89 Night Raid – Part VI


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DAY 15 – MAY 2nd 2000

SW of LUBLINIEC, POLAND – NIGHT

PHASE 13

LED walks with a deliberate slow pace towards the stairs, tuning out his heart pounding in his chest while making sure the Russian captain closes the distance separating them.

The bathroom is to his right, and the Russian’s steps right behind him. LED slows while turning left for the stairs, his right hand making sure the knife is in its place.

Davay, dvigaysya, idiot” says the captain. [Russian: come on, move, idiot]

His mark is now in between him and the bathroom, LED stops “ser, vy znayete, kuda nam sleduyet poyti v pervuyu ochered’?” he says. [Russian: sir, you know where we should go first?]

Gde?” asks the Russian, his patience obviously running thin. [Russian: where?]

LED turns, his knife already in his hand “Mexico”

In a split-second ALEX emerges from the shadows, sees the Russian man, his figure turned and painted green by the NVGs, and lounges forward with his knife ready to strike.

At the last moment though, he sees the flak vest worn by the man, and tries to correct his attack, but misjudges his distance and ends up crashing against the Russian. His momentum almost carries ALEX to the floor, but he stops before the fall; his knife only hitting the air.

LED sees the enemy captain lean forward as ALEX bumps into his back, and attacks with his knife.

LED thrusts his knife forward, the blade pointed forward as high as his waist. The knife meets its target, LED feels it penetrating skin and muscles until it finds a bone.

Captain SMIRNOV emits a moan of pain, and falls against LED, who accompanies the body to the ground.

He and ALEX exchange a quick nod to confirm they are okay, then LED checks the Russian: he is unconscious, but bleeding profusely from his leg. LED’s blade found the artery; he won’t last long.

Russian towards the center of the floor, out of sight from the sentinel on the roof of the barracks.

The two men stop briefly, looking at each other while taking deep breaths. No time to discuss their thoughts, their job is not done yet. LED strips the Russian of his pistol, ammo, and searches him without finding anything else.

The duo looks at the wounded man and the expanding dark pool around his waist. LED is quick to act, he takes the Russian’s belt and tightens it around the wounded leg, as high as possible on it, like a torniquet.

LED sees ALEX is still there, probably wondering how he can help; he points two fingers at his eyes, then circles one in the air. ALEX nods and checks the rest of the floor on this side. Nobody in sight, and the stairs leading up are quiet as well.

The Eastern corner seems to host an armory of sort: assault rifles (mostly AK-74s) are lined up against the wall, there are containers of magazines, three PM Makarov pistols with ammo, one RPG-7, and RPK and a few belts of ammo, a handful of frag grenades, steel helmets and an assortment of melee weapons.

The area where the Soviet captain was sitting is as LED saw it, but in the corner he couldn’t see there is a radio. A Soviet-made R-392A model consisting of a main body with the battery at the bottom and a dial for the frequency on top (with 6 presets), connecting to a device meant to be operated with one hand, where the triggers for transmitting audio and morse code are located, and a single headphone-microphone combination, with a strap to wear it on your head. By the radio is another base with a hand-crank, for using the radio without the battery. It is now turned off, but judging by its state and position, appears to be functional.

Past the desk the captain was sitting at is a metal door closed by a metal bolt blocked by a lock, and at the height of the eyes is a rectangular hole covered by a sliding metal plate.

ALEX reaches it and slides the metal plate looking inside: it’s a small room with a bed opposite the door. A man is sitting on the bed, probably alerted by the commotion between the Russian captain and its ‘subordinate’. The man straightens up as he sees the pair of NVGs looking at him.

Kapitan WALICH?” asks ALEX in a whisper.

Tak” is the suspicious response.

LED has used his medkit and placed sterile gauzes on the wound, wrapping it as tight as possible with bandages. A box under the Russian’s feet to raise his legs completes the very basic assistance, then LED joins ALEX at the metal door.

ALEX turns to LED and points at the door, then gives a thumbs up.

LED gets his mouth close to the comrade’s ear “all clear, I’ll get BIANKA for confirmation, start working on the lock”

ALEX nods and gets the set of lockpicks from his pocket.

Kim jesteś?” asks the prisoner from behind the door?

Shhh” says ALEX “na razie siedź cicho

LED leaves ALEX’s AK-74 against the wall next to his comrade, recovers his M4 and helmet, and moves to the stairs leading to ground floor.



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