[War] Canada: "Pwnzor'd"

[Dylan de Valk]

Pwnzor'd
July.28/2014
Master Sergeant Mattieu Montblanc, Somewhere in Azerbaijan
Canada

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Even though Iranian forces had crumbled as the NATO tsunami swept into
Azerbaijan, there had still been many targets for Canada's elite soldiers;
her snipers.

Back in 2002 in Afghanistan a Canadian sniper, Rob Furlong, had broken the
world record in the longest recorded kill, at 2430 meters with his Tac .50
rifle.  Not much had changed since then.  The world's deadliest snipers
still came out of the sniper school in Gagetown, New Brunswick.

12 years later, another sniper team had taken up position for overwatch near
the Iranian border in southern Azerbaijan.  They had been ordered to provide
cover for a light infantry company who were to clear out some caves and
ravines in the mountains.

Master Sergeant Mattieu Montblanc, Corporal Graham Busby, and Private Ashley
Havers had perched themselves nicely on a perfect little ledge that gave
them a view of several kilometres down the valley.  They had been camped
there for 5 hours now, with no action and sightings to speak of.  Busby was
getting ancy.

"Come on, you stupid fuckers.  Show your heads, please..." Busby muttered to
himself and he rubbed his hands.  Even in summer, high up in the mountains
like this, it was cold.

Havers overheard him.  "Well if you're THAT desperate for something to do, I
brought some cards.  Do you mind, Sergeant?"  Obviously, playing cards on a
mission like this was out of the question, but then, Montblanc had always
been an easy-going guy.

"No, as long we get to rotate who stands watch every 20 minutes."

"Heh, you always were a good one, sarge."

Montblanc took a swig of water, 'That's Sergeant to you, Private."  He put a
mocking emphasis on the last word and grinned.

A few minutes later, Havers and Busby were engrossed in a game of Texas
Hold-'Em.  Busby had just got a full house on the river to Havers' one pair
of aces when Montblanc shouted, "Contact!"

The two cardplayers scrambled to their positions.  Montblanc had sighted a
column of Iranian troops winding their way through a narrow defile, walking
towars to the Canadian light infantry, who were climbing uphill.  Numbers
looked pretty even.

Montblanc contacted the Captain down in the valley, and stated the
situation.  Even as the light infantry spread into combat formation and got
into cover, the Iranians walked on unsuspectingly.  Either they were very
brave or very stupid.

Havers got into position with her spotting glasses, which told her that the
enemy were 480 metres to the south and down, coming into the valley.  They
could see several soldiers with RPK's and RPG's.  An officer was visible
near the head of the column, which was walking in two's.  He looked to be a
captain or major.  You could never really tell with the way their uniforms
worked.

Busby was there to record everything that happened, so he got his vid equip
working, while Montblanc sighted in on the troops through his scope.

Havers: "That officer looks juicy.  He's at 483 metres.  Wind to the
southwest."

Crack.

"He's down!  Nice shot Sarge."  You could see, just now, seconds after the
shot, that the Iranians were just reacting to the sound of the shot, ducking
down and shouting.  The officer had no left shoulder as he collapsed in a
heap after being plucked several feet backwards from the bullet.  One
soldier had either seen the muzzle flash, or was psychic somehow.  An RPG
roared up towards them.  Montblanc screamed "RPG!  Duck!"

They all flattened themselves as the missile streaked past them to explode
of the rock face about 20m up the slope, showering them with small debris.
"Holy shit, those buggers." exclaimed Busby.

They quickly sighted in the man, who was reloading his RPG and within
seconds, just as he finished, Montblanc pulled the trigger.  The bullet
whistled down and hit the man in the dead centre in the torso, bursting out
of his back in a shower of blood and hitting the man behind him in the
shin.  The RPG man didn't have a chance, he was instantly killed.

Thankfully, no one else shot at them, and they quickly settled into a rhythm
of methodically scanning and taking out any soldiers showing signs of
leadership.

The process went on until they could not identify no other leaders.  Then
they went to work on the soldiers carrying the heavy weapons.

While this carried on, the infantry down in the valley were advancing in
short sprints between new cover, unnoticed until one Iranian spotted a squad
and fired his AK at them.  Grenades were thrown and launched, rifles fired,
and machines guns set-up.

>From the first shot, it took only 5 minutes before the Iranians had been
whittled down to half their original number. Subjected to demoralizing
sniper fire and a ground attack by superior troops, they waved a white
flag.  Nearly 100 Iranians were lying dead in the field at the cost and an
injured corporal, who had been shot in the right arm.

Later in the day as the snipers and the infantry officers debriefed the CO,
the Brigadier pulled up and came into the tent, proceeding the congratulate
them all.  He would nominate them for honours to acknowledge their
flawlessly executed mission earlier in the day.

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Actions:
1] blab about the war
2] waste some enemy troops
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