Terror on the high Seas

[Commando]

Commando read his mission briefing as the black helicopter transporting him and his team flew over the ocean to the captured oil rig. The rig's owner was being held hostage, along with his workers who hadn't been killed. The security guards here that had once been protecting the rig had all been shot and thrown overboard. These terrorists meant buiseness for sure. Their demands were quite simple. They wanted 100,000,000,000 dollars. Naturaly the UN would not stand for this. The terrorists, a Palestinian radical group, also wanted to stop the UN's protection of Isreal. They, however, did not know that Commando, a Counter-terrorism expert and Captain of a bold 15 man team were on their way to silence them forever and free the hostages. They wouldn't know what hit them.

The helicopter came within 200 yards of the rig then stopped. Going any closer would be suicide. Commando would have to swim to it.

Helicopter pilot- All right boys, this is it. Kill those bastards.

Commando- You can count on it for sure.

Commando and his men were all in camo scuba suits. Each carried a knife, sidearm, and primary weapon. They were ready for anything. He just hoped the terrorists knew they weren't here.

[Kid Game]

Maybe for a change of pace (or for this first counterstrike battle) I'll be the terrorist (the bad guy) and you can be the counterterrorists (the good guy) for something different.


His demands were high. He wanted insanely high amounts of money. Unbeknownst the counter terrorists they didn't know that the leader of the ship was Kid. He was a dangerous man and had been number 1 on the FBI top most wanted list for several years yet noone had managed to take him out.

Kid was on the ship warning his soldiers to be on guard and extra alert just in case of any intruders attempted to come onboard at night. It was almost midnight. Kid told some of the soldiers to go downstairs and check on the hostages. He also told another person to make sure that all of the illegal drugs and weapons were still locked safe and sound in the ships hull. Kid just had to sail to the dock on the other side of this ocean and let off the drugs and weapons and he would get a payload of money.

If he didn't get the money then he would execute all the hostages in the holding area of the ship. And he was planning to do it on live tv.

Kid didn't know of the counter terrorists that were coming. It was night time and he was ready to go to sleep for the night. He made sure that all the soldiers had their AK47'S and M-16's as well as a pistol and ammo. He also made sure the soldiers had an ample supply of flashbangs and smoke grenades. Nobody was to have frags as kid didnt want to blow up his own ship.

One soldier who was manning the giant spotlight on the deck was looking out to see. He thought he say something. Or rather, someone. The man ran up to kid.

Soldier- "Kid I am not sure but I believe we may be under attack. The ocean is calm and there are no waves or anything and I just saw some rather big ripples and movement off about a hundred or so feet in the water. It isn't any sealife. Maybe but I am certain that someones out there. Could it be that the counter terrorists have found us?"

Kid- "Hmmmmm. Well be sure to stay on alert. We don't want any casualties yet but if anyone comes on board kill them."

As kid went to go to his cabin he heard splashing off in the distance. Not the kind that any animal could make. Kid was certain that a group of people were out there and they were swimming this way. Kid ran out and told all the soldiers to shine the spotlights towards the source of the noise and to ready their weapons. He also had a few soldiers armed with a special grenade launcher that would blow up in the water. Kid and his soldiers stood on the ship watching for any more signs of intruders.

[DaBomb]

Da Bomb rubbed the last amounts of green paint over his face, and stood up from the shadows. He wore a thin, hardwearing comoflaged suit, paint over his bare arms and face, and a belt of bullets that ran over his shoulder. Behind him was a team of three: Mackenzie (or Mac for short), Blaine and the team leader Carlos. They began to tread softly thorugh the thick rainforest, scanning the area for traps or movement. The back stroy seemed a little vague, but the main mission objective was clear: get in, get out.

Apparently, the Columbians were again attempting to force the Americans out of their country with a hostage taking; the only reason that the SAS were involved with a raid outside of their country was simply because it was an English customs agent and his Scottish bodyguard who had been taken. The British valued their people - or at least Da Bomb thought.

"Blaine, take left. Scout around. Mac, go right. DB, you are with me," Carlos whispered, gesturing.

They walked on for a short while before Mac hurried back.

"Sir, I have found the camp. It is due south; around half a km from here."

"Good," Carlos grinned, "Saddle up people!"

[Commando]

Commando splashed into the water, along with his 15 men. They swam towards the rig, and could hear the terrorists on board speaking Arabic. Commando and his team came to the dock at the bottom of the rig and walked on. Aiming his silenced M-16 at a Palestinian, he fired a shot into his head, watching him fall into the water. Commando waved his hand and the other 15 sprang up and emerged from the sea. The team moved forward but stopped as a smoking terrorist walked by. Commando realized the palestinian had a bomb strapped to his chest as well. If the terrorist was shot and fell, the bomb may explode. Thinking carefully commando came up behind him, slit his throat, and through him in the water, careful not to drop him on deck. His team was simple. 10 US navy SEALs and 5 Israeli secret police. The Israelis had come because the Palistinian terrorists demanded Israel's destruction. The US was here because this was an American rig. Everything was working to plan.

[Kid Game]

Unfortunatly neither commando, nor did any of his teammates notice the security camera high in the room. It spotted the intruders and saw commando dispatch some of the soldiers including the one with the bomb on him.

The camera activated an alarm. Suddenly the red lights and shrill alarms were seen flashing and heard ringing all throughtout the vessel. A small speaker system which someone was using sent out a message when he saw the cameras pictures. "Warning. Enemy intruders have been spotted in the docking area at bottom of the ship. They have dispatched several soldiers including the bomb trooper. The leader has been identified as commando. All soldiers and personnel report to the dock with weapons at the ready. Shoot to kill. We must not let these people stop our plans. This is phase one for our plans for world domination. We must succeed! We cant let ANYTHING stand in our way. Over and out. And be sure to go below and kill those intruders."

[DaBomb]

Carlos peered through his set of binoculars at the bustling camp below. The Columbians had built the rudimentary camp beside a stream, and had fortified it with sandbag bukers, fixed machine guns and many guards. This mission wouldn't be easy...

"Mac, take out the South watchtower. Blaine, pick off any snipers. Da Bomb, you go in with me and rescue the hostages. Clear?" Carlos demanded as he slung the binoculars over his shoulder and slapped a new clip into his M16.

The rest nodded, and prepared their own weapons. The dark skinned Mac moved down toward the camp with his grenade launcher, while Blaine lay inside a small bush and propped up his sniper rifle. Da Bomb moved down behind a large log with his UMP, waiting for an opportunity.

As per Carlos's orders, Mac began to take out the watchtower with his grenade launcher, but soon started obliterating the ground troops once the tower had collapsed. Amidst the commotion, da Bomb and Carlos moved out, while Blaine provided covering fire.

Da Bomb kicked open the door, finished his second clip on the three guards inside, and searched for the hostages. The customs agent sat on his knees, his hands tied behind his back, but the bodyguard had been killed. Da Bomb slashed open the bindings on the hostage, grabbed his arm and rushed him from the building. Meanwhile, Carlos was providing support and clearing a safe path for DB.

As soon as the hostage was freed, the team hurried from the scene, and toward the rendevouz piont.

[DaBomb]

Da Bomb ripped the tape from the mouth of the customs agent, and began questioning:

DB - Who are you? Why did those Columbians want you?

Agent - Rick Carlson. I have no idea why they wanted me. Perhaps I am simply a hostage, and had no special purpose.

DB - Maybe. What happened to your guard?

Agent - Killed the moment he refused to speak.

DB - What about you? Why didn't they kill you?

Agent - (Shrugging) They need at least one hostage, I suppose.

DB - Oh, I doubt they would have spared your life. We would not have known you were dead until the US met their demands and the Columbians delivered your head on a platter.

Carlos - That's enough DB. The 'copter is here. Let's move out.

[DaBomb]

The sleek, jet black Sea King helicopter landed exactly on time. Da Bomb approached the chopper, but Carlos had already guided the hostage inside and almost shut the side door.

"What are you doing?" Da Bomb demanded.

"I'm sorry about this, but in the interests of progress..." Carlos replied with a smile.

"What the **** are you talking about?" Blaine shot back.

"You must realize that you are an expendible team. It comes with the job..." Carlos continued, still remaining very vague in his answers.

"What are you saying?" Mac asked.

Without warning, Carlos whipped a Walther pistol from his belt, and fired. The first shot pierced Blaine in the stomach, and the second capped Mac in the knee, preventing him from moving. Finally, the pistol aimed between Da Bomb's eyes.

"So long," Carlos sneered as the helicopter blades began to move once more. The gusts of wind threw Da Bomb off balance, sending him toppling to the forest floor, before a bullet hit him in the shoulder.

"If those Americans you almost totally slaughtered don't kill you, blood loss hopefully will! Carlos yelled as the chopper lifted upward, with him and the hostage inside, and the rest of the team sprawled in agony on the jungle floor.

[Commando]

"Dammit!" screamed an Israeli soldier. Commando looked up and saw 17 or so Palestinians armed with AK-47s running down the oil ramp toward the US-Israeli team. Commando aimed his M-16 and fired into the chest of the one in front. The Israeli soldiers and US SEALs wthdrew their weapons and fired as well. The Islamic radicals came toppling down before they could fire on the team. Blood poured on the deck as the well trained team sent massive amounts of lead into the Hammas terrorists. Finally the last one took out his own pistol and shot himself. Commando reloaded his gun and told his team to keep moving.

[DaBomb]

Da Bomb felt as if darknes was soon to overcome him, but after only a few minutes of agonizing pain, he was lifted grogilly from the ground bu a blurry figure. Da Bomb opened his eyes, only to have a thunderous fist plough multiple times into his stomach, and then a boot to the face.

"Here they are," the figure above snarled, gesturing to the SAS members on the floor, "What d'ya want me to do with 'em?"

"Tie them up. I want them alive and able to answer my questions," the new commander ordered, having had his superior officers all killed in battle.

The commander, whose name was Gavin or Galen - Da Bomb's senses were out of tune - and who weighed at least 250 pounds fired question upon question at the surviving members, and refused to give them the slightest of treatment until they answered. Of course, none did, and so eventually the leader decided not to leave them for dead, but to keep them as replacement hostages. It seemed fitting really, but the SAS team did not like it one bit. They were totally in the dark about what was happening, and it didn't seem they would be getting any answers soon.

[DaBomb]

Da Bomb strolled into a blandly decorated room, and seated himself o the opposite side of a large table. He had been freed by the Americans in the forest (along with his team) after the entire incident had been cleared up. Unfortunately, Da Bomb was still in the dark.

DB: Good morning sir.

Manning: Yes, yes, let's get down to business.

DB: I would appreciate that, sir, for i have been rather disturbed by the inormation I have recieved over the incident.

Manning: I agree. You were not informed.

DB: Thankyou sir. Who were those people we attacked?

Manning: Americans. That camp was a small area where the US Government could keep weapon stores for the troops in Columbia.

DB: Then why did they take a customs agent hostage?

Manning: He wasn't a customs agent. He was a Columbian spy. He has been conducting several suicide bombings within the past few years, and recently was caught prowling the American side of the border. Those Americans you attacked captured him.

DB: And Carlos?

Manning: He was the one who informed us that the Columbian spy was a customs agent. He was the one who fabricated the entire thing.

DB: And now he has escaped - with the spy.

Manning: Yes. And apparently there are more traitors in our midst that we would like to believe. I am afraid that this conflict between the Americans and Columbians will leak out, and will begin to harm the rest of the world.

DB: So I guess the only reason the SAS was involved was because Carlos decieved us all.

Manning: True, but I wouldn't get caught up on the issue. Carlos is nothing. You must see the bigger picture here.

DB: I realize that sir, but I do feel that we should get rid of Carlos before-

Manning: -I know that you want revenge, but we must concentrate out efforts on the leader of this operation - a Senor Lopez, or better know as the "Red Widow Spider".

DB: I have heard of him.

Manning: That is no wonder. He has been in many conflicts against America for some time.

DB: How does this involve me?

Manning: Though the US doesn't want to fully admit it, they need our help. The Columbians are too familiar with the US spies and Navy SEALs. They need another party to infiltrate Lopez's organization.

DB: Me?

Manning: Yes. You will lead a team of 6 that will hopefully get inside his organization and bring it down from the inside - before the Columbians plan another explosion or hostage situation.

DB: Sir, I am not used to-

Manning: -I know your limitations, DB, and I think you can do this. Get some sleep. We will arm you up at 0500 hours tomorrow.

[Commando]

Commando ran up a ramp and kicked open a door. Inside a Palestian was sitting in a chair listening to arabic music. Commando shot him 3 times in the chest and his bloody carcass fell on the floor. The team moved in the room. Nothing. Commando had his men fall back out. However on the way out commando noticed a strange red book. He picked it up and read it

Day 12,

I, kidgame, along with Hammas leader Mohammed Al Rashad have together taken control of the oil rig. Rashad hopes to intimidate Israel and I want the money and oil. We have killed 16 security personal and 13 workers. The rest, over 150, are stored i the storage bay. The men guarding them all have bombs strapped to their chests and will kill themselves for allah if anyone enters. All I have o do is wait."

-Kidgame2001

It suddenly hit commando. Kidgame had allied himself with Hammas, a group of Palestinian radicals, and was working together so both could accomplish their plans. Commando put a clip into his M-16 before telling his 15 men to get in front and head to the next office.

[DaBomb]

"I always enjoyed a shot of Smirnoff," Da Bomb sighed as he drank down another small glass of whiskey, "But I feel this is a special occasion Ms....."

"Morientez. And you are?"

"Just a friend, looking for another opportunity,"
Da Bomb replied.

The woman smiled, "Opportunity?"

"Those Americans don't deserve their own country, let alone yours. I want to...nudge them out the door," Da Bomb lied. He respected the US, even if they had dragged him into this. But DB was becoming increasingly agitated. He was a man of action, not of parties or minglings between casual aquaintances.

"All of us here want to aid in the same cause," Morientez replied, brushing her hair from out her face, "But how we do it is the key."

"Ah, Adalia, I see you have found the refreshments. I wish you would stop wasting so much money by knokcing back glass upon glass," Lopez sneered as he sat beside his cousin and greeted her sarcastically. "And who is this?"

"A man with a purpose," Da Bomb said, staring Lopez in the eyes.

"Ah, yes, aren't we all? We all have a purpose in life, but it depends what. I guess that you too want for the Americans to keep their sniveling people in their own borders, and not spread into our beloved country," Lopez asked, showing his true opinions of the Americans with surprising joviality.

"Something like that," da Bomb shot back.

"Well, then I am sure you will be pleased that in 14 days, the Americans will totally evacuate Columbia."

"Interesting. How so?" Da Bomb had become interested all of a sudden.

"Why not speak somewhere more...private. I'd rather keep this between close friends. And you must be such a friend, if you resist commenting on my pathetic littlec cousin. Isn't that right, Adalia?" Lopez laughed as he and Da Bomb stood.

The tow began to walk over to secluded room, but not before Lopez added, "Try not to get too wasted, Adalia!"

[DaBomb]

Da Bomb didn't have a clue what Lopez's motives were behind the torment of his younger cousin, but it irritated him that this terrorist thought of himself so highly. But, for the moment, Da Bomb resisted the urge not to strike him in the face or put a bullet in the head. He would save that for Carlos.

Inside the room were 7 others, who seemed mostly South American, who were all feasting on small courses of clams and wine. Da Bomb sat at the head of the large table, and Lopez the other.

"I don't think the Americans can take a hint," Lopez said as the room fell quiet, "For years we have wanted this...invasion to halt, but their poor excuses, blind allies and stubborn attitute had foiled us so far. But that is soon to change."

Whispers circulated around the table.

"Yes, I speak the truth. In 7 days, I will commence the largest ever operation ever conceived, and within a week every American will have evacuated from Columbia, under penalty of death," Lopez continued, sipping his wine between sentences.

"You are too bold, Lopez," one guest pointed out. His face bore the pain of years of unsucessful struggle, and his hands ridden with scars from those struggles.

"Perhaps," Lopez reasoned, "But we all know that minor bombings and small hostage taking will not work."

All in the room nodded, save for the burly guards who stood errect and unmoving at each door and window.

Lopez whispered to a scrawny computer technician, who placed a slide projector on the table, and plugged it in.

"As you see," Lopez revealed as he clicked through slides, "This is the pentagon, and this downtown Olypmia. We attacked these targets before, but that won't stop the Americans. We need to cut off access to Columbia, starting with killing every single American we can find in our territory!"

The table erupted into applaused and whispers.

"The next phase will be to hold not a few hostages, but an entire building." Lopez changed to another slide. "This is the Chrysler building. This is the Sears tower. And this....this is the largest shopping mall in America. Totalled up, we would have thousands of hostages at our disposal, all in locations that can easily be cut off. The Chrysler building, for example, is one of the tallest buildings concieved; moving the hostages to the top floor would mean certain death for them if a SEAL or SWAT team attempted to save them..."

The table erupted into more applause. Da Bomb mentally began to picture the deaths of the hostages, but kept applausing for appearences sake.

[Commando]

It happened so fast. The Israeli soldier was up ahead of commando and suddenly took a bullet through the head. Blood covered commandos goggles and the veteran counter-terrorism expert fell to his knees. The team blew the Hammas terrorist to pieces, but more kept coming out of the door. These guys were crazy and suicidal. Something had to be done.

[DaBomb]

Da Bomb, along with the others left the room, though he wore only a fake smile while he muttered curses. The plan seemed very simple, but if Columbia could take several hundred hostages and place them in an almost unreachable place, America would be forced to meet their demands. No team could infiltrate the Chrysler building or the Sears tower without losing at least half of the squad. Da Bomb had to stop this, but how?

He strolled into the washroom, checked that it was empty, and pulled out a cell phone.

"Blaine," Da Bomb whispered, "Blaine are you there?"

"Sure as hell. What can I do for you?"

"Inform Manning that the terorists plan to attack the Chrysler building or the Sears tower - or some other tall structure," Da Bomb ordered.

"Will do," Blaine answered. Strangely, there was on answer. "DB? You there? Repeat, are you there?"

Da Bomb felt the pistol press into his temple. He placed his phone on the floor, put his hands gradually into the air and turned around slowly.

"You are no friend of Lopez," Adalia smirked, keeping her weapon raised, "Now come with me...slowly. I have a present for him...."

[DaBomb]

"Look, this isn't-"

"-shutup and keep moving," Adalia ordered.

"Ok, but i don't see why you are helping Lopez," Da Bomb sighed as the gun was pressed harder into his temple.

"Oh? Why is that?"

"I know you don't want to start killing people. I know deep down you want to leave this guy. I know that you want to live a peaceful life aside from this conflict."

"Bull****!" Adalia screamed before they turned the corner, and met two guards.

The guards immediately raised their weapons, allowing Adalia to lower her's and let them take care of DB's. The guards grabbed DB by each arm and dragged him down the corridor.

Suddenly the grip of the guards loosened. They dropped to the floor within an instant, bullet holes in the back of their heads. Da Bomb spun around, to see Adalia staring at him, the barrel of her pistol aimed at him.

"What are you doing?" Da Bomb panted.

"You were right. I am sick of this."

"So what are you going to do?"

"You are rather new to this aren't you," Adalia sighed, "But I guess you will be helpful.

"It's my first assignment," Da Bomb shrugged, "But who-"

"I am Lopez's cousin, but not his ally. I work for the CIA, and have been cataloguing his work for months now," Adalia responded as she lowered her weapon. Da Bomb began to pick up the weapons of the guards.

"But why didn't you just escape with me?"

"I want Lopez to think that you killed those guards and took me hostage rather than me running off," Adalia replied.

"I see."

"I have a car out back. We can get to the airport in a few minutes. You coming?"

"Sure as hell," Da Bomb sighed as they escaped.

[Kid Game]

But commando had killed only a small portion of all the soldiers on the ship. There were a couple hundred more. By now it was around 7 am and the early morning sun was out and shining. The dock was also seen in the distance. Kids ship was going to dock and soon kid would get his money. He still had to take care of the bothersome pests commando and his soldiers.

As commando reached for another door handle it wouldnt open. It was locked yet commando knew there were people inside as he could here people talking as well as a radio blaring out arabic rock music. Commando tried to open the door again and was delievered a small electrical shock. Suddenly without warning about 50 small automatic machine gun turrets appeared from the ceiling and began firing bullets everywheres. The gun turrets had already killed about half of commandos men and the rest were severely injured.

Would commando and his team survive or would they get killed by auto cannons?

[Commando]

50? How about we make it 5 (it sounds more realistic)

[DaBomb]

Yeah,my storyline sounds like Collateral Damage. Meh...

---
Back at his headquarters, DB was reading Adalia's report. Fitzgerald, head of operations, was discussing the next course of action with DB.

DB read the first few lines of the report:

Let it be said that I do care for my relative, even if he is rash and stubborn. I wish to expose his foolhardy ways, not sentence him to death. I ask for amnesty on his part.

DB laughed. A man like Lopez would not correct his illegal ways even if he was given amnesty.

Lopez is a powerful and infamous leader - not a terrorist. But, he recieves most of his weapons and intelligence reports from an elusive terrorist named kidgame. I fear Lopez's name has been tarnished by that bastard.

DB was confused. Why did she run from Lopez if she still cared for him? His question was answered shortly after:

Though it would seem I am a traitor to my brother, I see my escape differently. I want him to stop his vendetta peacefully, and for him to see that hostage takings and bombs are not the answer. By contacting the authorities, I can show him the ture, non-violent path.

Suddenly a distraught guard burst into the room, disturbing Fitzgerald and DB.

"Sir! Sir! The girl! A bomb..." he shouted.

Fitzgerald stood, "What?"

"That Columbian," the guard exclaimed, "She stole our intel reports and future plans! And she planted a bomb!"

"Where?" DB growled.

"I don't know," the guard panted, "A bomb squad was called in after the threat on the building!"

DB and Fitzgerald were about to dash off to converse with the bomb squad when a shattering explosion ripped through the wall and knocked them off their feet.