Scouting, raids, and the unexpected explosion.

ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER BULLSHIT OPERATION AND CHANCE FOR THE WORLD TO GO BOOM.

DAY 20.

DAYS IN GAME: 19

QUARTERS: 500

LEVEL:12.

SATURDAY.

ATTRIBUTES: STRENGTH: 15. DEFENSE: 15. STAMINA: 20. AGILITY: 15. DEXTERITY: 15. INTELLIGENCE: 15

Tyler woke the next morning to find Grudgia had moved and shoved his face into her large and incredibly firm rack. Tyler smiled at this nippled sight and the warmth was intense as he had his hand firmly clamped on her rock hard ass....and she smirked dangerously now.

"Do NOT get ANY ideas with that FINGER you slick bastard."

Tyler chuckled as his index finger was resting on her rapidly growing excited slit and let her go.

"GOOD CHOICE. I scream. Like a LOT. I DOUBT ther others would appreciate being deafened first thing in the morning."

"Sexy as HELL and now I WANT to make you scream."

She shivered at that one and the pair left for the morning routine. Tyler relit the fire and Grudgia cleaned up at the shower before the pair made instant meals for breakfast as the rest of the camp came out. Tyler nodded once the vcrew all took their spots.

"Okay. Repeat yesterday. Literally. I'll be scouting the base again since one man is easier to sneak in and out then a group. Our comms are up and we have 50 miles on it.....Benni?"

"Look for a radio tower module."

"Like we've done this before. Hit Lawrent again. Use the greyhounds since they've got some INSANE carry capacity. And the trailer."

The heads nodded and Tyler smiled as the coffee was downed.

"Survivors Ready? GO!"

He took the jeep as the raiders took three of the greyhounds with the turrets manned. This time it was Yuna, JArvia, Bird, and Grudgia on defense while yesterday's defenders swapped. Tyler smiled as he rolled along the highway heading to another position from the one he'd been made in. Yuki appeared with a smirk on the floating screen.

"SOMEONE is turning into quite the playboy badass in there."

"Yeeeah....and it's STARTING to make me nervous."

The delta soldier chuckled at that gulp.

"Remember! They CAN hurt you a LOT in there and it NOT kill you!"

"So don't be a dick. I can do that. I won't lie, I am fucking LOVING their attention an all. Never had three gorgeous girls all fighting over my time like this."

"Enjoy tough guy. And be careful it don't go down in flames OR worse."

"I know. I've seen enough anime and hentai to know what NOT to do."

She chuckled at that one before the pair refocused.

"So what are your targets this OP?"

Tyler frowned as he negotiated a wrecked mass of sedans and minivans that had been smashed into pieces by a rogue bulldozer on a rather narrow stretch of highway.

"Something about the layout of the base is bothering me. There's only four AA batteries and triple Zs at that. They're powerful, but are rather limited soince they require line of sight. Plus I didn't see any signs of armoured vehicles or air support like choppers. Plenty of trucks though."

Yuki frowned herself now.

"Now that you say it aloud, I completely agree. My estimate is they have between 150 and 200 men inside that outpost. Their air defenses are RATHER scant. Perhaps it's a fringe supply outpost?"

"That STILL doesn't make sense. Not for this form of world. In a postapoclyptic world, supplies are king. The more you have the more power you wield. And with that air war we saw few weeks back? Having sufficient antiair defenses is a friggin NESSESCITY. And the men's demeanor did NOT match that of a fringe supply outpost. They were FAR too relaxed and bored to be a borderer town."

Yuki crossed her arms now as she sat back in her chair.

"Hm. Now that I think of it Tyler? Look for a munitions depot of some form. You're looking for IMPROVISED antiair defenses."

"RPGs."

"Exactly. In the middle east, sometimes our raids on the local warlords would have to be callwed off just from RPG fire alone. You've seen Black Hawk Down, right?"

"That is a VERY fair point. Hm. Eh that still doesn't add up, Yuki. RPG rockets are KINDA large and the tubes too. So they'd need to keep the thing secure....unless this is an outright third world country style militia we're dealing with."

Yuki nodded with a smile.

"That is EXACTLY what I thought at first. Just going from the initial OP, these men are NOT a first division army. Strictly second division and lower. I saw an abundance of older generation AK varients, dirty arms, and battered equipment. Stil. Be on your guard. All it takes for a third world militia to present a potent threat to a modern equipped army, is ONE man with a vision."

"OR a buncha brass that have no idea what the trenches are like anymore."

"THAT too."

TYler frowned now.

"I'm more curious to know how they spotted me so freakin easily in that nest. I DOUBT I was more then 4 inches in view even WITH the rifle aimmed."

Yuki smirked.

"Tyler, you were sticking out like a sore thumb. ANYONE with basic sniper training could have picked you out at that range from the tower...with a 5 times scope. I could have counted the freakin lashes on your EYES from that distance where you were."

"Okay. That makes sense.....I HATE stealth missions."

The delta soldier chuckled at that one as Tyler pulled off the main highway now and onto a backroad leading in an odd direction. Yuki frowned at this choice....but pulled her own photo of the area up on her laptop.

"Another ridge looking directly across the tarmac at the terminal?"

"Pretty much. This one is more exposed and is such a FREAKIN scouting ridge, I'm wondering if they'll have scouts or at the least patrols checking on it."

Yuki smirked wickedly now.

"And if they DO have patrols, Tyler?"

"I'll put on another display."

"Well. You understand how Gurreilla warfare works. And the event of the unforseen?"

Tyler chuckled as he slowed the jeep to a crawl as he approached a slight rise along a grassy hillside.

"Well this time they WON'T get me by surprise. As I am EXPECTING it to go sideways. And I WANT IT to-"

A low, gutteral rumble was heard now and Tyler looked over....just to sigh as a steel plated STEGOSAURUS was seen swinging it's tail threateningly. The immense pbeast was close to 25 feet long and was close to 8 feet tall. It's skin was overlaid with steel plates over half an inch thick while the iconic plates on it's back were completely encased in steel plates sharped to razor edges and points for a truly intimidating image. The head of the undead creature was encased in a steel helmet while it's spiked tail was reinforced with a friggin buzzsaw....that was SPINNING! Tyler sighed as he looked at the unexpected and unwanted guest.

"Annnd there's the wrench in the gears. Ugh. We need your loot and drops more then I need to scout the base. God fucking dammit."

Tyler lifted his silenced M1911 and aimed as the stego slammed it's forelegs on the ground with a low of challange....before the armor piercing round pierced it's eye and blew a hole out of the back of it's head. It dropped with a slam and Tyler was skinning it before the dust settled. To his surprise, the task of utterly dismantling the beast took a mere fifteen minutes and he smirked as he saw just WHAT had been dropped by the thing.

"Well. Okay then. DULY noted."

Sitting on a four wheeled trailer was an 88mm howitzer artillery cannon with a pallet of 10 shells loaded beside it. Tyler smiled as he hooked the trailer to the jeep and proceeded to roll on. Yuki appeared with a smirk.

"THAT is an ACTUAL 88 artillery cannon from world war 2. What'll you do with it, Tyler?"

"We can use it for mobile artillery and it has a range of....40 miles? Yeah that sounds right. We have about 50 shells in total for the two cannons."

"and THAT is why you are THE single best looter in the game. The shit you come up with is just terrifying."

Tyler chuckled as he parked the jeep now and retrieved his 45-70, the L96 sniper, his 16X scope, and the silenced M1911. From here he walked along the rise heading for the rim...and as he neared it he spotted a cluster of bushes sitting to the side and dropped flat to crawl into said bushes without so much as a rustle. The Survivor made not a sound as he neared the other side of the undergrowth...as a sound of voices were heard ahead. He froze.

"So Bjorn thinks yesterday's prick was alone."

"Alone? Tch, jesus christ. Idiot would HAVE to be suicidal to come within ten miles a us ALONE. He say WHY?"

There was a sigh now from the unseen speaker.

"Bro your guess is as good as mine. Our boys they sent out didn't return. Bjorn sent out a second crew to figure out what the FUCK is going on out there."

TYler lowered a single branch of the bush and was faced with a sight that made him smirk. Sitting in a dug out pit on rthe apex of the hill was a full 75m mortar pit guarded by four men. The walls of the pit were reinforced with logs harvested from the nearby forest while the pit itself was close to 5 feet deep. Tyler noted three pallets of shells were siting in hands reach of the mortar tube while the tube itSELF was the model used in world war 2. Tyler smirked as he saw the tube. Okay. THAT makes MUCH more sense. Mortar teams surround the base at key points with clean sightlines.....wonder how pissed whatsisface would be if one were to VANISH? A scratching sound was heard now and a skinny man in muddy fatigues sighed as he took a radio from a nearby reciever.

"North Pit. Send traffic...wait WHAT happened to them? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. Yes sir. Understood sir. Jesus. Understood. Yes sir."

The now visibly shaken man hung the radio on the clip as his three comrades looked at him curiously....and another, bulkier man said it.

"Hey Birk, what the fuck man?"

"Bro they found the pursuit party.....AFTER they'd been BUTCHERED like animals and MOUNTED ON FUCKING SPIKES. I dunno who that prick is, but he is SERIOUSLY fucked up. There were CROWS nesting in their CHESTS!"

Everyone was seen gagging and the bulkier man shuddered.

"And their wheels?"

"Completely gone. Same with that burnt out tank we were gonna try to repair. Bjorn wnats us on high alert. Seems SOMEONE out there has the balls to try us."

A soft pfssst was heard now before one of the men dropped with a hole in their head. As the men spun around two more such sounds were heard and all that remained was the CLEAR mortar commander....as Tyler pounced on him from the bushes with a wicked smirk.

"Surprise! Now we're gonna have some FUUUUUUN!"

The man screamed for about an hour until Tyler finished his latest display with the men hanging from the trees this time in a cruxifiction style execution...and their hearts hanging from wire in a CLEARLY ritualistic manner. The mortar pit was dismantled and every shell looted to the last and stored inside the jeep before Tyler returned to the pit...and smirked. Here he removed some Improvised explosives made out of some lunchboxes and wire. These he buried in the dirt of the mortar pit with the hairthin wires attached to some twigs strewn about the bottom of the pit. Around the BODIES, the sadistically ingenius Survivor bent a set of whippy branches back on more ropes and added some razor sharp wedges of steel to their ends. These he atached to the heart wires for when they snapped. The resulting return to form would literally chop the legs out from under any and all investigators. Tyler smiled at this boobytrap and used the sniper scope to scout the base as intended. From his new position, he picked out close to four more such mortar pits in a clear ring around the base. While in the base itself he noted a large tent with sandbag sides sticking out from beside the curtained off jetliner. Tyler immediately pegged that as a possible munitions bunker before a large chainlink fence got his attention. Zooming in on this, he sighed as he discovered the holding pen for the camp's prisoners. Close to 30 men, women, and girls were seen inside the pen naked and chained together. Tyler nodded as he got a set headcount for the pen as a deuce and a half truck was seen rolling from the base approaching the disabled mortar pit at speed. The Survivor smirked at this and retreated from the traped pit....and reloaded his colt. He watched as the truck approached the hill and honked a series of sounds from the truck horn as a CLEAR signal. When there was no response, the men deployed from the rear of the vehicle. Close to 10 men not including the driver, who pulled off to the side of the hill in a CLEAR retreat position. Tyler saw this and dropped into a crouch and hit the button on his radio,

"Razgriz to Slab, come in Slab."

Yuna's voice was heard muffled,

"Slab here, Razgriz, sitrep."

"Send the truck, it's gonna get loud over here. linkup with thunder."

"rog. Fifteen."

The radio went dead and Tyler smirked at the oddly thrilling feeling of covert opperations as the ten men approached with rifles held at the ready. He noting their equipment was mostly battered ak varients and that the driver of the truck was in clear sight as it pulled into the woodland for cover. The colt hissed and the round took the unsuspecting man in the side of the head and he slumped over with his foot still slightly on the gas. Which made the truck inch forward as Tyler focused on the now screwed men ahead of him. The investigation team reached the rim of the pit...and gasped as they saw their cruxified warbuddies hanging from the trees and many of them threw up nearly on sight....which in turn opened the door for Tyler to move like a ghost from his spot in the bushes. A man had his back to him and with all the ease of a shadow, a 7 inch knife was stabbed into the back of the man's head while he was dragged into rthe bushes. His buddy not even three feet from him mising it entirely as he evacuated his guts into the pit itself. Tyler butchered the dead man in 30 seconds as if an animal had got him while also taking his kit in his backpack for later inspection. The commander of the now nine strong patrol gritted his teeth as he hefted his AKS74.

"Spread out men. We need to be careful. The bastard could still be here."

"Yes sir."

The men fanned out on either side of their commander....and the one that went into Tyler's bush was knifed in the same manner again without a sound. He too was carved up and left to hang from trees in a similar manner before the predator moved behind the patrol as they moved into the trees....utterly AVOIDING the mortarpit and the rigged bodies. Tyler smiled as a tree blocked the vision of the soldier across from the Survivor's newest victim as he pounced. Now reduced to seven men, the commander noticed three were missing....and frowned.

"Jesus you idiots. FRONT AND CENTER, Gibson! Martin! Hank! This is NO TIME for fucking around! Put the pipe down and get out here."

As the man spoke, two more of his subordinates were pounced on by the hunting teenager and rigged to trees. Reducing the number to five. Which was now being noticed by the suddenly on edge men and their commander. Who gritted his teeth and pulled the charging handle back.

"Okay this isn't funny anymore. Radio the truck, Bork. We're bugging out.....Bork?"

The commander looked to his radio man....and jumped back with a scream of utter terror as Bork, along with everyone else in his chalk were now cruxified onto trees like the others had been. The most disturbing part? Not a SOUND had been heard even though one of the men couldn't have been more then four feet from him! A chuckle was heard behind the man and he rounded to see Tyler smiling at him.

"Hiya! YOUR men SUCK!"

The commander didn't even have the time to SCREAM before the knife found him.

Benni and his raider crew arrived then in their greyhounds as Tyler put the finishing touches on the boobytraps on the 14 bodies. The marine whistled as he saw the mortar tube, deuce and a half....and a rather worrying sight of strings on trees.

"Sooo, Gore,"

"Eh you don't wanna know. Come on it's about to get loud out here."

"Um....okay. Hey, Ronny, you drive the hound, I got the truck."

"Sure.....and what the fuck man?"

Tyler chuckled as their convoy rolled away and onto the highway just as the first mass of explosions and screaming was heard behind them.

The convoy returned to the Slab where Tyler parked the 88 artillery piece by the Fortress and the friends all gathered around the campfire for the debrief. Tyler smiled as he pulled the video up.

"I got eyes on the prisoners and four more mortar pits around the rim of the airport. THAT is probably the main portion of their base defenses. If one is taken out, response is surprisingly snappy. Only about 5 minutes after contact is confirmed lost. Reponse, however, is heavy considering. A fully loaded squad is deployed with a signal check in the event of dead radio. Benni, think we can hijack their transmissions?"

The MArine smirked as he looked the breadbox sized piece of equipment over.

"Oh easily, Gore. They covered this in my training so I'll knock it out while we talk."

Tyler nodded and tapped the mortar tube beside him.

"The pits are well supplied and well defended. Right now, all they know is there's a sadistic predator taunting them. But, with the way I strung them up this time? And the traps? They'll begin to suspect there's TWO distinct threats preying on them."

Yuki appeared then with a notepad and nodded.

"You are absolutely correct, Tyler. I got the feed from one of the prisoners open and got eyes inside the camp. The men are VERY on edge as they KNOW a ghost is hunting them. Bjorn leads with terror and fear. And leads from the rear. He send 5 trucks to investigate why the intial patrol went silent....and from the reports he got? Out of 50 men? Only about 15 or so were uninjured. 20 were killed outright and five bled to death. Nicely DONE on those manbreakers."

Tyler chuckled.

"Vietnam was cool for a week too. Okay. They're on edge....NOW we fuck with their schedule."

He looked at his friends.

"We're going on a night raid ladies and you. Goal is simple: Kill their nighttime mortar crews. WITHOUT alerting the majority of the base and rig them up like I did."

Everyone blinked and Yuna shivered.

"You want US to BUTCHER people?"

"They're NPCs."

"Oh. Oh I can do that. Sorry I forget sometimes we're in a videogame."

Tyler chuckled at that sheepishness as well.

"I do too believe it or not. Tonight we're going on a nightraid. Do you have the energy to do it? Or would you rather we wait until toMORROW night?"

The friends all looked at each other and Benni smiled as he spoke for them.

"Gore we got this. We CAN keep up with you. And DAMMIT we are gonna get there."

"That's what I like to hear. Okay."

Tyler unrolled the map and marked out spots around the perimeter.

"Bjorn will EXPECT a raid on the compound soon enough. But I DON'T think he'll suspect we'll try the same target twice. Which is why he'll reinforce his mortar pits. And POSSIBLY bobbytrap them too. Going from the way the pits are spread out, we're looking at ten pits in total. A perfect circle. Each of you, will need to take out a pit ALONE. If you don't think you CAN, speak up NOW. No shame. No judgement. We're not SEALS yet."

Grudgia smirked.

"We've been ITCHING for a chance to proove to not just YOU, Tyler, but to ourSELVES we are NOT helpless OR fucking useless. You know how bad it feels watching ONE raging badass do EVERYTHING? While NOT being crippled? Yeah. WE got this."

Tyler nodded as he reared with a smile.

"Alright. You'll also be stripmining their equipment and ammo as well. The way we'll do this is a mobile deployment. We pack into the jeep and roll out after dark has fallen. We will have ten minutes from the time the radios go silent before the trucks are deployed to loot them, butcher them, AND boobytrap them. NO mines this time. JUST Vietnamese style traps. The goal is not to KILL the investagators nessecarily, but to HURT them. AND to ruin their night's sleep."

Bird frowned now and spoke up.

"Why not start a mortar barrage from the captured pits, Tyler?"

"That's raid TWO, Birdy."

"OOOOH. Kay!"

Benni smirked.

"Okay. I see the plan now. Now many nights?"

"Three night raids, and their sleep will be FUCKED for a WEEK even if we did NOTHING."

Yuki whistled now.

"Okay. YOUR war is against their MORALE."

"Exactly. First step is sow nerves into their ranks. Second, nightmares. Third....REMOVE their schedules and ruin their sleep patterns. The fourth and final step, is a direct assault when the pattern becomes KNOWN. At THAT point, their nerves will snap entirely and they'll be IDIOTS."

Benni looked up from the radio now and smirked.

"Got their codes, Gore. We can hear them but they can't hear us."

"Good. We'll be sure to keep an eye out on their chatter. There is a CHANCE they find us and attack us directly before we reach the end of our schedule. If THEY come to US, we go crazy and unleash the tank."

Ronnyt smirked now.

"We got a good spread of loot too, Boss. Here."

Tyler took the paper....and smirked as he looked it over.

"One armored car for a bank deposit, 150 shells of armor piercing 12 gauge, two extra pallets of foodstuffs, three dozen bottles of bleach, two dozen bottles of ammonia, five gallons of vegatable oil, 50 dragon's breath 12 gauge shotgun shells, another 2 thousand-gallon drums of gas, a few spare tires for the jeep? Nice. Wow guys. Nice haul."

Ronny smirked as he nodded to where the armoured car was sitting by the halftrack.

"Jarvia and Rextalio thinks they could rework it into a battering ram/guncar. Like a rolling gunship."

Tyler blinked at the idea and looked to where a rail thin boy with browned skin and green eyes was sitting beside Grudgia. The guy was half a head shorter then Tyler with brown skin and well defined muscle mass. A series of scars from fights decorated his arms while his hair hung in tightly wound dreadlocks and his attire was tight fitting jeans and a battered tanktop. He smirked as he spoke in his deeper baritone.

"Me n Ronny are purdy good with a blowtorch, boss. Plus your jeep gave us the idea."

Tyler smirked at this,

"We'll do it. That thing has the weight to be a bootleg TANK. And we can mount one of the 20mm rotaries on it. We mount it on a turret we can turn it into a freakin monster. Good call."

Yuna smiled then.

"We'll crash early, Tyler. Rest up for the raid tonight and yeah."

"Smart. Alright everyone. Sharpen knives and look your favored kit over. We're calling it a day here and we'll set an alarm for midnight high."

The heads nodded and Tyler cleaned his trusty silenced colt as the crew scattered. Yuki smiled as she turned to him now as he walked inside the camper with his 45-70.

"You've got a good team there, Tyler."

He nodded with a smile.

"Oh they're great. Tonight'll be a good test for them. See if they've been paying attention."

The delta soldier nodded as he laid back on the small couch in the camper.

"I checked in on the captives in the pit. I can't talk to them or the noise would get them in trouble, but their talking to each other now. They have hope. The explosions and the dead bodies are clearly a player's tricks, and since you've gone back twice, Tyler? They KNOW someone is looking to raid the outpost. Hope is high and their morale is strong."

"I figured it would. The explosions served two roles."

Yuki smiled at this.

"Classic military strategizing. Now. Do you have the MEANS to transport close to 40 wounded players and care for their wounds?"

"Ha. We're stripmining the base too."

"Ah. And the chopper makes transport easy enough. This will be a big one, Tyler. If you SUCCEED, your name will start to reach people."

The Survivor looked at her.

"Anything on that Mushroom guy?"

THe asian woman nodded with a tired sigh.

"His flock are growing by the week....and tensions between his band and the totalitarian regime to the south are increasing at a dangerous pace. A war between their factions is coming, and YOUR hideout is smackdab in the middle."

"I figured. This one'l be fun to watch."

Yuki chuckled at that one as Yuna came in then. The blonde smiled as she saw Tyler relaxing on the couch.

"Everyone's more or less doing the same. Kinda bored."

The Survivor chuckled as she settled on the couch beside him with her head on his chest and his arm under her neck.

"We can afford a restday every now and then, Yuna. Kinda a bad idea to work ourselves to death."

She smirked at that from her cuddle.

"Idiot. We WORK all the time because of YOUR idiotic ideas. So TAKE it easy once in a while!"

"Yes Yuna."

"Hey! NOT. COOL!"

He chuckled at her embarrassed blush and mild outrage before the pair just smiled and settled into a minor snooze like that. Tyler had his arm threaded by her waist to keep her from falling off the couch and his hand was resting on her flat stomach and he smiled as he stroked her soft skin with a bored affection.

"That feels nice."

Yuna had a soft and relaxed voice as her blue eyes closed. Tyler smiled warmly at her.

"You have really nice skin, Yuna."

"Thanks.....this is nice."

"Yeah. It is."

She fell asleep like that with her head on his chest and Tyler rested his head against her own as he too fell asleep from the peace of the moment. The pair dozed for a little while befoe being wakened by Bird as the dark haired girl poked her head in with a smirk.

"Okay. CUTE as HELL....and dinner's ready."

TYler and Yuna smiled at that one before the pair headed to the campfire. The sun had gone down now and the Survivor looked at a looted watch.

"Alright. We got two hours until we roll out. We'll be using the jeep since it's quieter. Are we ready?"

Benni nodded.

"We are, Gore. Our guns are loaded, our knives smoked, and we have plenty of all black clothing too. We are ready."

"Good. If it goes sideways for you, this time I won't be able to rescue you. We'd leave you until the day we go for the raid. So keep this in mind."

The crew nodded and Tyler smiled as he lifted a higher tier energy drink.

"Shoot up ladies and other. We're going dark tonight."

The friends fed well on grains and some peanut butter bagels before they looked their chosen kits over again. Tyler had his 45-70 out with a cloth and a smile...as he had a deviously ingenius idea. He then looked at Benni.

"Hey Benni,"

"Oh SHIT. Hit me."

"Is Dirk's body still intact?"

Everyone went quiet at this unsettling question.....and the now onedge Marine nodded hesitantly.

"Yeah. Um. Player bodies don't rot in here...WHY are you ASKING that?"

"Because. I'mma use it to set the stage for our raid. They kill the percieved predator hunting them....and WE attack that afternoon."

The friends blinked and Benni smirked.

"Oh that is FUCKING brillant! They'd be RIGHT in the middle of celebrating the death of their irritating thorn before the REAL FUCKING DEAL rolls in to crash the party! Ha. I feel like we did something similar in Afganistan."

The friends all looked at each other at this grisly idea and Tyler merely chuckled.

"We'll set that for day four. Okay. Last call."

They nodded and the friends readied their favored weaponry while Tyler pulled the jeep out. The sun had gone down and the friends all gathered around the campfire as Tyler flipped the lever on his 45-70.

"Alright people. We're doing a staggered deployment. You each have your target. Radio once in position and we'll hit the pits at the exact same time. Once the displays are made vanish. This is the regroup point,"

The Survivor tapped a section of highway.

"We all know how to get there. If you get captured, you're their toy until the timetable runs out. If you're not at the linkup site after 15 minutes, I WILL leave you behind. That point you're options are walk or wait until morning's raid. Any questions?"

He got more crikets.

"Alright. Load in."

The ten friends climbed into the jeep and Tyler smiled as they got moving.

"Let's go to hell together."

Their ride to the base was silent save for the rumble of the engine and far off unseen screaming from nocturnal creatures. Tyler had the headlights off and the engine at a low rumble as they approached the first drop point....and Benni leapt out. The plan was to completely circle the base with all ten Survivors dropping while the jeep was still moving. Tyler going last as the circle would place him at the first he'd raided the day prior. Which, if his guess was right, would have been rebuilt and heavily reinforced. It merely took half an hour to finish the rolling deployment and Tyler stashed the jeep behind some bushes and took his own spot on the approach to the mortarpit. Alrighty he could see drying blood specks and some pieces of viscera from the previous traps...and he leaned in his radio.

"RAzgriz in position."

"Devil Dog in position."

"Grudge in position."

"Ginger in position."

"Cheerleader in position."

"Twiddy in Position."

"Jarvis in Position."

"T-rex in position."

"Backrank in position."

"Flipper in position."

"Rock in position."

TYler nodded as he looked at the hill.

"All signs registered....DRAG THEM TO HELL. Radio silence."

The Survivor moved through the forest with all his skills in stealth on display. As he hunted the carnage from the previous attack was on ful display with more and more mangaled body parts rotting on the ground or impaled on treelimbs. Tyler smirked as he neared the badly scorched wooden mortarpit. And he could already see it had been plainly reinforced with several tents and sandbag barricades. Close to 25 men were guarding the newly erected mortar tube and Tyler noted a fresh set of pallets in place. He also noted the trees he'd mounted the previous victims on had been taken down with more mangled bodies pinned beneath them. THAT made him chuckle without noise as he spotted the first man walking around with an AR15 and a flashlight attachment. Tyler hid inside a shadow as the man sighed...not even three feet from him.

"What the FUCK is wrong with that guy? Like I was watching some kinda Saw porn wityh a D level budget-"

THe man's throat was slit and he was dragged into the forest withouy even his flashlight wobbling. Tyler wasting no time in cruxifying him in the Blood Eagle style while the Ar15 was stored in his empty backpack. Tyler then moved to another tree as another patrol went by also waving flashlights. This one made of two.

"HOW many did we lose on this fucking hill?"

"Mat said close to 75 all told. THose fucked up traps were EVIL man!"

"I know! WHO does that to someone? ONE hit you in the BALLS with a MEAT MALLET! And a SPIKE!"

"Errr."

Tyler waited until the two men were looking into the camp itself rather then the forest...before he stabbed them BOTH in the heart with a hook-like blade and dragged them into the trees. Their rifles went with them. Tyler smiled as they too, were Blood Eagled on nearby trees and their equipment taken. The perimeter dealt with, the Survivor moved to a tent now as chatter and grumbling was heard from around a packed firepit made form a barrel. Inside the tent three men were seen asleep on cots. Tyler, moved like a wraith stabbing each man in the chest and throat for silent kills....and they too, were added to the Blood Eagle spectacle. That left 19 men and two more tents to search. So the unseen teenager moved to the second tent and found it to contain three MORE men asleep. Clearly the day guard having been relieved. Well. They were relieved of duty. Perimanently by Tyler's knife blade and were added to the gruesome spectacle. And the same again for the third tent was preformed, leaving roughly 13 men around the campfire. Tyler smirked as he saw most were drinking heavily from large liquor bottles....and within 3 minutes were staggering around drunkenly. Which in turn provided easy kills for the hunting assassin. Half an hour later the last man was knifed and added to the blood eagle display before Tyler looted the mass of ammo and the new mortar tube in the pit. As he did, reports came in.

"Devil Dog, success."

"Grudge success."

"Ginger clear."

"Cheerleader set."

"Twiddy set."

"Jarvis ready."

"T-rex done."

"Backrank secure."

"Flipper set."

"Rock ready."

Tyler nodded as he smirked.

"Linkup."

"roger."

The friends melted into the shadows of the night while a siren was heard going up due to lack of communications with the mortar outposts. Tyler smiled as he drove the jeep to the highway...and found his friends all waiting for pickup. Once everyone was back aboard Tyler drove them back to base as behind them, the airport was going ballistic from their newest discoveries. The trip back to the Slab was uneventful and once the doors were shut andn they gathered around the campfire, Tyler smiled as he lifted a beer.

"Those fucking idiots had NO IDEA what the FUCK just happened!"

That got a mass of cheers from the crew and Yuna smirked.

"Most at MINE were HAMMERED! TEN were so hammered...they had BLACKED OUT!"

Bird chuckled as she drank her vodka.

"I found a gay orgy going on at mine. Yeah. That was happening."

Tyler chuckled as everyone reported the same.

"I think we might have interrupted a holiday in their culture or something. MINE were half partying half on watch. And I see you looted their mortar tubes."

The heads nodded and Benni smirked.

"So tomorrow we're doing a mortar raid?"

"Pretty much. We'll pull the same stunt again tomorrow night...and unload a mass of rounds into their base so long as the prisoner pens are NOT TOUCHED. I don't really care what you aim at so long as you hit SOMETHING. Five rounds and then you leave. Same plan."

Yuki appeared with a smirk on rthe screen.

"I'm watching a prisoner's screen right now. Bjorn has the base in an uproar trying to find out who's attacking them like that but they've got no leads. ALL ten of their mortar pits went quiet at nearly the same time...and now it's chaos. Seems these men HAVE gotten used to being unopposed. Bjorn has scouts out looking for you now, Tyler. A LOT of them using bikes and civilian helicopters. Like the type used for news."

Tyler smirked and looked at Benni, who also smirked.

"Oh we can use them for a chance to learn how to aim the batteries."

"I want a few bikes for the camp. We'll look it over in the morning and see if any of their scouts get too close."

The heads nodded and dinner was some instant meals before they all went into the camper. Yuna and Bird were quick to snuggle with the Survivor and Tyler smiled as he held them.

"Well done ladies and everyone else."

Yuna smiled.

"We're getting there."