Crossing the line
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Crossing the line
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Summary= Sergeant Davis Hunts is the commanding officer of a small band of undercover operatives for army intelligence. This operation was supposed to be like every other, until she fell in too deep.
She sat behind me gently grazing the skin across my shoulders and spine with her nails. Just the touch felt like electricity, vibrating through me in waves; I closed my eyes so that no one could see it. She moved around me so she could pull my head to rest on her shoulder. It was hypnotic both of us entranced by the sheer touch; she was transfixed by the design etched across my back- I could feel her tracing the lines over and over. To feel so comfortable in such a volatile situation for the first time in my career made me feel vulnerable.
This woman could erase me on a whim in countless ways and yet here we are looking out to the murky waters as the tide draws in both connected, open and yet separated. We weren’t in this fight together- I wasn’t supposed to still be here. I shouldn’t still be here; if I leave she will die- if I am discovered she will kill me.
My name is Sergeant Davis Hunts. I am a part of a subsection of intelligence and reconnaissance, I know what you are thinking but the uniform is just for special events. Along with the rest of my team we work under our Sergeant Major in a variety of assignments to gather intelligence and direct the following stages. Our latest operation was no different.
The other five guys in our outfit filed into the briefing room ahead of me still a little wired from the success of the last ops. The Sergeant Major was sat behind a desk prepared to give yet another briefing presentation.
“Let’s just skip over the protocol this morning gentlemen, sit down.” He sighed out his words the whole sentence wreaked of foreboding.
No I’m not a man it’s just he ain’t very ‘pc’ fuck it who cares, we’re a team and that’s what counts not bloody political correctness. We work together, we fight together and just about everything else under the sun that the operations require.
“From our last little skirmish we managed to unearth evidence of the existence and location of a band of resistance. With the intelligence gathered we believe that there are more of these bands connected in an underground web. It is possible that this web is responsible for the sabotaged special ops last month.”
He brought up on a big screen a map with the bands location highlighted.
“Excuse me Sergeant Major, but you said intelligence ‘believed’ in the existence of this web. How can we launch an operation without actual hard evidence?”
There was no way that I was about to jump into a mission blind, people believed in aliens, you wouldn’t catch me suiting up to catch them because some hick thought he saw a UFO.
“Sergeant Hunts, it is because of the lack of intelligence that this operation will only involve one single undercover operative rather than a sting system. Using a single agent to infiltrate the band will allow the rest of the team to operate surveillance equipment to gather the hard evidence that you require. This way we can relay all of the positions of each band and have the infantry round them up or eradicate them- the top brass hasn’t made up his mind yet.”
I still wasn’t warming up to this idea, the thought of a single operative brought up the question- who here was expendable if it all went horrifically wrong.
“Has he decided who will infiltrate this band? With all honesty I don’t believe that anyone here can be labelled as ‘expendable’ sir” The five men all sighed with relief, it’s always nice to know that your CO has your back.
“Indeed no one in this team would be easy to replace – you are specialists and as such work together in a way that cannot be replicated. But this operation will need finesse and tactful thinking. That is why we are sending you in Sergeant Hunts.”
My world stopped with that single sentence, I was to be the single unit sent to infiltrate a potentially deadly band of resistance. I was alone in there; sure my team would be there watching and collating but that was it, they were going to watch this operation. They wouldn’t be there if it went wrong; they would be hundreds of miles away scanning satellites. I was in this alone – I was expendable.
With the briefing wrapped up I had to go and collect my orders as my team packed up and drove off to the intelligence core of the outfit.
“So how exactly am I supposed to do this? I doubt that they will be that welcoming to strangers, especially the opposition.” The sergeant major handed me my Burgan already packed with the essentials that I would need.
“No they don’t particularly welcome strangers, their camps are full of traps set up to either deter or detain intruders. What you need to do is get caught.”
The look on my face asked the question for me.
“I know what you’re thinking Davies, but if you get caught injured you can feed them a story about how you are a fugitive running from our forces already encamped nearby.”
I slung the Burgan to my back, “You think that they will go for that? Almost asking for asylum with them? I dunno, it has a certain charm to it but how exactly do I appear injured to them?”
“A bullet wound usually works, pretty impressive too. Anything that makes you look like you’ve been bloody beaten. They don’t tend to ask too many questions if you are a part of the same cause.” He nodded curtly and turned about on his heel walking away.
A fucking bullet? He wants me to shoot myself to gain rebel sympathy, I know I signed up for this but damn that’s asking for a lot.
So here it is, I’m sat here in the back of a truck tumbling across the baron outlands; I let the lads rough me up a bit. First impressions are very important- it’s just the next part, how the hell am I going to turn a fire arm on myself? The driver’s slowing down I guess this is it; I jump out of the truck as the Sergeant Major makes one last radio communication.
“All set Davis?”
I sigh out pacing around “I’m fine sir, I’m just a little edgy. I’m not sure I can just put a fucking bullet in me for effect, I just can’t turn it on myself.” I’m starting to come out in a cold sweat just thinking about it.
“It’s got to be done Davis, are you saying you won’t?”
“Damnnit sir I’m saying I can’t!”
I hear him sigh over the radio and mumble something to someone near him. “Good luck Davies.”
With that the radio cut out and I handed it back to the driver. I leant against a tree as I watched the truck rumble out of sight. I was just about to turn away when a deafening crack came from the trees; I collapsed to the floor clutching at my leg.
“You fucker!” A sniper bullet implanted in an impressive bleeding wound. Great, well he got his way; I can’t believe the bastard actually shot me. Fucker.
I forced myself to limp through the forest, give it an hour or so the wound would stop bleeding. But it would still be convincing; now all I had to do was get caught.
Summary= Sergeant Davis Hunts is the commanding officer of a small band of undercover operatives for army intelligence. This operation was supposed to be like every other, until she fell in too deep.
She sat behind me gently grazing the skin across my shoulders and spine with her nails. Just the touch felt like electricity, vibrating through me in waves; I closed my eyes so that no one could see it. She moved around me so she could pull my head to rest on her shoulder. It was hypnotic both of us entranced by the sheer touch; she was transfixed by the design etched across my back- I could feel her tracing the lines over and over. To feel so comfortable in such a volatile situation for the first time in my career made me feel vulnerable.
This woman could erase me on a whim in countless ways and yet here we are looking out to the murky waters as the tide draws in both connected, open and yet separated. We weren’t in this fight together- I wasn’t supposed to still be here. I shouldn’t still be here; if I leave she will die- if I am discovered she will kill me.
My name is Sergeant Davis Hunts. I am a part of a subsection of intelligence and reconnaissance, I know what you are thinking but the uniform is just for special events. Along with the rest of my team we work under our Sergeant Major in a variety of assignments to gather intelligence and direct the following stages. Our latest operation was no different.
The other five guys in our outfit filed into the briefing room ahead of me still a little wired from the success of the last ops. The Sergeant Major was sat behind a desk prepared to give yet another briefing presentation.
“Let’s just skip over the protocol this morning gentlemen, sit down.” He sighed out his words the whole sentence wreaked of foreboding.
No I’m not a man it’s just he ain’t very ‘pc’ fuck it who cares, we’re a team and that’s what counts not bloody political correctness. We work together, we fight together and just about everything else under the sun that the operations require.
“From our last little skirmish we managed to unearth evidence of the existence and location of a band of resistance. With the intelligence gathered we believe that there are more of these bands connected in an underground web. It is possible that this web is responsible for the sabotaged special ops last month.”
He brought up on a big screen a map with the bands location highlighted.
“Excuse me Sergeant Major, but you said intelligence ‘believed’ in the existence of this web. How can we launch an operation without actual hard evidence?”
There was no way that I was about to jump into a mission blind, people believed in aliens, you wouldn’t catch me suiting up to catch them because some hick thought he saw a UFO.
“Sergeant Hunts, it is because of the lack of intelligence that this operation will only involve one single undercover operative rather than a sting system. Using a single agent to infiltrate the band will allow the rest of the team to operate surveillance equipment to gather the hard evidence that you require. This way we can relay all of the positions of each band and have the infantry round them up or eradicate them- the top brass hasn’t made up his mind yet.”
I still wasn’t warming up to this idea, the thought of a single operative brought up the question- who here was expendable if it all went horrifically wrong.
“Has he decided who will infiltrate this band? With all honesty I don’t believe that anyone here can be labelled as ‘expendable’ sir” The five men all sighed with relief, it’s always nice to know that your CO has your back.
“Indeed no one in this team would be easy to replace – you are specialists and as such work together in a way that cannot be replicated. But this operation will need finesse and tactful thinking. That is why we are sending you in Sergeant Hunts.”
My world stopped with that single sentence, I was to be the single unit sent to infiltrate a potentially deadly band of resistance. I was alone in there; sure my team would be there watching and collating but that was it, they were going to watch this operation. They wouldn’t be there if it went wrong; they would be hundreds of miles away scanning satellites. I was in this alone – I was expendable.
With the briefing wrapped up I had to go and collect my orders as my team packed up and drove off to the intelligence core of the outfit.
“So how exactly am I supposed to do this? I doubt that they will be that welcoming to strangers, especially the opposition.” The sergeant major handed me my Burgan already packed with the essentials that I would need.
“No they don’t particularly welcome strangers, their camps are full of traps set up to either deter or detain intruders. What you need to do is get caught.”
The look on my face asked the question for me.
“I know what you’re thinking Davies, but if you get caught injured you can feed them a story about how you are a fugitive running from our forces already encamped nearby.”
I slung the Burgan to my back, “You think that they will go for that? Almost asking for asylum with them? I dunno, it has a certain charm to it but how exactly do I appear injured to them?”
“A bullet wound usually works, pretty impressive too. Anything that makes you look like you’ve been bloody beaten. They don’t tend to ask too many questions if you are a part of the same cause.” He nodded curtly and turned about on his heel walking away.
A fucking bullet? He wants me to shoot myself to gain rebel sympathy, I know I signed up for this but damn that’s asking for a lot.
So here it is, I’m sat here in the back of a truck tumbling across the baron outlands; I let the lads rough me up a bit. First impressions are very important- it’s just the next part, how the hell am I going to turn a fire arm on myself? The driver’s slowing down I guess this is it; I jump out of the truck as the Sergeant Major makes one last radio communication.
“All set Davis?”
I sigh out pacing around “I’m fine sir, I’m just a little edgy. I’m not sure I can just put a fucking bullet in me for effect, I just can’t turn it on myself.” I’m starting to come out in a cold sweat just thinking about it.
“It’s got to be done Davis, are you saying you won’t?”
“Damnnit sir I’m saying I can’t!”
I hear him sigh over the radio and mumble something to someone near him. “Good luck Davies.”
With that the radio cut out and I handed it back to the driver. I leant against a tree as I watched the truck rumble out of sight. I was just about to turn away when a deafening crack came from the trees; I collapsed to the floor clutching at my leg.
“You fucker!” A sniper bullet implanted in an impressive bleeding wound. Great, well he got his way; I can’t believe the bastard actually shot me. Fucker.
I forced myself to limp through the forest, give it an hour or so the wound would stop bleeding. But it would still be convincing; now all I had to do was get caught.