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Tenner and Vergio - Both still are works in progress.
Mortimer listened as she spoke and even still as she let her frustration out and he knew the feeling well once before that one couldn't forget easily. The frustration, fear, sorrow….emotions the old mouse knew very well and understood in their line of work. Its never easy, knowing a life of a fellow can die from your hesitation in a moments notice under such circumstances. Such lessons you learn the hard way when coming into the field for the first time.
Once she finished speaking he put a paw on her shoulder and gave a weary smile, "I understand." Then he sat next to her as he looked back up at the stars with a sigh. A few moments of silence passed, then his paw soon lightly touched Fabi's paw and looked at her with a warm smile, "Your not alone, we're here to help support you Fabi. Even if one of them is a old timer like me and a grumpy hare." A lighthearted chuckle came from the last part, but did not last long when Louis ordered to RTB.
A sigh escaped from the mouse as he put his glasses back on and wearily got back on his feet, "No rest for the weary it seems." He turned and headed back to his humvee where Lennard waited for him in the driver seat. As he got close a slight limp could be barely seen as Mortimer got into the back with a grunt, a paw moved from his side to show a hole in his vest and slightly bloody bandage beneath.
"You sure bloody love to keep a straight face don't you Morti? Even with a hole like that in ya."
The greying mouse wearily chuckled, "Even with 20 years of sitting around, I can still keep a good poker face." Soon he was fast asleep as the meds he took a bit ago kicked in finally.
"Yeah." The hare started the vehicle, "Bloody feel those 20 years still, wot." Turning to follow the rest as they headed back to base, Lennard driving the whole way as Mortimer slept in the back with a peaceful look.
The entire day the two older beasts had been busy, Mortimer tending to the wounded when he could and giving a few rites to those who couldn't hold on. Lennard meanwhile had been doing a quiet patrol of the area on his own, trying to figure out who the attackers were as well and had a few ideas, none of which sounded good.
The greying mouse had moved around the Humvee IT to take a break and found Fabi leaning back, watching the stars above. A tired smile on his face as he got a towel to wet and clean himself up of dirt and blood. "The stars sure do look beautiful here don't they?" He asked before taking off his glasses and wiping his face.
The exchanging of return fire from soon began to dwindle from the ambushers and one began to to ready a grenade to toss. Only for Lennard to pop out out of cover to land shots on the rat through his chest. The few nearby barely registered their comrade falling until exploding from the dropped grenade after a few seconds.
Gunfire ceased after the explosion and once the dust settled none of the attackers seemed to be left standing, or alive as Lennard peeked over. "Bloody hell." The hare moved over to the side where the attackers came from and all he heard were a few low groans of the soldiers passing on. He waved over to the rest, "Clear! Just a few that aren't gonna last long." Which he shouldered his rifle and Mortimer began tending to those wounded nearby, the older mouse helping those he could.
Both older beasts, Mortimer and Lennard, had gotten out of their vehicle quickly and took positions to fire back. With clear experience they started picking off the ambushers, taking out the few who had AT weapons and stragglers. Hiding behind cover and repositioning when the heat was on them.
"Bloody hell! Seems some blokes aren't too happy with us being here!" The hare said before picking off an enemy trying to pick up a weapon off of the ground. Mortimer meanwhile picked off those closer by with his SMG, "Not that many either, 20 or so from what I can make out."
Meanwhile, a fair distance away from the ambush a sniper scope was surveying the scene and hovered over where the two older beasts were. "Poydem, ser?"
"Net." A rugged looking ferret said while looking through his binoculars. "Nasha rol' - prosto pereosmyslit', uchastvovat' tol'ko v tom sluchaye, yesli ona vynuzhdena." Already he could tell the ambush was turning in favor of the defenders as more fell from the return fire and grunted. "Ironclaw, otpustite, chtoby ukazat' bravo. Ochevidno, chto nashi posledniye novobrantsy ne mogli spravit'sya s prostoy zasadoy." With precision the 20 beast team with bulky gear left their spotting position and moved off into the underbrush away from the fighting.
As Lennard walked he heard Louis yell out at him and the hare rolled his eyes, "Bloody hell, one of those types?" He mumbled to himself grumpily and soon stood in front of the mouse.
"What is your name and more importantly, What the hell was that? That bird was the same size as you if that damn thing decided to be hostile you would had been dead before anyone can react!"
"Lennard, 'assisting' an Op, and I do bloody know what I'm doing 'sah'." He then gave Louis the damaged drone then walked off as Mortimer had came over from the vehicle. In the paws of the older mouse he had had a strange looking rifle that had a small air pressure canister on it and had shouldered it as the hare met him, "You certainly got along well with him Wesly."
The hare notices the rifle, "Finally decided to upgrade the Syringer eh?" Which the mouse merely shrugged, "Well, a bit of range didn't seem to be a bad idea and a good call to. Didn't think you'd notice, but your you after all."
He nodded, "Yah, figured you had a tranq or two on the ready and a decent shot at least."
The Shas'Ui Damos had a look of just horror and looked as if about to voice a very verbal objection, until the elder stayed him back with a paw. A calm look as if to stay his words for now, which the vulpin reluctantly followed his superiors non-verbal order and backing up a bit. The Por'El looked back though with a solemn look and shook his head, "I am very sorry Commander, while it is a very sound and effective plan of attack I must dutifully inform you such action is not possible."
"This information would've been shared soon, but it seems it must be shared sooner." He cleared his throat and then gestured for his Shas'Ui to begin, which the vulpin stepped forward now.
"Well the plan you suggested commander is…vastly different from ours and yet certainly effective, but as the Por'El states we cannot agree to such a plan. Our scouts had made a report before we came and it said the Verja had attacked three outlying villages near the Northern mountains simultaneously. All three were razed to the ground and all the citizens within each have been taken…hostage, the Verja sending word that if any attack comes to their port." He seemed to struggle with the last part as if difficult to say, which the Por'El finished for him.
"They will execute 100 for each navy ship that is spotted near their domain with ill-intentions."