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UNSC Long Range Rifle Group - Assembly
Posted By: Blindside<haloblindside@hotmail.com>
Date: 11 September 2002, 1:48 am
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~UNSC Headquarters, London, England~
UNSC Colonel Tyler Henry walked down the hall, his military dress shoes echoing with each step. Under his arm, a portfolio, containing plans for an all new weapon against the Covenant. It called for all of Earth's best in long range riflery, snipering, to gather in one place, training and deploying as a unit. Tyler himself was an excellent long-range rifleman, earning 2 Distinguished Long Range Rifleman awards, as a sniper during Operation TREBUCHET, over 40 years ago. His expertise and leadership in the field let him advance rapidly within the ranks, and he soon was a non-combatting officer before the Harvest incident.
He smirked at the thought of escaping certain death, and in return felt guilty for thinking so selfishly. Unconsciously, he made a right turn, pushed his way throught he air lock, and placed his eyes against the scanner. A computer welcomed him in, and he made his way to the end of a cherry table, where 14 other high-ranking officials of the UNSC sat in waiting.
"Sorry I'm late. Covenant pulled me over for speeding," he said, trying to elicit a laugh.
He did so successfully, which put him at ease over being late.
"Let's get down to business. I am Colonel Tyler Henry, as most of you already know," he said, glancing around the room. "and I am here to propose a new SpecOps group that has until now, been unheard of. Most special operations groups are comprised of a few shooters, a demolitions expert, a commander, and two long-range riflemen. I propose something a little different. I propose a group made up of solely snipers. The group of 6, codename Eagle Eyes, will accept missions as needed from UNSC SOCom. In the meantime, they will train feverishly, until they can kill without thinking, even in their sleep. These men will have to already be expert marksmen, trained in the fieldcraft, so that we may begin advanced training immediately. This is, of course, if you accept this proposal. " Here, Henry paused to take in their initial reaction.
"I propose that this group be based in the Ozarks of the United States, near the Missouri, Kansas border. This is because the Ozarks are not a strategic target of the Covenant, and there is little risk in being destroyed by an attack. I also propose that the men be brought from the national organizations of the United States, England, Israel, Germany, and France. These countries have superb long-range training programs, and in turn will have superb long-range riflemen. A detailed proposal form is on your databank in front of you. Are there any questions?" Tyler glanced around, and noticed a single hand.
"Colonel Brian Hambrick speaking. Who will train these men?"
"I will be on site, along with 2 other men I have yet to deem as physical trainers. I, of course will only be able to provide administrative and moral support."
A few smiled at him. He was almost 70 years old, and there was no way he could keep up with the world's best.
"Very well, thank you." The colonel seemed pleased enough.
"Ok, then. Time for a vote. In favor, raise your hand."
Every hand went up.
Tyler Henry smiled. "I will setup the funding and greet the men personally. Thank you for cooperation, and I will see you in a couple of days to finalize the paperwork."
The old colonel gathered up his paperwork, removed the data disk, and left the room.
* * * * ~Outside of London, England~
Secret Air Service long-range riflemen are notorious for pre-shot rituals. Lt. Michael Hambrick was no different. He took his tobacco pipe out, smoked on it once, took out the tobacco with his bare fingers, and rubbed it on the stock. Col. Henry raised an eyebrow. A target on a line shot across the field, 500 meters away, and Hambrick's barrel moved with it. The shot sounded off, and 2 minutes later, the field advisor brought forth the target. A hole was in the target's "head", right above the nasal bone. Hambrick smiled proudly, and went to clean his rifle. Henry turned, and approached him with the paperwork. Hambrick also accepted joyously. The team was now half-completed.
~Fort Bragg, North Carolina~
Lt. Scott Nicholson and Maj. Randall Stewart took aim in the scope at 2x magnification and squeezed the trigger with constant pressure simultaneously. The 14.5 millimeter rounds exploded their respective watermelon targets on impact. They both smirked on each other, turned back to their scopes, zoomed in to 10x magnification, and shot two more melons in their centers 1000 meters away. This all occured within a time frame of 10 seconds. Colonel Henry stood behind them, silent and observant. They are good, Tyler thought. Scott and Randall both stood up, turned around, and stopped in their tracks. Seeing the bars and awards on Tyler's dress uniform, they saluted instantly, snapping to attention. Henry returned the salute, said an "at ease", and handed them both papers.
"This is the most important decision of your career. Read it over, and let me know your decision as soon as possible." He turned around as Lt. Nicholson and Maj. Stewart looked the paperwork over.
"Sir, I accept now." Randall smirked, almost boyishly at the opportunity given him.
"Count me in, sir," Scott said a few seconds later, also smiling.
"Good. Follow me. Everything is already cleared, and you both can leave with me. I knew you'd accept." Col. Henry about faced and led them to the dropship.
~Bourdeaux, France~
Pierre Goudois looked at his watch. He was already late for his dinner appointment with his wife. And here was this military man to meet him in the hotel lobby, interrupting his vacation. What nerve. He hadn't been in the military for 3 years! And they come to him now? For what?
"Excuse me Colonel, I'm a civvie now, and I have appointments to keep. If you don't mind, I..."
Tyler held a finger up to his lips. "Shh. Here. Take a look."
Pierre flipped through the paperwork. "Are you serious?"
"As a heartattack. We can fly you out anytime."
"How about tonight after I eat with my wife?"
"See you at 9 at the airport."
"Sounds great." Pierre hurried off, excited about coming back to the services.
~Confidential Israel UNSC Training Ground~
UNSC Lt. David Assad and UNSC Lt. Sam Hakim both lined up their shots. They fired at the typical targets at 1000 meters out, and made both head shots. The targets were backed up 100 meters on the line. The two shooters reached up to their scopes, dialed a change, and fired again. The hole didn't get any larger. Amazing, thought Henry.
They accepted on the spot as well.
~UNSC Headquarters, London England~
"Sirs, the men are ready for training. They are collected at the Missouri headquarters, and are eager to start. All we need is for you all to sign on the dotted line, so to speak," Henry looked at them all.
Colonel Steven Brown stood up from his seat, and stared at Henry in the eye.
"Funding is taken care of already. We did it without you. I think you will find you have more than enough financial assets. Green light for Eagle Eyes. Good luck."
Henry smiled, said a thank you, collected his papers and disk, and walked off to the airport. A lot of work had to be done.
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