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GWOT Panic
Dec. 3rd, 2018 07:35 pmGWOT Panic
"We have just experienced an earthquake. Please remain calm and do not rush outside. Managers report casualties and damage by building."
The radio reports come flooding into Security Control. Broken windows, falling objects, structural failures. Casualties and damage.
"Main Gate to Control, [SQUELCH], we are under attack, numbers four vehicles numbers thirty attackers."
"H as in Hotel building is on fire on the 1st floor. The Fire Brigade will respond all apparatus to the H as in Hotel building now. We have persons trapped on 3, 4 and 5."
"Code Triage Internal, Infirmary. Code Triage Internal, Infirmary."
That last meant that the infirmary was itself a casualty of the event. Shit hell damn fuck.
"Stretcher Bearer teams, conduct disaster
reconnaissance in your areas and report findings by runner, repeat runner only."
Then the radios stopped working as if someone had flicked a switch. Wyatt said calmly, "We are being jammed. ELINT is working the problem. Radios and wifi cells are down."
"Evens to me," I ordered. That gave me a nucleus of six armed guards at once. Shane Shreve was an odd. Not accidental.
"Follow me," I said over my shoulder as we headed out the door to the nearest truck.
An employee rushed up wearing a bright orange vest just as we cleared the building entrance. She pouted.
"The building behind you has just collapsed. Security Control is offline."
Oh goddamn it. I did a little math in my head. Then I took my team to the picnic table outside the cafeteria and gave orders, pointing as needed.
"Establish triage. Establish staging. Give me an Incident Command Post, right here. Feed React Teams to the south perimeter as they report. Turn over triage to the first two Stretcher Bearer teams. I want binoculars on the front gate fight. Two guards, one vehicle, gun up, you are the final reaction force. MOVE."
The primary command post was Security Control. The secondary was H4. The tertiary was now right here, right now.
"Armory has collapsed and is inaccessible. We have many casualties in the Children's Area and the Dormitory. The H5 fire has progressed to two."
I pushed two more stretcher bearer teams to C building for the casualties. A runner reported back from Infirmary.
"Fifty percent casualties including all trained medical personnel. Your orders?"
"Facilities will evaluate all damaged buildings that have not collapsed, immediately. Fire Brigade will abandon firefighting in H building and go to rescue only. EP team will extract SLE and VPs from H4 at once, to here. Establish battle dressing station at a safe distance from C dock for dormitory and children's area survivors."
The Facilities report came in. Buildings A and D were OK. Building B was on the verge of collapse. C had collapsed and would collapse more shortly. E and F were moderate damage. G was OK. H was now fully involved on all floors.
"Fire Brigade will conduct hasty strike rescue in C building only. Stretcher Bearer teams will establish disaster command for B and will conduct hasty strike rescue in B. No Fire Brigade members will enter B. Set up a defensive water operation around H and let it burn."
The SLE arrived at the Incident Command Post. I started to give him a ringdown. He put a hand on my shoulder.
"It's all yours," he said, and went to help in the children's area. I stopped his EP team lead.
"The SLE will not go into C building. Force is authorized."
He nodded and chased his protectee.
"VPs of HR and Facilities confirmed killed. VP Site Ops is in the Data Center coordinating recovery operation there. Facilities teams are focused on emergency generator power for Data Center. "
God, what a mess.
"Start working up a head count," I ordered. "I need one repeat one Fire Brigade crew to attempt access to the armory in B. One crew only. How's the gate fight?"
"Second wave of attackers repulsed. Eight friendly casualties, two expectant, two immediate, four delayed."
In other words, four expectant. "Hold them there. Keep feeding React teams to the gate. I need an OP on Boot Hill and on G rooftop immediately. Use survivors from H5."
"We have perimeter intrusion, north perimeter, unarmed group of fifty, mixed ages and genders. Signage and bullhorns."
"Warning shots ordered. Killing agitators authorized. Sharon, take it."
"Sharon is dead."
"Arturo?"
"Expectant."
"Brooke?"
"Yo!" she called from staging, and handed her clipboard to an Employee manager.
"Repel the north perimeter intrusion. Boot them in the ass, do not piss on them, assume they're actually armed."
"Copy."
"Aftershock!" warned the employee in the orange vest.
"Evacuate B and C now!" I roared, knowing it was likely too late. Sure enough, it was.
"One fire crew killed in B. Five stretcher bearer teams in B and C lost. SLE is safe."
"Consolidate survivors in A, G, the motor pool and here."
"Riot in the trash yard."
"Kill all participating prisoners immediately. Status on established OPs?"
"Boot Hill reports north perimeter intrusion suppressed with casualties. G rooftop reports numbers eight vehicles with numbers fifty effectives attacking South Gate with medium weapons right now."
Grenades, Molotovs, light machine guns ... "... and RPGs." Make that heavy weapons. The gate was not going to hold.
"Consolidate a defense around A and G buildings immediately. Motor pool, all working vehicles to A and G docks now. Disable all non working vehicles."
I looked around.
"Able bodied survivors, we are moving to G building. Pick up all food and water containers we can reach. Time to go."
"Enemy sniper fire, hills to north and east."
I ducked. The orange vest walked fearlessly among us, tapping people on their shoulders.
"Smoke, flank right thirty, move move move! Brooke! Suppress me those snipers!"
"Unable," she shouted back from her suddenly slumped position below me on the hillside. She held her leg in both hands.
I broke squelch on radio and started shouting. Amazing the radios worked.
"Save what you can! Save what you can! A and G! A and G! Runners, pass the word! Save what you can, A and G!"
"Boot Hill off the air, enemy commandos close in. G roof unable to observe due to snipers. Your wishes?"
I wouldn't make it to either building under these conditions.
This was the nightmare scenario. Over 70% casualties including most of our specialists. But I still had two key pieces in play - the SLE in A, and a tunnel connecting it to the Data Center.
"South Gate, we're toast. Out of ordinance. Two enemy AFVs and a bulldozer remaining. Gate barriers breached by bangalore."
"EOD, forlorn hope, satchel charges." And there went my bomb techs.
"Alluh Akbar," Mo joked in reply, and went silent.
Sometimes you've got to do things yourself.
Stripped of everything else, we had the Data Center and the SLE.
"Aftershock. A building collapsing."
No no no!
The Data Center was rated for a 9.0 ... but we couldn't get staff to it to defend it with snipers all over the place.
"Vehicle status, security trucks."
"Truck 2, in the game." One and three, well, sorry.
"Start shuttling React and guards to the Data Center. Watch for those AFVs."
"Copy."
"ATGM! Brewing up!"
"Truck 2 destroyed."
An enemy with truly heavy weapons - anti tank guided missiles - was hard news and no mistake. They could breach the Data Center sally port with that shit.
And I had jack all to stop them with. Even a first-generation ATGM like a Sagger had the range to punish us with impunity beyond our ability to reply.
"Data Center reports by landline, jamming resumed."
My OPs were out of the game. I stood to get a better look, and the orange vest Employee smiled in glee and tapped my head.
I obediently sat down cross legged where I had stood.
The handful of surviving guards looked at each other. One checked my pulse.
"Dead," the referee said with some satisfaction.
"Break out east," a guard said. The four ... no, three ... started running broken-field style, towards the bicycle racks nearby.
None made it.
"Break. Terminate Operational Exercise. Hotwash in twenty minutes."
God, I hate losing so much.
But losing this way is so much better than losing any other way.
"We have just experienced an earthquake. Please remain calm and do not rush outside. Managers report casualties and damage by building."
The radio reports come flooding into Security Control. Broken windows, falling objects, structural failures. Casualties and damage.
"Main Gate to Control, [SQUELCH], we are under attack, numbers four vehicles numbers thirty attackers."
"H as in Hotel building is on fire on the 1st floor. The Fire Brigade will respond all apparatus to the H as in Hotel building now. We have persons trapped on 3, 4 and 5."
"Code Triage Internal, Infirmary. Code Triage Internal, Infirmary."
That last meant that the infirmary was itself a casualty of the event. Shit hell damn fuck.
"Stretcher Bearer teams, conduct disaster
reconnaissance in your areas and report findings by runner, repeat runner only."
Then the radios stopped working as if someone had flicked a switch. Wyatt said calmly, "We are being jammed. ELINT is working the problem. Radios and wifi cells are down."
"Evens to me," I ordered. That gave me a nucleus of six armed guards at once. Shane Shreve was an odd. Not accidental.
"Follow me," I said over my shoulder as we headed out the door to the nearest truck.
An employee rushed up wearing a bright orange vest just as we cleared the building entrance. She pouted.
"The building behind you has just collapsed. Security Control is offline."
Oh goddamn it. I did a little math in my head. Then I took my team to the picnic table outside the cafeteria and gave orders, pointing as needed.
"Establish triage. Establish staging. Give me an Incident Command Post, right here. Feed React Teams to the south perimeter as they report. Turn over triage to the first two Stretcher Bearer teams. I want binoculars on the front gate fight. Two guards, one vehicle, gun up, you are the final reaction force. MOVE."
The primary command post was Security Control. The secondary was H4. The tertiary was now right here, right now.
"Armory has collapsed and is inaccessible. We have many casualties in the Children's Area and the Dormitory. The H5 fire has progressed to two."
I pushed two more stretcher bearer teams to C building for the casualties. A runner reported back from Infirmary.
"Fifty percent casualties including all trained medical personnel. Your orders?"
"Facilities will evaluate all damaged buildings that have not collapsed, immediately. Fire Brigade will abandon firefighting in H building and go to rescue only. EP team will extract SLE and VPs from H4 at once, to here. Establish battle dressing station at a safe distance from C dock for dormitory and children's area survivors."
The Facilities report came in. Buildings A and D were OK. Building B was on the verge of collapse. C had collapsed and would collapse more shortly. E and F were moderate damage. G was OK. H was now fully involved on all floors.
"Fire Brigade will conduct hasty strike rescue in C building only. Stretcher Bearer teams will establish disaster command for B and will conduct hasty strike rescue in B. No Fire Brigade members will enter B. Set up a defensive water operation around H and let it burn."
The SLE arrived at the Incident Command Post. I started to give him a ringdown. He put a hand on my shoulder.
"It's all yours," he said, and went to help in the children's area. I stopped his EP team lead.
"The SLE will not go into C building. Force is authorized."
He nodded and chased his protectee.
"VPs of HR and Facilities confirmed killed. VP Site Ops is in the Data Center coordinating recovery operation there. Facilities teams are focused on emergency generator power for Data Center. "
God, what a mess.
"Start working up a head count," I ordered. "I need one repeat one Fire Brigade crew to attempt access to the armory in B. One crew only. How's the gate fight?"
"Second wave of attackers repulsed. Eight friendly casualties, two expectant, two immediate, four delayed."
In other words, four expectant. "Hold them there. Keep feeding React teams to the gate. I need an OP on Boot Hill and on G rooftop immediately. Use survivors from H5."
"We have perimeter intrusion, north perimeter, unarmed group of fifty, mixed ages and genders. Signage and bullhorns."
"Warning shots ordered. Killing agitators authorized. Sharon, take it."
"Sharon is dead."
"Arturo?"
"Expectant."
"Brooke?"
"Yo!" she called from staging, and handed her clipboard to an Employee manager.
"Repel the north perimeter intrusion. Boot them in the ass, do not piss on them, assume they're actually armed."
"Copy."
"Aftershock!" warned the employee in the orange vest.
"Evacuate B and C now!" I roared, knowing it was likely too late. Sure enough, it was.
"One fire crew killed in B. Five stretcher bearer teams in B and C lost. SLE is safe."
"Consolidate survivors in A, G, the motor pool and here."
"Riot in the trash yard."
"Kill all participating prisoners immediately. Status on established OPs?"
"Boot Hill reports north perimeter intrusion suppressed with casualties. G rooftop reports numbers eight vehicles with numbers fifty effectives attacking South Gate with medium weapons right now."
Grenades, Molotovs, light machine guns ... "... and RPGs." Make that heavy weapons. The gate was not going to hold.
"Consolidate a defense around A and G buildings immediately. Motor pool, all working vehicles to A and G docks now. Disable all non working vehicles."
I looked around.
"Able bodied survivors, we are moving to G building. Pick up all food and water containers we can reach. Time to go."
"Enemy sniper fire, hills to north and east."
I ducked. The orange vest walked fearlessly among us, tapping people on their shoulders.
"Smoke, flank right thirty, move move move! Brooke! Suppress me those snipers!"
"Unable," she shouted back from her suddenly slumped position below me on the hillside. She held her leg in both hands.
I broke squelch on radio and started shouting. Amazing the radios worked.
"Save what you can! Save what you can! A and G! A and G! Runners, pass the word! Save what you can, A and G!"
"Boot Hill off the air, enemy commandos close in. G roof unable to observe due to snipers. Your wishes?"
I wouldn't make it to either building under these conditions.
This was the nightmare scenario. Over 70% casualties including most of our specialists. But I still had two key pieces in play - the SLE in A, and a tunnel connecting it to the Data Center.
"South Gate, we're toast. Out of ordinance. Two enemy AFVs and a bulldozer remaining. Gate barriers breached by bangalore."
"EOD, forlorn hope, satchel charges." And there went my bomb techs.
"Alluh Akbar," Mo joked in reply, and went silent.
Sometimes you've got to do things yourself.
Stripped of everything else, we had the Data Center and the SLE.
"Aftershock. A building collapsing."
No no no!
The Data Center was rated for a 9.0 ... but we couldn't get staff to it to defend it with snipers all over the place.
"Vehicle status, security trucks."
"Truck 2, in the game." One and three, well, sorry.
"Start shuttling React and guards to the Data Center. Watch for those AFVs."
"Copy."
"ATGM! Brewing up!"
"Truck 2 destroyed."
An enemy with truly heavy weapons - anti tank guided missiles - was hard news and no mistake. They could breach the Data Center sally port with that shit.
And I had jack all to stop them with. Even a first-generation ATGM like a Sagger had the range to punish us with impunity beyond our ability to reply.
"Data Center reports by landline, jamming resumed."
My OPs were out of the game. I stood to get a better look, and the orange vest Employee smiled in glee and tapped my head.
I obediently sat down cross legged where I had stood.
The handful of surviving guards looked at each other. One checked my pulse.
"Dead," the referee said with some satisfaction.
"Break out east," a guard said. The four ... no, three ... started running broken-field style, towards the bicycle racks nearby.
None made it.
"Break. Terminate Operational Exercise. Hotwash in twenty minutes."
God, I hate losing so much.
But losing this way is so much better than losing any other way.
