Wolfhound: Secret Heroes

So, we got recruited, we got a 5-week-long crash-course, and we got a target. Nice. It took us a while to get to Appleloosa by train. We passed the time with idle chatter.

Jackie, used to be a Spec Ops Tier Three operative. No wonder she blew the crash-course out of the water. She had left only a few months ago.

Leon had been in quite a few tough scrapes, and had learned how to fight, and fight hard. He wouldn't say why he'd gotten in most of them, but he did say that quite a few were because of bar fights when the other guy was drunk.

"I don't drink enough to really get drunk." he admitted, upon being asked if he was ever the one that was drunk.

"That's good." I replied. "Means you're still in control."

He nodded, and looked at Allen. "So, what's up with you and Jackie?"

Allen smiled. "We grew up together. Signed up for the Army, went into Spec Ops Tier Two. She graduated even further, but I wanted a different kind of military service."

"So you became an Elite Guard, then?" I asked.

"Nope, I went down to Royal Guard. Found it boring - usually just standing around and putting up appearances for the public - and so I asked to be transferred back down to Elite Guard, and here I've stayed."

"So, what's you guys' ranks?" Leon asked.

Allen just looked at him and said "Officer."

Jackie spoke up. "Used to be a da** good Sergeant Major in Tier Three."

Jackson said "I'm currently a Corporal, but Allen says that he's put in a promotion request for me."

"Da** right!" Allen replied, slightly louder than talking volume. But he quieted back down. "You're good enough for Tier One! I'm surprised you're already at Lieutenant! Corporal? Who-" He cast an apologetic glance at everyone. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

Jackie grinned "Just be glad he hadn't warmed up yet, or he'd have gone for hours."

Allen chuckled "Not quite that long, sister."

"Yeah, more like years."

"I'm sorry, who hard-fu**ed you when I wasn't looking? They must've been pretty desperate!"

The whole train car exploded with laughter.

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A few hours later, the train stopped at Appleloosa. We got off and went to the nearest police station.

In the armory there, we stocked up on ammo.

"Okay," Allen started, "We'll sneak into the base. Once we're all in good positions, I'll radio the go, and we'll take them by surprise. It could be over in twenty minutes, if we play this right."

We grabbed armored vests, any ammo we could hold that wouldn't slow us down, and left. We used underground tunnels in order to get out of the town without arousing attention.

Out of the tunnels, we hiked three miles, and stopped on the edge of a cliff. Below and about a quarter-mile off, I could see the base.

"It looks like a military base." I remarked, going prone.

"It could be one." Jackson stated, crouching next to me, with binoculars out.

I looked up at him. "Huh?"

"Crimson Justice is a militaristic group. They probably build their bases to match. Not to mention, sometimes they take over our own."

Allen grabbed a pair of binoculars and eyed the place. "I'm seeing three barracks, probably an armory, and a few other things. Warehouse, communications station, the works." He set the binocs down, took out a piece of paper and a pencil, and drew.

When he was done, it was a map of the base. "Okay. We'll go in from these ends." He pointed them out. "Firestar, you and Jackie will go in from this side. Leon, you and Jackson will go in from there. I'll head in here. Find a spot with sights on multiple targets, and when I give the go, take them down as fast as you can."

We assorted ourselves into our respective groups.

Allen stood up. "Everyone ready?"

No one spoke up in the negative.

Allen smiled. "Let's do this."