Nebula
TNPer
The AFI vessel sailed on the edge of the convoy.
It was a dark ship, only as long as a semi-truck, and slim in its build. It was completely black and had only a single machine gun turret above the bridge, where two agents manned the controls.
Belowdecks, another agent manned the engine room. The rest of the agents had gathered in the dining space, the only area with room for a mission briefing.
"Each day," said Commander Nyx, "a stealth aircraft will fly over rural Guslantis and drop a pod. This pod will have eight newspaper-sized quadricopter drones inside of it. The pod will parachute to the ground and open.
This is where we come in. We will take control of the drones and scout the area where the pod was dropped. It will fall in a different spot each day--- we'll know exactly where as it will send out a homing signal on a certain frequency."
"Won't they know where it is?" asked an agent.
"They will," said the commander, "but we can self destruct it once the drones are out. We only need it to transmit for a couple seconds before we trigger the C4."
"Why don't we just launch them from this ship?" asked another.
"Batteries. They only last so long."
"How can we maintain contact from that far?"
"We'll be using the military satellite transmitters in orbit to bounce the signal back over to us. This'll suck a lot of juice, so we only get 15 minutes or so of recon time."
"What's the purpose of this?" asked the first.
"They want intel on possible landing sites. That's all I know. Any other questions?"
No one answered.
"All right, men. We're a few days out from the Guslant coast. Once we get there, we're working at night only. Start adjusting your sleep schedule."
"Sir!" The agents saluted and left the room.
It was a dark ship, only as long as a semi-truck, and slim in its build. It was completely black and had only a single machine gun turret above the bridge, where two agents manned the controls.
Belowdecks, another agent manned the engine room. The rest of the agents had gathered in the dining space, the only area with room for a mission briefing.
"Each day," said Commander Nyx, "a stealth aircraft will fly over rural Guslantis and drop a pod. This pod will have eight newspaper-sized quadricopter drones inside of it. The pod will parachute to the ground and open.
This is where we come in. We will take control of the drones and scout the area where the pod was dropped. It will fall in a different spot each day--- we'll know exactly where as it will send out a homing signal on a certain frequency."
"Won't they know where it is?" asked an agent.
"They will," said the commander, "but we can self destruct it once the drones are out. We only need it to transmit for a couple seconds before we trigger the C4."
"Why don't we just launch them from this ship?" asked another.
"Batteries. They only last so long."
"How can we maintain contact from that far?"
"We'll be using the military satellite transmitters in orbit to bounce the signal back over to us. This'll suck a lot of juice, so we only get 15 minutes or so of recon time."
"What's the purpose of this?" asked the first.
"They want intel on possible landing sites. That's all I know. Any other questions?"
No one answered.
"All right, men. We're a few days out from the Guslant coast. Once we get there, we're working at night only. Start adjusting your sleep schedule."
"Sir!" The agents saluted and left the room.