Byrd Man
El Hombre Pájaro
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Previously
Siberia
100 Kilometers East of Chita
1 Hour Until Rendezvous
The train carrying the members of Task Force X came to a stop on the tracks. Snow covered the ground all around the train tracks. Inside the passenger car, Amanda Waller held court one final time.
"Final briefing, people, so listen up."
The Squad members gathered around her at the front of the car. Everyone was decked out in their gear, colorful costumes mixed with weapons.
"There are gonna be two teams assaulting the train convoy, three teams total. Flag, Vertigo, and Blockbuster are team one. You're in charge of frontal assault and starting he ambush. Bronze Tiger, Deadshot, and Nightshade are team two. You'll swing around and launch an assault from the back. Sarge, Calculator, and I are team three, the support team. We'll be here in a reserve capacity, jamming any communications the Russians try to send. Both assault teams will fight their way to the middle. Once there, Blockbuster will use that brute strength of his and tow the car carrying the alien fighter to our train. We'll attach it to our engine and then comes the hard part. Dismissed."
Flag stood up and slung the M4 in his hands over his shoulder.
"You heard the lady. Team one, you're on me. Team two, follow Tiger's lead. Let's move out."
Flag led the way out the car. He jumped down on the ground. His boots crunched against the snow. The rest of the followed him out of the car and down the tracks. There were dense clumps of trees on both sides of the train tracks. Flag looked around and got his bearings.
"This must be a small forest or something. Perfect place for an ambush. Ben, we'll set up here. Your team can hunker down in the trees about 400 yards away."
"You got it, Colonel."
"Keep an eye out for the convoy. Signal when it's in sight."
"Can do."
The three members of the second assault team disappeared into the trees while Flag and his two members crouched down around the shrubbery at the edge of the train tracks. He could see his breath curling out of his mouth as he breathed.
"Here's the plan," he addressed Vertigo and Blockbuster. "Once they're in range, we're gonna hit them with some guerilla tactics. I fire the first salvo and disappear into the woods. Vertigo steps up and disorients them while Blockbuster and I step back out and mow them down."
Forty minutes later, Flag watched from his vantage point as a train engine rolled to a stop. Behind it was a passenger car and a freight car was attached to the passenger car. Nearly a dozen soldiers jumped out of the passenger car and began to advance towards the Squad's train.
"Flag to Bronze Tiger, go when you hear the loud boom. Waller, are we go?"
"Yeah, all communications within a mile radius are being blocked. Good hunting, Flagman."
"Roger that."
Flag slid the grenade launcher attachment to the end of his M4 and aimed for the engine. He took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger.
FWOOM!
The grenade shot out of the barrel and twirled end over end in the air until it struck the engine.
BOOM!
Flames began to race along the outside of the engine. Many of the soldiers fell to the ground while others swung their rifles towards Flag. Before they could properly aim, Vertigo activated his eyepiece. The soldiers began to wobble and their knees buckled as the sensation of vertigo overcame them.
"Now, Blockbuster!"
The large criminal stepped out of the woods, a machine gun clamped in his hands. He took aim at the downed soldiers and opened fire along with Flag.
Bratatatatatatatatata!
Flag ordered a cease fire once all the soldiers were down. Further down the train, Flag could hear gunshots.
"Flag to Bronze Tiger, gimme a sit-rep."
"We're making progress. We could use some backup."
"We're on the way. Flag out."
Flag, Vertigo, and Blockbuster began to advance on the train. The engine was now completely engulfed in flames. They were almost to the passenger car when Waller chimed in.
"Heads up, Flag. Company's coming your way."
As soon as she said that, Flag could hear the distant thump of rotors growing louder. A Hind gunship appeared over the tree top and let loose with automatic fire.
"Everyone fall back!"
Flag rushed towards the treeline with Blockbuster and Vertigo running in his wake. Bullets whizzed over his head and tore up the branches in the woods, chunks of wood exploded all around him as he jumped and slid for cover behind a tree.
Flag cursed under his breath and watched the Hind take another pass over the area, firing more machine gun rounds into the woods. He took a deep breath and began to assess the situation. He needed a new plan, he needed to take out the Hind.
He needed to keep moving.
Siberia
100 Kilometers East of Chita
The Hind gunship flew low for another pass, riddling the snowy forest with bullets. Flag, Blockbuster, and Vertigo ducked behind trees as the fire ripped through the woods.
"Flag to Waller, how the hell did that thing get the drop on us?"
"It was part of the escort. It trailed a few miles behind the train. I was hoping we could get in and out before it caught up, but I was wrong. Calculator jammed their signal, so they can't radio for backup. We're wasting time, Flag. Take it out!"
"Deadshot, please tell me you can get a shot in on this thing."
"Been trying," Lawton said into his mic. He was on the other side of the convoy, planted in the snow with a sniper rifle. "It's moving too damn fast, and the cockpit glass is tinted. I'll give you a 75% chance that I'll hit the pilot."
"What about Vertigo?" Bronze Tiger asked. He was a few feet behind Deadshot, taking cover behind a pine tree with more than a few bullet holes in it.
"He can spin the pilot out, but it's too unpredictable. The damn chopped could crash into us. I've got a better idea. Nightshade."
"Yes, Colonel?" She asked. She was hunkered down in undergrowth beside the train tracks.
"Create a portal. In the Hind's flight path. Is it within your range to make the portal open up a kilometer east of here?"
"I can do that. Let me concentrate..."
Nightshade put her hands together and focused on the air above the train tracks. The gunship had flown through that spot in the air at least a half dozen times since it showed up. The air began to ripple, tiny at first, but going larger. A few seconds later, a large rip in the fabric of space was hanging in the air. The Hind noticed it, but it was too late to avoid it. The gunship passed through the portal and disappeared. Off in the distance, they all the head loud crunch of metal hitting the frozen ground. A kilometer to the east of their location, the night sky lit up as a large fireball shot upwards.
"That takes care of the Hind," Flag announced, coming out of the woods. "Let's get moving. Blockbuster, you're up!"
Flag tossed a harness to the large man and pointed towards the freight car. A half hour later, Blockbuster was pushing the car to the Squad's train. Nightshade and Flag attached it to the passenger car, creating a three car train. While they worked on it, Deadshot and Bronze Tiger examined the box car. Turner slid the door opened and looked inside.
Inside was a sleek black aircraft, the black so dark that it seemed to absorb the light all around it. It was a perfect match for the sketches the Squad had been shown back at Belle Reve.
"Bronze Tiger to Waller, we've got a confirmation on the aircraft."
"Good. We all set up, Flag?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Get back in the passenger car. We're starting the train back up. Now comes the hard part...getting this son of a ***** out of Russia."
********
Moscow
16 Hours Later
Colonel Gorki was growing anxious. The top secret convoy they sent through Siberia had failed to report in for quite some time. His superiors in Spetsnaz and the GRU were growing anxious. Gorki had sent out a scout team to survey the area where they had lost contact with the convoy. Now, he sat inside the GRU command center with the little man they called Major Zastrow, a holdover from the Soviet days.
<"Colonel,"> Sergeant Pavel said. <"The scout team is just arriving. We are getting the video feed.">
On the screen, they watched as the special forces walked down the train tracks. There were dead bodies littered on and around the tracks, all of them wearing Russian uniforms. The train engine was on fire and toppled. Most importantly of all...their cargo was missing. Gorki cursed under his breath and picked up the phone.
<"I need Hinds, transport ships, and three units out Chita now!">
<"Why?"> Zastrow asked, lighting a cigarette. <"We both know I can bring in four people who can provide as much support and firepower and find you your alien craft.">
<"No," Gorki hissed. <"We will not use your washed up freaks. Their time as come and gone.">
Zastrow calmly flicked the ashes from his cigarette and pulled a piece of paper from his jacket. <"These are orders from the President, signed off on by the Prime Minister. They make it clear where me and my team stands.">
Gorki read over the paper, his brow furrowing as he read. Finally, the colonel tossed the paper into the air in disgust. <"Fine. Call your heroes. But know this: the death of them will be on your hands.">
Zastrow shrugged and walked out of the control room. He pulled a phone from his pocket and dialed a number. <"Yes, it is me. We have the green light. Rally them all around you, Hammer The People's Heroes have one more shot to defend Mother Russia.">
16 Hours Later
Colonel Gorki was growing anxious. The top secret convoy they sent through Siberia had failed to report in for quite some time. His superiors in Spetsnaz and the GRU were growing anxious. Gorki had sent out a scout team to survey the area where they had lost contact with the convoy. Now, he sat inside the GRU command center with the little man they called Major Zastrow, a holdover from the Soviet days.
<"Colonel,"> Sergeant Pavel said. <"The scout team is just arriving. We are getting the video feed.">
On the screen, they watched as the special forces walked down the train tracks. There were dead bodies littered on and around the tracks, all of them wearing Russian uniforms. The train engine was on fire and toppled. Most importantly of all...their cargo was missing. Gorki cursed under his breath and picked up the phone.
<"I need Hinds, transport ships, and three units out Chita now!">
<"Why?"> Zastrow asked, lighting a cigarette. <"We both know I can bring in four people who can provide as much support and firepower and find you your alien craft.">
<"No," Gorki hissed. <"We will not use your washed up freaks. Their time as come and gone.">
Zastrow calmly flicked the ashes from his cigarette and pulled a piece of paper from his jacket. <"These are orders from the President, signed off on by the Prime Minister. They make it clear where me and my team stands.">
Gorki read over the paper, his brow furrowing as he read. Finally, the colonel tossed the paper into the air in disgust. <"Fine. Call your heroes. But know this: the death of them will be on your hands.">
Zastrow shrugged and walked out of the control room. He pulled a phone from his pocket and dialed a number. <"Yes, it is me. We have the green light. Rally them all around you, Hammer The People's Heroes have one more shot to defend Mother Russia.">