02:00 hours, dead of night (full moon), no wind, dry conditions.
Bodyguards Bodieovski and Doyleov, each keep one protective eye on their "clients" and one eye on their precious, classic car, which is parked too close to the mechanics and their paintwork scratching spanners, for their liking...
UX "silenced" teams move cautiously towards the Socialist's accomodation tents and the north missile with their fire support teams overwatching the north end of the main road, taking aim at the patrolling dog team slowly approaching them.
The Eastern Socialsts hurridly prepare both missiles, with four squads guarding their four sourrounding foxholes, wishing they had night vision after being told to probably expect contact. Z Shift - missile engineers sleep in their tents blissfully unaware of the silent death that is slowly enveloping them.
In the stillness of the night, the senses of the defenders are severely challenged, not just by the dozens of surrounding pine trees and bushes of this central Ukrovian forest, but also by the dark blanket of night covering them. Senses that is of the human element of the defences.... however, the senses of the canine element of the base have are slightly more alert...
All four foxhole inhabitants, drop after not even hearing the phut phut of the silenced 5.56mn bullets that sent them to their graves, less than 15 metres away. The UX teams continue to silently advance into position behind the north missile launcher.
Shortly after, Socialist reinforcements that were patrolling the area turn up at the eastern perimter, with two land rovers blazing down the road, a BMP-1 moving to the southern missile, and a BRDM armoured car bringing up the rear. A squad of Socialist troops moves to the north east quadrant and advances towards the northern missile, and unknowingly towards several hidden UX special operatives who amidst the mayhem, calmly sit and wait, seeing every move their targets make...
UX "silenced" teams decimate fleeing mechanics at the northern missile position and also then move in closer to the missile to lay GPS co-ordinates for the incoming UX drone airstrike. Launch papers and prep instructions are discovered and the missile is quickly identified as some kind of US manufactured launchable thermobaric device very similar to a "MOAB" type bomb used by US forces in Afghanistan, but launch capable. What exactly these missiles are doing here, deep in Ukrovian territory, is not immediately known, but what is know is that it will cause diplomatic blast waves far, far exceeding the blast radius of the devices themselves, if news gets out. Have they been stolen, or somehow been supplied to the Socialists - surely not?
More mechanics go down in a hail of silent death, and another rocket shrieks towards the command vehicle, this time exploding violently and flipping it onto its roof, and this time causing casualties. The Major, a missile officer and several troops are blown to the ground. Various socialists move towards the chaos at the command vehicle, with several attempting to pick up weapons, all are in panic in the burning hell, deep in the forests, South of the Ukrovian capital of Kivski.
Natahnov's heartbeat is almost audible amongst the retreating UX voice communication systems, as the Spec Ops troops have now almost left their primary objective and silently vanish into the night. Not before Socialist T-90 tanks break through the trees just north of the farmhouse and unleash their deadly 125mm guns towards them. Now aided by armour, and more importantly night vision things are now evening up for the Socialist side.
Natanov lines up his rifle on the engine block of the now en-route missile transporter, a simple shot that will disable the vehicle quickly, one that he has executed several times before. He steadies himself, squeezes the trigger slowly.... and takes out the driver side head lamp - quickly cursing none-Ukrovian ammunition, he then snaps off quick, desperate disabling shots as the vehicle passes, another shot to the engine, a tyre taken out, but the sturdy truck swerves by belching smoke. Nathanov quickly requests a team of four UX to move south and aid him in stalking this crippled vehicle, to locate and call in GPS co-ords on what will surely be a stationary vehicle just a few hundred yards down the road.
Nathanov remains in cover as Bodieovski and Doyleov also drive by. A very angry Boris limps past his position, but Nathanov, not wishing to give his position away holds fire. This disgruntled sniper and his spotter then move off in persuit with the small UX fireteam, moving out of the expected blast zone of what will be one hell of an explosion to follow in just a few hours time, now that the GPS co-ordinates have been successfuly relayed for the guided bombs to be released from the Predator drone, that is already on its way...
Deeper into the forest, northwards, UX forces, not wanting to leave any injured operatives behind, brave a slowed exfiltration from the missile site, and head towards their pre-arranged pickup. Predator UCAV co-ordinates and Hellfire ETA are relayed to Major Mickovski, who is now concerned for his troops' safety as UCAV flight times are a forwarded ahead of schedule, and he is still just within the blast radius that a presumed US MOAB would cause.
The escaping transporter made it a few hundred yards further than expected, but Nathanov, his spotter Capserov and four UX operatives, now surround the vehicle, awaiting further orders....
Major Mickovski drags his wounded men over into the best cover he can quickly put his entire team in, then he himself glances over to the south and takes cover himself, hearing an apology whispered into his ear "Make like a mole, Mick, ETA in 30 secs, Good luck".
100 yards from the burning missile site, the US Delta team tuck into their MREs. Sarge Bob whispers to Mac, can your hear a UAV, goddamit have these Eastern boys got Preds?"
Major Skudovski, somehow arises from his wounds near to his upended missile command vehicle, with a smile on his face, yelling out at the moon - "HA! You failed to take my babies, I have one left, and she will be ready soon, you western scum!" but then....
Game = Drawn
1 missile destroyed, 1 missile escaped
Game 02 has 1 "special" MOAB asset
Game 03 UX troops receive special bonus
Apologies for the quality of the images from my camera phone. Must remember to bring my proper camera next time...