{"sf1_id":141766,"sf2_id":"qmy6Y0Qn","title":"Task Force - Departure","author":"SrA havenofimage","words":2405,"posted_at":"2010-04-26T21:40:00.000Z","tags":["Bear","Falcon","Ferret","Fox","Gun","Medical Procedures","Military","Mink","No-Yiff","Snow Leopard","Spec Opps","Weapon","marten","shoot"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/141766-task-force-departure","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/qmy6Y0Qn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/50/5f/505f34f4-2411-476e-a818-809697ab8376","description":"#11 of Task Force","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Kirian.\u0026nbsp; Kirian!\u0026nbsp; Kirian?\u0026nbsp; Kirian, can you hear me?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I blinked as someone flashed a bright light in my eyes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Good response.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Next thing I knew, it sounded like someone was lighting firecrackers in my head.\u0026nbsp; I turned to see Dr. Hall snapping her fingers next to my ear.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Auditory response is good.\u0026nbsp; Kirian, can you sit up for me?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I did as she asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Very good, just slow down a little.\u0026nbsp; Next I want you to touch your thumbs to your finger tips.\u0026nbsp; Alright, now touch your nose.\u0026nbsp; Very good.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I looked around.\u0026nbsp; I was still in the operating room.\u0026nbsp; Dr. Hall was standing next to the table writing something on a clipboard. \u0026nbsp;The same technician from earlier, a young doe, was also there, observing.\u0026nbsp; I yawned and stretched my arms out.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Whoa!\u0026nbsp; Hold on Kirian, you need to slow down.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;What was she talking about?\u0026nbsp; It wasn't like I was flailing my arms wildly.\u0026nbsp; I twitched my tail and accidently knocked a tray of tongue depressors off of a table.\u0026nbsp; I watched as the small wooden sticks fell to the ground.\u0026nbsp; They almost looked as if they were falling... slower than they should be.\u0026nbsp; Weird.\u0026nbsp; The assistant bent down and picked them of the floor.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Alright.\u0026nbsp; You check out.\u0026nbsp; I'll leave you here to change.\u0026nbsp; Then, grab a handgun and holster and a rifle and meet me at live fire training center 2.\u0026nbsp; And, try to take it easy.\u0026nbsp; You're not used to the changes yet.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;She and the technician left the room. \u0026nbsp;I saw my fatigues folded on a chair.\u0026nbsp; I quickly dressed.\u0026nbsp; Reaching into the pocket of my pants, I found a pen.\u0026nbsp; I held it three meters off the ground and dropped it, timing its fall on my watch.\u0026nbsp; Again, it appeared to fall slowly, but when I calculated for the acceleration, it came out to be 9.8 m/s2.\u0026nbsp; Something didn't make sense.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I left the room to find Dr. Hall closing the door to an adjacent one.\u0026nbsp; I nodded to her and proceed to the armory.\u0026nbsp; I took the weaponry Dr. Hall had asked for to the training course.\u0026nbsp; Live fire training center 2 was a small obstacle course with targets space throughout.\u0026nbsp; During training, our goal was to navigate the increasingly difficult obstacles and eliminate targets in the shortest time.\u0026nbsp; No one was there when I arrived.\u0026nbsp; I guess they were all still recovering.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Soon Jessica joined me, her SMGs strapped in holsters on her thighs.\u0026nbsp; Next was Teague, followed by Tank, and Trestan.\u0026nbsp; Finally, Dr. Hall entered through the large metal door.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Good, you're all here.\u0026nbsp; I am pleased to announce that the alteration process went smoothly and there are no foreseeable negative side effects.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Other than my head feeling like its being split by a chainsaw,\" muttered Tank.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"That's a reaction to your body adjusting to the heightened perception.\u0026nbsp; It should dissipate shortly.\u0026nbsp; Right now, I would like to go through a quick series of drills to help you adjust.\u0026nbsp; We will begin simply by shooting.\u0026nbsp; Kirian, step over here please.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I walked to where she indicated a narrow shooting lane clear of obstacles.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Please holster your side arm.\u0026nbsp; Thank you.\u0026nbsp; On my mark, you will draw your gun, fire single shots at the target until the clip is empty, reload, and replace your weapon in the holster.\u0026nbsp; Do you understand the exercise?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Yes ma'am.\u0026nbsp; I am to draw, aim, shoot eighteen rounds, reload, and replace my handgun.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;She nodded.\u0026nbsp; I took a shooting position on the line, tensing my muscles, preparing for her signal.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Ready?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I nodded.\u0026nbsp; I twitched my right hand in anticipation.\u0026nbsp; Other than that, my body was perfectly still, ears trained on Dr. Hall.\u0026nbsp; I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beat.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Mark!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I reached across my body and gripped my pistol, unsnapping the securing strap.\u0026nbsp; I drew the weapon, aiming down the concentric sights as I did, on target before I was even ready to shoot.\u0026nbsp; I quickly squeezed off eighteen shots, the brass ejecting uncommonly close to one another.\u0026nbsp; I heard the gun click on an empty chamber, ejected the clip and slammed a new one home.\u0026nbsp; I swung the firearm back towards my hip and snapped it into place before lowering my hands back to my sides.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I turned to see the rest of the team with looks of shock on their faces.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"What?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Dr. Hall answered \"That took just over of two seconds.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I looked down range, now astonished myself and saw that, in that time I had left a centimeter and a half shot group in the target positioned 50m down range.\u0026nbsp; The process repeated with similar results with each member of the team.\u0026nbsp; Dr. Hall called in a new target, this one at 500m.\u0026nbsp; She handed me a carbine.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Shoot the target.\u0026nbsp; Three round burst if you will.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I flipped the fire selector from safe to the small red three.\u0026nbsp; I shouldered the weapon and aimed down the sights.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"One handed.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I looked up to see Dr. Hall looking at me with a straight face.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Just your right hand.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I adjusted my position and dropped my left arm to my side.\u0026nbsp; I looked down the sights expecting them to be moving erratically around the target.\u0026nbsp; Surprisingly they sat almost dead still.\u0026nbsp; I took aim again and pulled the trigger.\u0026nbsp; I heard the triple report of the shots but barely noticed any recoil. \u0026nbsp;I peered at the target where an oblong hole perforated the paper strait vertically across the center dot.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Holly shit!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;We spent the rest of the day running a series of drills and exercises in the obstacle course.\u0026nbsp; Each set was progressively harder.\u0026nbsp; Dr. Hall was trying to test our limitations and see how far we could be pushed.\u0026nbsp; By the end of the day however, no one had failed a single challenge.\u0026nbsp; I climbed into bed thoroughly exhausted.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Next morning I was woken at 0500 by the emergency signal on my earpiece.\u0026nbsp; I clicked the receiver to start the message.\u0026nbsp; It blared over the small speaker.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Meet at the briefing room by 0530... full armor... no weapons... time is a factor... Meet at the briefing room by 0530...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The message repeated.\u0026nbsp; I turned off the device and got out of my bunk, now wide awake.\u0026nbsp; I pulled on my combat uniform and began buckling it up, checking the plates for any defects which may cause them to fail in combat.\u0026nbsp; Finding none, I slipped on the gauntlets and left my room.\u0026nbsp; The others were exiting as well.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;We jogged together to the briefing room before entering in single file, me at the lead.\u0026nbsp; Dr. Hall was waiting for us.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"A new mission just came down from command.\u0026nbsp; It appears that someone defected from The New World Order.\u0026nbsp; Our guys want him bad for the information he claims to have.\u0026nbsp; The problem is that, so does the enemy.\u0026nbsp; The only difference is that they want him dead.\u0026nbsp; He's no good to us dead.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I listened intently to the intell she gave us.\u0026nbsp; Getting in and securing the objective would be easy.\u0026nbsp; Getting him out alive, not so much.\u0026nbsp; I ran through situations in my head as the briefing continued, planning for foreseeable snags.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"One last thing.\u0026nbsp; This will be our last face to face meeting for a long time.\u0026nbsp; You're training is officially over.\u0026nbsp; To limit the chance of enemy detection of Center 17, you will be working out of a series of satellite bunkers in and around Croania.\u0026nbsp; You have been assigned exclusively to the threat of the NWO and will remain in the field for extended periods of time. \u0026nbsp;They contain everything you will need for the upcoming missions and will be restocked periodically when possible.\u0026nbsp; This is for your protection and the protection of all our country's people.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Dr. Hall walked over to me.\u0026nbsp; I stood up and grasped her outstretched paw.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Kirian, it's been an honor.\u0026nbsp; I have done everything I can to prepare the team for anything.\u0026nbsp; Now it's up to you to lead them.\u0026nbsp; They trust you.\u0026nbsp; They are loyal to you.\u0026nbsp; I know you will lead them well.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Ma'am.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;She moved down the line, talking to each of us separately.\u0026nbsp; Her voice was kept low enough so that only the individual she was addressing could understand her.\u0026nbsp; When Dr. Hall was finished, she walked towards the door.\u0026nbsp; I stiffened and called out.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Room!\u0026nbsp; Ten Hut!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;We stood at attention until she had closed the door behind her.\u0026nbsp; Dr. Hall had been our mentor, our teacher, our guardian, our motivation, and our friend.\u0026nbsp; When she was gone I turned to my team.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Task Force, let's move out!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;We arrived at the armory to find several large crates open in the room.\u0026nbsp; They were loaded with extra weapons and ammunition that we would be taking to our first station.\u0026nbsp; I instructed the others to arm themselves for the mission at hand and then load up everything else.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I walked to my personal locker and opened the door.\u0026nbsp; My rifle was waiting for me.\u0026nbsp; I took it off the rack and laid it on a table.\u0026nbsp; I broke it down for a more mobile set up, decreasing the caliber and bulk.\u0026nbsp; I wouldn't need the long shots on this mission.\u0026nbsp; I scaled down the scope and attached a range finder.\u0026nbsp; Trestan wouldn't always be in the air for this one to spot my shots.\u0026nbsp; After packing up the rest of the gear,\u0026nbsp; I grabbed one of our Gewalt TM-S machine pistols and added a barrel kit and collapsible stock effectively making it a small caliber carbine.\u0026nbsp; This I attached to a holster on my right side. \u0026nbsp;I also took a handgun, which I screwed a silencer onto, and a multi tool tactical knife.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;When I was finished, I went to check on my team.\u0026nbsp; Jessica was loaded light with only her two SMGs, a knife and a pair of concussion grenades.\u0026nbsp; Good, we might need her to be mobile.\u0026nbsp; Teague on the other hand looked ready to invade a small country.\u0026nbsp; He was packing a SAT 5 carbine, two pistols, four throwing knives strapped to his side and two on his left wrist, two fragmentation grenades as well as his det. pack.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Do you have enough stuff?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Never know what we might need on this one.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I rolled my eyes and turned to tank.\u0026nbsp; He had an ASMAR-T assault rifle and probably enough ammunition to fire it continually for three minutes.\u0026nbsp; He also had a small assortment of grenades.\u0026nbsp; I suspected he had other weapons hidden on him somewhere but I didn't ask.\u0026nbsp; We had trained for years and I trusted the judgment of each of my squad mates.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Finally I walked over to Trestan.\u0026nbsp; He was uncommonly well armed.\u0026nbsp; He had a lighter variation assault rifle set up for a squad marksman.\u0026nbsp; He was also had a curious launcher on his back.\u0026nbsp; It was made to handle a variety of ordinance for air to air and air to ground defense.\u0026nbsp; William was going to be our over watch for the extraction portion of the mission and may need the firepower.\u0026nbsp; Never much one for talk he simply nodded at me.\u0026nbsp; I slapped him on the shoulder and closed the crates in the center of the room.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I turned to the team.\u0026nbsp; They were ready.\u0026nbsp; I could see it in their eyes, in the way they stood, in the way they breathed.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't have been prouder.\u0026nbsp; They looked up to me and I looked up to them.\u0026nbsp; It had been a long three years since we first sat in a small room at the military academy and introduced ourselves.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Let's kick some ass!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"HOOA!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;We paced through the main corridor to the hangar.\u0026nbsp; Before stepping through the secure door, Hogan met us.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Hey.\u0026nbsp; Can you believe it?\u0026nbsp; I'm going to be your chief intelligence provider while you're out.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Well, it will be good to see a familiar face now and again.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Good luck guys!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"You too.\u0026nbsp; See you on the other side of the monitor.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;He stood strait and saluted.\u0026nbsp; I returned the salute. \u0026nbsp;We would be in qualified hands.\u0026nbsp; We got to the hangar and boarded the transport.\u0026nbsp; It had just finished being loaded with the three crates from the armory.\u0026nbsp; I took my seat and strapped in, not knowing when we left, if I would ever be back inside Center 17.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Task Force","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/140533-task-force-improvements.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/142041-task-force-extraction.json"}}