10 Serialisation of the book 'Uprising' 1st book in the 'Corpalism' series - by Arun D Ellis

Sgt Smith spread the map out on the canteen table, encouraging the two men with him to lean in and take a look, “Ok, code name for the mission is Able Duck…”

“What?” this from a florid, heavy set police officer. “Oh well done Lardy, you fucking prat,”

“I kinda like it, Dan,” said Sgt Smith, “and don’t call me that.”

“Yeah well you would,” said Dan, “you don’t have to go out on these missions, do you.”

“I’m not scared, if that’s what you mean,” answered Sgt Smith.

“Able fucking what?” asked the other. “And what bright spark thought that one up?”

“Okay, okay, Dick, not you as well” said Sgt Smith, “it’s too late now ‘cause it’s in the log but next time I’ll get a more macho code name.”

“No, you won’t,” said Dan, “I know you, you’ll give us some gay shit, and so next time you check with us first and we’ll give you the fucking code name.”

“Just give us the mission.” said Dick.

“Okay,” said Sgt Smith, “Dick, you’re gonna be Team 1, code name Tango One….”

“Fuckin’ original,” interrupted Dan, “another one of your ideas, Lardy?”

“Anyway, Dick,” continued Sgt Smith, “your job’s to grab the package. Dan you’re Team 2, code name…”

“Let me guess,” Dan interrupted again, “Tango Two.” Sgt Smith huffed and stared down at the map. “Knew it, Tango fucking Two.”

“Look, it’s in the log now and everyone else has the code words,” said Sgt Smith.

“Marvelous,” said Dick.

“Can we get back to business?” asked Sgt Smith, “I mean it’s why we’re here, right.”

“Just get on with it,” said Dan.

“Team 2, code name,” Sgt Smith paused briefly, “Tango Two…”

“Knew it,” said Dan.

“Tango Two will provide crowd control,” continued Sgt Smith, “which will hopefully be straightforward at that time of night.”

“Idiot,” hissed Dan under his breath.

“You said the target has martial arts skills?” questioned Dick.

“That’s what it looks like on the footage,” said Sgt Smith.

“Okay,” said Dick, “so we, as in Team 1, leave from Stn 114 at 03:15 hrs (i.e. base) and travel 4 miles to the target. Shouldn’t take more’n 15 mins to get there”

“And Team 2 leaves from Stn 159 at 03:30 hrs travelling 2 miles to target,” said Sgt Smith.

“ETA?” Dick was impatient now to be out of the briefing.

“And where’s the target now?” asked Dan.

“ETA is a variable, Dick – you’ll arrive first, as you say 15 mins or so, makes it about 03.30 hrs and Dan will let you know when he’s in position. We don’t want any fast driving; the Guardian’s aren’t built for speed.”

“Why we can’t use one of the ordinary cars I don’t know” muttered Dick, “at least they’re fast”

“They’re too obvious” Sgt Smith said firmly.

“Too obvious? You don’t call a fucking great armour-plated 4 x 4 obvious?”

Smith puffed out his chest, “we’re lucky to have the Guardians at our disposal, we need to make use of them or they’ll be re-deployed”.

“Hey you two, where’s the target now?” Dan shook his head and puffed out his cheeks, “I don’t care what I drive and anyway I’m the one having to go over to Stn 159 to pick the fucking thing up” He threw up a hand to forestall Sgt. Smith’s no doubt lengthy explanation. “It’s ok, I don’t mind…just tell me where the fucking target is?”

“Well that’s a small issue at the minute,” answered Sgt Smith, “target is here” he pointed to a spot on the map, “on MacMillan Mount, as in 3/4 mile from his flat.”

“Where we’re meant to acquire the target,” said Dan.

“Exactly,” answered Sgt Smith, “but we fully expect him to be home at the due time.”

“Why?” asked Dick.

“Because we have no reason to suppose he won’t return home for the night,” said Sgt Smith.

“You mean you’re bloody well hoping he will,” said Dan, “especially as you’ve gone and got everyone all excited and togged up for this caper….”

“Yeah,” said Dick, “he’d better be there Lardy, I hate sitting about for nothing at that time of the morning.”

“Don’t call me that,” said Sgt Smith.

“What about choppers?” asked Dick.

“There’ll be 2 birds in the air,” answered Sgt Smith, “1 techy to monitor the target and 1 ground contact support bus to help if there are any issues.”

“This is only one bloke we’re picking up, isn’t it?”

“Are they authorised to pile in and help, if and when required?” asked Dick.

“Well, kinda,” said Sgt Smith.

“What the fuck does kinda mean?” demanded Dan. “This bloke must be well dodgy if you’ve got all this set up?”

“You know what it means,” snarled Dick, “it means we’ll be stuck with our dicks hanging out in the wind whilst lard-arse here tries to wake his super for clearance to engage any hostile contacts.”

“I don’t like this,” said Dan, “last time we went out on one of these jobbies things turned nasty and I lost 2 guys before clearance to engage was given. The duty was too shit scared to raise his super.”

“Well that won’t happen with me boys,” said Sgt Smith, “you know I’ll be bashing his door down to get clearance.”

“Well I’d rather have it up front,” said Dan.

“I can’t give you that,” grimaced Sgt Smith, “but I won’t let you guys down.”

“No you won’t, Lardy” said Dan, “because if you do we’ll come back here and face fuck you with a regulation issue baton.”

“Don’t call me that” said Sgt Smith, “an’ there’s no need to threaten me, I won’t let you down.”

“Well you’d fucking better not,” stated Dan, “I mean it, Lard…Smithy.”

“I know,” said Sgt Smith, “I won’t.” Dan pointed his finger at Sgt Smith’s face. “I won’t.”

“Okay,” said Dick, “we’d better move our teams up to kick off point.”

Sgt Smith nodded. As they left the room Dick and Dan both pointed at Sgt Smith.

“I won’t,” he said, “I mean it guys.”

“Fuckin’ better not,” said Dick.

Cheers for reading

Arun





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