Operation Laysing

[Tim Siguire]

i get up and walk out to the helipad area, slowly looking around. I See James Heading Into The B-17

SEE YA LATER JAMES!! i shouted and waved

"anyways.... i guess i should find something to do while on the base, for now..."

i put on my headphones and listen to some music

Let's headbang!

[Mr.Mustard]

ONE WEEK LATER
James sat in the plane, back in his Hawaiian shirt. The shore leave had gone over well, and his wound had healed remarkably fast. He lifted his shirt, revealing the round, dime sized scar in his torso. He let his shirt back down, and pulled Mac back into his pocket. He was getting bad vibes again. No less than ten minutes later, the B-17 was hit by an AA shell. the plane, along with it's 20 riders, were crashing back into Vietnam. The plane hit the treeline with a remarkable force. James flew free of the ruined cargo hold, smashing into the ground and falling unconscious.
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James awoke to blackness, but without stars. He sat up, hitting his head on something.
*Where am I?* James thought, his eyes starting to adjust to the dull light. He tried to move forward, and to the sides, with no avail. He heard a burst of furious Vietnamese, and finally became aware of where he was.
*Why didn't I die in the crash? It would have been a mercy...* he thought to himself, gripping the bars of the bamboo cage. The POW camp was going to be the worst nights of his life. He reached into his pocket, and pulled the small, hungry mouse onto his shoulder.
*At least I still have you...*

[Blaiiine]

Sitting in the Huey, Cyril checked his gear and loaded his M-16. The jungles of North Vietnam went by below. He looked around and listened to the Rolling Stones on the helicopter's radio. He looked up at the two other MAC-V soldiers in front of him. "Okay, this is a small operation. Study the NVA camp and document their activities....we can kill any who stand in our way but we gotta make it quiet..." Cyril yelled as the helicopter slowed to a halt. They hooked up and rappelled down to the wet and dark jungle floor. Cyril unhooked and lifted his M-16. It was no-man's land now. 

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro ran over to the communications depot. Turns out one of the planes which held one of his new squadmates, James, had gone down over the treeline. It was transporting a bunch of recruits and older troops coming back from leave.
"S***..." he said, tripping, but regaining his balance. He got to the depot just as the report finished coming in. Just as the commander was finishing reading, he burst in.
"Sir! I want to take a team in and rescue our troops."
The commander looked at him.
"I had a feeling you'd show up Shiro... Alright, go pick your team. This is an underwraps rescue operation, so its going to have to be a small team. maybe 6 or 8 people."
Shiro nodded, and left to go find his team.

[Blaiiine]

"Okay, let's move out...and watch for any.." Cyril said as he heard a loud explosion and looked up to see their helo go down into the tree line. "Sargeant, are we going to go help them?" One of troops asked, Cyril nodded and moved down the hill. "Sargeant, this Overlord. We've got reports of a helo crashing, is this correct?" His radio buzzed. "Roger, Overlord. Hornet 3-3 is down and out, we're moving in to assault the crash site and rescue the crew." Cyril replied. "SOG 13, do not go to the crash site, I repeat do not-" The radio was cut off as Cyril shut it off.

[Blaiiine]

Sliding down the hill, Cyril readied his M-16 and saw the crash site. He covered his mouth as smoke hit his face. VC slowly surrounded the helo and he fired, the two other squad members copying. He moved closer and slid down under cover with the pilot, who was bleeding badly. "Anthony, we're going to clear this out and I need you to take this man to a field hospital. Don't come back though..." Cyril replied into the radio as he continued to mow VC sappers down.

[Blaiiine]

The squad killed the last VC scout and Cyril moved to an open spot, crouching and popping a can of purple smoke. He went back and lifted the pilot up, waiting for the helo. The other squad members sat back and watched for anymore Viet Cong who wanted to make a quick shot.

[Blaiiine]

"Roger that, brother. Stay safe.." Cyril said before turning his radio off and putting it away. The sound of an alarm could be heard in the distant. "Sounds like we've started the party...let's go attend.." Cyril said to the others as he moved towards the sound of the alarm. "You sure this is going to work, I mean taking this base out..." The machine-gunner asked. "No but they shot one of our choppers down...and now I'm pissed." He replied, as he moved through the brush and saw the small outpost near a river port.

[Tim Siguire]

radios from base

"How Are things goin?, Anybody.... ImAt The Base Ready For Deployment"

[Blaiiine]

Cyril moved up and looked down at the C4,"You guys cover me and I'm going to blow the main gas station up." Cyril said, then sprinting towards a hole in the fence. Sliding under, he fired his M-16 and took out three VC guards. He moved to the main gas station and planted the C4. "Alright guys, I've got it done. Let's get to the port and get out of-" Cyril cut himself off as he saw a HIND hover up from a helo pad and started to fire at him. He ran and found heavy cover, as his two squad mates showed up.

[Mr.Mustard]

James sat in his cage, Tears in his eyes. He had been fed some sort of stew, with chunks of meat that he didn't dare try to identify. He always fed the meat to Mac, and the small mouse was starting to get fat. The  Water boarding was the worst. The small wooden chair had pegs etched into the wood, thin enough to slice flesh. He was strapped in, and held in the water for minutes at a time, leaving his lungs screaming. As he sat and thought, a guard started yelling in feverish Vietnamese and walking to his cell. He pulled Mac out of his pocket, and placed it behind him. He didn't want his only link to sanity to be killed.
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They had pulled James out of his cell and forced him into a small room, holding only three guards, a small table, two chairs, and a pistol. James' heart sank. The forced him into the chair, and pulled another soldier into the room. James recognized him at once, the young MP who had been thinking of a horror movie when he was shot. One of the guards grabbed the revolver, slapping one bullet into the chamber. He spun the chamber, and slapped the gun closed, and laid the gun on the table.
"You first!" he yelled, pointing at James. He picked up the gun with trembling hands, and pulled it to his temple. He was sweating. His hands shook harder. He squeezed the trigger.
Click
The guard grabbed the pistol from him, and slapped the gun in front of the young guard "Play! Now!" The MP pulled the gun to his head. *He's thinking of his parents* James thought, sick to his stomach. The MP bit his lip, and pulled the trigger.
Click
He threw the gun to the floor, and was promptly hit by one of the guards. The same guard picked up the gun, and handed it to James. He pulled it to his temple again.
*Sarah, forgive me* he thought and pulled the trigger.
Click
The guard grabbed the gun from him, and put it into the MP's hand once again. The kid put the gun to his head, tried to pull the trigger, and threw the gun across the room. "LORD!" he yelled, as the guards scrambled for the gun. They grabbed it and put it in front of the kid. "Play, or Iron Maiden!" one of the guards yelled. The kid pulled the pun to his head, and squeezed the trigger.
BANG!
James felt a warm wetness against his face, and felt a tear roll down his cheek.

[Blaiiine]

Cyril ran to cover near the dock and looked over to the others. They began to run, but a machine gun unloaded, tearing them to pieces. "Aw god d*****. F*** you, charlie!" He yelled before firing on two other VC soldiers, and diving into a boat. He turned the key, the engine went on but cut off. Bullets whizzed by as the VC got closer. The HIND slowly turned around, and Cyril turned the key. It started and he quickly hit the gas. "Come on, come on!" He yelled as the boat zoomed down the murky river, the helo catching up. He turned around, the base far away. A rocket impacted the side and he flew out.

Two Viet Cong soldiers walked up to Cyril's body, poking it with the tips of their AK-47's. "He must be dead after that. Let him rot here like any other GI." The first one said, and they walked off. Back at the base, a officer walked in to the command office. "Sir, we have confirmation of three SOG soldiers deaths in North Vietnam. One Allen Richards of Chicago, Antonio Rodriguez of Houston and Cyril Harino of Wichita Falls." The officer said to the main commander, handing him their files. "Tell their families and squad mates. Hopefully they're just MIA...."

[Tim Siguire]

wandering around the base i over a small part of the commander's conversation
''Hopefully They're Just MIA''
"I Wonder Who They Were Talking About, and... MIA? I Know James Left But i Havent seen him since.... i havent seen cyril either.
i wonder if anthony is still around here somewhere....
ANTHONY!!! i said as i yelled for him

[Blaiiine]

The officer walked out of the command room and saw Tim. He speed-walked toward him, "Hey you, yeah you!" He said, catching up with him. "You fought with Cyril H. right?" He asked, looking at Cyril's file, most of it blacked out, and confirming it. "Sad to say this to you, but your squad leader Cyril went missing in North Vietnam. We think he might be KIA'd." He said.

[Mr.Mustard]

James sat in his cage, pulling and biting at the bamboo at the back. It was slow, painful work, but he had to have some sort of weapon against the guards. He glanced up at the snoring patroller, and felt a frown crease his face.