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~MARINE RECON STRIKE TEAM DELTA-1~
CAPTAIN ROBERT 'SULLY' SULLIVAN
~GOLD TEAM~
CHIEF WARRANT OFFICER RAYMOND 'RJ' PERRY/GOLD TEAM LEADER
STAFF SERGEANT CLAY 'BODE' SPENSER
SERGEANT/MEDIC BENJAMIN 'BEN' WARREN
LANCE CORPORAL MICHAEL 'MIKEY' GRAY
CORPORAL JOAQUIN 'JC' CANALES
~SILVER TEAM~
CHIEF WARRANT OFFICER JOHN FINCH/SILVER TEAM LEADER
STAFF SERGEANT ISRAEL 'GENIUS' VARGAS
SERGEANT JONATON 'JUNIOR BUNK' ROJAS
LANCE CORPORAL SHELTON 'CHEESY' NASRE
LANCE CORPORAL DAVIS 'NEEDLES' MANSOUR
**MIKEY and CHEESE were injured on a previous mission
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In military terms, CONTACT refers to rounds fired at combatants. TO MAKE CONTACT is to verbally speak with a
person or persons in a war/combat zone. Generally, non-combatants are never 'contacted' unless they become hostile.
SSGT Israel Vargas (low whisper): Sir, movement - second floor. Minimum 5...NO... 6 hostiles.
CAPT Robert Sullivan: Copy, 'Genuis'...Mikey is creeping up on your left. Remain in place for my go. To Lance Corporal Michael
Gray: Mikey; set up on Genius' six and wait for me.Genius: Good copy, Sir.
Mikey: On it, Sir. (He moved out...seven minutes later, he radioed back to report that he was in place).
CAPT Sullivan: 'Genius'...
Genius: Copy you...Movin'...Mikey, cover.
Mikey: Copy you, Sarge.
Only a few minutes after Vargas began to creep slowly forward, bright muzzle flashes light up the darkness, along with the
staccato rattle of assault weapons. "Mikey-GET UP HERE!" he shouted, shouldering his M4 carbine. "To our LEFT-60 meters
out!" he told Mikey.To their rear, Sullivan orders his remaining Recon team-"Gold Team-flank left; Silver, right! 'GoGo' and Cheesy-on me!" The
strike teams had nearly reached their comrades when Mikey yelled, "RPG!"None of the combat veterans needed to be told to take immediate cover: they flung themselves in different directions as the
rocket-propelled grenade comes screaming in and detonates with a terrible, combusted ROAR -BAAA-WOOOMP!""DOC! Bode's hit!" someone shouted. Benjamin 'Doc' Warren, the unit medic and also a Lance Corporal, rushed forward, yelling
"BODE-CALL OUT!" SSGT Clay 'Bode' Spenser flashed a quick, red-shaded signal from his flashlight, indicating his location. "I got
you, Brother; you're okay man," the medic told him, yanking open his friend's camo...his heart sank when he saw the extent of the
wound. Despite this, Warren works as diligently as he can until Bode grabs at his forearm and croaks, "T-Tell Cap I can still fight;
I...I just...need...a"- before breathing his last. Warren pounds the ground twice before regaining his composure and getting into
the fight.Sullivan: "JC; Junior Bunk-suppress on the flanks! The rest of you-PUSH 'EM BACK!" JC and JB unleash a deadly hail of automatic machine
gunfire from their M249s (light support weapon is a one-man-portable machine gun; delivers rapid direct firepower) while the rest of
the unit engage the aggressors...
When the enemy is within 75 meters of their position, Sullivan orders "GRENADES!"