BGG: Landing Zone - Part I

The zodiac jetted across the ocean wave silently as the each focused on getting into the proper head space. They were a rambunctious trio when it came time to work the put it all to the side. Mal sat in the back guiding the Zodiac tot he far part of the island to get to there LZ.

Dogo said in the front binoculars up looking along the shoreline for any unwanted surprises. His eyes focused.

Cain had a hand skimming the water with a faraway look, brow slightly furrowed. He stretched a foot to get Dogo attention. ‘There's a bloom of phytoplankton in the water.’ Cain motioned silently.

Dogo gave a blank look not knowing what that meant or how that effected the mission.

“English,” Mal reminded his brother, finger spelling with his left hand to keep his right on the rudder.

Cain huffed. ‘The water will glow when it’s disturbed.’ He motioned slowly having to finger spell a word or two. ‘Tonight.’ he added.

“We’ll be long gone,” Mal signed back.

‘Better to know just in case.’ Cain motioned.

‘Well be out before the sunset.’ Dogo motioned his agreement.

‘Good otherwise they’re going to have a really easy target if we make our escape after the sun sets.’ Cain motioned.

“In, Set, Out,” Mal signed. He knew better than to expect a cake walk.

Kimura’s intel had gotten aerial pictures and coordinates, and sources confirmed the plant where Carbon Copy was being made. The boys going in was more of a formality, damage control, as they wanted to do as little damage as possible to the island itself. Go, set a few charges, get out and detonate.

On the North Shore of the island was a resort area, built up and likely inhabited. They’d be entering from the southwest, largely jungle overgrowth.

They were radio silent from Kimura, back at home base, for the time being - again, intel provided that communications were heavily moderated to preserve privacy. The island itself was owned exclusively by Aristotle Andreas, and it was situated in international waters. They couldn’t just get a warrant, make an arrest, this was really the only way to ensure operations would be shut down, for the time being anyway. Destroy the supply chain, it was putting a bandaid on the problem, a temporary fix, but at least it would slow it down.

The engine cut as soon as the waves were able to carry to the zodiac to shore, Dogo and Cain jumping out to haul it form the water to shore.

Mal gave a series of hand signals. Dogo on point, Cain in the middle, he’d cover their six.

Dogo and Cain fell silently into line with practiced ease and the walked into the thick brush. The tropical birds cittering in tha canopy above.

Dogo led, eyes sharp, brushing aside the all foliage deeper into the island, occasionally checking his map to keep on track.

Mal trailed behind, making sure nothing crept up on them.