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Series One, Chapter Seven: "Captive"
"In preparing for battle I have always found that plans are useless, but planning is indispensable." - Dwight D. Eisenhower
North Alnus Hill, Allied Kingdoms Camp, Operation Manifest, December 8, 1980, 9:30 P.M
NATO to the surprise of no one serving amongst its ranks had achieved total victory over what remained of the 60,000 men, and personnel belonging to the Allied Kingdoms. As of now, casualty estimates were immediately being drawn up as clearance was given for medical personnel to administer aid to any wounded. Meanwhile reinforcements from the U.S, and Italy arrived to help manage the large amount of POWs that were now in their custody. The American 3rd Brigade Combat Team from the 1st Division, and the Italian 132nd Armored Brigade were the selected units that had arrived briskly, and would help take part in occupying the area.
After the remaining leaders of the Allied Kingdoms offered their surrender, a NATO delegation was sent from Fort Alnus to accept, and sign off on the surrender of the varying Allied Kingdoms. The delegation was led by General Barthet as he was the commander of all NATO forces in the Special Region, and would be the main signatory out of all the members of the peace delegation.
Currently the peace delegation was in one of the captured tents belonging to the enemy as they sat inside, and waited for King Joren, and his posse to arrive to sign the official surrender agreement. An agreement coughed up by the U.S. and West German Government which stated that the Allied Kingdoms were to return to their separate nations, and pledge neutrality in the Saderan-German War as it was formally called.
General Barthet sat at the center most point of the U-shaped table with his hands cupped together. He had kept a grin under his white moustache as he was clearly satisfied with the results of today.
Sitting to his right was the newly promoted Erhard Mackenson elevated from his rank of Oberst to Brigadier General to accurately reflect the size of the Kommando Spezialkräfte; Germany's new special forces unit. The surroundings for him were rather similar as this was the very tent that his attempt to propose peace was turned down by the Allied Kingdoms' leaders. As a result Mackenson was in deep thought of what words he should say. Sitting next to Mackenson was Italian Brigadier Generale Leonardo Di Stuvio, one of General Bernardi's close allies in the Italian military.
To Barthet's right were the new, and newly arrived commanders of the U.S, and British forces of the Special Region. Lieutenant General George O'Malley from the U.S Army, and Major General Nigel Wilkinson from the British Army.
O'Malley was currently reading a small, red handbook which was full of basic words, and phrases translated into the main language of the Special Region. It was certainly good to see a high ranking member of command make an effort to learn the local language in General Barthet's eyes. Maj. General Wilkinson was meanwhile conversing with Brigadier General Frank Paxton. Barthet was quickly assuming that Wilkinson was asking him about the planning of Operation "Manifest".
Barthet turned back to a white piece of paper in front of him which contained various sentences translated from French to Saderan. These were words he thought he might say to King Duran, and his allies. This was in case Barthet's memory failed him in remembering any crucial words.
"Excuse me General." One of the French MPs who was guarding the tent said as he stepped inside, and presented himself to General Barthet. "The rulers of the Allied Kingdoms are waiting outside and wish to meet with the peace delegates."
"Let them in will you?" Barthet said to the MP who simply nodded, and stepped back outside. The five peace delegates inside the tent meanwhile sat straight up at attention, ready to meet with their former adversaries.
Within a minute, two French MPs stepped into the tent and opened up the two flaps of the tent. Meanwhile a third MP entered with five Allied leaders following right behind him led by King Joren. They all were still wearing their battle armor albeit with dirt, and scuffs which had shown that the five had been in the thicke of battle. On their skin, dirt too was present with other cuts and injuries. One of them, wearing a green dress, and sporting a bushy grey beard was limping as well as he walked inside the tent.
"Your seats are right there your majesties." The MP who was leading them said as he motioned with his arm to the five wooden seats placed in front of the table. The MPs proceeded to assume guard positions at the entrance of the tent as the five sat in their seats.
"Welcome your majesties to this summit that will end hostilities between our warring alliances, and nations." Barthet said, trying to kick things off. "Hopefully in the future, we can cooperate further. For now we will sign this truce agreement which will prevent our respective nation's coming into conflict in the future while our military actions against the Empire continue unimpeded." Barthet signaled for one of the guards to bring the document for them to sign.
"Mr. Barthet, you won't ask anything of us in return?" King Joren asked "What of our remaining soldiers?"
"This is merely a truce settlement until we determine peace terms. As for your armies, you and your men will remain in our custody until we determine that you may return to your lands."
"May I ask why?" Said Joren in a raised and slightly agitated voice. Paxton this time spoke up.
"It is due to our aerial reconnaissance craft uncovering acts of pillaging, murder, theft, rape, and other heinous crimes committed by soldiers that have defected from your armies and resorting to banditry. This action is to ensure that your now disarmed Army is dissuaded, and disillusioned by this idea. This is an attempt by us to begin bringing back law and order in this region." Paxton finished his speech just as a black leather folder, and a pen was presented to General Barthet.
Joren while surprised and somewhat shocked by this, he was a bit skeptical not about the criminal acts by defecting members of his army but questioned what "dissuading" meant. Hopefully for him, and the other remaining monarchs it did not mean violence or harsh labor for the remainder of their armies. Although Barthet, and Mackenson could sense his uncertainty with the way he shifted in his seat.
"There is no need to worry your majesty as your troops will be properly fed, and given proper medical attention. We are different from the Empire where we will not sell our captives into slavery or to be slaughtered." Mackenson spoke up. "Like I reiterated to you a month ago, we on Earth have laws regarding the regulation of war. Although they may not be legal here, we are not war hungry monsters."
"But how do we know you aren't lying? What if this is just a ploy for you to gain our favor?" King Waltgild said, despite the pain in his leg.
"Never mind Waltgild." Joren spoke up to reassure his ally. "Although I wish for another way, we must sign this agreement for it is our only hope to save our lands. However I do know that if these otherworlders wish to slaughter and enslave us, they would not spend this effort in sparing us and our armies." He then leaned in to whisper something into Waltgild's ear. "Appeasing them may allow us to gain their protection from the Empire."
Waltgild after a few seconds in listening intently to Joren's words, nodded at him as to show he agreed.
"If you double-cross us in the future, I will forever haunt your souls." He said to the five NATO Commanders, he then stood up to the table. "Now where do I sign?"
North Alnus Hill, Former Allied Kingdoms Camp, December 9, 1980, 8:15 A.M
It was the first morning after the surrender treaty was signed between the NATO Coalition, and the Allied Kingdoms. As the now disarmed force of over 30,000 will be under the custody of the NATO Expeditionary Force until further notice, they were divided into five camps. Each sectioned off from each other with a high fence, and fitted with watch lights, and guard towers.
Well...basically bucket lifts loaned from the U.S 23rd Engineer Battalion to be used as impromptu watchtowers.
Each camp was garrisoned by two American, two British, and a German company to prevent any sign of revolt. Meanwhile, all magic users were separated from the main group of prisoners, most likely being transferred into the custody of the CIA, and MI6 for information gathering.
With the crack of dawn, the prisoners would be subject to or rather blessed with a decent meal. For many, it was a first in a long time or at all for those that grew up, and lived poorly. Right now, they were being filed out of their fenced area into a line by their German guards to their outdoor kitchen which was lined with rows of tables, and like the holding area was fenced in, and outfitted with bucket cranes acting as watchtowers.
Providing watch on one of them was Heinrich, given that he was his squad's marksman. He was equipped with his trusty G3A3ZF rifle, and a radio to relay any trouble points he would see from his birdseye view. His rifle was mostly as a deterrent, only to be fired as a warning or in case a situation escalated to a full scale riot.
He gazed down at the eating area, moreso paying attention to providing overmatch for his comrades...his friends.
From what information he gathered, the prisoners that they were guarding belonged to the remaining members of the armies of Tarnava, and the Blue Kingdom, signified by their silver, and teal colors. Something more that caught his eye however was the divide between the human, and non-human prisoners. Particularly the death glares, and whispers about being lumped in with these "savages". The way Heinrich saw it, high command was too hasty to lump whoever together and not be considerate of the well-being of their prisoners. If he was calling the shots, he would've separated the two camps before creating them.
'I can feel the tension between them from here.' Heinrich thought to himself as he leaned over the edge of the bucket, continuing to look at the view below.
"Eagle-One-Two this is Alpha-Three-Seven, radio check, OVER." Said a voice through the radio which Heinrich knew to be Karl. He went and unholstered his radio, and spoke into it to respond.
"Alpha-Three-Seven, this is Eagle-One-Two, I read you loud and clear, OVER. Heinrich responded.
"Alpha-Three-Seven, ROGER, OUT."
Meanwhile on the ground…
Karl took the radio away from his face, and back into its holder. Although he wanted to say more to Heinrich, he knew traffic had to be kept clear incase of a situation. Truly he just wanted someone to talk to given that Wilhelm, and Dominik were busy walking amongst the seated prisoners, both being hands on in interacting and policing them. After all, they would be dealing with each other for the next few weeks, it couldn't help to build trust.
Karl sighed, and continued drinking his coffee. He didn't get a good night's sleep after the battle, and the morning chill didn't help matters as he wished to stay warm under his itch blanket as uncomfortable as it was. Though he was grateful for not being punished with a stale meal such as oatmeal, and a cup of water, something that could only be prepared on short notice.
However from what he could tell in their mannerisms, the prisoners treated it like a Five-Star meal.
'Probably the only decent meal they have had in months.' Mused Karl as he went back to gulping down his coffee. The hot beverage stimulated his senses, giving him a much needed buzz. 'I could only imagine their reactions when they first enjoy an actual whole meal, and not this sludge they've been serving.'
Deciding to join Domi, and Wilhelm, he drank the remains of his coffee then threw the paper cup in a nearby rubbish bin. He strolled over to where they stood, his G3A4 slung on his back as he glanced occasionally at the prisoners as they sat and ate their morning meal. Being up close, and walking among them had really let him realize what Heinrich had been talking about earlier. He easily noticed that each table sat only one species whether it be human, ogre, goblin, elf, demihuman, or any of the walking, talking animals. From what Karl learned through the language classes set up by command, he could tell that some of the human prisoners largely disliked the other auxiliaries that made up their armies.
'Figures that an ancient civilization such as this...having not adopted any ideas of the Enlightenment. The shame of it.' He thought to himself.
"Hallo Karl, nice of you to finally join us." Wilhelm said as he greeted their squad leader.
"Hmph, I wouldn't have any trouble sleeping if it weren't for this dumbass snoring so loudly." Karl said, lightly punching Dominik in the arm.
"Yeah, I'll try to keep it down for now on." Dominik said with a slight chuckle. "Although, you may want to apply ear plugs just in case."
The trio continued along in between the rows of tables. They would occasionally take part in escorting groups of prisoners back to the holding area as well as interacting directly with some of the prisoners, generally answering their questions. There were some questions though that made the trio raise an eyebrow.
It was soon nearing the time where the canteen would close with the line by now being non-existent. The majority of the prisoners had already been brought back to the main holding area although the canteen was still full of them. Luckily there had been no incidents as of yet.
Key word: Yet
"Alpha-Three-Four, and Three-Seven, this is Eagle-One-Two. Reporting a verbal altercation in the South-East sector. Between two male, human individuals, and a male...wolf. Requesting intervention from the ground before it turns violent, OVER." Said a voice from the radio which Karl took to be Heinrich from his sniper position. The last part being rather forced out.
"It's Heinrich. Give me a couple seconds to answer guys." Karl said to Wilhelm, and Dominik as he brought out his radio, and began to speak into it.
"Solid Copy Eagle-One-Two, Alpha-Three-Seven will be enroute, OVER." Karl responded on the radio.
"Roger, will continue to update, OUT." Heinrich said over the radio before alerting Eagle-One-One, and receiving an answer from the other Alpha team he radioed in.
"Alright, Heinrich is reporting a verbal altercation in the South-East, we're going to separate the two parties. Be ready incase it escalates." Karl said to the two who both nodded in acknowledgement as the three began to walk at a brisk pace towards the trouble area, navigating around the rows of tables.
"Ground-Three-Seven, and Three-Four, be advised the situation has escalated. Five more tangos have joined in the argument. Ground-Three-Five, and Ground-Three-Nine, roll that way to provide backup. Eagle-One-Three, radio in if anyone heads this direction, OUT." Heinrich said, prompting Ground-Three-Seven to quicken their pace with a light job as they honed in on the situation. By then they could hear loud arguing, and the shouting of insults which had also turned the attention of the prisoners sitting nearby. Soon enough the trio had arrived and were able to get a look at the situation as it unfolded.
Essentially two male wolves were in a verbal argument with five human males hurling insults. Judging by the colors they wore, all seven served in the same army, and from what Karl could understand from surface level, it was purely racially motivated. Now all that mattered now however was to prevent the situation from escalating into a brawl, or worse; a full scale riot.
"Dominik watch behind us, make sure no one joins in the argument. Wilhelm with me."
"You got it boss!" Dominik said before turning to the prisoners seated. "You will all stay seated, and continue to finish your meals!"
Karl meanwhile had pushed through the group of five human males to pry away the main instigator as Wilhelm kept his rifle unslung, and in a high-ready position.
"You beasts are the reason why we are in this situation as you are unworthy as fighters and men! When we're done with you both ther-! Hey! Get your hands off me otherworlder!" Screeched their leader as he was pulled away by Karl just as Ground-Three-Four arrived and separated the two wolves from the argument as well.
"Hey! You are letting them get away unpunished-!" Karl didn't let him finish as he pushed him into the ground much to the protest of his partners in crime.
"What do you think you're doing Nayto?! Can't you see how dangerous these animals are?" One of them, a heavy set, bald man who appeared to be in his forties said as he and the rest of the group began to move towards Karl, presumably to help their comrade.
"Get back!" Wilhelm shouted, as he stepped forward blocking their path. "Return to your seats." He said rather firmly, forcing the group to do a double take at someone half their age ordering them around.
The fat one let out a laugh followed by everyone else in the group who went on to say; "What do you think you can do to make us? You're just a boy."
The only response that Wilhelm thought of to get these four to clear off was to fire a few warning shots in the air which he proceeded to do. Successfully spooking the group away to their seats, once again seeing the power of German riflery being demonstrated. "And that goes for all of you if you act out of line!" Wilhelm shouted.
By now, Karl had the main instigator restrained with some zip ties, leaving him uncomfortable, and seething. "Hey what's the big idea? What did I do to warrant such rough behavior with an high official of the Blueen Army!?" The instigator babbled as Karl began to lift him, and then to slam him into the dirt again. "For disturbing the peace, and nearly inciting a fight. Now get up." Karl said in Saderan as he then stood up the cuffed man.
"Willy, tell Ground-Three-Four to follow us and escort this trash back to solitary. Radio Eagle-One-Two to have Ground-Three-Five post up around this area in case trouble starts back up." Karl said as he began pushing the prisoner towards Dominik, and the exit. With that, Wilhelm responded with a; "You got it" before speaking into his handheld radio to Heinrich, and then motioned for the four man team of Ground-Three-Four to follow him which their leader responded with a nod.
They walked to the exit gate, and were let out by the guard. They then proceeded towards the main camp which nearby contained the ad hoc solitary room. They soon arrived at "solitary" which was basically a row of small cages, each outfitted with a piss bucket, and a two man guard team. Currently one of them was sitting on a folded metal chair smoking a cigarette.
"Hey Domi, what has your crew got for us here?" The guard said, going down to eye level with their prisoner who had his back arched with his face facing the ground.
"From what Karl told me Kurt, this guy here was shouting some derogatory remarks towards these two wolves he was trying to instigate a fight with. We were able to catch him before he had a chance to throw a punch. A minute sooner, and we might have had a brawl on our hands." Dominik said.
"He's one of those huh? Lead him in and I'll log it down." Kurt said.
Karl proceeded to push the prisoner inside the cage and sat him down rather roughly before undoing his zip ties, and placing them back into his pocket. Doing this revealed some mild cuts, and bruising on the prisoners wrists. Due in part to the tightly made zip ties.
"Damn K, you made the ties for him tight. Look he's bleeding." Kurt said, taking a glance of his notepad, pointing at the prisoners' cut marks with his pen.
"I wouldn't spare him much sympathy Kurt."
"Just pointing it out. Well, I just need you to sign that you were the one who arrested him before I let the rest of you guys go."
"Ok then, though by the time we get back, they're probably gonna send us back to our quarters since breakfast is almost done for the prisoners. Say where is Max?"
"Bathroom. Or he's busy hitting on that nurse." Kurt said with a smirk.
"Typical." Karl finished signing the paper before handing it back to Kurt. "Well time for us to make leave, see you later Kurt."
"You too guys." Kurt responded with a low effort salute before returning to his seat to puff on his half finished cigarette as the group returned to the canteen, leaving the prisoner alone to sulk.
Location Unknown, Imperial Slave Camp, December 11, 1980, 7:00 A.M
The cries of a child could be heard as Albert awoke from his slumber. He turned towards the commotion only to come to the realization of the events that occurred the night before when a mother insulted one of the guards, and paid with her life. A foolish mistake that Albert knew could've been avoided.
He got up from the cold, hard, and dirty floor, and stood up in his cell. He looked at the cell across from him which revealed a young German girl still crying over her mother's dead body. That for the moment had allowed him to distract himself from the pain in his right leg, and various cuts on his back, and cheek. As much as he would like to help, and console her, that would only spell another dreaded punishment from the guards. His pride may have been broken with his black dress shoes being stolen alongside his wedding ring, and silver watch but he was still alive at least.
But alas his instincts as a father forced his hand.
He walked slowly to the metal gate, gripping onto it to support himself. In a low voice he called out to the girl.
"Hey...you need to stop crying. The guards will punish you if you don't. You need to stay alive." He said, in a calm, reassuring manner. She however continued on undeterred. Albert kneeled down to eye level, and continued on.
"Listen...it's Monika right? I'm Albert...I know what it is like losing a parent in horrific circumstances. I was able to accept it and move on, and you need to do the same to stay alive. I have a family that I want to return to, and I assume you to as well. So please, you need to let say your last goodbyes. The guards are going to return for the body so you need to compose yourself." This time, Albert got a response in return.
"But who is going to protect me from the bad men?" She asked in between sobs.
"I will take the job of protecting you. It will be ok as long as you are surrounded by good people. You just have to look for it. I promise, nothing bad will happen."
It took a moment for little Monika to conjure up a response. As she held back her tears, and after a sniff she said; "Thank you Mr. Albert." Albert meanwhile gave her a reassuring smile as he stood back up and peered into the hallway. "I think the guards are coming this way to claim the body. For your safety, don't oppose or antagonize them. Got it?" Monika nodded, and retreated to a corner of the cell and sat down.
Indeed he was right as a group of four guards strode their way through the hallway, some antagonizing the other prisoners as they went along. They soon arrived at their destination which was Monika, and her mother's cell.
"Hello little girl." One of them said in a raspy voice with a sinister smile. "Did you miss us?" Monika meanwhile didn't respond, ignoring the four as she continued mourning in the corner.
"Leave the brat, we need to get this whore out of here before Senator Godasen gets here." One of the others said as he got a grip of the arms of the now deceased women as another got a hold of the legs. They then proceeded to carry the body out of the room. The creepy one however gave Monika a pat on the head as he headed out with Albert giving him a death stare. He however, noticed.
"What are you looking at, peasant? Want us to mess up your other leg?"
"Nothing of importance." Was all Albert could remark as he backed away from the cell door. The guard responded with a cheeky grin and a "hmph" before walking down the hallway. Albert sighed as he went away from the cell door, and sat down, relieving the pain on his leg.
"Have the bad men gone away?" Monika said as she went to her cell door, and called out to Albert.
"For the moment, yes. Though it's best we keep our voices down in case they wander this way."
"Your voice...you're not from my home are you?" Monika asked.
"Not exactly. I'm from Holland, and was in the city when all this occurred because of my job."
"Ok, what kind of job? "
"I work for the Government, uh as a representative to be more exact."
"That's nice to live someplace new I guess."
The two continued to converse through the morning as they got more acquainted with Albert sharing about his family; his wife, and two sons, and his home. Though it seemed that it was more of Albert sharing as Monika mostly kept quiet about her life, just revealing about her dad who was in the Air Force, and that she lived in a flat with her mom. Albert could sense that the events of the past few weeks still weighed down on her. He observed from his cell that it was Monika's mother that she didn't break, and his intervention was mostly temporary. He knew he needed to be more direct.
It was by now late morning, and he knew the guards would be coming around with the morning rations which were scraps of stale, sometimes moldy bread but you couldn't be picky in times like this.
But this time it was a team of two female guards; a blonde, and a brunette, clad in silver armor who were walking rather quickly through the hallway.
"Hey where are the rations!?" One of the prisoners shouted out only to be ignored. The two guards soon arrived at Alberts cell where they stopped, and the blonde guard asked Albert; "Are you Lord Jan-Nekker?"
"Consul-General Jan-Nekker, I insist on my full title." Albert said as he stood up to face the two guards eye to eye as a sign of defiance, although he had a ting of fear inside if he was going to be sold or worse, killed. Thus he was always in a mode that can switch to fight or flight if need be. He may be in his 50s but still remembered his training when he was much younger.
"Hmph, If you insist. High Mage, and Imperial Senator Godasen has requested your presence. We are here to escort you." The lead guard said as her companion took a key and unlocked the door. "If you could follow me." She said as she motioned for Albert to follow her. He proceeded to step out into the hallway with the other guard closing the cell door behind him, essentially sealing his decision.
"Where are you going Mr. Albert?" Monika had inquired before he could begin moving forward.
"Um, to see someone important it would seem. Everything is going to be alright little one, I promise." Albert said as he leaned down with a reassuring smile before being led away by the two female guards.
The three walked through the hallway barring any conversation as the only soon that could be heard was the clang of the metal armor the guards wore. Albert had clearly taken notice, and deduced these were the guards of this "Grand Mage Godasen". He also took notice of an insignia situated on their shoulder that bore a red field with a rose in the center surrounded by a gold decal.
'An elite unit of this Empire's military perhaps.' He had thought to himself.
They eventually reached the courtyard, a circular shape surrounded by various stone structures which contained the cell blocks. They turned towards what Albert thought to be the rear exit which he had mapped internally.
They turned up towards a stone path which seemed to lead all the way up a hill to a villa which Albert also assumed to be where this prison's warden resided. They also passed a row of wooden huts which he had presumed to be the guard's lodging as well.
They soon arrived at the front steps where the leading blonde guard opened the door to the villa, and entered. Albert had taken a second to revel in the sight of the Warden's home which appeared to be a three story home with a large balcony on the front-facing side. His staring meanwhile was interrupted with the rear female guard behind him pushing him forward. "Move it." She said to him. He obliged as he walked through the front door, and into the great room before being led into what appeared to be a living room.
In it was the warden of the prison; a heavy-set man with blonde hair, and beard who wore a white tunic, and a dark blue robe. A group of four guards, two of whom were female, and appeared to be associated with the two guards who were escorting them as they wore the same patch on their armor. One of them; a redhead was standing next to a sitting individual which Albert deduced to the person he was meeting with. He had white hair signifying his age, and wore a cream color tunic with a cyan toga covering it. He also notably had a white band wrapped around his forehead. At the sight of Albert entering the room he stood up at attention. The warden meanwhile, the scumbag as he was didn't. From what Albert picked up since he was thrown in this shithole was that this prick could care less about the lives of those under his social class. It was clearly shown in his mannerisms, and how he spoke of himself in comparison to Albert, and the other prisoners. Not to mention the treatment.
"Prisoner, #48 as you have requested Senator Godasen." The guard that had led him to this establishment declared to the room, more so to the person Albert was allegedly meeting.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Lord Jan-Nekker." Godasen said with a bow as a sign of respect, keeping it diplomatic. A good sign for Albert who simply responded in kind, not yet wanting to disrespect this individual that has requested him. He would let the situation play out. Like how a dealer would assign a player's cards and Albert would play them accordingly.
"I thank you for the curtsy but it is unnecessary as I am not a part of my nation's nobility nor am I a Lord."
"Oh I don't understand. Legate Falco advised me that you were an official of a monarchical nation. The Kingdom of the Netherlands, correct?"
"Queen Beatrix is just a figurehead. The real power rests in the elected States General and even then anyone can run for office no matter race, gender or social status. I was once a representative before being assigned as Consul-General to Germany."
"Oh, excuse me for I don't really understand. But that is why I am here. If you could please sit and we can discuss this properly." Godasen motioned to the chair across from him. Albert promptly took a seat which had pleased his back, and rear end. Sitting, and sleeping on the hard floor had done him no favors.
"Comfortable?" Godasen chuckled. "Lyko, your presence here with your guards is unnecessary for my protection detail is good enough for now." Godasen said to the man sitting on the sofa next to him.
Warden Lyko simply huffed, got up and lumbered away with his guards.
"Now, please explain to me what you had to explain to Legate Falco a few months ago."
Albert, despite being taken aback about Godasen's question, responded quickly. Reiterating what he said to Falco when the consulate was overrun, and when he was taken prisoner.
"I see now, you are essentially a representative on behalf of your government to another."
"Yes that is correct."
"And the Netherlands is an ally of Germany, and also a part of this "Nayto" coalition?"
"Indeed. What are you getting at if I may ask?"
"I am confirming what you have simply told me Consul-General. So this "Netherlands" you hail from has a Queen but wields little power? How does she rule?" Godasen questioned.
Albert's eyes narrowed. "Why have you summoned me here again? I will not answer any further questions until you tell me the reasoning for these questions you ask of me. Why are you inquiring about my nation so much?"
Godasen for a moment stayed quiet before looking behind Albert. He proceeded to move his hand that appeared to be a signal. Before Albert could process what was happening, he felt his head being forcefully grabbed by the blonde guard that stood behind him, and the cold, smooth iron of her sword being pressed against the skin on his neck. Albert gritted his teeth in response at the mage for this act. Godasen with a face that displayed no emotion, just stared at the beleaguered Dutchman.
"Let me go." Was all Albert could say.
"I am going to put this to you straight Consul-General. I am here to gather information about you otherworlders by the order of the Emperor. Particularly about the nation's we are at war with. Their military, government, politics, history, culture, and anything we can use against you otherworlders. Now that you got your answer, answer the question, and I'll let you live."
"On one condition." Albert started, although not really in a position to make demands. "If I am to give away information about the nation that I serve, then in exchange start treating me, and the other prisoners humanely, and with humility. You will better obtain the other people's cooperation that way. Besides we won't be able to talk if you silence us with your...rough nature."
"Hmph, if that is what gets you to talk then so be it. I'll put a word in with Lyko, and his guards. Now, the answer." The guard still kept a tight grip on Albert, the metal still keeping in contact with his skin. With a huff, Albert gave his answer.
"The Queen is just a figurehead, and wields little legislative power. She is a symbol of national unity for us Dutch people. The case is the same in the United Kingdom, one of our's and Germany's most powerful allies. I would argue that the monarchy being confined to ceremonial power has allowed the Queen to continue as our Head of State, and the monarchy not be abolished."
Albert finished with his explanation, looking intently at Godasen, hoping his answer would be enough to guarantee the safety of the prisoners.
Seemingly satisfied, Godasen waved off the guard who released Albert's head, and put away their sword. "Your answer will suffice for the time being. I may have to probe your mind for confirmation however as this is already hard to believe." Godasen said although the final part with a mumble to himself.
"Hmm? Excuse me?" Albert inquired.
"Oh?" Godasen said as he looked up at Albert. "Uh nevermind that, I want to now inquire about your nation's military strength."
"Fine, If you wish to know. Our total military force is roughly around 50,000 to 70,000, supplemented by thousands of armored vehicles, over 200 Aircraft and 60 Naval Vessels. All capable of firing powerful ordnance. In reserve we have over 5,000,000 fit for military service, ready to be conscripted." While the answer clearly didn't invoke a reaction from Godasen, Albert knew that the people in this room other than himself had yet to see the power of modern tanks, armored fighting vehicles, aircraft, and destroyers. He couldn't count all the times he had attended military displays or war videos in Vietnam, and Israel.
"What about Germany's?"
"You will have to ask someone who is more acclimated with the West German Bundeswehr for I do not know. Honest."
"Very well." Godasen turned to the guards. "One of you set a pen, and a piece of paper here." He then turned back to Albert as one of the guards left the room. "I am going to need you to write down the names of prominent officials or members of your elite."
"Uh, that list will be too long for a mere piece of paper." Albert said, trying to stall.
"Then we will supply you with more."
By now, the guard returned with a piece of paper, and a quill pen which they set on the table in front of Albert who knew he would have to fill out, hoping that after this he could return to this cell. He didn't want to be in the company of this man anymore.
'Well I guess I'm starting with you Dries.' Albert thought to himself as he began to write on the paper.
Fort Alnus, Command Center, Alnus Hill, December 15, 1980, 2:00 P.M
It was late afternoon as Ryan found himself sitting in a briefing room, dressed in his combat dress and gear, being given the details of his next assignment as a recon team leader among nine others by the main planner of this operation.
The basics were that he and the others would lead their respective recon squadrons in designated, marked zones that the NATO drone fleet has surveyed, and conduct recon of the area. In particular, to establish contact with the noted settlements and villages within the area as a part of NATO's "Hearts and Minds" campaign to ensure the trust of the people in the region and win them over to the West's cause. Not only that but to also gather information about potential areas of interest, in particular the whereabouts of those that went missing after the Empire's attempted invasion. After all, the drones can't really establish face to face contact with the residents of the region. Thus regular army units were given the task instead of specialized recon regiments.
Though not without proper equipment and supplies to last the ten recon teams three-four days, five at the most.
They were basically given the rundown of how to engage, and in the event of a hostile situation, what to do.
"Our drones have captured footage of what appears to be Imperial Army forces destroying villages and farmlands in what appeared to be a part of a scorched earth campaign. We would advise that if able, to intervene with a hopeful diplomatic solution." Air Major Schweful said, using the projector to advance his evidence. Showing pictures of burning fields, and village dwellings.
"What about if we come across bandits?" A British Lieutenant, in command of Recon Team Five asked.
"Then engage in a manner to eradicate the threat in order to protect property and civilians."
Ryan remained intently focused, arms crossed with eyes on whoever spoke. Though not keen on taking notes which some in the audience had decided to do so.
"Remember, our goal is to establish peaceful contact with these settlements. Not to forcibly extract information. I do not want to hear about our guys wiping out a whole village when it can be avoided. We are under enough scrutiny as it is. Do I make myself clear?" Lieutenant General O'Malley said.
"Aye." The whole group responded in unison.
"General, why are our recon teams...multinational?" Lieutenant Stilwell inquired, having taken a look at the file folder handed out earlier which consisted of relevant information, and the names of those a part of their outfit.
General Barthet who had attended the meeting decided to respond as it was his idea.
"We have decided to make each recon team multinational to establish that this is a multinational coalition to not only yourselves but to provide an outlook for the natives that you come across with. Don't worry about any language barrier as we made sure to assign those who are comfortable and familiar with speaking yours or other languages."
"But General, we already know this is a multinational coalition." A French Lieutenant said from the back.
"This is to seal the divide, to reiterate to those with a more narrow minded sentiment. That will be all from me." General Barthet said as he stepped back from the center of attention.
"Anymore questions?" German Oberst Paul Weiss asked those in attendance, being given no response he replied; "Very well. It would be best if you all meet your teams. You are all dismissed."
The NATO officers began taking their leave, Ryan and Meadows deciding to walk together towards the motor pool where the rest of their teams and the vehicles would be waiting for them.
"What area are you covering Nate?"
"A sector in the South near some farming settlements plus a small oasis. You?" Nate said, having to look
"Our team is covering the East, we'll come across a village, and a river just past it. Though Colonel Bailey told us to inquire about more settlements along the way as there is also a forest nearby. Could be a settlement there too."
"Hmph, what do you think of what the Major General said?"
"I see his argument. That's all I'm going to say." Ryan said, taking a neutral stance.
Nate huffed in response. "Its embarrassing calling us out like that. Besides we are our own men, our own leadership style. You expect him to have trust in us being professionals."
"He probably just wanted to reiterate it to all of us, not just me, you, and Robinson. Remember we are under enough scrutiny from the UN as it is, we don't want our people back home turning on us either when they get wind of something damning. Especially after Nam. Don't forget the French botched Vietnam before us, and Suez with the British, not to mention history with the Germans and Italy."
"I don't know man. Just think he should know that we knew better then last time."
"Enough of that. How's things with family back in Cali?" Ryan said changing the topic.
"Same old, mom wants me to return home and give this all up. We spoke a few days before we landed here and I told her this would be my last deployment, she still sounded worried over the phone." Nate said, referring to his overprotective single-mom who still lived in San Jose.
"You're shitting me right? And never got a chance to go visit before we go? Well, can't say this isn't the worst deployment before you bow out of the service."
Before the commencement of Operation Eagle's Liberty, command had allowed those to be deployed to visit their families. It was a gesture to allow those that put in a request to cool off and put their minds at ease first of all, especially with the whole part of entering an alien world. Ryan and Nate meanwhile went way back to the mid 60s when both were a part of the same OCS graduating class at Fort Benning and when they both got deployed near the waning months of the Vietnam War, both seeing action until the 1st Division's return to Fort Riley. They experienced hardships together much like any good pals within the service. Both had opened up to the other
"What about you? How's the wife?" Nate said, glancing at Ryan as they walked.
"Alice is doing fine. Though much like your mom she did express some concern about...you know all this." Ryan said, clearly referring to this extraordinary deployment. He reminded himself that she wanted to settle down and start a family but he wanted to finish his service first and make a name for himself.
"Always the adventurer huh? Anyways I gotta ask, who did you get in your squadron."
"You know Frazier, Davidson, and Fraga from my platoon?
"Yeah, Henry, Theodore, and Alfonso right?"
"Right."
"Heh, you kinda got your hands full with how Teddy runs his mouth, and Henry playing into it."
"Don't try to discredit the men in my platoon." Ryan said with a chuckle, motioning to Nate with his folder. "How about you?"
"Couple of guys from my platoon as well. Remember Luke and Marcus?"
"Oh yeah, guys who couldn't hold their drinks a couple nights back and ended up vomiting over one of the APCs right?"
"That's them. I also got Blair too."
"You should be set then with as good a marksman as him."
"Here's hoping. Forgot to ask, Alfonso played baseball right? I heard he got a scholarship offer from UCLA yet he decided to come here."
"Yep."
"Why the hell would he do that? He could make thousands if he decided to go pro."
"He didn't entail the reasoning of choosing to join the Army over a Baseball career. Regardless, we're lucky to have him around."
They continued on as they made their way to the motor pool, soon arriving within 10 odd minutes.
They were greeted of a sight of ten rows of four vehicles consisting of a British Army Mk1 Humber Pig Armored Car, Two German Heer Mercedes-Benz W460 4-Door G-Wagons, and a French Army VAB Armored Personnel Carrier outfitted with an M2 .50 caliber machine gun with groups crowding around each column, presumingly the other members of the recon squadrons.
"Welp, time for me to check in. Take care of yourself out in the field Nate." Ryan said with a wave. Nate responded in kind with a two fingered salute and a smile before going their separate ways.
It wasn't hard for Ryan to spot his new squad, if not for the various markings dotted over the vehicles that said "Recon Team 3" or "RCT3" it was the familiar faces of Teddy, and Ryan conversing with two Canadian and a British squad mates as the rest were lounging about or mingling amongst themselves, all wearing their olive green combat uniforms, and gear with their respective weapons slung over their shoulders.
"Alright, fall in, all of you!" Boomed Ryan as he arrived, as the rest of the squadron fell into a line, awaiting his further instructions.
"Now that I have your attention, I'm going to call roll to see if everyone is here and then do a quick debrief. Now if I call your name just say here." Ryan said, taking out the file that included the names of those under his command.
"Corporal Henry Frazier."
"Right here!"
"Private Theodore Davidson Jr."
"Right here Lt!"
"Private Alfonso Fraga.
"Here!"
"Sergeant Charlie Porter."
"Aye."
"Corporal Edward Patterson."
"Right here sir!"
"Private Yanik Saleem."
"Here!"
"Private Stefan Kozár."
"Here Lieutenant!"
"Sergeant Maximillian Alard?"
"Here!"
"Caporal Xavier Zakaria."
"Right here!"
"Soldat Gustav Tournier."
"Right here monsieur!"
"Soldat Patrice Boudreaux."
"Here Lieutenant."
"Feldwebel Karl Rutter."
"Here Kommandante!"
"Oberstabsgefreiter Heinrich Bluhm?"
"Here."
"Gefreiter Dominik Streiter?"
"..."
"Gefreiter Streiter?"
"I'm here! I'm here!" Dominik said, panting as he ran up to the group with two boxes of ammunition in his hands as well as his machine-gun slung on his shoulder.
"Can you please enlighten me to why you are late?"
"I was grabbing the ammunition for my weapon Lieutenant. I apologize for my tardiness Lieutenant."
"Just get in line." Ryan said, pointing to a spot for Dominik to stand in.
"Moving on...Gefreiter Wilhelm Brunke."
"Right here Lieutenant."
"Sergeant Patrick O'Reilly."
"Here!"
"Corporal Christopher Tsai-Lin?"
"Awaiting orders Lieutenant!"
"Private Harvey Wellstone."
"Here!"
"and lastly, Private Hunter Hill."
"Here Lieutenant."
"Ok...now that I know everyone is here I will give a brief debrief." Ryan said as he took out a different piece of paper out of the file folder. "Command has tasked us to recon and survey the area from the ground, and establish contact with the natives of the region. Hopefully to establish friendly relations with them to give off the right message in regards to their view of us. Now as you can see they have outfitted us with four transport vehicles and enough supplies to last us around three days. Now the quicker we set off the quicker we can get back. Now any questions?"
"I would like to express some concerns about the suitability of our armaments sir-." Yanik had begun to speak but was interrupted by Ryan.
"No need to call me "sir". Just Lieutenant or Matthews. Now as you were."
"The M2 .50 caliber I would like to point out could barely take down the enemy's air assets yet seems to be the most powerful weapon we have here."
"A reasonable concern… I have been told we would be given proper AA equipment. A few Mike-72s and a Shorts Blowpipe. If you spot an enemy wyvern make sure to shout to Corporal Frazier and Private Wellstone as they will be handling our ordinance. Yanik glanced at the two who gave him a reassuring nod.
"Any more questions?"
"..."
"Alright. Everyone mount up! Let's start early to beat the traffic!" He called out as everyone began to enter into the vehicles.
In the Humber Pig; Edward got into the driver's seat followed by Ryan sitting in the front passenger seat due to the British Armored Car containing the long range radio to contact HQ with Yanik, Wilhelm, Dominik, and Teddy sitting in the rear.
In the first G-Wagon; Karl took the driver's seat with Max, Xavier, and Harvey taking their seats.
In the second G-Wagon; Christopher entered the role as driver joined by Heinrich, Patrice, and Alfonso.
Lastly, behind in the VAB; Gustav took the role as driver with Patrick entering the passenger seat followed by Hunter, Stefan, Henry, and Charlie sitting in the rear as the engines of all four vehicles turned over and started with a roar and a snort.
"You know how to drive this thing?" Patrick had asked Gustav in the VAB.
"Relax man, of course I know since I got into the driver's seat." Gustav answered.
"Alright then." Muttered Patrick as he settled into the uncomfortable seat.
"Everyone ready to go?" Ryan had called through the radio.
"Good to go." Karl answered from his G-Wagon with Gustav and Chris saying similar words as well.
"All vehicles advance to the main gate."
The wheels of the four military vehicles began to maneuver out of the motor pool to the main road that led to the main gate of Fort Alnus.
After at least ten minutes of driving and waiting for traffic, they arrived at the main gate where a long chain-link fence had been set up surrounding the entire base. The four vehicle convoy were waved through and saluted by the guards stationed at the entrance, entering into the untouched natural frontier.
"Here...we...go."
File of Recon Team Three:
Name: Ryan Matthews
Rank: First Lieutenant
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: July 26, 1946
Age: 34
POB: Eagan, Minnesota, United States
Nationality: American
Weight: 201lb (91kg)
Height: 6ft, 1in (185cm)
Unit: US Army, 1st Infantry Division (Mechanized), 1st Brigade, 5th Battalion, 16th Infantry Regiment, Charlie Company
Team Role: Team Leader/American Fireteam Leader
Main Weapon: M16A1 Rifle
Name: Henry Frazier
Rank: Corporal
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: March 10, 1953
Age: 27
POB: Asheville, North Carolina, United States
Nationality: American
Weight: 189lb (85kg)
Height: 5ft, 11in (180cm)
Unit: US Army, 1st Infantry Division (Mechanized), 1st Brigade, 5th Battalion, 16th Infantry Regiment, Charlie Company
Team Role: Communications Specialist
Main Weapon: M16A1 Rifle
Name: Theodore Davidson Jr.
Rank: Private First Class
Sex: Male
Race: African
DOB: December 18, 1955
Age: 25
POB: New York City, New York, United States
Nationality: African-American
Weight: 221lb (100kg)
Height: 6ft' 2in (187cm)
Unit: US Army, 1st Infantry Division (Mechanized), 1st Brigade, 5th Battalion, 16th Infantry, Regiment, Charlie Company
Team Role: AA/AT
Main Weapon: M16A1 Rifle with (M72 LAW/FIM-43 Redeye)
Name: Alfonso Fraga
Rank: Private
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: October 9, 1960
Age: 20
POB: Gallup, New Mexico, United States
Nationality: Cuban-American
Weight: 230lb (104kg)
Height: 6ft'4in (193kg)
Unit: US Army, 1st Infantry Division (Mechanized), 1st Brigade, 5th Battalion, 16th Infantry Regiment, Charlie Company
Team Role: Rifleman/Linguistic Specialist
Main Weapon: M16A1 Rifle
Name: Charlie Porter
Rank: Sergeant
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: August 6, 1949
Age: 31
POB: Swansea, Wales, United Kingdom
Nationality: Welsh
Weight: 199lb (90kg)
Height: 6ft'1in (185cm)
Unit: British Army, 1st Armored Division, 22nd Armoured Brigade, 2nd Battalion, Royal Anglian Regiment, Alpha Company
Team Role: Rifleman/British Fireteam Leader
Main Weapon: L1A1 Self-Loading Rifle
Name: Edward Patterson
Rank: Corporal
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: December 2, 1955
Age: 24
POB: Hartlepool, England, United Kingdom
Nationality: English
Weight: 199lb (90kg)
Height: 6ft'0in (182cm)
Unit: British Army, 1st Armored Division, 22nd Armoured Brigade, 2nd Battalion, Royal Anglian Regiment, Alpha Company
Team Role: Machine Gunner
Main Weapon: L4A4 Bren Light Machine Gun
Name: Yanik Saleem
Rank: Private
Sex: Male
Race: South Asian
DOB: April 29, 1957
Age: 23
POB: London, England, United Kingdom
Nationality: British-Pakistani
Weight: 214lb (97kg)
Height: 6ft'3in (190cm)
Unit: British Army, 1st Armored Division, 22nd Armoured Brigade, 2nd Battalion, Royal Anglian Regiment, Alpha Company
Team Role: Rifleman/Machine Gunner Aid
Main Weapon: L1A1 Self-Loading Rifle
Name: Stefan Kozár
Rank: Private
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: January 25, 1958
Age: 22
POB: Dundee, Scotland, United Kingdom
Nationality: Czech-Scottish
Weight: 247lb (112kg)
Height: 6ft'6in (198cm)
Unit: British Army, 1st Armored Division, 22nd Armoured Brigade, 2nd Battalion, Royal Anglian Regiment, Alpha Company
Team Role: Marksmen
Main Weapon: L1A1 Self-Loading Rifle with 4x optic sight
Name: Maximilian Alard
Rank: Sergeant
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: September 20, 1947
Age: 33
POB: Nancy, Meurthe-et-Moselle, France
Nationality: French
Weight: 193lb (87kg)
Height: 5ft'11 (180cm)
Unit: Armée de terre, 1e Division Blindée, 2e Brigade Blindée, 10e Mechanized d'Infanterie Blindée, 22e d'infanterie Régiment, Bravo Company
Team Role: Rifleman/French Fire Team Leader
Main Weapon: FAMAS F1 Rifle with red dot sight
Name: Xavier Zakaria
Rank: Caporal de-chef
Sex: Male
Race: Arab-Berber (North African)
DOB: June 19, 1951
Age: 29
POB: Nice, Alpes-Maritimes, France
Nationality: French-Algerian
Weight: 227lb (102kg)
Height: 6ft'3in (190cm)
Unit: Armée de terre, 1e Division Blindée, 2e Brigade Blindée, 10e Mechanized d'Infanterie Blindée, 22e d'infanterie Régiment, Bravo Company
Team Role: Team Medic
Main Weapon: FAMAS F1 Rifle with red dot sight
Name: Gustav Tournier
Rank: Soldat de première classe
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: October 28, 1955
Age: 25
POB: Calais, Pas-de-Calais, France
Nationality: Flemish/French
Weight: 187lb (84kg)
Height: 5ft'10in (177cm)
Unit: Armée de terre, 1e Division Blindée, 2e Brigade Blindée, 10e Mechanized d'Infanterie Blindée, 22e d'infanterie Régiment, Bravo Company
Team Role: Rifleman
Main Weapon: FAMAS F1 Rifle with red dot sight
Name: Patrice Boudreax
Rank: Soldat de première classe
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: November 7, 1958
Age: 22
POB: Tours, Centre-Val de Loire, France
Nationality: French
Weight: 211lb (95kg)
Height: 6ft'2in (187cm)
Unit: Armée de terre, 1e Division Blindée, 2e Brigade Blindée, 10e Mechanized d'Infanterie Blindée, 22e d'infanterie Régiment, Bravo Company
Team Role: Linguistic Specialist
Main Weapon: FAMAS F1 Rifle with red dot sight
Name: Karl Rutter
Rank: Feldwebel
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: December 28, 1949
Age: 30
POB: Kiel, Schleswig-Holstein, West Germany
Nationality: German
Weight: 195lb (88kg)
Height: 6ft'0in (182cm)
Unit: Deutsches Heer, 7th Panzer Division, 21st Panzer Brigade, 212th Panzer Grenadier Battalion, 23rd Infanterie Regiment, Alpha Company
Team Role: Rifleman/German Fire Team Leader
Main Weapon: G3A4 Battle Rifle
Name: Heinrich Bluhm
Rank: Oberstabsgefreiter
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: January 2nd, 1954
Age: 26
POB: Worms, Rhineland-Palatinate, West Germany
Nationality: German
Weight: 179lb (81kg)
Height: 5ft'11in (180cm)
Unit: Deutsches Heer, 7th Panzer Division, 21st Panzer Brigade, 212th Panzer Grenadier Battalion, 23rd Infanterie Regiment, Alpha Company
Team Role: Marksmen
Main Weapon: G3A3ZF Marksmen Rifle
Name: Dominik Streiter
Rank: Gefreiter
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: May 27th, 1958
Age: 22
POB: Ansbach, Bavaria, West Germany
Nationality: German-Austrian
Weight: 210lb (95kg)
Height: 6ft'1in (185cm)
Unit: Deutsches Heer, 7th Panzer Division, 21st Panzer Brigade, 212th Panzer Grenadier Battalion, 23rd Infanterie Regiment, Alpha Company
Team Role: Machine Gunner
Main Weapon: MG3 General Purpose Machine-Gun
Name: Wilhelm Brunke
Rank: Gefreiter
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: September 30th,1958
Age: 22
POB: West Berlin, Berlin, West Germany
Nationality: German
Weight: 203lb (92kg)
Height: 6ft'2in (187cm)
Unit: Deutsches Heer, 7th Panzer Division, 21st Panzer Brigade, 212th Panzer Grenadier Battalion, 23rd Infanterie Regiment, Alpha Company
Team Role: Rifleman/Machine Gunner Aid
Main Weapon: G3A4 Battle Rifle
Name: Patrick O'Reilly
Rank: Sergeant
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: July 28, 1949
Age: 31
POB: Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada
Nationality: Scottish-Canadian
Weight: 222lb (100kg
Height: 6'0 (182cm)
Unit: Canadian Mobile Forces Command, 1st Canadian Division, 4 Canadian Mechanized Brigade Group, 3rd Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment, Delta Company
Team Role: Rifleman/Canadian Fireteam Leader
Main Weapon: C1A1 Self-Loading Rifle
Name: Christopher Tsai-Lin
Rank: Corporal
Sex: Male
Race: Asian
DOB: September 17, 1953
Age: 27
POB: Richmond, British Columbia, Canada
Nationality: Taiwanese-Canadian
Weight: 198 lbs (89kg)
Height: 5ft'10in (177cm)
Unit: Canadian Mobile Forces Command, 1st Canadian Division, 4 Canadian Mechanized Brigade Group, 3rd Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment, Delta Company
Role: Rifleman/Linguistic Specialist
Main Weapon: C1A1 Self-Loading Rifle
Name: Harvey Wellstone
Rank: Private
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: April 26, 1956
Age: 24
POB: Canmore, Alberta, Canada
Nationality: Anglo-Canadian
Weight: 194 lbs (87kg)
Height: 6ft'1in (185cm)
Unit: Canadian Mobile Forces Command, 1st Canadian Division, 4th Canadian Mechanized Brigade Group, 3rd Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment, Delta Company
Team Role: Rifleman/AA/AT
Main Weapon: C1A1 Self-Loading Rifle with M72 LAW/Shorts Blowpipe)
Name: Hunter Hill
Rank: Private
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
DOB: February 1, 1959
Age: 21
POB: Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, Canada
Nationality: Anglo-Canadian
Weight: 230 lb (104kg)
Height: 6ft'1in (185cm)
Unit: Canadian Mobile Forces Command, 1st Canadian Division, 4 Canadian Mechanized Brigade Group, 3rd Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment, Delta Company
Role: Rifleman
Main Weapon: C1A1 Self-Loading Rifle
Operation Eagle's Liberty Order of Battle (As of December 15:
United States:
1st Infantry Division
4th Infantry Division
3rd Armored Division
17th Field Artillery Brigade
12th Aviation Brigade
793rd Military Police Battalion
23rd Engineer Battalion
30th Medical Group
44th Air Defense Artillery Regiment
Marine Attack Squadron 231 (VMA-231)
23rd Tactical Fighter Squadron
West Germany:
7th Panzer Division
2nd Panzer Grenadier Division
10th Panzer Division
26th Airborne Brigade
Jagdgeschwader 74
United Kingdom:
1st Armoured Division
4th Armoured Division
1st Artillery Brigade
No.9 RAF Squadron
No.4 RAF Squadron
French Republic:
1st Armored Division
2nd Armored Division
27th Alpine Division
19th Artillery Brigade
Italy:
132nd Armored Brigade "Ariete"
Canada:
1st Canadian Division