Virus Hunt Syria: Too Quiet

Summary:
August 25 2014: Jericho and Partisan continue to gather intel as the SHIELD team flies out to Syria

Aleppo

Presently the most fought over city in Syria, Aleppo resembles a cross between a jigsaw puzzle and a block of Swiss cheese.


Characters

NPCs

  • ISIS Fighters

Mood Music:
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Aleppo, Syria.

Jericho sighs, looking out over the city from the bluff they're on. Smoke rises from several districts as the four way fight between the rebels, the government, ISIS and the Kurds. "The Siege would be hot when we come here." He mutters. As they'd been working over investigating various leads when a server farm with Hydra protocols abruptly went dark. Either it got hit during the fighting or… they're hiding something. Or it's a trap, one of those.

"Mile from here. Probably looking for a building with a basement. That's pretty near the fighting though. What's the play?"

Partisan peers quietly over the overlook, thinking quietly. "Roll heavy, leave the Benz here."

Stepping back and tugging down her gasmask and lid, before she hoists that PC and starts getting her 'pro' gear cynched down. "Fuck this is like one huge deja vu bad dream, reminds me of Berlin 1945."

Carbine, two RPG-26s and RKG anti tank grenades. "Bring a Dragunov in addition to your Carbine, we may need to clear some lines of approach as this unfolds. We should expect this to get fucking nasty."Then…out come tube socks and frag grenade. She cuts a small hole in the end of each before getting down to work good and proper. Off come those grenade fuses, before she slides a grenade into each sock and reinstalls the fuse after ziptying the stock in place for extra security. The long ends get a good knot, before she hands them over to Jericho. "Makes throwing them high and into buildings easier. Understand the concept?"

Road flares go into her backpack's top GP pouch, before she clips the backpack onto her PC and peers back after Jericho. "Ready?"

*

"Almost." Partisan might have thought he was a bit nuts when he insisted on bringing a minigun for which they had no mounts. But as his traces flush blue, activating strength enhancement only, and he slings the thing over his back it may start to make sense. Places like this already feature metahuman operatives loyal to one side or another. They're not every day occurrences but no one will bat an eye really.

*

Until he points that gun at them at any rate. "Okay, good to go here." He accepts the extra gear with a nod. "We're good. Go up five hundred meters, take a left and it's a straight shot from there. I'll follow your lead."

Partisan bashes her helmet with a fist twice just to get things squared away, before nodding. "Lets go do something stupid, shall we?"

Threading that AK up against her shoulder, rotating the carbine ejection port up and off she goes. Moving quiet and slow, more than wary of the ground she steps on. The threat of claymores, AP mines or IEDs is very real of course so the route is not exactly direct. Even less so, if only to avoid giving anyone a terribly clear line of sight. Her bootfalls fall silently, her form poised and taut as she moves in with a distinctly lupine sort've grace. It would seem this place brings the wolf out from under it'\s sheep skin, if only a little. Pausing to peer around a building at the left turn, before glancing for Jerry to move up behind.

*

Jericho is well versed in tactical movement though he often has to do it alone so it's nice to have a second. And hey, Partisan even took point without asking. Up one alley, down another, avoid that suspicious pile of trash. IEDs are the worst of the booby traps but not the only ones. The sounds of fighting are pretty darn fierce and only about a quarter mile away as they make the final approach to the building containing the server farm.

"Building in sight." Jericho reports. The only approach from any direction is over fifty meters of cleared ground. The building itself looks like it's taken some artillery hits but doesn't look too much worse for wear. No apparent occupants, which… is odd.

*

Partisan winces "fuck, lots of open ground. You go first, I'm much faster. Get inside and dont fret over suppressive fire, more likely they'll think you’re a solo act alright?" Theres a quick dash across the street, so she can eyeball the street's taller buildings better.

"No fucking around, just get in there alright? I doubt you'll need to breach, if you do I'll provide suppressing if necessary alright? Quick and quiet, now get it done."

*

Jericho pulls the cowl up over his lower face and nods. Even carrying eighty five pounds of minigun on his back in addition to the rest of his kit he moves surprisingly quickly. He pounds across the rubble strewn street as if he were running in slicks on a track. No attacks, no bullets. Partisan sees him round a corner. "2-1. Good luck, the basement door is intact and not covered in rubble. Breaching…" Splintering wood comes over the mic as the hacker goes right for the sever farms that are probably down there.

*

Partisan rolls her shoulders "1-1, coming to you." She's off like a shot, boots throwing up a faint trail of sand and grit as she makes the dash across open ground. Ak pumping as those boots struggle to keep up with the woman who seems intent on ripping them in half, before she comes to a skitting stop behind cover. "Friendly, coming in." She calls out, before moving to follow after.

*

Curiously, still no gunfire. Is the place perhaps actually abandoned? Once she gets downstairs to the basement it may become a little more clear. Jericho's already working on a couple of the servers but they're in bad shape. "Looks like it got too hot for them and they tried to scuttle 'em. I'm trying to patch together some power to let me see if the hard drives are salvageable. Be a couple of minutes."

*

Partisan shrugs, peering about the joint curiously. "I'd really like to know why everyone is so well behaved in this neighborhood, it's creeping me the fuck out. I'm gonna go scout out the floors above, call me when we make any progress alright?" Not that she waits, because this is the mother fucking partisan. Mother fucker. There’s got to be some goodies in here if they bailed quick, you never know right?"

*

Considering there is, by the sounds of things, a raging firefight not five hundred yards away, this place is rather suspiciously quiet. There is a lot of evidence of quick bug out. Coffee still on tables. Papers hastily tossed into fires or shredders, some bits of odd kit still laying about. No weapons but a few things that may prove interesting. Radio reciever that might have some encryption hard coded into it. Some really odd liking NVG's and a couple of spherical… um, it's not clear what those are.

Partisan is, well it isn't looting. These are trophies, it's totally different. "2-1 be advised, I have what look like chemical submunitions up here. Please be perfectly fucking frank with me, considering how much your friends all love me. Is it worth trying to bring these things back, because if they just say thanks and walk off I'm gonna shank someone."

*

"2-1 We've got some time. It's worth at least trying to figure out what the hell they are." There's a humming sound in the background as Jericho gets the improvised power source working. "Okay, I've got power. Going to be a few minutes while I see what we can pull off these and if I have to take any with us to work on them later." He pauses. "Anything else interesting up there? I'm getting a lot of radio traffic right now. ISIS and Government forces are duking it out a couple blocks up."

*

Partisan narrows her gaze at the spheres, man there are bad ideas and there are bad ideas. Fucking around with submunitions is never a great idea, but well. she pops open her pack, and produces a pelican case she had her "big keys" in. With the addition of some socks for padding, she snags the spheres and hopes the padding will be sufficient. "1-1, I've got them. It looks like, twilight zone levels of calm over here right now. Yaknow when I brought spooky prototype weapons to the CIA, I got fucking paid. I don’t get ten million per I'm gonna be insulted."

*

"2-1. Like we want SHIELD having those assuming they don't already." Jericho snorts over the radio. "Okay. I'm downloading now. Lot of it's encrypted but it looks familiar. I'll run it when we're not in a spookily quiet abandoned building. I've got a couple of hard drives offline that it might be worth to examine physically so I'll be taking those too. ETA two minutes." There's something blinking out of the corner of Partisan's eye. It turns out to be an iPhone when she looks. It's in Arabic but she can read that. It's got a few texts, which go to an unknown number and seem to reference progress on the 'Apollyon Project.'

*

Partisan lifts the phone with a raised eyebrow (after checking for dangly wires of course)"Does project "Appolyon" ring any bells for you, snagged a smart phone up here. Apparently, the other party still thinks the owner is here. You wanna try stringing them along or something, this is a little too nerd-shit for me. "Not that she doesn’t pocket it, because well it's a trophy. So are those pens, fuck yes pens.

*

"2-1 Maybe. Bring it down here when you're done looking up there and I'll mess with it." Jericho stuffs the hard drives into his satchel. He's got data in his buffer and possible data to recover so this is his element. "Woah. I just got a spike in radio traffic. ISIS brought up an armored unit. They're breaking through. Part, we gotta move fa- INCOMING!"

There's a high pitched whistle as mortar fire begins to rain down in the clearing walking back toward the building. 88's. Big, big mortars.

*

Partisan is relieved in a scary way, the waiting -is- always the worst part. She moves quickly, flipping over a desk for cover before a nearby explosion knocks the glass out. "Well, at least we won't die of boredom." Peering out from a shattered window, armored unit huh? "Whats your ETA again?"

*

"2-1 Emerging from the basement now." Mortars impact the building, throwing up splinters and dust in a couple other rooms. As Jericho is emerging a T72 and a pair of BRDM's drive into the plaza in front of the thoroughly looted server farm. "TANK!"

*

Partisan curses"1-1, I got a T-72 and a pair of BRDMs. I don't see anything else, but anyway you can get the Peshies to knock that mortar shit off for like five minutes?"Reaching back to snag that RPG-26, and tug the launcher out. Just like a LAW really, only worse. "Wait for the distraction, I'm going to get their attention and let you scoot." Trying to figure out if she has a good shot at any of them, talk about a fucking day right?

*

"2-1 Let me see if I can give them another target…" Jericho breaks into the Peshmerga radio network in an effort to retask the mortar battery raining hell down on the clearing and building.

The armored vehicles trundle into the plaza. Partisan can actually have quite a good shot at any o them, but it'll be necessary to expose herself to get it. There's not a whole lot of the north wall left and any shot taken is sure to invite return fire.

*

She's actually more worried about those BRDMs than anything, that T-72 has fairly shitty optics and the turret traverse has never been called quick. "1-1, I am engaging the armor. Meet you back at the car, radio silence if you please. This is going to be a little rough.

"This is stupid, even by her standards of soldiering. Still, she's the mother fucking partisan right? What good is that, if she doesn't have a miracle up her sleeve every now and then? So she backs up, tightens the sling of her Suchka to keep it from bouncing around too much and takes a moment. Then she's off, sprinting for all she's worth before the leap. It's a little higher than she would prefer, she's moving a little faster. Still she hits with a grunt and rolls, dropping immediately to a knee whilst sticking her other leg out to stabilize the position. Then click-FWSSHHHHHHHH off goes the RPG-26, shrouding her in caustic smoke as it spirals towards the first BRDM.

*

Jericho is moving almost the same moment she is. The moment she takes off machineguns from both APC's open up on her. The RPG rockets out to impact on the front left armored glacis. Left BRDM grinds to a halt as shrapnel ruins it's propulsion. One immobilized… and a lot of bullets for her.

Partisan is doing a job avoiding the majority of the gunfire really, she takes off like a shot as she reaches back for the next RPG before diving for the cover provided by that knocked out BRDM. Then, a round skips off the back of the knocked out armored car and it's just not lucky. It dives into her mask, and she slumps to the ground, before letting out a dull groan. One hand digging for her chin strap, before she can roll it free. Off comes the mask, and oh fuck she's just a mess. Coughing and gagging, as blood, teeth and flesh erupt onto the pavement. Jawshot. "nnnnnnnnnmmmmfgh!"

Banging her head against the hull for a moment to brace herself against the pain, fat lot've good that mic is gonna do her now. Still, this isn't a Sunday morning tea party and she isn't Princess precious, she's the mother fucking Partisan and she's not going to go out like this. Even as flesh and bone begins already knitting itself back together, she may be tough but she isn't immune to the pain. Glove writhing against her blood soaked RPG, before she can gather herself back up enough to jerk a smoke grenade from her PC and give it a pitch, talk about a bad fucking day.

*

Jericho's out of sight now and not on the radio. Souldiers are starting to emerge from both BRDMs and that tank is still trying to track with her. The hatch opens up so someone can add a third MG to the hailstorm already headed Parti's way. They… don't like her."

*

Partisan is a blood soaked mess, but when guys start out've her cover she responds immediately. She grabs the first man by the throat, lays her blood soaked left hand on his forehead and with all her might she rams his head back into his own fucking BRDM hard enough to ring the thing like a bell and render his skull to mush. Then, with a sidestep she drags his mangled body in front of her. Dragging the AK slung over one shoulder over, before she magdumps the poor fuck's AK into his own comrades with a utterly inhuman sort've cry. His AK exhausted, she steps back to flick that RPG up to her hands and she's off again. Coughing up blood still as she dashes between the burned out BRDM and a burned out Car. Twisting to let off that second RPG at the last minute before she hits the pavement backpack first and goes for a tumble which really just furthers her agony all the more.

AK fire now adds to the bark of heavy machine guns as a squad of soldiers from the far BRDM moves against Partisan's cover. Bullets skip and whine near her… and then from a rooftop across the way there's a very familiar electrical whirrrrrrr

*

PartisanJust takes a moment, because she's on the verge of losing it entirely here. Grasping her RKGs firmly in one hand, as she produces that 1911. The first RKG whips out in a high arc, before clunking just below the turret of that BRDM before -KFROWOOOOOM- that shaped charge ignites and that is absolutely all she wrote. The next one follows just a second later, skipping in low against the concrete before igniting -just- before impact with the T-72's right drive wheel.

*

The drive wheel only really dents, but it's enough. That thing isn't going anywhere now. Moments later an absolutely torrential hail of bullets strikes the courtyard, turning the second squad into mulch in the space of seconds. "PARTISAN! YOU ALIVE DOWN THERE?" Comes Jericho's voice over the radio as he ducks the return fire.

*

Partisan grunts, rolling up onto her boots and off she goes. Sprinting for absolutely everything she's worth in a rough orbit of that T-72, until she can get out in front of that turret and cut in after it. Taking a flying leap to nearly clear one burned out BRDM, before leaping high and far towards the deck of that T-72. Theres a roll and a twist, and -CLANK- as she hits the engine deck -HARD- with a wet cough.

*

Now she can see Jericho emerge from cover on a rooftop again, traces flushed bright azure. The minigun spins up once more and pours hot lead into the courtyard again. This time he's focusing on the second BRDM, preventing anyone from using its pintle mount. THe fire sweeps reward toward the engine. Top armor is generally thinner on vehicles like these and he stands a fairly good chance of just chewing the engine block to hell.

"Up on your left Parti!" Jericho calls as someone emerges from the tank hatch with a P90.

*

Partisan stuffs her 1911 against the man's eye socket, before she grabs his collar. Safety off, and well it's not pretty. She rips that P-90 free as she throws the fucker out've that turret, before just blindly mag dumping the little PDW right down the hatch. Fuck those guys, seriously. Then, in she goes. 1911 is a nasty gun, and well in such a tight space it's not exactly friendly you know.

*

By the time she emerges again, Jericho has slung the minigun and is back on ground level, rifling through the guys pockets. It's not super likely they have anything to do with Hydra. They're just ISIS fighters after all, but it's habit and he does it anyway.

*

Partisansits up on the top of that turret with a sigh. Her jaw is working, but man it ain't fucking pretty. "I got a tank." Fuck the Merc, you know how to drive a tank Jerry?"

*

"Drive, sure. Operate?" Jericho makes a so so motion. Driving tanks is actually relatively simple. Doing anything useful with it? That requires some familiarity that the hacker just doesn't have. He stands up with some recent maps and communication frequencies. If nothing else this'll help avoid ISIS for a few days until the information is too outdated to matter. "PS, we're supposed to get that SHIELD op team later today. I'll meet 'em at the landing zone."

*

Partisan sinks back down into the turret, before pitching two bodies out. "It's not that different from a T-55 or a T-62 really, as long as the autoloader doesn't jam we'll be alright."Slumping back with a sigh, before peering about the radio place for maps. "You drive, I'll shoot. We'll be good. Pity we dont have like a BTR-90, those things have AC."

*

That makes Jericho laugh. "Well we're headed back out. Hopefully no one will take potshots at us. Do you plan to keep the damn thing?" He wonders how exactly Partisan would ship it and what one earth she'd do with it once she had it. There are several maps, mostly marked with present ISIS positions.

"We'd better roll out before the government realizes it hasn't lost the district and sends people back in."

*

Partisan shrugs "The drive wheel's busted, I doubt it'll be much use by the time we hit the air strip. I'm just tired of playing light infantry after getting half my fucking face shot off, snagging a lovely soviet era main battle tank seemed like a great way of taking a break. Plus it'll make getting through ISIS territory all the easier. Life was easier when all I had to do was dress like a soviet, and drive a UAZ around. Or pull that little war orphan bullshit, or yaknow a plane around. War these days is just too amateur."

*

"Welcome to the twenty first century." Jericho murmurs. His kit's going to be a bit hard to fit on the tank, so he has to strap some of it down as cargo, the minigun in particular. "Right. We'll drive it till that drive wheel ruins the dread, then we'll bail. Here, scoot over…" The hacker slides into the tank and makes his way through its messy interior to driver's seat. The tank's still running so it doesn't take him much to get going.


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