Operation: Safe Sentinel (Mzunga's Westside Massive)

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SAFE SENTINEL
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Mission Debrief from OpFor Section - Mzunga's Westside Massive
4 man merc unit


As Mzunga's hired help, we were mercenaries contractually obliged to carry out the will of Mzunga himself and ensure his safety.  There was Shesuk Mahmood, his cousins Bilal and Ahmed, and the ever zany Caleb KarateKiller.  Having been educated at Oxford University, they then set up Oxford Tactical Solutions, a mercenary company, and went to seek their fortunes protecting the diamond mines of Liberia.

The mission began with a rude awakening as we discovered just how uneasy the alliance with Eric Katanga's Freetown Posse was.  The posse attacked us immediately, and we took some injuries on our side, although ultimately medical aid was available and given to those who needed it, and we managed to round up the posse members, and ask them a few questions before they were executed.

Afterwards we were finally able to orchestrate a proper plan of action, and given the recent attack, Mzunga felt it necessary to investigate the drug runner's hideout to the North-West of the mines.  A bona fide member of the West Side Massive, a man called Rupert KillerKiller, was tasked to go with us on a patrol to have a look at the hideout.  We established radio communications to the mine base, and set off up into the mountains on a long patrol to Katanga's hideout.  As we moved up the mountain side, we checked in at various points to maintain communications to base, report in any findings and our location, and ensure radio range.  Eventually however, we did loose radio contact to base, but continued on mission.  We flanked around the North of the hideout, but as we decended into position overlooking the base to perform a CTR, we were bumped by a recon unit from 42 Commando that was operating in the area.  A brief firefight ensued, but all the patrol were eventually hit, and taken captive.  It was deemed that they were too important to release, and all of the OTS men still remain in British custody.  The company denied all knowledge of their actions and command of Oxford Tactical Solutions passed to Johnny Cook.  Rupert KillerKiller managed to talk his way out of the situation and was eventually released.

In the afternoon at 16:30hrs, Oxford Patrol was sent to monitor a deal with Eric Katanga in a small house in the valley.  The patrol moved up the river bed in the base of the valley, but half way to the objective we were informed that the deal was off, as a key player had been taken captive by the Police.  We moved up to the police station to check out the situation, but elected not to approach with our guns.  In addition, our patrol was spotted, so we fell back to the mine base. 

By this time it was beginning to get dark.  We spent a while protecting the mine as our contract stated, before responding to the threat posed by 42 Commando operating in the area.  We sent a patrol to CTR their base where the WMIK Land Rovers were based, but ultimately the patrol proved fruitless. 

We returned to regroup at the diamond mine, before heading to The Place to monitor another deal taking place.  Neither Katanga nor Mzunga would be present, fearing that the situation was a trap.  Indeed it was.  No sooner had we set up positions in and around the building than we were taking fire.  Rupert KillerKiller escaped through a back window, and one of Oxford Patrol was captured and interrogated - it was 42 Commando again!    The rest of Oxford Patrol evacuated during a large exchange of gunfire up to the OTS Land Rover that was parked nearby, and luckily sustained no casualties before driving out of the area.

Expecting a follow-up attack, we remained on standby at the mine base for some time, and stood down when none came. 

The next day, we investigated a local town house for use as a FOB, and monitored the British WMIK base from there.  Seeing a Land Rover move out, we set off to ambush it - the WMIK patrols had caused us trouble all weekend (although had not killed or injured any of our number), and we wanted to destroy one.  The ambush went well, with Christian placing a grenade perfectly onto the back of the Land Rover with a good throw, and the rest of Oxford Patrol killing the survivors. 

Christian then formed up with us making our patrol number 5 in total. 

We proceeded to Katanga's hideout to try and find stolen diamonds and drugs, but we only found a small amount of drugs.  We could hear enemy vehicles approaching, and soon afterwards, we sustained a major contact with the commandoes.  Unfortunately, despite hitting many of them, they overwhelmed us, and took a number of us prisoner.  More mercenaries were hit by the second WMIK on the road as they moved to try and secure the Police station.  Ultimately, the WMIKs of 42 Commando, moved up and secured the diamond mine, killing or capturing the remainder of our force.  They gained control of the mine, the drug hideout, and all movement within the valley, although our VIPs managed to escape the area carrying most of the important diamonds, drugs, and cash. 

Oxford Tactical Solutions was all but eradicated in the action, with not a single member surviving, but the large cash sum they secured for completion of all their objectives was paid to their families.

All in all, we all had a good weekend, with some new faces and some great patrols and firefights.  Man of the match was Christian who single-handedly became a demi-god on at least two occasions and really helped our patrol in achieving their objectives.  Look forward to reading the other debriefs!

Ed - 1IC - Oxford Patrol

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Rupert Killer Killer's perspective :
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So itz da morn as usua an wi b chekin wha da werkers be doin wen dat cunt Katanga sends some blod clods to attak us. Dat fukin ceilin walker tinks e is all dat and e can be steelin ma boss dimons. Ya rite, no fukin way, we shows em rite off, i got 14 proper killed meself.

So me boss Mzunga says we gotta gets venge rite, go along wi dese mercs wit da stiff lips and plums inna mouf. I goes widda em, stayin atta bak, ya na, chek em fer shure aye ai aye ya knos. We gets rite up to dat cunt Katangas home place, wen out of nowere dese green ats apeer an dey get well narky an star shootin at de mercs. Dose fukin mercs shoot bak an do rite lods a 'arm, fukin em proper like. I does 20 or so of em my self, killer killer em proper ya know. But dey got too many, and dey forse us to giv in, but lik, well we fuled em ya knuw. I fuked dos whitey mercs an sole em rite out, but i got mys elf niked. Nah prob, we know the bacon Pinkerton is a us proper aye an aye. Fuk me, ee aint dere, but sum nu cun bacon rosser tal Doyle tiks e is all dat an all. E asks me lodsa stuff so i gis im all e wants sayin Mzunga is magnanamus an all, u no, givin to da communiti an dat. E tinks is all bad an dat. I got he card marked fer sure.

I tal me way ot of dat new boi crap an Pinky gis sum shit about ating da green at muppers, but ee well shady.

I get bak to me boss, ee a bit suss abot ow i scape like, but i tell im troof an it all kool. Turns out dat Katang been giving all sorts of grief in da mean time an all ya know. Fuckin igh muffer an all. But der is sum kinda deel gaan on an all aye an aye, so Mzunga wanna me go to elp tell Ktanga to truce or sum shit. Im finkin fuk dat shit, but da boss says na we gonna team up to bruise proper dem bacon rozzer cuns who call in da green ats. Whatevaman.

Dem rozzers tern up, wid dat cun Doyle, an i rite eager to waste dat pale whitey blod clod, but da boss e say no. Da boss e rite smart, e say we gotta attak to get im, not wen he visit or els Pinky in grief liyk. Sa we go later, in propa fors like, an Mzunga gis me da rite, so I walk rite up to dat pale new boy and give im 3 in da gut. He no smilin after dat.

We brin im back, and Katanga, oo Mzunga is sumow buds wid goes to work to urt im proper like. Man it is a bit much fer me, proper brutal shit, cuttin and crunchin im rite hell like man. Dat Katanga im ain't rite.

Mzunga an Katanga dem gets wind of sumink, dey fink green ats cumin so we make a tactikal retreat to ambush am an all aye an aye. We is standin proud when 15 green ats walk past an dey dun see us cos of da magic dust dat Mzunga as seen us to ya know. I follows em an gets anoth 30 green ats, but not enuff, dem mercs let us down, an dat Raoul cun, he dun kill Doyle. Fukin ell, e lets de green ats get im bak. I fukin told boss not to truss dat big man. Fuk knows dem green ats must av sum voodoo shit to patch Doyle up, ee was proper fuked.

Da boss cums up wid rite good plan, lets fukin run away wid da dimons. Fuk yeh. We gotta arrange shit wid Katanga fer sum ting, so i gotta go wid sum mercs to meet is men, 's rite late an all. Aye an aye go to da Place to meet is man, Riddick, sumink els e say. We gets it sorted, an juss as we split like, it all fukin lites up, fukin green ats ambush. Rozzers dun us in again, doyle, pinkerton, da hole fukin lot, dey gotta go. So I nips out da back door, after killer killer in 40 of dem ats, an runs to boss to tell we been dun. Dese new mercs, dey proper all dat an all, as dey got away an proper rite tru aye.

We all set now fer Mzunga and Katanga to run proper far to the sun like wid der trust men, (aye an aye). Ferst tin an all, Katanga show up an he rite contrite an all, he say he got ma boss dimonds at is place! Like dis an das flyin you wot clod? Man boss is rite rude ya know. We gotta go get em. So we get to Mzunga dirty place, and dem green ats rite rude they blow us de fuk up. I see da boss die of his hurts, I is bleedin proper bad an all, an den, it all go black..... Man i ere talk bout red shirts...
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I had a blast, thanks to the organisers and everyone for getting in to the spirit.
Cheers to all, especially the CROWS and all the OPFOR players.
Hope everyone else enjoyed it.