Post by on Nov 23, 2009 12:28:09 GMT -5
The sea rose over the coastline of Greece. Ritter Novosad had established a small camp since arriving on the coast of the Aegean sea, the marines still busy reinforcing the tents and setting up a communications relay on the hillside facing out into bay. The skies had been clear of any visible enemy aircraft for the day, the rainstorms present in the region likely having some role in their absence. The winds rushed up from the salt water and beat heavily on the tents, straps of rope and canvas reaching up into the gray sky.
Ritter was son patrol among the three fire teams which had their observant eyes on the skies and horizon. They moved about the encampment keeping guard while the others rested. His team was heading in to switch out with the next shift when a marine waved them into the communications tent. He made his way over, taking notice of the increased rainfall. The rains threatened his team’s efficiency and it would be even worse if the lands would flood. He knew this too well. They slid into the tent and escaped the rain momentarily, the marine positioned above a slightly dated long wave radio, after adjusting the knobs a bit more he stood back.
“It is ready Sir!” He waved his hand to the machine as if to present something marvelous.
The black armored hand of Novosad grabbed the microphone off the table, pressed down on a button of the old equipment and walked out of the tent, dragging the cord behind him. The skies were still gray with the absence of the sun and the cover from the skies but he looked to them anyways. He looked back towards the ocean and spoke through his mask. “The moon is full…” the button released and he waited.
A half minute passed before a voice, crackling with static replied over the attached speaker. “And...The wolves…will hunt.” The transmission ended once more and static claimed the empty airwaves. Ritter approached the hill’s edge and looked down at the small beach which met the water in a secluded part of the coast. His eyes skimmed over the surface of the water further out, searching.
The button clicked down again as Ritter issued his reply “And we shall hunt.” He released the handset once more and handed it off to the marine next to him, he grabbed it with one hand while still trying to keep his head dry with a clipboard in the other. Ritter stood and waited. After a minute he picked up some slight disturbances in the water a good distance out, the area still appearing small on his enhanced vision as bubbles started striking the surface.
He could barely make it out before the large Jukon class submarine; the U-99 broke the surface with a large crash of water shooting upward. Ritter admired his vessel. Water skidded across and off the sub’s smooth hull. It had been restored to prime condition, free of the scars and wounds it gathered during the previous week. The submarine began sending out a signal with a light, which was deciphered and responded to by the marines outside of the tents. The reunion would be brief however, supplies would be loaded, and the marines would make their way to reoccupy the sub but the vessel would leave Ritter’s side within a half hour.
Ritter was son patrol among the three fire teams which had their observant eyes on the skies and horizon. They moved about the encampment keeping guard while the others rested. His team was heading in to switch out with the next shift when a marine waved them into the communications tent. He made his way over, taking notice of the increased rainfall. The rains threatened his team’s efficiency and it would be even worse if the lands would flood. He knew this too well. They slid into the tent and escaped the rain momentarily, the marine positioned above a slightly dated long wave radio, after adjusting the knobs a bit more he stood back.
“It is ready Sir!” He waved his hand to the machine as if to present something marvelous.
The black armored hand of Novosad grabbed the microphone off the table, pressed down on a button of the old equipment and walked out of the tent, dragging the cord behind him. The skies were still gray with the absence of the sun and the cover from the skies but he looked to them anyways. He looked back towards the ocean and spoke through his mask. “The moon is full…” the button released and he waited.
A half minute passed before a voice, crackling with static replied over the attached speaker. “And...The wolves…will hunt.” The transmission ended once more and static claimed the empty airwaves. Ritter approached the hill’s edge and looked down at the small beach which met the water in a secluded part of the coast. His eyes skimmed over the surface of the water further out, searching.
The button clicked down again as Ritter issued his reply “And we shall hunt.” He released the handset once more and handed it off to the marine next to him, he grabbed it with one hand while still trying to keep his head dry with a clipboard in the other. Ritter stood and waited. After a minute he picked up some slight disturbances in the water a good distance out, the area still appearing small on his enhanced vision as bubbles started striking the surface.
He could barely make it out before the large Jukon class submarine; the U-99 broke the surface with a large crash of water shooting upward. Ritter admired his vessel. Water skidded across and off the sub’s smooth hull. It had been restored to prime condition, free of the scars and wounds it gathered during the previous week. The submarine began sending out a signal with a light, which was deciphered and responded to by the marines outside of the tents. The reunion would be brief however, supplies would be loaded, and the marines would make their way to reoccupy the sub but the vessel would leave Ritter’s side within a half hour.