{"sf1_id":142435,"sf2_id":"yndMJNV1","title":"Task Force - Bunker Alpha","author":"SrA havenofimage","words":1672,"posted_at":"2010-04-29T22:47:00.000Z","tags":["Bear","Falcon","Ferret","Fox","Military","Snow Leopard","Spec Opps","Story Series","marten"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/142435-task-force-bunker-alpha","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/yndMJNV1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0a/41/0a4110d0-2e67-4f41-91e0-e43c213b5081","description":"#13 of Task Force","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;We pulled into the airfield.\u0026nbsp; Soldiers gaped at the bullet holes which speckled the sides and rear of our vehicle.\u0026nbsp; Tank drove to the command center where the informant was unloaded and secured.\u0026nbsp; We were met by to Special Assignments Team agents who were assigned to the region for support on our missions.\u0026nbsp; They gave me instructions for traveling to the first bunker and better yet, keys to our new transport.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We found the designated vehicle.\u0026nbsp; This one was plainly an armored personal transport.\u0026nbsp; It wasn't disguised as anything.\u0026nbsp; It had a sleek, angular design, and despite being about average size, appeared to be flatter than normal.\u0026nbsp; There was a hidden roof hatch to allow a gunner to stand in the back and shoot.\u0026nbsp; It exterior was painted with the white, silver, gray, and black camouflage used in snowy regions and the windows were covered with a matching film.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I looked in the back.\u0026nbsp; The remaining crates from Center Seventeen were already loaded.\u0026nbsp; I closed the hatch and took shotgun.\u0026nbsp; Teague was once again at the wheel with the others seated in the back.\u0026nbsp; He turned the ignition and grinned at the feeling of the supercharged engine revving up.\u0026nbsp; He threw the transmission into reverse, pulled out, and we speed back off base.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We rumbled along dirt tracks which could barely be called roads for an hour and a half, receiving new coordinates twice until we finally reached the bunker.\u0026nbsp; It was dung into a granite hillside, camouflage netting covering the entrance.\u0026nbsp; Teague pulled the truck into the front entrance.\u0026nbsp; I whistled as we entered the space.\u0026nbsp; The \"garage\" doubled as the armory and was big enough to park three of these.\u0026nbsp; The opposite wall was lined with weapon racks and boxes of ammunition.\u0026nbsp; I guess they planned on us being here for a while.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I helped unload the crates onto the racks.\u0026nbsp; Finished in that, we entered the living quarters.\u0026nbsp; As I walked though a heavy steel door, I flipped on a light switch.\u0026nbsp; Halogen lights flickered on illumination the bunker's interior.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Home sweet home.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We were standing in the main room.\u0026nbsp; It contained the kitchen, table, two couches, computers, television and even a stationary bike and free weights.\u0026nbsp; An opening in the right wall led to a hallway and five partitioned rooms.\u0026nbsp; I threw my duffle into the first one.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Come on Harper, I wanted that one,\" Joked Jessica.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; After settling down, our orders were to report in to Center 17.\u0026nbsp; I sat down at the com station and switched on the monitor and camera.\u0026nbsp; A few seconds later, Hogan's face appeared.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Chief Warrant Officer Harper reporting as ordered.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Cut the crap Harper, you know you don't need formalities with me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I smiled, \"how's it going up there.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Good now that we know you're secure.\u0026nbsp; Great work with Sergovich by the way.\u0026nbsp; He should home side in a few hours for interrogation.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Glad to hear it.\u0026nbsp; What do we do now?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No orders yet.\u0026nbsp; They don't want you to move until we have some more info.\u0026nbsp; We need to know which targets to attack when for the most effective operation down there.\u0026nbsp; This has to be over before it starts, or things are going to get nasty.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I understand.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"How's the bunker?\u0026nbsp; Well stocked?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I haven't checked provisions yet, but everything looks fine so far.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Alright.\u0026nbsp; Keep an eye on the fuel cells, and try not to get too bored.\u0026nbsp; We'll contact you as soon as we know anything.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks Hogan, Alpha bunker out.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I clicked off the com and sat back in my chair.\u0026nbsp; More waiting around doing nothing.\u0026nbsp; I had hoped that being stationed down here would mean more action.\u0026nbsp; My stomach growled loudly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hey Teague, how do we look on food?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He stepped out of the large pantry with a disgusted look on his face.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"They defiantly went for quantity over quality on this one.\u0026nbsp; We're going to be eating food from a box which probably tastes better than the food.\u0026nbsp; They didn't even have the decency of giving us cold milk.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He tossed me a small blue box, similar to a cub's juice box.\u0026nbsp; I recognized it immediately.\u0026nbsp; It was the military's ultra processed, nonperishable, non refrigerated milk.\u0026nbsp; I hated this stuff.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessica laughed as she looked in the pantry.\u0026nbsp; \"If they want us to save the world, may they could try to keep us happy doing it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Life at bunker Alpha was dull at best.\u0026nbsp; We were confined to the interior with nothing but the limited workout facilities, the TV, crappy war video games, and the two books I had brought.\u0026nbsp; We weren't even allowed to go outside to practice shooting.\u0026nbsp; Laughing to myself I thought of what Traci would say if she knew where I was living.\u0026nbsp; I sat bolt upright at this.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Harper, what's up?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Nothing.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I sat back into the cushion of the couch.\u0026nbsp; It had been a very long time since I had thought about that distant part of my life.\u0026nbsp; Funny I thought as the memories dissipated, it seemed so important at the time.\u0026nbsp; Now, leaving my family and friends was just a standard fact of my life with the special assignments team.\u0026nbsp; Nothing to worry about anymore.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We sat underground for three days, doing practically nothing.\u0026nbsp; I was picking at a stale sandwich when the com came online.\u0026nbsp; I rushed over to the consol and the others soon joined me.\u0026nbsp; Once again, Hogan stared back at us from the monitor.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hey guys, how's it been?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I responded by glaring back at him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Right.\u0026nbsp; The question of the informant is over and the higher ups have a new mission for you.\u0026nbsp; Obviously the ultimate goal is to take out the leader.\u0026nbsp; This guy sounds like a real wacko.\u0026nbsp; He calls himself The Phoenix.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I inhaled sharply.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Don't worry, he's not actually a Phoenix.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I let out my held breath.\u0026nbsp; If he was a true Phoenix we would have no authority, much less the means, to stop him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Like I was saying, he calls himself The Phoenix.\u0026nbsp; From what we know, he's a black eagle, but he only ever allows his top general's to see him, so the illusion stands amongst his followers.\u0026nbsp; We don't know where he is though.\u0026nbsp; In the mean time though, we've made a deal with the Croanian government.\u0026nbsp; The New World Order has been giving them a lot of trouble.\u0026nbsp; You have full reign to deal with them as long as no more Croanians are harmed.\u0026nbsp; We do know the location of one of their generals, and a training center he is running.\u0026nbsp; His name is Bantano Davis.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A picture of a fearsome looking polar bear appeared in the corner of the screen.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"We believe he's one of the NWO's first recruits.\u0026nbsp; He's in deep, possibly high enough to know who The Phoenix is.\u0026nbsp; We need to take him out before the trainees at his facility go active.\u0026nbsp; You will have three objectives.\u0026nbsp; One, kill Bantano.\u0026nbsp; He's much too dangerous to keep alive.\u0026nbsp; Two, secure any data which is easily obtainable and will not compromise or slow the mission by doing so.\u0026nbsp; Finally, destroy the training center.\u0026nbsp; The last thing we need is more NWO disciples running around killing people.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Alright, how do we do this?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A hologram appeared of the facility.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"This is the compound where Bantano is working out of.\u0026nbsp; There's one problem with accessing it though.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A ring appeared around the original image.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"There is a secure perimeter one mile out.\u0026nbsp; We don't think you will be able to penetrate without giving away your position to everyone there.\u0026nbsp; This means you'll have to...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Jump,\" I interrupted.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Correct.\u0026nbsp; You're going to have to go in HAHO.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I nodded. \u0026nbsp;We had practiced these jumps before. \u0026nbsp;We would be dropped well away from the LZ where the aircraft engines could not be heard at an altitude around 30,000ft. \u0026nbsp;We would then fall for fifteen seconds before opening our chutes and flying in under canopy. \u0026nbsp;In this fashion, we could fly for close to 30 miles and land silently.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Tank spoke up, \"Why not HALO? \u0026nbsp;Wouldn't that get us in faster?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Faster, yes. \u0026nbsp;However, the fear is that the noise of a parachute opening at low altitude will alert the enemy to your position. \u0026nbsp;You'll be making this jump at night under photoreactive canopies. \u0026nbsp;If you come in on the pre designated course, you should make it to the ground half a mile into the perimeter undetected.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Understood.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Shit, a night opp. \u0026nbsp;I hated jumping at night. \u0026nbsp;We had had to do it countless times during training and it never got better, especially alone. \u0026nbsp;At least we would be traveling in a stack. \u0026nbsp;It could be worse.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Harper, you're going to hate me for this next part. \u0026nbsp;They want you to move the instant you touch down, no time for sniping. \u0026nbsp;The general's quarters are here.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He indicated one of the holographic buildings.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Get in, do your business and get out.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What are our extraction options?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"If all goes as planned, there will be a chopper waiting for you on the other side of the base.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A small marker flashed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"And if not?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Improvise.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We were good at that. \u0026nbsp;Now that we had the intell, I had no doubts that this mission would go just as smoothly as the last. \u0026nbsp;Hopefully smoother if possible. \u0026nbsp;If we moved quickly and didn't run into too many snags, the operation should be over in no time and The New World Order would be short a second general by our hands.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Alright Hogan, anything else.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No Sir.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Roger that, bunker Alpha, out.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Task Force","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/142041-task-force-extraction.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/142877-task-force-two-if-by-air.json"}}