Polskan Marine Corps Training Grounds.
Polskan Marine Corps Training Grounds.
060 Hours, Local Time.
A line of Marine Corps trainees are standing at attention in their uniforms. All of them stern, standing tall and strong.
The room is a long room, with 2 rows of pillars in the center, a door in the front and the back, Lines of bunks on either side behind the Pillars. The trainees are standing within the pillars, In their BDUs
A drill sergeant walks in from the front entrance.
"Alright, retards, morning time inspection!"
He walks down the corridor of privates at a brisk pace.
He nearly passes a man, stops, and backs up a step to face him.
"Private Kleicowski, where the fuck is your cover!" He yells
"I lost it drill sergeant!" The private says
"I'm sorry private, but I don't think I heard that correctly, did you say you lost your cover?"
"Yes sir, that is what I said!"
The sergeant strikes him.
"Shut the fuck up, I ain't no 'Sir' I'm a sergeant for gods sake I don't work for a living!"
"Do a round of 50. From now on you will make sure that everyone has their covers, and you will find yours, do we understand each other, private?"
"Yes drill sergeant!"
"Good."
The Drill Sergeant walks down the row of privates, quickly glancing at each one.
"Alright."
"Everyone's weekend passes are revoked because Private 'I dont have a cover' shoved his cover up his ass."
"Today is range day, You have 3 minutes to report to the armoury to retrieve your rifles. Go!"
The Privates all hustle out of the barracks, through the front entrance and out the door.
The barracks is located in a large compound, with several other identical looking barracks' next to it. There's a few other logistical buildings as well as administration buildings towards the north, in the south is the motor pool, and in the center/east of the yard, there is massive field full of obstacle courses, tracks, and other training facilities. Further in that direction is another building, this is the armoury, and near is is a large outdoor shooting range, which is near the motor pool.
The privates run a path towards the armoury.
Its a beautiful sunny day in New Kiev, the temperature is nice and cool, as it is the middle of spring in Polsk.
A rare sight to see.
The privates run into the armoury, where they each retrieve their rifles, clear them, and head to the range.
They are given MA-5C Assault Rifles. to begin their rifle training .
They head to the range to begin practicing, and the drill sergeant follows them all the way.
They once again line up, rifles in the down ready position.
"You all have seen and worked with an MA-5C assault rifle before."
"You each know the ins and outs of your rifle."
"Now you get to use it."
"Can one of you low lifes tell me the four basic rules of firearm safety?"
A private steps forward.
"Sergeant, treat every rifle as it if it were loaded, never let the muzzle point anything you don't want to kill, keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire, and be sure of your target and what is behind it."
The drill sergeant walks over to the Private.
Its a woman, shes in her early 20s, not short, not very tall.
"Who taught you how to shoot princess?"
"I did."
"Show me." The Sergeant steps out of her way and motions her to the firing line.
She steps on the firing line.
"Empty your rifle to 5 rounds, single shot, you hit 3 of the five shots you get your weekend pass back."
"Understood."
The woman unloads her rifle to five rounds, carefully placing each individual round on the table to the side of her.
She leans into the rifle a bit, and squeezes off 5 rounds.
four metal plinks are heard, indicating successful hits .
Beyond the shooting range an animal is heard howling out in pain.
The drill instructor stops.
"Everyone clear their weapons."
He looks over at the range safety officer.
"Clear the range!"
The safety officer takes a few seconds to clear everyone off the firing line, and to make sure everyone's weapons are unloaded.
"You're clear."
The drill sergeant and a few other NCOs walk out onto the range to investigate the sound.
There is a large mound of dirt behind the targets to prevent stray rounds from flying into the woods behind the range.
The Sergeant and his fellow NCOs walk over the mound.
Out of the woods comes limping a dog. He's wearing a collar which identifies him as an army dog. He has a large bite wound in his side, most likely from a bear. As it notices them the dog limps towards the group while whimpering but collapses half-way, blood trailing from him.
They hear a bit of rustling in the woods.
There is a large barbed wire fence that marks the borders of the compound.
"Jesus."
The surroundings are mostly woods, with a few outcropping of fields.
There is a small town a few miles away.
A bear comes charging out the woods.
It comes to a drastic stop as it notices all the soldiers, almost tripping over.
It slowly turns its head, panning over the gathered crown of people with a face that looks almost like it just realized what it stumbled into.
It slowly walks backwards with light steps into the woods. After backing a few meters into the foliage it turns and runs off into the forest.
"Looks like you almost shit yourself there, Zachiav." Says one of the NCOs
"Yeah."
"How'd this dog get loose? Bring him to the Vet."
Sergeant Zachiav, the drill sergeant, radios his find.
The team does first aid on the dog, and then carries it back to their camp.
The collar has no name or any sort of symbols on it. It is however chipped. The chip is registered to belong to a resident of the local village.
As they examine the dog further they find something odd. He has a few pieces of some sort of plant in his mouth. It also seems a bit disoriented and not showing as much pain as they'd assumed it would be in.
They take the plant out of his mouth, and examine it
They identify it as "Herba Somniorum" a genetically altered variant of the marijuana plant. The slang term for that drug is "spicy weed". It is much more potent and also more resilient than its parent. Even without processing the leaves contain a few intoxicating substances which work directly on consumption. Its most common consumptions however are through smoking or brewing.
Its mostly grown by more professional cartels due to its seeds being sold by only a few criminal gene-laboratories which keep the prices up. This is mostly made up for by the huge concentration of toxins in the plants and that they can grow in a much wider climate range than normal marijuana.
The drill sergeant sniffs the plant.
"Yep, spicy weed."
"Hoo hoooo someones gonna be in huge trouble today!"
"Get some more guys out here, figure out where he got that plant."
The sergeant receives a message that there's someone at the camp gate who says he suspects his dogs has entered the complex.
"Uh, copy, Cody and Jan are Oscar Mike."
He says into the radio.
He walks back to his training group, while the two other NCOs carry the dog to the gate.
The owner of the dog is confirmed when checking the chip data.
As they bring the dog to him he's shocked at the injuries it sustained. Upon questioning he states that he was just taking a walk on the fields nearby when his dog got loose, chasing after an animal of sorts, probably a rabbit. He tried following his dog as it ran through the fields but lost track of it once it entered the forest. After waiting for a while and searching through the forest without results he eventually came across the fence of the camp and figured why not ask there.
"My men found this in its mouth." Says a Lieutenant, now at the gate, he holds up a bag of the plant found in the dogs mouth.
"Any idea where it came from?"
"No, I never fed him any greens."
"Seems he fed himself, the plant, its herba somniorum, genetically modified Marijuana."
"Can only get it from drug runners and cartels."
He seems a bit shocked.
"My Rupert ate drugs?"
He turns to his dog.
"How do you always place yourselves in worse and worse situations."
The sweep of the perimeter is still commencing. The teams are tracking the path of the bear as well as looking for prints of the dog. Another team is patrolling along the fence.
As one of the soldiers trips on that patrol they stumble over a disguised hole in a segment of the fence that is deep within the forest. The hole is disguised very well so without a close inspection no-one would have guessed it would've been there.
After a while the other team also reports something. In a small area in the forest there is spicy weed growing amongst the normal herbs and shrubbery. After some further tracking they make out a covered-up trail going from the hole in the fence to the area and a second more woven trail which upon following leads to the camp.
Military police come and investigate, looking for DNA samples.
MPs begin looking for whoever planted the drugs there.
After a prolonged investigation, military police eventually crack down on a small drug ring run by a few people at the camp and two outsiders, though there could be more. They apparently planted the seized materials of another drug raid and ever so often on patrol harvested a bit of their grown product for themselves and a few others. The outsiders where mainly responsible for trafficking and selling a few drugs in the nearby towns with major profits. (Since its a quite high quality and rare drug)
Case resolved for now.
