ShellShock (Open to public, that has at least some knowledge of tactics)

[Joe 2.0]

Lewis held the HK416 tight to his shoulder as the insurgent RPK opened fire. "Ramirez, Cover Fire" He yelled to the lynx with the M249 SAW. The constant roar of the Machine gun drowned out everything around him. "NightHawk four nine, We are requesting Air support, couple of 500 pound JDAM's should do it. Targets will be marked with green laser, over and out." Lewis finished and clipped the radio to his vest and switched on the high frequency laser that the bombs would 'ride' to their target, and Ramirez did the same. Both bombs hit their intended targets, the sniper in the hotel, and the MG nest with the RPK.

[JunnJ3]

Garrett held the M4 carbine tight against his chest.
"Sir! What now?"
He'd only been in country for a year and still wasn't used to the sounds of battle.

[Ringtail69]

Spyke, a large male naga, held his HK41-417 to his shoulder and looked around in every direction while remaining behind cover. he has been there long enough to get use to the sounds but not quite long enough to shake the constant paranoia that always gripped him.

[Joe 2.0]

"Garrett," Lewis yelled to his newest corporal. "Draw a bead on the one in the window above you!" Lewis ran to the door next to him, and automatically kicked it in and tossed a Flashbang at the same time. "Look away!" He ducked in the doorframe immediately after he heard the 'pop' of the Non-Lethal grenade and pushed the four dazed and defenceless insurgents to the floor. Quickly securing their wrists in zip ties he sprinted up the stairs and pulled out His M9 pistol and fired five rounds and quick swapped the magazines before the insurgent hit the floor, his spine shattered from the five nine millimeter bullets. Lewis yelled down the stairs "All clear from up here!" Pulling out the GPS from his pocket, he checked the position of the captured Marine's Freind Or Foe tag emdedded in the sleeve of his uniform. He hoped the Iraqi's hadnt found the small chip and ripped it out on the move. 'Hell' he thought, 'Most Marines hane no clue where the FOF tag is on their uniform. "Spyke, Get up here. I need some advice."

[JunnJ3]

Garrett concentrated his fire in rapid bursts on the window until he heard the sound of the flashbang and the five pops of the gun.
"I guess it's clear."
He vaulted over the wall and came into the room with the five secured insurgents.
"So, sir what now? Any luck on the Marine?"

[Joe 2.0]

 "I need to know what you would do. The bastards might have ripped the FOF tag out of his uniform, and moved him, I don't know right now. That little red blip ain't moved since last night." He heard the faint pops of fire being exchanged between Alpha, Charlie, and Delta squads and the Insurgent forces residing in Baghdad. He absent mindedly fingered the textured the grip of the Fairbairne-Sykes Model of 1941 dagger he wore on his hip. 'A gift from my grandfather' he thought as he tilted the GPS so Garrett could see the screen. "It's less than a days hump, if we go on foot and don't take a Humvee." Another rookie in the doorway let out a laugh and was rewarded with a regimen of pushups that caused him to walk away cursing Lewis under his breath. "I just don't know if we'll find Dreyson, his body, or even anything at all, and if so, this would be wasting valuable time." A Dragunov from the sandstone house across from them unloaded a round into the wall less than an inch from Garrett's head. "Unseen, We have Ali Baba with his peashooter right across from us, take your time though, he can't shoot for shit." Lewis said into his radio. Another bullet was about two inches from Lewis' eyes causing him to close them from lead and copper microfragments. A third shot rang out and the Iraqi slumped over the roof and fell thirty feet to the ground, and was instantly surrounded b Marines with their weapons drawn.

[Ringtail69]

(sorry for not replying, i've been busy. also i made a mistake earlier, i have a HK416 isntead of the HK41-417 )

spyke was about to head into the building to see what lewis had to say after he cleared it. but he sound of sniper fire made him drop behind cover and tried to take aim. spyke coudl easily see the sniper and quickly pulled hsi trigger once and shot him. the sniepr fell to teh ground and he was among the men that surroudned him. "is anyoen hurt?" spyke called otu and looekd around.

[Joe 2.0]

 "Where in the Hell's Spyke?" the Lion wondered out loud. He had been on two previous two year Tours of Duty in Afghanistan and Iraq and generally assumed something was FUBAR (Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition) when someone didn't show. He jogged down the stairs where the insurgents were being questioned in less than Government approved ways, He walked right past and looked outside and saw Spyke admiring his handiwork. "Spyke, Hurry up and get your ass over here," Lewis yelled to his subordinate "Oh, and I could've made that shot in my sleep." The Sargeant added with a smug, overly confident grin.

[Ringtail69]

"sorry sir." spyke mumbles and then quickly slitehrs over to to him and stopped behind him and gave a quick salute. "you called for me sir." he said and waited withotu moving.

[JunnJ3]

"Your way too confident sir."
The wolf padded down the stairs and joined the ring of soldiers.

 "Anyway, I had a thought. Why not take the Humvee for most of the way? Then hump the rest. If we should find him Dreyson alive, we can get out with him as opposed to waiting for a helo. It's only a thought though. I mean...wouldn't it be easier? Find him and extract him instead of sitting around twiddling our thumbs?"

[Joe 2.0]

Acknowledging the Corporals advice, Lewis had his men gather around him, and advised them of their orders. "Ok, We're gonna take the Humvee convoy East a klick, and North a klick, and Hopefully avoid any Ambushes or IED's on the main road. Our route's in pretty tight quarters, so I want those top hatches buttoned up tight, and the Up-Armored Hummers on our noses and asses. Just remember, if you get into some shit, advise of an alternate route and cut your losses, bug out. No plan survives contact with the enemy. After the Hummer trek, we'll be about three block's from Dreyson's position, and we're gonna have to duck through the alleyways to get to the building. Get your asses in gear Marine's!" The Sargeant walked over to Spyke, "You're gonna be in one of the Up-Armored, Ditch that 416 in the supply HMMWV, and grab a shortie 417. You're our eyes and ears, you end up in a black sack, then we're fucked every which way." Lewis walked away from Spyke, took a last glance and motioned to Garrett. "Rookie! Get your ass over here, Marine. You get shotgun in the Command Hummer today!" He yelled to him with a toothy grin.

[Ringtail69]

"sir yes sir!!!" spyke shoute din acknolegment and did as he was instructed and swapped out his gun and then took his position in the head humvee.

[JunnJ3]

" Oh...joy sir. Riding with you will hopefully be a BLAST."
The Coywolf sighed heavily as he got in the passenger side of the vehicle.
"Are we going in silent sir?"

[Joe 2.0]

Lewis opened the Driver's side door and sat down on the seat, pulling his legs into the vehicle. He pushed the starter button, and replied to the Corporal, " Hell yes, riding in here will be a BLAST, and Hell no, We are going in hot." The Sargeant reached behind him and slipped a CD into a boombox he had somehow smuggled in, and pressed the play button. 'Highway to Hell' began plaing. "It seems only fitting..." he said to Garrett as he pushed on the accelerator and the Command hummvee began to roll forward. The Browning M2HB rattled in place on top of the vehicle. Lewis picked up the Radio, "We go in weapons hot, Do not fire unless fired upon though, At three blocks we shut down the Hummers and go through the alleyways, while the Iraqi's attention is on the empty convoy." The six Humvee's began to pick up speed on the roads amongst the sandstone walls, and wooden gates of the Iraqi city. Lewis rested his elbow on the doorframe of the vehicle and cocked his head to the side so he could feel the wind. The Humvee directly infront of them stopped abruptly, and swerved to the left. The wobbly RPG rocket struck directly where the truck would've been. Spyke and the lead Up-Armored were already past the ambush. Lewis put the petal to the metal as he sped past the RPG gunners position shaking the Humvee violently, almost throwing him from his seat while he fired three nine Millimeter rounds blindly from his M9 at the launcher, alerting the following members of the convoy to his position. He went down in a hail of lead from a 416.

[JunnJ3]

"FUCK!"
Garrett was slammed back against the seat, his head smashing back against the headrest.
"Christ!"
He could feel a warm liquid running down the back of his head. Staining the black fur.
"Jeez...who taught you how to drive! Your dead grandmother?"
He reached down, his head moving away from the seat where small blotch of blood had sunken into the seat to pick up his M4.