Kamp Kuzma: The Operators' Campgrounds (For Operating)

"What? Oh sorry." Lance calmed and his muscles relaxed. But his stance still held sights of tense. What he was up to wasn't probaly exploring local pubs or visiting brothels.
"This is a kind of personal matter. I must do it but fist I'd like to have yout permission, sir."

Kei slapped Lance on the back and laughed, "sure thing, Lance, I understand you've got your things to do and it'd be pretty cruel of me as Captain not to let you attend to them." Kei's face turned serious, "But if it is anything that will jepeordise the safety of the crew or the submarine. I'll come there personally and kick your ass."

Kei stared dead into Lance's eyes before laughing and slapping his back one more time, "Anyway, you take care, I believe we have surfaced now. I'll meet you up at the top deck."

Lance clearly senced the way Keirova was looking on him. The eyes of someone ready to kill in cold blod. He encountered many of them and left them dying when seeing his own eyes.
"Sir, you know I'd rather die then endanger my crew. I promise that me going there will not have any impact or this sub or it's crew."
Then Lance turned and left for his room.

*inside Lance's quarters*
Lance hanged his issued USP and from under the bed he took two cases. Inside were dissasembled handgun and rifle. He started asebling in precise, practiced moved automated over the years of service.
After he assembled it turned to be SOCOM Mk. 23. Standart sidearm of US Special Forces. The second one was M4. Then he got a small box from under his pillow. Inside was a photography of seven man and six dogtags imprinted in navy style.
"So guys... I think here it is... We can finally complete what we started... Like ol' Dick told us."
Then he packed his stuff and headed outside.

At the top of the deck, (I'm gonna say all four of us are assembled here already)

Kei turned to the three who had just arrived, "Ah, you guys are finally here. Come on then, our ride is waiting." Kei points to a rubber dingy with a motor being inflated by a group of crewmen. One of them approaches Kei, giving a salute and Kei saluting back. "Captain, the transport is ready."

Kei nodded as he walked over to the dingy, saluting the crewmen who were standing next to it and they saluted back before leaving and going back into the submarine. Kei turned to the three, "Well, let's get going"

Anzei looked at the rubber dingy. He saw one of those before, when he became a mercenary in blackwater a few years back. He took out his 50 cal revolver and checked the bullets. Then he found a speck on the barrel. He took out his handkerchief and whipped it of, making it clean again.

"Shichi's ready, so I'm ready. Let's go!" He said as he jumped to the boat, being the first one to get in. "Let's go hunt some ram."

"Kay then, everyone else in?" (I'm just gonna write that you're all in) Kei asked after everyone had boarded on. "Alright then, hold on." Kei, standing behind the dingy, pushed it off the top deck of the submarine and it dropped down onto the water surface, creating a large splash and impact for the three. Kei looked down and with one word, he jumped down into the water.

"ATREYUUUUUUUU!"

Splash, Kei dropped into the water, popping his head back up a few moments later and climbing onto the dingy. "Alright then, let's get going." Kei started up the motor and they sped off towards the island's shoreline.

*After a small amount of time they reach the island and get a local transport company to help get them to the forest for the ram hunting.After a two hour drive to the heart of the island forest the men stop after hearing a large growl that seems to tear the heavens, and their ears, and a broad path of trees that seem to have been punched and beaten down in a ragged path*
*Dark looks at book "Island huntin' : Extreme Game"*
"Looks likes thats the sign of it.The Cretean Ram, a 7 tonne, 20 foot beast of pure muscle. Known to be extremely aggressive and one of the most dangerous of legged wild game. Historically, the createan ram has been called by a variety of name such as Sluvkjr, Ovis Exterminatum, and most widely known, the minotaur."
*holds up book to show picture of the ram*
"Heres the picture so that you guys know how to find it,doesn't seem that hard, considering its pretty big and left us a trail here"

" Really though, I can't believe you guys actually wanted to come along for this, I was almost sure I would have to call in CAS for this, so what kind of weapons did you guys bring?Tanks?Rocket launchers?Perhaps even afew man portable grenade launchers in case you guys wanna have some fun?"

Anzei took out his revolver and gave a big smile.

"I just bought Shichi today, sorry, no tanks or rocket launchers here. So how's the plan? I hope it's 'Rush in and let fate do the rest' plan." He said with a small laugh.

Ah well, lets see what I brought in my trunk
*looks into the trunk of the car and pulls out a weapons crate that appears to be hollowed out without foam or plastic for storage*
"Hm...Well I have a fishing rod,two RKG-3s, afew caltrops,duct tape, matches, and a baseball bat."

"Dark-san, do we need it dead or alive?" He asked while looking around. He kept polishing his Shichi as he talked.

"Well considering that they taste best an hour after killed and getting this back to the village will take atleast 6 hours, we need it in a mixture between dead and alive, severe trauma should probably put it into a comatose state or knock it out, at the very least we need to incapacitate it.I doubt we can kite it all the way back to the village so we need to do all the fighting here"

"This is the most ridiculous thing I will have ever done. . . on second thought, no, I've been through worse. I suggest we cripple it, shoot its legs or break it's spinal cord or something. Luckily, I've got the gun approapriate for this." Kei takes out a VSSK 12.7mm anti-material rifle.

"Shall we hunt us some ram?"

Anzei looked at the rifle Keirova was holding while he polished his revolver.

"I'm more a handgun person myself. You guys don't mind if I'm the bait right?" He said while showing his Smith & Wesson Model 500 HIVIZ named as 'Shichi' to everyone. Suddenly, with a push of a button, a blade popped out from the tip of the barrel curving to the handle. "You know, blade and all." He said with a grin, excited on hunting the ram.

Meh alright then if you say so *hands keys to jeep to Anzei and rips out the radio antenna and places baseball into the newly made hole and tapes it down.Dark then sets it on fire with the matches*
Kei and I will find a good shooting point and then I'll proceed to make a tripwire trap with the caltrops and the RKG-3s when the beast is all stuck we'll have kei take it down .We'll call you on this radio *hands over two way radio* when we find a good spot and are ready with the trap, I'll line it with duct tape so that you know where to go. Oh and make sure you call that your coming through with it BEFORE it's on us.It doesn't like fire or noise so keep active.

For Lance whole trip was quite a boring rutine since he has done it too many times when he was in SEALs. After they reached the port he found a willing man with a boat to drive him to land. He ended in Haugesund where he rented a car after taking some money from one of his bank accounts. Then he drove all the way to Stavanger. He arrived at nightfall.

*Stavanger*
Lance remembered the layout of city and found out it didn't changed much. After a while he parked before one enstabilishemnt.
"Happy High-heel lady"
He went in and get himself to the bar. He sat down and waited for the barman.
"Kan jeg få deg noe?" The barman asked.
"Give me Bayer Uten."
"Right away, sir."
Barman after a while brought a bottle of dark beer and a glass.
"Hey lad. Where can I found Joel?"
Joel was as far as Lance remembered old slimeball, drug dealer and hopefully still an owner of this estabilisment.
"Who asks?" Bartenders face didn't changed.
"Tell him it's Boris Aleksandrovich Lukyanenko."
The name he used was an old code, but luckily it'll force Joel not to do anyhing stupid. The name he used refered that he's one of those guys who is armed, extremly dangerous, not alone and seeking information. It was used by KGB back in days of cold war when they mantained cintacts with undergrounds of many states. Lance found about this by pure mistake on account of SPECNAZ.
The bartender returned and Lance found that he fears him now. Little changes in his stance and face were too clear.
He brought him into back where they met a few of easy girls. Then into some office where Lance found Joel.
"Mr. Lukyanenko, boss."
"Okay. Now get out."
The dors closed.
"So I take you're not realy Mr. Lukyanenko, because his agency felt years ago." Joel was clearly nervous.
"Maybe, but I know enought to get you in jail and what I seek is an information about your ex-colegue."
"So you a hitman? Going after reward?"
"Maybe and maybe not. Petter Dickert, does ring a bell."
Joel leaned back.
"Petter? Yes he's now one of bosses around here. More important then me. He have connections with Russians and Triad and anywhere where Commies had their fingers. Too dangerous if you want to take him alone. Someone placed a bounty?"
"No. We just want to take back something he stole."
"May you be... American perhaps?"
Lance was surprised he didn't expected that but manged to hold his hard face.
"Do I look like one? Why do you ask?"
Lance was lucky that he ws half-japanese. Many people don't recognize half and full asian.
"Well it's just a rumor, but some are saying that back durring Cold war he was trusted by both sides and when Americans send their black ops here to kill someone important he set a trap with KGB and got all of them."
"Not all you blody bastard."
"Why are you telling me all this?"
"Because I feel that you're some fucked up maggot who is going on his own death."
"Just tell me where I can find him."
"Why should I?" Joel smiled as a true slimeball he was.

"We should prepare the trap soon" Kei said as he retreated deeper into the woods with Dark, carrying all the equipment necessary while Anzei drove off with the jeep, acting as bait for the ram

Alright then. *Takes string from fishing rod and wraps tightly around one end around a small sapling and then continues to wrap it around two other trees to its right,skipping trees in between, and then weaving back to the left, making it so that if the line would be touched, not only would the grenades set off in the middle but it would held in place for it to explode.Then Dark taped about 4 caltrops onto the grenades and spread it around the middle and at the edge of the line web.*

Kei watched as Dark set up his trap, he observed the minotaur running amuck chasing after Anzei. Kei hid himself inside a large bush, his VSSK ready and his eyes on the minotaur.

Anzei rode down the rocky path, his right arm on the wheel while hi left was holding his revolver. He gave a big grin and looked behind him, he aimed his revolver and fired a round, then a second after the first. Even with the revolver's high knock back Anzei managed to keep it still, a thing he learned in his years of being an adventurer.

"Take that you big brute! WATASHI WA ANZEI-SAMA DES!!!" He shouted as he fired a couple more. Then he took the two way radio, "Ne, Dark-san, what now? He's kinda slowing down..." He shot another two bullets, this time in the air. He was really making some noise.

*now up in a nearby tree* That's a negative,Anzei, from what I can see he's probably even madder than before, Alright your coming up on the trap, I need you to speed up and go to the side of it then return to the other side of the trap, the Minotaur will head straight for the trap in front of you.
*yells down to kei*
You ready?