The Reaper: No Mercy by Sean Liebling Page B
Authors: Sean Liebling
Tags: adventure, Action, Zombies, Virus, Armageddon, post apocalyptic, undead, Marines, special forces, the walking dead, Zombie Apocalypse, marine corps, rangers, zompoc, force recon
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commander again filled the airwaves. Behind Jason, he could hear the others whispering, but paid them no attention.
" Glad Emma had a chance to talk to you, Jason. She misses you, and you are her godfather, after all."
"I miss her too, and I know."
"Then get your ass back here. You're needed."
"Jay, we had this conversation."
"Right. What you are doing is important, brother, and we will provide any support you need."
"Thank you."
"I'm handing you back to Rob. We have another infiltration going on that needs squashing, soonest. I need to get back out there, but Reaper, don't be a stranger!"
"Thanks, Jay."
Immediately, Major Robinson's voice filled the air, and the Reaper leaned forward once again.
"What do you need, Reaper, and what's the situation there?"
Quickly, Jason filled him in about the marauders, their actions, and the captives they held. Then he listed his own assets, that of the group he was currently with, and the other three near them. He then reiterated his need for munitions, supplies, medical, and men.
"Linked .50 and 7.62 we have in plenty, and I'll send that along with some unlinked. I assume 5.56, and will a tactical medical resupply be adequate?"
The Reaper quickly looked at Nancy, who, with wide eyes, nodded vehemently.
"Yes, and yes."
"I can loan you two teams from my 9th, it's all I can spare right now. But I want them back!"
"No problem there, Major. You'll get them back."
"We'll evac your most seriously wounded when they exfil (exfiltration or extraction), out of Mexico City, or whichever strip we decide on. The additional security will make it workable, if so."
"Got it."
"Anything else?"
"Demo. C4. I have a plan but I’ll brief the teams when on ground. Do you have any spare AT4s?" An individually-held, line-of-sight, light anti-armor missile, the AT4 was the perfect weapon against unarmored and even lightly armored vehicles. The Reaper knew they had stores of the AT4s in Newaygo, and counted on acquiring at least a few to help even the odds. The AT4 could also be used against hardened stationary targets, and if the marauders thought they could barricade themselves against attack, that weapon would easily create a new doorway or opening. The C4 he would use on the ground for improvised IEDs to the detriment of the enemy. Much of this was basic countermeasures that all military personnel learned in ITS (Infantry Training School), and there was no need to go into detail, for such things were understood.
"Plenty. We just raided the mother lode of supply depots, Reaper. We are full up on everything. I'll send a pallet, which will give you about forty. Is that enough?"
"Plenty!"
"Anything else?"
"Standard field comm and NVGs would help." NVGs, or Night Vision Goggles, were a handy piece of field equipment, and the Reaper already had thought of uses for them.
"Done, and already factored that in as we honestly have plenty; besides, you'll have my men. Hold on, I'm getting an estimate." A pause, then, "We are looking at real-time satellite now. Sheldon says the drop will occur tomorrow at 2300 Lima. Point to be the empty field south-southwest of your position 1500 meters out. Call sign is Blue One on frequency 134.156. Copy that?"
"Wait one, Newaygo." The Reaper turned to see the compartment was now very crowded with everyone staring at him in disbelief. Beside him, Rodriguez breathed, "Wow, and now I know who Emma is. Who is the 9th? Surely not the 9th Special Forces out of Fort Campbell."
"The same, Rodriguez. An understrength light battalion which joined Newaygo's forces. What about the drop location?"
"Sir, that's right behind us. We can be there inside two minutes."
The Reaper turned back to the transceiver. “Got it, Newaygo. We'll be there. Thanks!"
" We're all in this together, so no thanks are necessary. We need you Reaper, so quit being the lone avenger! Newaygo out, " and the carrier wave went dead.
The Reaper turned off the communications equipment before turning to
" Glad Emma had a chance to talk to you, Jason. She misses you, and you are her godfather, after all."
"I miss her too, and I know."
"Then get your ass back here. You're needed."
"Jay, we had this conversation."
"Right. What you are doing is important, brother, and we will provide any support you need."
"Thank you."
"I'm handing you back to Rob. We have another infiltration going on that needs squashing, soonest. I need to get back out there, but Reaper, don't be a stranger!"
"Thanks, Jay."
Immediately, Major Robinson's voice filled the air, and the Reaper leaned forward once again.
"What do you need, Reaper, and what's the situation there?"
Quickly, Jason filled him in about the marauders, their actions, and the captives they held. Then he listed his own assets, that of the group he was currently with, and the other three near them. He then reiterated his need for munitions, supplies, medical, and men.
"Linked .50 and 7.62 we have in plenty, and I'll send that along with some unlinked. I assume 5.56, and will a tactical medical resupply be adequate?"
The Reaper quickly looked at Nancy, who, with wide eyes, nodded vehemently.
"Yes, and yes."
"I can loan you two teams from my 9th, it's all I can spare right now. But I want them back!"
"No problem there, Major. You'll get them back."
"We'll evac your most seriously wounded when they exfil (exfiltration or extraction), out of Mexico City, or whichever strip we decide on. The additional security will make it workable, if so."
"Got it."
"Anything else?"
"Demo. C4. I have a plan but I’ll brief the teams when on ground. Do you have any spare AT4s?" An individually-held, line-of-sight, light anti-armor missile, the AT4 was the perfect weapon against unarmored and even lightly armored vehicles. The Reaper knew they had stores of the AT4s in Newaygo, and counted on acquiring at least a few to help even the odds. The AT4 could also be used against hardened stationary targets, and if the marauders thought they could barricade themselves against attack, that weapon would easily create a new doorway or opening. The C4 he would use on the ground for improvised IEDs to the detriment of the enemy. Much of this was basic countermeasures that all military personnel learned in ITS (Infantry Training School), and there was no need to go into detail, for such things were understood.
"Plenty. We just raided the mother lode of supply depots, Reaper. We are full up on everything. I'll send a pallet, which will give you about forty. Is that enough?"
"Plenty!"
"Anything else?"
"Standard field comm and NVGs would help." NVGs, or Night Vision Goggles, were a handy piece of field equipment, and the Reaper already had thought of uses for them.
"Done, and already factored that in as we honestly have plenty; besides, you'll have my men. Hold on, I'm getting an estimate." A pause, then, "We are looking at real-time satellite now. Sheldon says the drop will occur tomorrow at 2300 Lima. Point to be the empty field south-southwest of your position 1500 meters out. Call sign is Blue One on frequency 134.156. Copy that?"
"Wait one, Newaygo." The Reaper turned to see the compartment was now very crowded with everyone staring at him in disbelief. Beside him, Rodriguez breathed, "Wow, and now I know who Emma is. Who is the 9th? Surely not the 9th Special Forces out of Fort Campbell."
"The same, Rodriguez. An understrength light battalion which joined Newaygo's forces. What about the drop location?"
"Sir, that's right behind us. We can be there inside two minutes."
The Reaper turned back to the transceiver. “Got it, Newaygo. We'll be there. Thanks!"
" We're all in this together, so no thanks are necessary. We need you Reaper, so quit being the lone avenger! Newaygo out, " and the carrier wave went dead.
The Reaper turned off the communications equipment before turning to
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