Classified location, Columbia.
5/4/2021. 1357 hours.

Situation)
Druglord Paulo has shifted tactics to using old DC-3 cargo planes to fly massive drug shipments out of crude jungle airfields. Previus attempts to assault these airfields have only caused the smugglers to abandon the site and relocate.
It is hoped that a synchronized airfield interdiction campaign will shut down these operations for good.

•Weather:
Sunny, hot, dry.
•Terrain:
Thick vegetation, severe hills and trees.
•Enemy:
100-150 smugglers with AK-47's, emplaced machine-guns and grenade launchers technicals w/7.62mm turrets.
•Friendly:
None.

Mission)
•WHO: 1st RANGER Battalion squad "Ranger 2", Romeo-3 (Transport).
•WHAT: Infil via Black Hawk helicopter, destroy all of the smugglers' aircraft and neutralize every smuggler. Aircraft attempting to flee would be considered high priority targets.
•WHEN: Immediately.

The silent forest shined proudly in the evening. The birds sang, the wind flew, the plants raised.
Everything seemed green, with slight details of red, purple and yellow. The thick leaves of the trees, standing high above everything, were able to shadow a big part of it's surroundings.
The sounds of the nature brought harmony and a peaceful feeling to the scenery...

*CHAKK-CHACKK-CHAK-CHAK CHAK-A-CHAKK-AKK-CHK-CHK*

Until the sound of a Black Hawk Helicopter decided to step in and ruin all the peace and quiet scene...

Inside the vehicle were four figures, two of them manning the miniguns at both sides of the helo.
Three wore slouch hats but the last one wore a kevlar helmet.
The soldier with the helmet was a quite young, white skinned male, wearing glasses because of his myopia problem. He's known as "Sweets", nicknamed like that ironcly because how many times he curses.
The second was on the slouch hat gang, a brown skinned young sniper with a serius glare on his face. He is known as "Grimes", and, unlike Sweets, he is called like that because it's his surname.
The third Ranger, placed on the left minigun, was a built man with a slightly brown-ish skin because of the hours spent on the outside. Known as "Heavyweight" or simply "Heavy", well... Let's just say that's an earned title and not one that was simply given to him. He's also the leader of the team.
And the last one, on the right minigun, was another white skinned male, the youngest of the group. Named "Reck" or "R&R", his initials, by his teamates.

Heavy: "This is 2-1, go ahead command."
-Heavy spoke through the radio, on a deep and intimidating voice m, talking to the commander whom was on the HQ.

Commander: "2-1, this is command. We have confirmed that the airfield is still run by Paulo and his smugglers. Before the raid to the airfield, you'll have to take down a radio station South-West of your position."
-The commander replied the Ranger, his voice being the one of an elder and experienced soldier.

Heavy: "Copy command, they don't know what's heading their way."
-He said watching at his team, all of them sharing a devilish grin as the conversation kept going.

Commander: "The purpose is to shut down all comunications so they won't be able to warn the incoming smugglers. You should be in and out."
-The commander stated before the whole squad started hyping themselves up with some dialogue.

Reck: "Alright, time for some action!"
-Recker said, his voice sounding slightly hispanic on a young tone. He may still look on his late teens, but he's still one badass of a Ranger.

Sweets: "Let's shove some rounds up their asses! Wohoo!"
-Sweets added, his voice sounding young but... Broken. Don't let his nerdy looks fool you, he'll leave you drowing in a puddle of your own blood if you mess with him.

Grimes: "They don't know what hit them."
-Grimes finished, his voice being as deep as Heavy's but with a slight southern touch. He's quiet but efficient, the ace under the sleeve.

Pilot: "Radio station in sight. We'll have to make some passes around it to avoid taking heavy fire. Let's roll."

After that, Heavy gestured the team to stop the talking since the radio station was comming into view at 12 o'clock.
As if on cue, Recker and him got ready to recklessly spray some rounds at the enemy from the miniguns.

Reck: "FUCK YEAH!"

*BRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!*

TO BE CONTINUED...

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