Area 51: The Reply-2 by Robert Doherty Page B
Authors: Robert Doherty
Tags: Fiction, Literary, General, Science-Fiction, Historical, Fantasy, Espionage, High Tech, Unidentified flying objects, Space ships, Nellis Air Force Base (Nev.), Area 51 Region (Nev.)
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security men from coming up.
Ridley came around the corner with more men. Turcotte stepped back and let the professionals do their job as they began to clear down the building.
The Little Birds were also going down the building one floor ahead of the SAS
inside. The two armed with 7.62 miniguns were firing through windows. The snipers hit anything they saw moving. Windows shattered out and tracers crisscrossed the floor. The men inside lay low, hiding from the carnage as best they could.
The two Little Birds with rockets were firing up the barracks buildings nearby as security personnel poured out of them. As the first armored vehicles began appearing, they switched to those.
The four Apaches arrived just in time and fired a salvo of eight Hellfire missiles at the armor. Each one was a kill, ending that threat.
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A pair of SAM-7's—shoulder-fired heat-seeker missiles and thus not affected by the Weasel attack—streaked up at one of the Apaches. It exploded in a ball of flame.
"Bloody hell," Colonel Spearson muttered as he saw the signal for the Apache disappear and heard the pilot screaming before the radio went dead. He ordered in the F-18's, directing the Apaches to laser-designate targets for the smart bombs the fast-moving jets carried.
Lisa Duncan watched the chopper go down, knowing that meant two men dead.
"Let's land," she told Spearson, who looked like he was going to argue with her, then changed his mind.
The SAS soldiers were quickly overcoming their opposition in the building.
Surprise, superior firepower, and superb training were winning the day. Turcotte followed them down, floor by floor, until the entire building was clear except for whatever was hidden behind a set of steel doors on the ground level.
One of the Little Birds was hit by ground fire and autorotated down. Once it was on the ground, the four men got off and immediately became embroiled in a gun battle with ground forces.
The Apache pilots were also firing now, trying
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to suppress any SAM fire from shoulder-fired missiles. They would be out of ammunition in another minute at their current rate of expenditure. The F-18's came in, their bombs riding the laser beams down with pinpoint accuracy. The effect was devastating.
"One minute!" the pilot said.
Colonel Spearson keyed his mike. "Put us in with the first wave!" he ordered.
The pilot glanced over his shoulder at Duncan and she nodded. The Black Hawk swooped down, heading toward the secondary explosions in the compound on the valley floor.
The Black Hawk touched down and Duncan jumped off, following Colonel Spearson.
The chopper was back up and gone just as quickly.
"How are the men inside?" she asked.
Spearson had the handset for the radio his batman was carrying pressed to his ear. "They're in the basement. Took some losses, but they've cleared the building."
Turcotte watched as Ridley examined the steel doors. "Okay, men, let's get through this thing."
A demolitions expert took a heavy backpack off and pulled out a three-foot-long cone-shaped black object. He placed the shape charge up against the doors and ran out the firing wire.
"Fire in the hole!" he yelled, causing everyone to scatter and take cover.
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On the surface the battle was about over, disheartened mercenaries surrendering now that they saw that there was only one possible ending to this conflict. Spearson's men rounded them up, while they searched for the scientists who had been working at the site.
Spearson had been listening to the force inside the building, and he knew that they were getting ready to blow the doors. "They must be underground," he told Duncan when she asked where the scientists were.
"Let's get inside," she told him.
"Oh, yeah," Spearson added as they headed for the main doors to the building.
"Your buddy is okay."
The only acknowledgment Duncan made was to slow her walk slightly.
Turcotte's head rang from the explosion, and swirling dust choked his lungs.
SAS men
Ridley came around the corner with more men. Turcotte stepped back and let the professionals do their job as they began to clear down the building.
The Little Birds were also going down the building one floor ahead of the SAS
inside. The two armed with 7.62 miniguns were firing through windows. The snipers hit anything they saw moving. Windows shattered out and tracers crisscrossed the floor. The men inside lay low, hiding from the carnage as best they could.
The two Little Birds with rockets were firing up the barracks buildings nearby as security personnel poured out of them. As the first armored vehicles began appearing, they switched to those.
The four Apaches arrived just in time and fired a salvo of eight Hellfire missiles at the armor. Each one was a kill, ending that threat.
60
A pair of SAM-7's—shoulder-fired heat-seeker missiles and thus not affected by the Weasel attack—streaked up at one of the Apaches. It exploded in a ball of flame.
"Bloody hell," Colonel Spearson muttered as he saw the signal for the Apache disappear and heard the pilot screaming before the radio went dead. He ordered in the F-18's, directing the Apaches to laser-designate targets for the smart bombs the fast-moving jets carried.
Lisa Duncan watched the chopper go down, knowing that meant two men dead.
"Let's land," she told Spearson, who looked like he was going to argue with her, then changed his mind.
The SAS soldiers were quickly overcoming their opposition in the building.
Surprise, superior firepower, and superb training were winning the day. Turcotte followed them down, floor by floor, until the entire building was clear except for whatever was hidden behind a set of steel doors on the ground level.
One of the Little Birds was hit by ground fire and autorotated down. Once it was on the ground, the four men got off and immediately became embroiled in a gun battle with ground forces.
The Apache pilots were also firing now, trying
61
to suppress any SAM fire from shoulder-fired missiles. They would be out of ammunition in another minute at their current rate of expenditure. The F-18's came in, their bombs riding the laser beams down with pinpoint accuracy. The effect was devastating.
"One minute!" the pilot said.
Colonel Spearson keyed his mike. "Put us in with the first wave!" he ordered.
The pilot glanced over his shoulder at Duncan and she nodded. The Black Hawk swooped down, heading toward the secondary explosions in the compound on the valley floor.
The Black Hawk touched down and Duncan jumped off, following Colonel Spearson.
The chopper was back up and gone just as quickly.
"How are the men inside?" she asked.
Spearson had the handset for the radio his batman was carrying pressed to his ear. "They're in the basement. Took some losses, but they've cleared the building."
Turcotte watched as Ridley examined the steel doors. "Okay, men, let's get through this thing."
A demolitions expert took a heavy backpack off and pulled out a three-foot-long cone-shaped black object. He placed the shape charge up against the doors and ran out the firing wire.
"Fire in the hole!" he yelled, causing everyone to scatter and take cover.
62
On the surface the battle was about over, disheartened mercenaries surrendering now that they saw that there was only one possible ending to this conflict. Spearson's men rounded them up, while they searched for the scientists who had been working at the site.
Spearson had been listening to the force inside the building, and he knew that they were getting ready to blow the doors. "They must be underground," he told Duncan when she asked where the scientists were.
"Let's get inside," she told him.
"Oh, yeah," Spearson added as they headed for the main doors to the building.
"Your buddy is okay."
The only acknowledgment Duncan made was to slow her walk slightly.
Turcotte's head rang from the explosion, and swirling dust choked his lungs.
SAS men
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