Post by Vice on Jan 30, 2006 0:08:37 GMT -5
October 10, 2005
Due to a rise in the number of drug runners, smugglers and modern acts of piracy, the Coast Guard formed a special unit, a unit who's purpose it was to be a rapid response to these situations, able to go into action at a moments notice. When needed they would also assist in high-danger rescues, such as during near-hurrican weather and massive storms. Armed with assault gear and composed of highly trained men and women, all with past experience in a special forces unit of some sort, the government and the leaders of the Coast Guard had high hopes for their newly formed unit, though they still had doubts as to wether or not they would be successful, as they were relativly untested. Only time would tell if the forming of the unit would be a blessing or a burden.
Due to a rise in the number of drug runners, smugglers and modern acts of piracy, the Coast Guard formed a special unit, a unit who's purpose it was to be a rapid response to these situations, able to go into action at a moments notice. When needed they would also assist in high-danger rescues, such as during near-hurrican weather and massive storms. Armed with assault gear and composed of highly trained men and women, all with past experience in a special forces unit of some sort, the government and the leaders of the Coast Guard had high hopes for their newly formed unit, though they still had doubts as to wether or not they would be successful, as they were relativly untested. Only time would tell if the forming of the unit would be a blessing or a burden.
October 30, 2005
Miami, Florida
19:24 hours (7:24pm)
Rain beat down on the roof of the concrete building, the wind causing rain drops to smack against the glass windows, coating them with a thick layer of water. Thunder rolled in the distance, followed by a loud craaaack and a bright flash of lightning. Inside the building, Griffon looked up from his desk and out the window nearest him, watching the raging storm that going on outside. I hope to god we don't have to go out in that sh*t tonight. That would suck some serious *ss, he thought to himself. Turning away from the window, he went back to reassembling his pistol, a Sid Sauer P226 Equinox, which he had just finished cleaning. After it was put back together, he picked up a loaded magazine and inserted it into the pistol, then pulled the slide back to chamber a round. Ejecting the magazine, he caught it and loaded an extra round into it before re-inserting it into the pistol. Chambered for the .40 S&W round, the pistol had good stopping power and highly managable recoil, and also came with custom night sights installed in place of the standard sights. His pistol also had some other customizations, such as Crimson Trace rubber grips, which cntained a built in green beam laser sight just above his hand, and all the edges had been rounded to give the weapon a snag-free profile.
Holstering the pistol, Griffon spun around in his chair several times, bored out of his mind, when the commander of the unit walked in. Everybody stopped what they were doing and looked up at him as he entered. "Alright people, listen up. We just received a distress signal from a ship 173 miles North-East of Arthur's Town. Gear up, we leave in five." Turning, the commander left the small office area as everybody stood and went over to their lockers, starting to put all their gear on. Turning to Jess next to him, he looked at her for a second before he spoke. "Isn't Arthur's Town in the Bahamas? Or at least near it? Why the hell would we be going way out there in this sh*t?" She turned and looked at him, responding almost immediatly. "We just do what were told. You should now that by now. Were just like any other military special unit, except we work for the Coast Guard. We go in when they need us to. Looks like they need us to."
"Still doesn't make much sense," he responded, putting the rest of his gear on. Reaching back into his locker, he pulled out his combat helmet and rifle, placing the helmet next to him as he checked the rifle. An H&K G36C, the weapon was the units standard issue rifle, and came highly accessorized. Under the barrel was a tactical flashlight, on its right was a green beam laser sight, and on the top sat an EOTech HOLOgraphic Weapon Sight. Already an excellent weapon, it was now near perfect for what they were doing. Taking a loaded magazine from his locker, he inserted it into the weapon and smacked its bottom, then pulled the bolt back to chamber a round. Slinging the rifle, he kept its safety on as he put his helmet on and ran outside with everybody else.
Outside, the ran quickly soaked his orange bdu jumpsuit as his boot-clad feet kicked up water with each jogging step to the waiting HH-2F Pelican, a long-range search and rescue haleicopter used by the Coast Guard, and was a varient of the Sikorsky UH-3 Sea King. Jumping in, he took a seat as the last man in slid the side door closed. Lurching up, the helicopter gained speed as it flew away from the unit's Miami based headquarters. "Here's the deal," the comander said. "As you know, we got a distress signal from a ship located 173 miles off the coast of Arthur's Town. Were going in because in that distress signal, the person talking described several missing people, and at least 14 confirmed dead. Less than a minute after the signal started, it was cut off, leaving only static. So were going in to see what the hell is going on on that ship. We refuel in Arthur's Town, and then once we reach the ship, you all get to go and see what the f*ck is wrong."