can start clearing prison cells while we work. Up to you."

>Follow the SEALs
>Concentrate on liberating prisoners.
>Other

>>37326377
>>Tarin counts as a team all by herself...
Send Tarin after the HQ.

>>37326615
>>Concentrate on liberating prisoners.

>>37326615
>>Concentrate on liberating prisoners.

>>37326615
>>Concentrate on liberating prisoners.

>>37326615
>Concentrate on liberating prisoners.
>Other
Send Tarin and some back up to sack HQ. Maybe loot some intelligence along the way?

>>37326615
>>Concentrate on liberating prisoners.

>>37326615
>>Concentrate on liberating prisoners.

>>37326615
>Concentrate on liberating prisoners.
VIVA LA RESISTANCE

>>37326615
>>Concentrate on liberating prisoners.

>>37326615
"Well be busy breaking the prisoners." You say.

"All right." Pliskin nods. "I don't have to tell you that you might run into resistance of your own."

"Obviously."

"All right. Just making sure." Pliskin keys his radio. "Richards, are you in position?"

"Affirmative." Tarin says.

"Team 2, are you position?"

"Ready and waiting!"

"All right, commence attack on my mark." Pliskin glances his squad, who were busy planting breaching charges onto the door. "Mark!"

On of the SEALs hits a trigger, blowing down the front doors with a loud CLANG. At the exact same moment, the lights cut out and you can hear screaming and shout outside, punctuated by gunfire, though it was all muffled by the high winds.

"Go go go!" Pliskin waves his men forward.

As the SEALs charge in, their suppressed MP5s puffing furiously, you, Red, and Rex dash off into a side corridor. Rex then glances at a map tacked onto the wall.

"Rex, where's the maximum security block?" You ask.

"Lowest sublevel. About three floors down." Rex says. "If I had a team of special forces operators, that's where I'd put them."

"But what about all these other cells?" Red asks.

>You're on a timer. Maximum security takes priority.
>Break open all the cells along the way.
>Other

>>37326876
>>You're on a timer. Maximum security takes priority.

>>other
We'll open the rest on the way back up.

>>37326876
>>You're on a timer. Maximum security takes priority.

>>37326876
>>Break open all the cells along the way.

>>37326876
>You're on a timer. Maximum security takes priority.
We'll miss who we cane to save.

>>37326876
>>You're on a timer. Maximum security takes priority.

>>37326876
>>Break open all the cells along the way.

>>37326876
>Break open all the cells along the way.

We are owning this place and the Reds can't get back up. Open them all up!

>>37326876
>You're on a timer. Maximum security takes priority.

>>37326876
>Break open all the cells along the way.
I wanna say break them open on the way back up but I doubt that we'll get that luxury

>>37326876
>>Break open all the cells along the way.

>>37326876
>>Break open all the cells along the way.
Release the serial killers, rapists and jaywalkers! Good distractions!

>>37327008
You forget cartoonist.

>>37326876
>You're on a timer. Maximum security takes priority.

>>37327038
What cartoonists? Those people don't EXIST.

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>>37327055

YOU DON'T EXIST, MAN.

Where is Merc?
Don't tell me he playing that Gulag level now.

>>37327269
Research man, research.

>>37327286
in-depth research, eh?
inb4 we face Juggernauts witches

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>>37326876
"Break open the cells along way as we go!" You instruct.

"Got it!" Red grins as she draws her katana, it's edge already glowing a hard blue. She effortlessly begins slicing iron bars apart from the cells you pass by, with both you and Rex yelling at them in English and Russian to head for the exit. While you weren't too sure if they could understand you or not, gunfire was a universal language everybody could understand.

By the time you've reached the maximum security wing, you've liberated about 30 prisoners or so. Here, you see that instead of normal cells with bars, all the calls were locked behind heavy, armored security doors. It takes a bit more effort on Red's part to cut through the locks. However, she manages to get the first door down.

Only for a huge, dark shape to lunge out and tackle you, a homemade shiv carved out of a toothbrush pressed against your neck. You look face to face with your assailant. Even though he was haggard, unshaven, and obviously malnourished, he still had a sense of purpose and killing intent in his eyes, testament to his training and conditioning.

Just as quickly, Red has her sword pressed against the back of the man's neck, while Rex keep an eye on the entrance.

"Whoa, hold up there!" You gasp. "We're friendlies! Americans!"

"Fuck." The man grunts and back off. "Sorry, thought you were an execution squad."

"Would they break down their own damn door?!" You cough.

"The locks on these doors are pretty shitty." The prisoner grunts and pulls you back up to your feet. "The name's John Murphy."

"Captain Pierce. Pararescue." You pull out a picture Anderson provided it and compare it to John's face. A perfect match. Actually, he looked a like someone else you knew but couldn't quite place where. "Where are the rest of your men?"

(cont)

So anyone seen the new idolmaster?

Does the new P-san make you think of him as the P-san from cyberidols?

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>>37327320
The intimidating appearance kinda does to be honest.

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>>37327342
I await all of the Rin doujins

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>>37327308
"Dead." John shakes his head. "My witch, Aila, might still be alive, but I haven't seen her in weeks. As far as I know, we're the only two people down here."

"Red." You nod to her and she begins popping open the rest of the cells.

"Can you move on your own?" You ask, checking him for wounds.

"Yeah. I'm good." John grunts. "Just give me a weapon and I can fight my way out of here."

"Hopefully it won't come to that."

"Cap!" You hear Red call out. You dash over to one of the opened cells, where she's cradling a witch with light brunette hair. Aila, no doubt.

"Aila!" John rushes forward and kneels beside Red. "Is she-"

"Alive, but barely." Red scowls. "She's got a serious case of pneumonia. From the looks of it, the bastards have barely treated her."

Aila groans and her eyes flutter open just for a second. You're not sure if she can even see or comprehend what's going on.

"Stay with me, Aila! You can't die now!" John clasps one of Aila's hands in his and turns to you. "You can save her right?"

"Red?" You turn to her.

"I mean, I can use my powers to alleviate the physical symptoms, but I can't get rid of the underlying infection." Red frowns. "And it's gonna take up a lot of energy to do it, too."

"Whatever you do, it better be fast." Rex yells from the door. "We've got company, and not the nice kind!"

>Conserve Red's magic. Have her heal Aila enough to keep her alive.
>You need to get Aila up and moving. Use as much magic as possible.
>Other

>>37327377
>Conserve Red's magic. Have her heal Aila enough to keep her alive.

>>37327377
>>Conserve Red's magic. Have her heal Aila enough to keep her alive.

John can carry her while the rest of us fight it out.

>>37327370

But theres already plenty.

>>37327377
>>Conserve Red's magic. Have her heal Aila enough to keep her alive.

>>37327377
>>Conserve Red's magic. Have her heal Aila enough to keep her alive.

>>37327377
>>Conserve Red's magic. Have her heal Aila enough to keep her alive.
>>37327370
I want some Anastasia doujins as well just for Morgan images.

Also more Rin scenes with Cyberidol P-san

>>37327377
>Conserve Red's magic. Have her heal Aila enough to keep her alive.
We can get her more comprehensive treatment when there aren't bullets flying everywhere

>>37327377
>>Conserve Red's magic. Have her heal Aila enough to keep her alive.

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>>37327402
I need more man
I just find Rin so damn hot for some reason

>>37327427
I wish we have cyberidol doujins....

>>37327464

plenty of LL Eri doujins lying around too.

>>37327477
surprisingly no KotorixAlpaca tho.
Knowing japan strange taste, this kinda surprising.

>>37327477
Yeah but Julie is better then Eri though!

>>37327517
just think of it as julie and fap.

>>37327377
"Just give her enough to keep her alive. You say. "John, can you carry her?"

"Yeah." John nods. "Just leave it to me."

Red closes her eyes as she press her hands against Aila's chest. A blue glow appears and Aila groans. She still seems out of it, but at least she's not as deathly pale, and her breathing is more steady.

"Okay, I made her well enough to move. I hope." Red grimaces.

Suddenly, gunfire erupts as Rex fires his carbine.

"We got company!" He yells.

"Are there any other ways out of here?" You turn around.

"It's a dead end!" Red shakes her head.

"Not quite." John says as he drapes Aila over his shoulders. "There's a hidden passage behind that wall. It'll lead us straight to the roof."

"That will separate us from the rest of the group." Red frowns.

"I'm heading over to the main block right now." Tarin says. "Wait up for me."

"I don't know if we got that long!" Rex grunts as he kicks a stun grenade away and ducks for cover.

>Hold out here until Tarin arrives.
>Take your chances with the secret passage.
>Other

>>37327544
>>Take your chances with the secret passage.

>>37327544
>>Take your chances with the secret passage.

We may need to ask how he knew that in the near future.

>>37327544
>>Take your chances with the secret passage.
>>Other
Tell Tarin we using plan B and she better wait for us on roof.

>>37327544
>Hold out here until Tarin arrives.
Trust in Tarin.

>>37327555
perhaps he went all Andy Dufresne on it

>>37327539
Not those doujins, the SOL comedy Doujins.

>>37327544
>Hold out here until Tarin arrives.

>>37327544
>Hold out here until Tarin arrives.

>>37327544
>Hold out here until Tarin arrives.

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>>37327544
"We'll hold out till Tarin gets here!" You snap. "Red, help me out here!"

Both you and Red head for the door, where you see nearly a dozen guards armed with submachine guns and riot shields stacked up on the stairs. The both of your rake their position with carbine fire, checking their progress. You both duck back through the door as they return fire.

"Tarin, where are you!?" You yell in the radio.

"Already done." She says simply.

You realize that the shooting had stopped.

You peek out to see Tarin standing among a pile of dead guards, all of them cut or stabbed in major arteries like the neck and armpit. Tarin, covered in blood, casually wipes off her knives.

"Are we ready to go yet?" She asks.

"Pierce, if you're still down there, we already called Anderson for evac!" Pliskin's voice buzzes. "You better rendezvous with us in the courtyard ASAP. Ivan might be sending in reinforcements to check why the Gulag went dark!"

>Head for the extraction point right now.
>There's still more prisoners to free...
>Other

>>37327718
>>There's still more prisoners to free...

>>37327718
>>There's still more prisoners to free...

>>37327718
>>Other
John, any other prisoners of high importance here?

>>37327718
>>There's still more prisoners to free..

>>37327718
>Head for the extraction point right now.

>>37327718
>>37327738
verbal asking
this

>>37327738
+1
USE YOUR WORDS

>>37327718
>>Head for the extraction point right now.

>"Already done." She says simply.
BASED Tarin-sama.

>>37327718
>Head for the extraction point right now.
>>37327738
And this too.

>>37327718
>>37327738
This, prioritise any PoW's or americans they have here.

>>37327718
>>37327779
>>Head for the extraction point right now.
>We got the two targets we needed and potentially a lot of ugly coming our way. Time to leave is now.
fucking hell meant the other there...

>>37327777
Why isn't she best girl?

>>37327807
Because Janice is better, Tarin is best girl, Janice is besterest girl.

>>37327822
Nah, they're both best, but in different terrain. Tarin is best in the battlefield i.e. outdoor sex. Janice is best in kitchen i.e. indoor sex.

>>37327822
One day, One quest Tarin will be best girl.

>>37327718
"John, are there any other American POWs in this facility?" You ask.

"Not that I know of." John shakes his head. "Most of the time we're kept out of the main prison population, but from what I understand most of the prisoners here for political reasons. Dissidents and members of opposition parties, mostly."

"All right." You nod. It pains you to say this, but you get the feeling your time was up. "We're getting out of here."

You all storm up the stairs and meet almost no resistance, most of the guards having been taken out by the SEALs or by Tarin. You sprint out into the main courtyard, where you can see the SEALs already loading up liberated prisoners into the Phrogs.

"We've got the objective!" You yell to Anderson over the howling wind.

"Understood! Get them on your helo and get out of here! The Russians got wind of what's going on and are sending in a huge assault force!"

"Understood!" You yell back. "See you at base!"

You and your group dash for the landed Ghost Hawk. You, Red, and Rex clamber in while Hoskins helps John carry Aila in, where she's strapped down securely to a stretcher. Red and Rex immediately go to work on her, with Red pumping in a fresh injection of healing magic while Rex hooks up an IV.

"She's going to be okay, right?" John asks quietly.

"Yeah, she'll be fine." You assure him. "We brought casualties back from worse."

At this point, the Phrogs have already taken off and are heading full speed back towards the sea. You motion for Bullseye to lift off and he puts power into the engines, and the Ghost Hawk pulls itself into the air.

All the while, John looks at Aila with nothing but concern on his face.

>Ask him about his relationship with Aila.
>Ask him what they were doing before they got captured.
>Ask him what happened in the Gulag.
>Just stay quiet for now.
>Other

>>37327893
>>Just stay quiet for now.
We haven't out yet, keep the chatter later.

>>37327893
>Just stay quiet for now.

>>37327893
>Just stay quiet for now.

>>37327893
>Just stay quiet for now.

>>37327893
>>Ask him what they were doing before they got captured.

>>37327893
>Ask him what happened in the Gulag.
>Ask him what they were doing before they got captured.

Lets learn.

>>37327893
>>Just stay quiet for now.

>>37327893
>>Just stay quiet for now.

>>37327893
>Just stay quiet for now.
We hug Janice when we get back, alright?

>>37327989
Janice and Laika.

>>37327994
Yes.

>>37327893
You decide to stay quiet for now and let John have his privacy. You then walk up to the cockpit to get an update from Bullseye.

"Anything new?" You ask.

"Um, I got good news and bad news. Mostly bad."

"Give it to me straight." You sigh.

"Well, the good news is, the Phrogs managed to successfully clear the area, and we're not in range of allied radar coverage." Bullseye says. "Bad news is, the Russians have scrambled fighters and attack helos, and they're scouring the area. I know we got stealth and the weather on our side, but if any of them spot us..."

"...then we're toast." You nod. "How close are they?"

"The closest units can be on top of us in as little as three minutes." He says.

Well, this was problematic.

>Focus on stealth. We'll try to sneak away from them.
>Call in Janice and the others to support you.
>Other

>>37328047
>Focus on stealth. We'll try to sneak away from them.

>>37328047
>>Call in Janice and the others to support you.
Their strikers are fairly stealthy, so if needed we can still make a run for it.

>>37328047
>Focus on stealth. We'll try to sneak away from them.

>>37328047
>>Other
>inform the others of our situation, have them ready to act in the event we do get spotted, focus on stealth for as much as possible.

>>37328047
seconding this
>>37328072

>>37328047
>>37328072
Thirding

>>37328047
"Let's focus on stealth." You say. "But let Janice know the situation."

"Got it." Bullseye nods.

The next three minutes are very tense, as you wonder if you'll get intercepted by a hostile fighter of helicopter.

"Oh shit." Bullseye pales. "Radar is picking up two contacts heading over to us. They might have seen us."

"On radar?" You blink.

"Dunno. IR, maybe. Even with our reduced heat signature, we'd still be easy to see in weather this cold."

>Let's see if we can outrun them.
>Let's see if we can ambush them.
>Call in Janice and the others to get them off our tail.
>Other

>>37328072
this

>>37328144
>>Let's see if we can outrun them.

>>37328144
>>Other
laika will you be a dear and make a big fuss over there away from us?

>>37328144
>Let's see if we can outrun them.

>>37328144
>Call in Janice and the others to get them off our tail.

>>37328144
>>Let's see if we can outrun them.
>>Call in Janice and the others to get them off our tail.

We've been spotted. Pedal to the metal while calling for waifu and daughteru.

...if our pursuers are Vampirs, does that mean Laika will be fighting her sisters?

>>37328144
>>Call in Janice and the others to get them off our tail.

>>37328144
>>Let's see if we can outrun them.

>>37328157
well if it is her it's not like the russians have a chance in hell

do it

>>37328144
>>Call in Janice and the others to get them off our tail.

>>37328144
>>37328157
This.

>>37328186
>inb4 Russians mistake her as Frank at first
>inb4 they realize Frank is still at Poland
>inb4 they realize they need to face TWO super ace
The report will be nice bedtime story.

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>>37328144
"Janice, I think we've been spotted. We're gonna need some backup." You grunt. "Mind heading over?"

"We'll be there as soon as possible!" Janice coos. "Laika also wants to come along. She said something about you saying she could?"

>Yes, Laika will be a great help.
>Leave Laika out of this.
>Other

>>37328257
Her big debut would probably be her humming the Mappy theme on an open channel.

>>37328281
>Yes, Laika will be a great help.
We promised.

>>37328281
>>Yes, Laika will be a great help.

>>37328281
>>Yes, Laika will be a great help.

she can bring the flashiest toy she wants

>>37328281
>>Yes, Laika will be a great help.

>>37328281
>>Yes, Laika will be a great help.
In before Laika is <spoiler>forced to kill the rest of Butterfly Squadron</spoiler>.

>>37328312
its time for UNDERSTANDING then.

>>37328281
"Call her in." You say. "You and I both know what she's capable of."

"All right." Janice says uncertainly.

"Aw shit, more contacts." Bullseye frowns.

"Can we keep ahead of them?" You ask.

"The helos? Sure. The jets? Not so much." Bullseye shakes his head.

Then you start hearing a familiar humming over the radio. It sounded vaguely familiar, actually, like Laika's singing.

"Holy crap." Bullseye blinks. "One of the contacts is gone."

You poke your head out of the door to see the flares of jet engines high above. No doubt Laika engaging the fighters that were hunting you. You could see smaller flares of missiles being fired, and a star briefly shines as another fighter bites it.

"Easy mode." You hear Laika mutter.

Meanwhile, the helo contacts slowly but steadily begin to catch up.

"Janice? Where are you?" You ask nervously.

Almost there! Just another minute!" Janice says.

You're tempted to have Laika divert to take out the helos, but then she'd have to go dangerously low, which was compounded with this weather. Not to mention there were still fighters in the air..

>Have Laika take out the helos.
>Trust Janice to reach you in time.
>Other

>>37328414
>>Trust Janice to reach you in time.

>>37328414
>Trust Janice to reach you in time.

>>37328414
>>Trust Janice to reach you in time.

>>37328414
>>Trust Janice to reach you in time.

go evasive, have our witches prepare to return fire with magically enhanced small arms.

>>37328414
"Come on, Janice." You whisper. "Get here quick."

Unfortunately, what you see arriving isn't Janice, but a tracer round.

"Fuck, they're firing on us!" Bullseye curses.

Yeah, you could tell they were firing autocannons at you. No doubt the weather was too poor to risk using missiles.

"Shit shit shit!" Bullseye grunts. "I wanna go evasive but in this fucking weather, it's basically asking for us to crash!"

>Keep straight and steady.
>Go evasive!
>Other

>>37328504
>Keep straight and steady.
She will get here in time.

>>37328414
>Trust in Janice

Someone out there doesn't trust in Janice. We hate them.

>>37328504
>>Keep straight and steady.
>>Other
See if one of our Witches can shoot back.

>>37328504
>>Keep straight and steady.

>>37328504
>>Keep straight and steady.

>>37328504
>>Other
>Bullseye, you autorotated onto a fucking aircraft carrier. If anybody can fly evasive without dying here, it's you.

>>37328504
>>Go evasive!
and >>37328577

>>37328577
It wasn't even an actual aircraft carrier. It was a WW1 Dreadnought with a goddamn helo deck bolted to it's arse.

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>>37328504
Keep it straight and steady, Bullseye!" You yell. "We need to keep this thing in one piece!"

"Tell that to those fuckers behind us!"

You look out the side door again. This time you manage to make out a pair of fuzzy shapes in the distance, occasionally interrupted by bright muzzle flashes from their cannons.

And then the one thing you didn't want to happen. The Ghost Hawk begins to shudder from hits.

"Fuck!" Bullseye grunts.

You're about to call out to Janice when you see several blurs flash by. you look back just in time to see Janice and Nungesser engage the Ka-50s, knocking them out. Jetstream and Euclid rise up to assist Laika against the fighters while Ghost stays near the Ghost Hawk.

"Aw crap." Bullseye bites his lip.

"What's the damage?" You ask.

"Um, he might have hit one of our fuel tanks. Other than that, damage is light, but we might not have enough fuel to make it back to the coast." Bullseye says sheepishly. "We can try chancing it..."

"Maybe land somewhere and hide out until extraction?" John suggests.

"In the middle of freaking Siberia?" Bullseye snorts. "We'd be popsicles by the time rescue arrives!"

"Pierce, report!" You hear Anderson speak up. "What's your status?"

"Um, our helo took some hits and sustained some damage. We're unsure if we can make it to the coast." You report.

"Damn." You hear Anderson curse. "Look, Pierce, there is an alternate area near your location you can land it. It's not ideal but... if you can't make it to the coast, it's better than capture or freezing to death."

"What's so bad about it?" You ask.

"I can't tell you, but you'll see if you go there." Anderson says cryptically.

>We'll keep heading for the coast.
>We'll risk it on the ground.
>No choice but to diver to this mysterious base.
>Other

>>37328611
>>No choice but to diver to this mysterious base.

>>37328611
>no choice but to divert to mystery base
Let's see what it all is.

>>37328611
>>We'll keep heading for the coast.

>>37328611
>No choice but to diver to this mysterious base.

A damaged chopper in the middle of siberia? Yeah, lets divert and be safe.

>>37328611
>>We'll keep heading for the coast.

>>37328611
>We'll keep heading for the coast.

>>37328611
>>No choice but to diver to this mysterious base.

I WONDER WHAT THIS COULD BE, GUYS

Why aren't you voting for it?

>>37328611
>No choice but to diver to this mysterious base.

>>37328611
>>No choice but to diver to this mysterious base.
>>37328655
probably because we're paranoid as fuck

>>37328611
>>We'll keep heading for the coast.

>>37328632
>>37328653
wut?

>>37328685
I cocked up changing my vote so I just deleted my original vote and voted again.

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>>37328611
You look at Bullseye, and then at the rest of the occupants in the Ghost Hawk.

"Looks like we have no choice. Give us the coordinates." You say.

"Got it. Just be careful when you land, okay?" Anderson warns. "The base staff will most likely help you, but that doesn't mean you should trust them. Is that clear?"

"Got it." You nod.

"All right. When the base personnel challenge you, tell them that Sirius sent you."

"I'll remember that."

"We're coming too."Janice says. "We can't very well leave you out here alone."

"I'm coming too!" Laika says after she shoots down the last plane.

"All right, all right." You chuckle. Your witches were loyal to the end.

A few minutes of bad weather and shrieking low fuel alarms, you finally see the lights and buildings of a massive military base. Your radio buzzes with a challenge, spoken in heavily Russian accented English.

"Unidentified craft, please identify yourselves or you will be shot down!"

"Don't shoot!" You say. "My name is Captain William Pierce. Our helicopter is heavily damaged and in need of repair. Sirius sent us."

The radio falls silent for a few seconds before speaking up again.

"You are clear to land, Captain Pierce. Just follow the landing lights."

Bullseye wastes no time in landing the Ghost Hawk, with your witches and Laika following suit. In the distance, you can see a trio of men approaching. One unarmed man flanked by two bodyguards.

Spetsnaz bodyguards.

Where the hell did you just land?

"Greetings, Captain Pierce." The escorted man gives a slight by. "I am Colonel Petrov, and welcome to Strana Mechty."

>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week. Expect a makeup thread for Cyberpunk Idols this Tuesday evening, with Ace Combat on Friday!

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>>37328759
>"I am Colonel Petrov, and welcome to Strana Mechty."

>>37328759
fuck yeah

thanks for the thread Merc