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Spring Shibi (Part 2)


Rsquared

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(Note* - This directly follows the previous re-creation of the "Larry asked for it" timeline)

 

Field Report

Operation : Spring Shibi (Extended)
Date : Classified
Location : Somewhere in Arizona
TOD : Approximately 0230 (Exact times are still classified to date)
Extraction Time : Approximately TOD + 15 minutes (Classified)

The three Blackhawks sped away from the extraction point. Accelerating to maximum speed while staying at "Nap of the Earth" altitudes. Drew was grinning at Shibi as he barked out a "Welcome back Brother!". With that, he pushed his way from the frontal command seat towards the, still open, port side door. With a maniacal laugh, he grasped the handhold, leaned out of the speeding craft and started yelling at the top of his lungs back towards the crumbling, smoldering building. He was Yelling..............."DON'T FUK WITH MY BROTHERS!"........"DON'T EVER FUK WITH SHIBI!"........."DON'T FUK WITH ANY OF US EVER AGAIN!"........."AND DON'T EVER, EVER, FUK WITH MY CATS!".

With the last statement, even 98 did a double take towards Robo with a "what the fuk?" look on his face. Robo......was just being happy that this was happening before his twins were born. Though, that only lasted a moment......before all of Alpha team started laughing. The group looked around to each other as they laughed. They had done it. They and the other teams had pulled Shibi out of the $hit. And that was all they needed for the moment. The group felt secure as a unit. They felt that the OP was nearly accomplished. They all relaxed as they sat back to the rumblings of the HELO as it sped towards it's next waypoint. The smoking lamp was lit.

 

After a brief time, the pilot turned in his seat and yelled out "10 MINUTES!". Drew, Shibi and the rest of Alpha team just stared at each other for a moment. And Stain was thinking......"Why the fuk is this guy yelling? We all still have our earpieces in place?"

The HELO's were speeding towards an undisclosed airstrip. They were flying nose-to-tail, in a straight line so as to minimize any frontal profile to any enemy insurgents. Even though.....yes it was a moonless night. AKA dark as $hit. Don't ask me.....I just report em as I see em.

THE PLAN.....was for the HELO's to haul ass from the extraction point to the (undisclosed) airstrip. Yeah......the same one that alot of the guys were enticing a member (of Asian decent) to use as a shooting range. Anyway.....the choppers would do an assault-type landing......the team members would egress from the craft.....and proceed to board another blacked-out C-130. With all of the S & R team members aboard......the C-130 would then proceed to an area of safe harbor. And NO......Shibi would NOT, I repeat, would NOT be at the helm. After all........we all know the thing about Asian drivers. THAT WAS THE PLAN.

SO.....the choppers approached the airstrip quickly. The onboard lights went out...along with the smoking lamp. Unforgiven and R2 bitched as they ground out their last butts. After all.......you have any idea what smokes cost these days? Anyway....the teams knew it was almost over. Just this last small hurdle to jump.....and with the boarding of the plane......it would be just about complete.

The three HELO's came in hard and fast. As soon as the skids hit the ground, the team members were pouring out of them. The entire unit moved quickly towards the idling aircraft. It was at that time, that Planeflyer moved to the front of the advancing "mob" of men. The entire group approached, what they expected to be a slick C-130........and then stopped DEAD in their tracks. The sound......was different. The look.....was different. Something....just....wasn't ....right. The silhouette of the rumbling craft.....looked like something that nobody expected. YEP......what was supposed to be a top-of-the-line, dark, stealthy C-130.........instead......turned out to be a black krylon painted C-47.   ..............................FUK!!!!!!!!!!!!

Planeflyer turned slowly around to the crowd of men that had gathered up behind him. He set his pack on the ground gently.....leaned on his 308AR (well....an RRA.....but we'll let him pass this time).....and proceeded to yell out the following (in his best Samuel L. Jackson voice).

I want one of you MUTHAFUKIN A$$HOLES....to tell me what happened to my MUTHAFUKIN PLANE....right MUTHAFUKIN NOW!

Team-members glanced back and forth to each another. Everybody had that non-plussed kinda look on their faces. The awkward silence lasted for what seemed like forever. Then, Armed Eye Doc stuck his head out of the open door of the "Skytrain" bird. He jumped out and came up in front of Planeflyer (who was still busting a gasket). He blurted out "I know what happened Jon". Planeflyer spun on his heels at the sound. His boiling fury was almost to the breaking point. But he belted out an "OUT WITH IT MAN!". With that....Armed Eye Doc simply stated "I traded it Jon". Planeflyer, barely able to contain himself, barked "FOR WHAT?". Armed Eye Doc stood there, crossed his arms, and said.............................."For....a Microphone".

Rene.....being from close to Chicago......and totally getting the Blues Brothers reference.......just said...... "Oh!"......and moved towards the open door of the plane. The rest of us started talking amongst each other (and agreeing that he had probably made a good deal) as we followed Rene in the door of the aircraft.

Everybody piled onto the idling craft (while grossly overloading it's carrying capacity) and pushed themselves into some corner.....some nook.....or any spot that they could find that their a$$ would fit. Jon stood on the tarmac shaking his head.....mumbling to himself. Nobody could make out what he was saying over the gurgling of the engines of that old plane. But you could almost read his lips.......something about a Muthafukin plane.........and a Muthafukin microphone. Then.....Drew, being the next to last in line, clapped Jon on the shoulder. He pointed off into the (still dark) distance. A line of big, black suburban's were speeding in our direction. He simply stated, "It's time to go Brother!". Magwa, who had been covering the rear (somebody has gotta be tail end Charlie) agreed......and they climbed on board.

Operation Spring Shibi was a success!

 

(Don't miss the next exciting episode of the 308AR company)

Edited by Rsquared
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