An enormous whoosh sent the trio of JTF2 members ducking behind a low wall. The sound of tearing Velcro intensified as a half dozen Russian AS-15 missiles blasted overhead, heading into the city. Adrian paused and pointed forward where a pair of Russian's slowly walked towards them, AK-47 rifles up, intense beams of LED light illuminating the shadows that had now crept higher in the sunset. Cody tapped Adrian on the shoulder, directing him into a store, as he ducked behind a garbage bin. The beam of light passed over Mike's hiding spot, on his belly under a large truck, before moving up to the store, the broken glass glittering.
"Стоп. Что это такое?" one of the Russian's grunted as the beam stopped.
"Я не знаю. Будьте бдительны!" the other whispered as he tightened his grip on his AK. Cody knew Russian well enough to know they had seen something. He shifted his weight and holstered his sidearm, praying Adrian would move fast enough. Mike's status light on his monocle flashed green, signaling he had weapon sights on the hostiles. Cody held his breathe as the back of a Russian appeared, moving into the store where Adrian crouched waiting.
"Американцы! Вызовите команду!" the first Russian cried as Adrian dove forward, yanking the AK sideways and plunging his combat knife deep into the man's jugular, turning his screams into wet gurgles. The second Russian appeared in front of Cody, an AA-12 Shotgun raised, ready to blast both soldiers into ribbons. Cody shot his leg out, buckling the side of the soldier's knee, sending him sprawling into the wall. The Russian whipped out the shotgun, buttock passing over Cody's head as he ducked underneath the swing. An elbow to the jaw sent the Russian stumbling backwards. Cody continued his momentum and spun, hand grasping the handle sticking out of his back harness.
The Russian had just recovered and was raising his shotgun when the steel blade of the Tomahawk connected with the side of his head, embedding itself just below the ear, severing the major arteries along the outside of the neck. Cody withdrew the blade as the Russian clutched his neck, stumbling forward onto his knees before a muffled gunshot from Mike's M14 punctured his temple, putting the man down.
Adrian stepped out of the shop, wiping his knife on his pant leg. "We're clear sir." he whispered as he re-shouldered his rifle. Cody nodded and drew his sidearm once again before stepping back onto the road, waiting for Mike to join them before moving on, the horrible images of the Russian missiles still fresh in their minds.
"El-Tee!" Mike whispered, "Here!"
Cody ducked under a fallen street lamp and joined Mike at the corner of a dock house, Adrian watching their back. The smell hit Cody as he reached Mike. "Yea, let me check." He withdrew a black light from his vest pouch, snapping it on and illuminating the door. A glowing "X" stared them in the face before Cody snapped off the light and slipped it back into it's pouch. He called Adrian up. "Ok we're here. No doubt the Frogmen are going to be jumpy, so keep visible until they can ID us, boo-ya?"
"Boo-ya." the two replied as Cody opened the door and stepped inside.
He lowered his pistol, finger resting along the guard as the others stepped inside, closing the door behind them. Cody clicked on his helmet lamp, a red wash illuminating the dock house. A few outboards rested along the wall, dozens of nets and boat parts lined the shelves. Cody stepped around a corner and felt the barrel of a rifle pressed against his side. "Бог сохранить наши земли." said the man, his accent rough.
"Glorious and free." Cody replied lowering his pistol. The SEAL snapped on his own light, illuminating his face.
"Good to see you made it in once piece." He clicked his COM. "All clear gentlemen, come on out." his finished, offering Cody a hand. "Lieutenant Waters."
Cody shook it as a half dozen SEAL's emerged from the shadows. "Lieutenant Shaer. You guys look cozy." Cody grunted.
The SEAL shook his head. "Not after those AS-15's were launched. Time's running out."
Cody nodded when a splash of water sent the group of men spinning, weapons on and directed towards the hole cut into the floor close to the harbor. A masked face emerged, one hand in the air while the other pulled oh his re-breather. "Jesus Christ Yank! I told ya I wouldn't be long!"
Cody lowered his weapon and suppressed a smile. Walking over to the man, he offered a hand. "You're lucky I didn't put a hole in your ass Al."
The large British man accepted it and pulled himself out the water, a couple others surfacing to join him. "Good to see ya mate! Sorry it's under these circumstances though."
Cody nodded and spun to Waters who spoke briefly with another SEAL before taking out a small device and placing it on the ground. A map flickered to life and illuminated the far wall as the projector came to life. The SF Operators crowded around to get a look as Waters began to explain their mission, a few members carefully positioned to watch the doors as the group planned the crippling of the Russian Navy in New York.
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