A shadow falls over Arizona- Pt.1
Camp Dunwell
1950 Local
Agent HUNK watches the scanner in his hand intently from 40,000 feet above Camp Dunwell, Arizona. The converted stealth bomber he was riding in would protect them from being detected by the radar below, and although it was never intended to drop passengers, today was an exception.
A blinking light on the scanner tells HUNK that a PINpoint below has been activated, outbound, and along with tracking the signal and telling him where the S.T.A.R.S. agents were headed, it also let him lock their signal out temporarily. Enough time to do his job, anyway.
He gives a nod to the pilot beside him in the cockpit, then moves into the bomb-bay and waits, doing a few last minute checks on his gear. Finally, the red light above him changes from red to green, and the bay opens, dumping HUNK out into the fading daylight of the Arizona sky.
HUNK is an old hand at this, so the jump isn't much of a problem at all. He checks his altimeter and deploys his chute at 1,000 feet to skim past the radar, and guides himself down to just a half mile outside the base perimeter fence. He unhooks the parachute as soon as he lands, balls it up, and stashes it behind a large rock which he also takes cover behind. Once he's sure he hasn't been spotted, HUNK pulls out a pair of binoculars and brings them up to his face, peering out from around the side of the rock.
Two guards at the gate, one in each watchtower, and two more on roving patrol duty. Not bad, but these guards were obviously rookies. Hell, they hadn't even seen him come drifting down. Redfield had been letting his men grow lax. For that, they would pay with their lives. Tonight they danced with the Grim Reaper, and he never left witnesses.
1950 Local
Agent HUNK watches the scanner in his hand intently from 40,000 feet above Camp Dunwell, Arizona. The converted stealth bomber he was riding in would protect them from being detected by the radar below, and although it was never intended to drop passengers, today was an exception.
A blinking light on the scanner tells HUNK that a PINpoint below has been activated, outbound, and along with tracking the signal and telling him where the S.T.A.R.S. agents were headed, it also let him lock their signal out temporarily. Enough time to do his job, anyway.
He gives a nod to the pilot beside him in the cockpit, then moves into the bomb-bay and waits, doing a few last minute checks on his gear. Finally, the red light above him changes from red to green, and the bay opens, dumping HUNK out into the fading daylight of the Arizona sky.
HUNK is an old hand at this, so the jump isn't much of a problem at all. He checks his altimeter and deploys his chute at 1,000 feet to skim past the radar, and guides himself down to just a half mile outside the base perimeter fence. He unhooks the parachute as soon as he lands, balls it up, and stashes it behind a large rock which he also takes cover behind. Once he's sure he hasn't been spotted, HUNK pulls out a pair of binoculars and brings them up to his face, peering out from around the side of the rock.
Two guards at the gate, one in each watchtower, and two more on roving patrol duty. Not bad, but these guards were obviously rookies. Hell, they hadn't even seen him come drifting down. Redfield had been letting his men grow lax. For that, they would pay with their lives. Tonight they danced with the Grim Reaper, and he never left witnesses.