Sunday, December 5, 2010

Crime Network Session 1: There's a Rat in My House

The fading sun had left only dim moonlight and a thin but steady mist, however, this did not deter the small Fiat car carrying four persons from traveling to an old family farm nestled in the hills and lower peaks of the Sperrin Mountains. After thirty minutes of driving along narrow county roads, the driver, a pretty young blond, turned off onto a gravel drive that would take her and her compatriots to her father's farm house.

Minutes later the four guests were closing their car doors shut and were greeted by a grinning old man and his unsmiling comrade. The smiling old man was Nathan Kerrigan, founder and leader of a rogue element of the C.I.R.A., an organization dedicated to the violent reunification of Ireland. His comrade was "Mean" Mike Connors, an ally and trusted friend of over forty years in "The Struggle" against Great Britain and her villainous clutches.

Kerrigan's daughter, Fiona (a PC), the pretty blond driver, giggled loudly and ran into her father's arms. She held him tight and they exchanged pleasantries while Fiona's three companions began unpacking their belongings from the car. The joyful family reunion was overshadowed by the disapproving stare of "Mean" Mike Connors who hated the intruders presence only slightly less than their reason for arriving that night.

Hours later, after a few glasses of wine and a homemade meal provided by host Nathan Kerrigan, "Mean" Mike Connonrs garnered every one's attention by telling the newly arrived guests their purpose for coming. He told them that both he and Nathan were convinced that there is a rat inside of the organization that has been relying plans, contacts, and safe-houses to the authorities.

Kerrigan then interrupted and mentioned that rat-catching is one of Mike's specialties but he has been unable to catch the rat for over a month and that he didn't know who else to trust with so significant a task. This, he explained, was why he called in his beloved daughter and her associates to take care of this problem.

Kerrigan then went on to tell the group that before they begin looking for the rat that they were to meet up with a representative of a Belfast Skinhead group, Erik "The Skin", to broker a trade for the Skins Semtex in exchange for the C.I.R.A.'s AK-47 assault rifles.

The next night, Fiona (a PC), Owen (a PC), John (a PC) and Maggie (a PC) pulled up to a construction site that was owned by Erik the Skin's uncle to broker their trade. When they arrived, Erik was flanked to two small but muscular supremacists who each had M16s slung over their shoulders. The four got out of their car and Erik greeted the group with firm handshakes for the men and with kisses to the hands for the ladies.

After the exchanged of compliments the two sides got down to business. Erik stated that he wanted 50 AKs every week along with 3,000 rounds of ammunition and that in return he could and would supply five pounds of Semtex to the C.I.R.A. The group was started by the massive quantities of weapons being discussed but Erik said that he had heard that the C.I.R.A. was recently undergoing troubles and may not be around for long, so he wanted to purchase as many weapons as he could in as short a time as possible. Luckily for the group they were able to leave the meeting with a promise to deliver 25 assault rifles the next week and to then contact their supplier so that they could discuss purchasing more weapons from him to sell to the Skins. Both sides were satisfied by this arrangement. The only further hiccup during the negotiations was when Maggie's cell phone went off and Erik became rather agitated.

The group turned and made their way back to their car that was parked at the entrance of the construction site. Maggie and Fiona were closet to the car when a yellow H3 crept towards them slowly. Maggie noticed that the windows were down slightly and as the car approached that she thought that she smelled the fragrance of marijuana. Before the words of warning could escape her lips the windows on the H3 rolled all the way down and Maggie saw the snubs of an Uzi and a Mack 10 peak out and open fire.

Maggie was caught unawares as the 9mm round blasted thru her arm and Fiona took a bullet to both her chest and her side. Both women dropped to the hard pavement with cries of agony and without a chance to return fire. However, both women struggled forward so that they were behind their car in the event of any further shooting.

As Owen and John pulled their weapons out the H3 sped off and a yellow sports car took its place. Two gangsters jumped out with weapons drawn. Owen and John both unloaded their weapons at the gangsta who exited the driver's side door. After taking two 9mm Glock rounds from John the gangster was violently thrown back into side-mirror of the yellow sports car by a blast from Owen's shotgun that struck his chest.

The surviving gangster began to shoot wildly at the group while he cursed at them loudly. Over the sounds of gunshots and with blood gushing out of her side Fiona thought that she could hear the gunman shouting with a thick Jamaican accent.

While John fired off suppression rounds Owen made his way around the rear of the sports car in a long arching run. John was quite surprised however when three of his suppression shots actually struck the gangster and instead of dropping, the gangster simply changed shooting hands and continued firing! John quickly realized that either this was the meanest gangsta ever, or he was as high as a kite!!!

Owen, crouching as low as he could came around the rear of the car with his shotgun at the ready. The Jamaicans entire body was within feet of Owen, and just before he squeezed off another round he heard the loud shrieking of an approaching police vehicle. Realizing that the group had overstayed their welcome, Owen raised himself to his full height and let loose with a 12 gauge shell to the Jamaicans cranium. What was left of the shooter's torso and legs slammed roughly into the pavement as a large police van pulled up and swung itself in a blocking position on the street.

Before the police van skidded to a complete stop, Welsh Bob, the most dedicated and vicious anti-IRA paramilitary in all of Northern Ireland opened the passenger side door and unloaded approximately forty 5.56 rounds from his SAW machine gun. Maggie, Fiona, and John all utilized their car as a shield but the car itself took serious damage to its rear window, rear lights, bumper, and both tires. John raised his Glock over their vehicle and fired off a few rounds to no effect.

It took him roughly three seconds to realize that a) more police were on their way b) there were now two corpses and two wounded people bleeding on the streets c) there was no way that the C.I.R.A members were ever going to be able to beat a Kevlar vest wearing SAW armed policemen and d) it was time to get the hell outta there!

While John was formulating a plan with the girls the cavalry finally arrived. While attempting to staunch her massive blood loss, Fiona saw Erik the Skin's two assistants run towards the chain-link entrance fence. When the two supremacists reached the fence they unslung their M16s and opened up on Welsh Bob and his heavily armored police van.

Rounds tore into the side of the vehicle but there were little visible damage. However, the white supremacists were able to catch Welsh Bob's attention and he quickly through open his van door, dove inside, and slammed the door back shut behind him. John knew that this was the time to leave. He hollered at the women to hop in as he entered the car himself.

John forcefully turned the key in the ignition until he heard it catch. Looking over his left shoulder he saw Owen making a break for them. Throwing the car into drive, John reached back and opened the rear-driver's side door and Owen dove inside.

Before Owen could alert everyone that he was in, the Skins M16s went silent and Welsh Bob once again emerged from his van and unloaded another long burst at the car. More 5.56 bullets punctured the trunk of the Fiat but luckily none of them punctured anyone in the group. John slammed down on the accelerator and the car lurched forwards while the massive firefight continued behind.

Roughly five minutes later John finally removed his entire foot from the accelerator and the group took stock. Owen began to apply first aid to Fiona's side with a used fast-food bag and napkins. While Owen worked on Fiona, the group debated what to do next. While they were discussing their options, Maggie's phone rang again and it was "Mean" Mike telling them that Nathan Kerrigan's house had been raided by the police and that going back to the farmhouse was obviously compromised. "Mean" Mike told them to instead to travel to the group's home away from home: Murphy's Pub.

Thirty minutes later the group pulled up to Murphy's Pub in a newly stolen non-descript van. The only visible movement in and outside of the bar was the usual fixture; old Nevin sitting at the bar polishing off another pint. Before entering the group discussed the chances that they were being set-up, but before they could finish their conversation there was a loud bang on the drivers-side window next to John's head. Standing outside the van was "Mean" Mike who was scowling when he growled, "Leave your weapons and come inside, the authorities are after us...Nathan wants to speak with".

The group followed "Mean" Mike inside the pub and as soon as he realized their presence, old Nevin downed the remainder of his pint, pushed his bar stool back and promptly left the pub. Nathan Kerrigan was standing in the back corner of the pub watching the news on an old television. As the group cautiously approached they could see that the anchorwoman was standing in the middle of the street where the earlier shootout had taken place and was enlightening the rest of Ireland about the most "recent flare-up of gang violence in downtown Belfast." Locals then told the cameras how scared and angry they were at the shooting and even a local "community leader" named Dewan Thomas Jr. accused the police of not caring about the victims because of their race and socioeconomic status.

Just as Fiona was going to take a seat to rest her beaten body "Mean" Mike put a hand on her shoulder and nodded for her to follow him. When the two were out of ear-shot of the group "Mean" Mike quickly told her that under no uncertain terms did he trust her or any of her friends. He also told her that he believed that she or one of her friends was the actual rat. Lastly, Mike told Fiona that he had a Sicilian contact that he was bringing in to personally rid the C.I.R.A. once and for all of their rat problem. "Mean" Mike then stormed out of the pub and Fiona was left wondering about what the hell she had gotten into.

As she struggled to comprehend everything that had happened to her and her friend's that night the pub's doors were thrown open. Fiona's ears were assaulted by the loudest noise she had ever heard and she, her father, and her friends were immediately restrained by members of Britain's SO13 anti-terrorist squad. Within minutes they were all frisked and then marched into the rear of a waiting police transportation van.

The next thirty days were a blur of interrogations, cold temperatures, sleepless nights, and further interrogations. Fiona, Owen, Maggie, and John were all subjected to numerous unpleasant coercive tactics, however nothing that was considered tortuous to the British government.

At the end of thirty days Fiona was given her cloths and possessions back. She was told that someone was waiting for her and that if she continued "down her chosen path that she would most likely end up back in jail." Bewildered after a month of captivity she said nothing and made her way outside.

Waiting at the facilities entrance for her was "Mean" Mike and her father. She ran and hugged her father tightly and out of the corner of her eye she then saw John and Maggie. As the tears ran down her cheeks in a moment of extreme emotion she asked where Owen was. Her father said that he hadn't been released yet and that he was
being held on terrorism charges. Before Fiona could respond "Mean" Mike interjected, "Or maybe he's talking to them about us right now..."

Saturday, December 4, 2010

More Paintjobs for Crime Network Game

Here are some of the final paint jobs for my group's upcoming Crime Network campaign. Pictured below are a "sample" of the Belfast Chapter of the Hell's Angels. They will be playing an integral role in the gun-running distribution operation of the PCs.

Also, I have a box-set of 10 "mounted" bikers en route that I hope to have painted up over Christmas Break. There's no reason to have an outlaw biker gang involved in a game if they aren't riding their iron horses...

Lastly, here are two more gang-bangers that will undoubtably butt heads with our heroes in the near future.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Paint Job from Alex aka Yorikasudon pt. 2

Here is the 2nd batch of paint jobs from Alex.
These pictures are of the 16 SWAT members that will be going after our "heroes". Yes, I know that Britain doesn't have a SWAT team per se, however, I feel that they can be used in lieu of actually having SO13 Anti-terrorist Branch troopers.

Next up are some Cops to go after the "good guys". And again, yes I do know that constables do not look like this nor does the average constable carry a firearm, but in a crime game, the good guys need to have a chance to win...Don't they?

Here are the player's themselves; all dressed up with no-where to go...We'll see how dangerous they are in just a couple of weeks...

Lastly here are some prone British troops who may get called in if the PC's actions get out of hand and draw the attention of Downing Street...They had better watch out if that happens as the snipers don't look like they are going to miss a shot.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Crime Network Painting Part 3

Here is my newest addition to my group's Crime Network 'family'. This is a group of undercover police / detectives with weapons drawn. These are going to represent the heavily armed constables who will be continuously trying to thwart the players attempts to sow terror and to make gobs of cash.

And then, I needed to paint up a big nasty leader of the Loyalist forces who will be a danger to the group; out came "Welsh" Bob - an ex-SAS member who now leads the local Loyalist forces. He is renown for his military tactics and his violent efficiency.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

2nd Set of Crime Network Paintjobs

Here are some pictures of the second batch of troopers that I have painted up. While I understand that these figures are better suited to Terror Network, they have been laying around, are AMAZING models from Empress, and I simply wanted to paint them!

And with their beards, ballcaps, and M4s, I'm sure that I can come up with some clever reasons for introducing these models to our game. Hopefully these guys are not the death of my players; I suppose only time will tell.

And here is the side view of the Special Forces troops. Notice that the sniper's spotter is wearing a STL Cardinals hat for my hometown and another one of the operators is wearing a KC Royals hat for half of my players...It's the little things that keeps a group playing happily together...

Monday, November 1, 2010

Crime Network's 1st Paintjobs

My gaming group and I have decided to take a small break from Terror Network's world of CIA agents, special forces operators, and undercover operations, and have decided to delve into Bedrock Games: Crime Network. However, since most of my players are Irish, and I am the lone Italian, the setting of our game will be downtown Belfast as opposed to the traditional New York, New Jersey, or Rome...

In our seedy Belfast underworld there will be nationalists, Loyalists, Republicans (Catholic Irishmen not the American political party) skinheads, and Jamaican gangsters. I have named and labeled the major players in all of the different factions and am currently painting up corresponding models for everyone. So far, I have completed 4 Jamaican gangsters which are pictured below.

Hopefully I will be able to complete all of the 'rosters' and paint up enough models before we begin playing in between Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Paint Job from Alex aka Yorikasudon

Here are some pictures of the miniatures that Alex painted up for me -
I feel like he did a hell of a job. I can't wait to get them on the table and mow them down :)

And here are some captives that he painted for me. When playing with Islamic radicals, one must always have numerous hostages on hand...

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Terror Network Episode 8

Episode 8: Operation Hydra Den

September 15th 2010

After the successful attack on the Dallas Federal Reserve Building, the United States military began formulating plans for an immediate strike against the terrorist most responsible for the carnage, Muhammed Abaza. However, it was quickly learned that Abaza was extremely smart and that he would difficult to track down.

Around this same time, information was being processed by the C.I.A. that explicitly stated that a secret mine was being utilized by one of Abaza's companies in the mountains of Saudi Arabia. The reports chronicled how uranium was being extracted from this secret mine and that Abaza would obviously use this against the U.S. if ever given the possibility.

So, instead of the assassination mission that everyone hoped to receive, the Delta team, lead by Lee, was called in and told to stop the uranium extraction and to retrieve three laptops that contained information about the mine, Abaza's networks, and most likely Abaza's current whereabouts. With a curt salute, Lee gathered his team together and they headed to Saudi Arabia to meet with one of their contacts.

Once in country, the group met up with their contact who informed them of the local climate for Islamists, the uranium mine, and the Cobra terror cell located within the city. After spending a brief period at the contacts safe-house the group went to the local marketplace in an attempt to gather some knowledge.
While in the market-place Lee (a PC) and Jim Kardson (a PC) attempted to convince an older arms dealer to give up some information about the local Cobra terror cell. The man grew suspicious and told them to go away. After a few ours of wandering the marketplace the group went back to the safe house where they began calling in favors from past contacts. It took a number of calls but finally a corrupt Syrian businessman that Jim had once run a sting operation against was able to give the group some good intel on the Cobra cell's location. The Syrian told the group that there was a warehouse near the edge of town that was used by the cell and that more info could probably be gleaned from there.

Later that night, the group drove up to the warehouse and noticed that it was surrounded by a 10 foot chain link fence and had an armed guard at the main entrance. After some tactical conversation the group was soon on a hill overlooking the rear of the mammoth structure and was searching for any signs of movement. Not seeing much, at around 2:00 a.m. the group cautiously repelled down the face of the hill and silently made their way towards four vehicles that were parked in the rear part of the building. As they advanced Lee (who was on point) noticed that one of the docking bay doors was opening. Raising his silenced Beretta he fired a round through the head of a teenage guard that unluckily strolled out the door and he dropped to the ground. Not knowing who or what might be inside, Lee lead the group through the open loading bay door.

Inside the group took cover behind one of the many stacks of crates and boxes. The only movement that the group saw came from the a forklift that was being operated by what appeared to be a fifty-year old man. The group spread out and began searching for any sings of terrorist activity.
Moments later Sarah Walker (a PC) radioed to the rest of the group that she was viewing three armed men guarding the manager's office at the far side of the warehouse. When the rest of the group arrived seconds later they witnessed a man walk out of the office, talk with the three guards for a few minutes, and then return back into the room. Trey Nation (a PC) was unsure if the man in the office was Nusair Hadad, the leader of the Cobra cell.

Using only hand signals, the group prepared their ambush. Seconds later, two of the three guards lay on the ground, alive but neutralized, while the third guard lay dead; a silenced pistol round to the head ending his life. While the dead guard lay twitching Lee and Jim stormed the office door. Lee kicked the door open while Jim tossed a flash-bang inside.

When the two men re-emerged from the office, Lee had one of the three assigned laptops tucked under his armpit and Jim had the prone body of Nusair Hadad over his shoulder. The group couldn't believe their fortune and quickly made their way back to the loading bay. Before loading their new cargo into one of the parked vehicles, the driver of the forklift was also hit with a high-powered tranquiler dart and left on the warehouse floor.

An hour outside of town the group began to interrogate their high-priority suspect. Although initially uncooperative, Nusair gave up the location the GPS coordinates of the uranium mine after being promised his safe release and a ride back to town. Unfortunately for him, by the time the sun came up that morning his corpse was already being dismembered by the local animals and incests...

After using Lee's satphone to update HQ, Trey drove the group towards the secret uranium mine in their newly-stolen truck. While the truck was nearing the mine it was forced to inch along as it traveled up a narrow rocky incline. While the rest of the group was sleeping Trey tried his best to drive cautiously, however, he ran over a spike-belt and the vehicle skidded towards the cliff's edge. Trey was able to keep the truck from crashing down the side of the mountain only by slamming on the brakes and spinning the wheel recklessly.

Now alert, Lee ordered everyone out and to keep their eyes peeled for the enemy. After searching for a few minutes, Trey and Sarah decided to climb the cliff face a bit to see if they could get a better vantage point while Lee and Jim advanced down 'the road'.

Sarah was the first to reach level ground and she paused to catch her breath. As she raised her canteen to take a swig she was struck in the thigh by a 7.62 x 54mm round that severed her femoral artery. Clutching at her spurting injury, Sarah used her belt as a tourniquet while crying out for assistance. Trey ignored her pleas and pulled her behind a small rock formation by her assault harness.

While Trey was tending to Sarah, Lee and Jim were advancing and looking for the sniper. Lee peered through his scope and detected the sniper in a small structure that was created and painted to look like a large rock among hundreds of others. Lee began to fire off three round bursts at the sniper while Jim moved forward into a defilade and began to climb upwards towards the killers perch.

Lee kept up continuous suppressive fire while Jim continued to climb towards the sniper. When he finally pulled himself up onto flat ground, Jim lay behind a large rock, pulled the pins off of a fragmentation grenade, and tossed it where he believed the sniper was hiding. Seconds later a loud explosion went off and when the smoke cleared Jim could see a large pool of blood on the ground and on the rock behind where he believed the shooter to be. Not taking any chances, Jim threw a second grenade, watched it explode, and cautiously moved forward.

As Jim peeked his head around the corner he spotted two different sets of body parts with and a single AK-74 and Dragunov sniper rifle; both of which were obviously inoperable. "Sniper neutralized," he said over the head-set. For the first time in minutes, Sarah Walker let out a sigh of relief and grunted in pain as she continued to help Trey attempt to staunch her bleeding.

After patching up Sarah Walker the group made its way up the remainder of the mountain "road" without any more fanfare. The trucks deflated tires made the trip noisy and slow-going but Lee thought it better than humping it over the mountains in unfamiliar terrain.

When the party was within eye-sight of the cave entrance they hide and turned-off their stolen truck. Their was only one guard who was smoking and staring aimlessly into the distance. It wasn't long before the guard was on the ground and was being drug behind a rock outcropping so that his corpse was out of sight. The group took a collective breath and they entered the mouth of the cave. Trey took point as he was the only one in the group who had night-vision. What he saw was nothing but a large opening that seemed to continue downwards for miles.

After walking for a few minutes Trey spotted a dead end with an elevator leading down. With no other options, the group piled into the old mechanical ladder, and waited with bated breath as it slowly ground its way down into the subterrainian chamber.

When Sarah opened the doors of the elevator the group moved forward with purpose. They moved down the long hallway with weapons sighted and with fingers on triggers.
Eventually the hallway lead to a room with a closed metal door. The group stacked themselves, and on the count of three, entered the room. Inside were two men wearing military uniforms and a third man wearing a lab coat over his uniform. Two of the men were obviously armed guards and the third was a scientist of some type. Without thinking the group fired on the two guards killing them, but the scientist was able to retrieve his sidearm and fire a round into Jim's chest before he was cut down by a burst of fire. Lee bandaged Jim as best as he could and the group pressed on.

They came across other rooms but they were all vacant. As the party moved deeper into the cave they could hear a mechanical whirling noise.

The group continued down hallways and went through numerous rooms, all of which appeared to have been used recently, but did not find anyone. This even included a long rectangular room that was filled with empty bunks. However, the deeper inside of the structure that they went,the loud whirring noise that they heard earlier continued to grow louder. Sarah Walker checked her radiation scanner and it was reporting that the radiation levels were increasing with every step into the mine.

The group came to another large metal door. It seemed as though the loud noises were coming from the room ahead. The group readied their weapons and prepared themselves for whatever lay ahead.

Trey opened the heavy door and the rest of the group poured in the room. There were scientists wearing lab coats, men dressed in camouflage fatigues with weapons, and one man dressed in Middle Eastern garb near the fall wall. The room itself was filled with computers, and chart boards, and large machines that were so loud they were almost deafening.
Without hesitation the group opened fire and tore into the bodies scattered throughout the room. Scores dropped before they even knew what was happening. However, while stitching a three round burst into a guard, Jim caught a glimpse of a man running towards a room on the far side of the room was sure that he was sure was the second terror leader, Asad. Jim fired and hit around the man but did not hit him as he dove for safety into an attached room.

While the group expertly eliminated most targets almost immediately; a few were able to return fire. One especially large guard took three rounds to his chest but did not drop. Instead, while bleeding profusely from his chest, he trained his AK-74 assault rifle and fired. Trey Nation had just entered the room and was scanning for targets whenever the guards AK rounds tore into his chest and stomach. Trey was pushed off of his feet and clasped his hands over this wounds. Seconds later he was unconscious and Sarah Walker stopped firing to attempt to save his life.
The large guard who had just shot Trey was finished off by a blast from Jim, who along with Lee, had grabbed Kalashnikovs off of the ground and were moving for cover.

The noise from the machines was still mind-numbing and the sounds of the high-velocity weapons could barely be heard over their mechanical whirring. However, Lee did not need his sense of hearing to become insanely afraid as Asad walked out of the small attached room with a RPG launcher over his right shoulder.

As Asad methodically marched out of the room he began to lower his weapon in the direction of Lee and Jim who were using a bank of computers to block his view. As Asad pointed his RPG in their direction the two men popped up over the computer desk and fired. The heavy rounds burst through his chest, throat and head. As his lifeless body dropped to the cement floor, he pulled the trigger to his RPG and the rocket shot out of the launcher.

Luckily for the group, the rocket-propelled grenade slammed into a the wall of the room but did not explode because it did not have enough time to properly arm itself.

After breathing a huge sigh of relief, Jim went over to where Sarah was working on bandaging Trey's wounds. Jim assisted the medical process while Lee walked cautiously towards the room where Asad had just emerged from. Inside the small room Lee found the two remaining laptops - the mission was now complete.

With Trey's unconscious body slung over Jim's shoulder, and with the two newly acquired laptops in Lee's combat pack, the group began to make their way out of the cave complex. They moved much slower than on their way in, but now they knew that the mission was almost over, the excitement level was almost palatable.

Sarah pulled down the level on the elevator and slowly it began to raise upwards. Seconds later, the elevator came to a stop and the group disembarked. As they walked out of the cave complex for the last time Lee, the man on point, had to do a double-take to make sure that his eyes were not playing tricks on him. Up ahead, in the passenger seat of an over-sized white cargo van was Muhammad Abaza himself. He was getting back into the middle section of the van while a man in the passenger seat noticed Lee at about the same time that Lee noticed him. The man in the passenger seat had his M11/9 submachine gun hanging out of the window and was able to draw first and fire a long burst in the area of the group.

Jim, with Trey over his shoulder, dove for cover while Sarah and Lee fired back at the gunmen. Simultaneously, Muhammad Abaza slammed the middle cargo door shut and the van's tires began to spin as the driver gunned the engine. Rocks, sand, and other debris was flung everywhere. Ignoring everything else, Lee lined up the van's right rear tire in his sights and squeezed the trigger. The round hit its intended target and a loud bang rang out. Although the tire immediately deflated the van continued to pick up traction and sped down the mountain.

Lee yelled for the rest of the group to stay put while he ran to get the group's hidden vehicle. Almost five minutes later he pulled up and the group either jumped in or was laid down in the rear of the team's 'borrowed' van. Lee floored the accelerator and took the group down the mountain road. As Lee drove the van with its flat tires around a windy turn he saw a large set of headlights coming up the mountain road towards them. Lee, a military brat and soldier all his life, knew that the headlights that were coming towards them were not from Abaza's cargo van but were instead from some type of military truck.

Lee slammed down on the brakes as there was no way around them on the narrow mountain road/path. Slowly he began to back up their van but the headlights of the oncoming vehicle continued getting closer much faster than they were moving in reverse. As Lee turned the van around the corner at the crest of the mountain the speeding military truck crashed into them and flipped the group's van over on its side.

Jim was the first one to come to. Shaking his head he checked for Lee's vital signs and he was knocked out completely.

Jim pecked out over the top of the driver's side door and could see that there was a driver and five soldiers in the back of the military truck.
"What the f#@% was a Saudi National Guard military truck doing up here in a secret terrorist mining facility?" he wondered to himself. However, there was no time to waste. The five soldiers in the rear of the truck were disembarking and were obviously coming for them. Jim, remembering that the group was specifically warned not to come into contact with any official Saudis, and seeing no other way out with the rest of his comrades unconscious from severe wounds, pulled the pin of his last fragmentation grenade and lobbed it into the center of the mass of Saudi soldiers.

The National Guardsmen never even saw it. The grenade went off and killed all five of the men outside of the truck instantly. The truck's engine caught fire and quickly consumed the rest of the truck. A box of RPG rounds in the rear of the military truck went off and the vehicle was lifted off the ground. The driver never made it out of the door.

Jim breathed a sigh of relief. He inhaled deeply and began to shake Lee awake.
Ten minutes later the group, with Trey over Jim's shoulder, called command and called for an immediate extraction. While headquarters was happy with the complete success of the mission they were pissed about the Saudi National Guard presence. Lee didn't care, he just wanted to get home. The mission was over, but the hunt for Abaza most certainly was not...