The LANCER Project: Abducted

Author's note
This is likely the final LANCER Project story, unless popular demand suggests otherwise. Anyway, Enjoy!

Prologue
Maputo, Mozambique

March 12, 2016

"Contacts. Twelve and Eleven."

Silver One knew that there were at least a hundred of the insurgents. After four days of heavy fighting, the revolting Mozambique militia had risen against the African government. The landscape was ravaged with smoke and fire. By the time Silver had arrived, there was nearly nothing left to save.

At the bottom of the hill hundreds of rebel soldiers swarmed behind thick metal shields. Silver One could see their eyes, anticipating their blood. A roar was heard as the horde of soldiers began marching up the hill. A second wave of troops stood behind the shields firing AK-47s and other older weaponry.

"Roll out the carpet, Silver Five."

"Copy that."

Silver Five was perched near the middle of the hill, he began pulling grenades and rolling them down the hill. Flashes were seen as the grenades did nothing to scratch the shields. Perfect, as planned.

"Silver Two, get those tubes empty. You got a few seconds."

Silver Two's slender frame leapt onto a large rock. She hefted one launcher in her hand and quickly fired, way faster than the militia's reaction.

"Flash em." One said, priming his flashbangs and throwing them down the hill. He saw his teammates doing the same. They dropped out of cover where the still dazed rebels tried to regroup, some yelling orders, most panicking.

All the LANCERs shouldered assault rifles of various models and rained armor piercing bullets on the helpless militiamen. They piled up at some places while scores more simply trampled over their fallen comrades. They still advanced and the force vanished behind explosions.

The LANCERs had buried a spiderweb of Claymores earlier that day.

Their objective was to ensure a nice good distraction while Charlie Team slipped in the fray to deliver a large napalm bomb at their main LZ. When the next large helicopter arrived and began unloading fresh troops, they'd get a fiery surprise.

Rotors were heard as a UH-1 Huey, painted in rebel colors flew over strafing the LANCERs. It veered off, turning to let one of its gunners open up. The ground erupted around One spraying dirt in his face.

"Execute Golf maneuver on my mark, Two. Silver Three, Four, Five, Six and Seven, initiate protocol Bennett."

"Roger." They replied. Two wrapped a cable around with him and backed up to the other end of the hill, a thrity story drop into sharp rocks that skewered anything that touched it. The Huey turned around, strafing again, Two flinched as she took a shot to the wrist, but the shook it off as it did not pierce the armor.

One couldn't dodge forever, the gunner's aim was getting better. At the last possible moment, One gave the mark signal and jumped off the side, twanging his cable tight. Two followed him a second later. One aimed his AT4 up, waited a split second and fired. A heartbeat later, the Huey, now an inferno hurled over the side, splashing in the ocean. They waited for anyone to come up.

No survivors surfaced.

One began the climb up when he saw another rebel, who quickly turned and shot him with a shotgun. He flew back laying in a heap.

"NO!" He heard Two yell as she pulled out her Walther P99 and pull of a single shot. The shotgunner spun around and dropped with a neat hole in his mouth. She rushed to him and checked him over, he had taken the blast in the weakest part of the armor.

Author's note: Finish the prologue later...