End of Days (The Official Report)

Regardless of what reports there is out there, this and only this report is the true account of what really happened.

The battle was set to rid the Al Queda rebels in a little known place called Al Cabideche, in the province of Al Cascais. Places hardly known outside of the news media for its skirmishes. But this was to change.

With role call set for 8am the troops rallied at the rendezvous, 40 clicks from the target zone. Fenrir, responsible for the forward march, had been cruelly subjected to torture the previous day and was still suffering. An enemy spy managed to spike his last meal with the terrifying bug of Salmonella. Unknown, he willing gulped down his meal laced with the bug. On the day of battle a last call of order was deemed before meeting up with the troops. He was to fight to survive. Had he been knocked out, stripping the Wolf Pack of one of their leaders? No, he managed to take an antidote as soon the effects started. His astute awareness skills of a wolf honed in immediately to the cause, along with the years of a battle hardened stomach, not much will keep him down. He called ahead to Pariah, warning there was a spy infiltrated in the company’s mess, and he was to be eliminated at first sight. Mr Bean was the spy’s covert name; this was to be his last act of espionage, Pariah made sure of that. Fenrir, gathered his strength and made his way through the thick fog to the rendezvous. The weather must have been an omen of things to come…
On arrival, Fenrir was met with a sight that would dishearten any battle hardened soldier. More than half of the company were MIA. God damn, were there no real men out there! With the few good men, they drove in their armoured vehicles to the kill zone. Late but not defeated.

With battle plans drawn, the first battle soon took place. Heretic along with his black ops had done the recon and the enemy were no where to be seen. As we approached the kill zone the enemy broke fire. Heretic took full advantage of his new play thing, a brand new cannon strapped to his chest as if it was a new born baby, was taking sniper position, Pariah took point, Fenrir still suffering, supplied cover fire. The enemy had dug themselves in deep, this was not going to be easy. They had the upper hand and cover. The wolves being hunters couldn’t sit and wait for the prey to come out and play, they hunted, and hunted until first blood was drawn. The enemy took their fist casualty but all this led to was them digging themselves in even deeper. The mortars and the grenades were coming in fast, Pariah was pinned, Heretic wasn’t getting any clear shots and the rest of the company was making little ground. Fenrir, called for sniper cover fire to move forward from Pariah, and as he did, he took a hit to his MP5, knocking out the magazine. Without a weapon, Fenrir did what could only be done in these circumstances, draw fire from the well hidden enemy, sacrificing himself so as the rest of the wolf pack could get a point on their positions. Fenrir, went down but was not fatally wounded, he would be back to lead the onslaught later that day.

The battles moved from the townships to the thick woodland, both sides taking losses. Helicopters flew backwards and forward carrying the dead and wounded. Grenades, mortars, and landmines were making their mark, but throughout, the enemy were consistent, they were not going to make this day easy. Never has the wolf pack encountered such an elusive counterpart. They needed all their experience and patience to rid the earth of such evil, a task not met until the end of days final curtain play.

With the black ops doing their best and Alpha Company taking heavy losses the battles moved to more open fields. The enemy played into the wolf pack’s hand falling back on their strategy of digging deep waiting for the offensive to come. With no decent cover for the enemy, Fenrir flared his fangs with the prospect of easy kills. His desire for revenge was overwhelming after nearly being taken out earlier that day. The signs were as clear as day as he approached the open field. He started stripping off all un-necessary equipment, the troops watched in awe, had Fenrir succumbed to the attempted assignation or was this a sign of pure military genius? The wolf pack regrouped on the outskirts, they hadn’t done this all day as this was too dangerous. All the pack leaders in one place was an opportunity no enemy would miss to capitalise on, but Fenrir was confident they had the upper hand. The orders were simple; show no mercy!

With this in mind the game was on. Heretic broke left, Pariah close behind and a sympathiser to the right. Fenrir ran forward taking the middle ground, he got pinned and was under heavy fire, he looked back saw Heretic using his new toy making ground on the enemy positions, Pariah was giving him cover fire. The sym was quickly taken out in an act of bravado. Fenrir knew it was now or never, with a move that was to symbolise the day and to be written in the analogues of battle forever, he rushed out into open ground, putting the enemy under a hail of paint, they had seen him but took the predictable defensive action and moved into Heretic’s line of fire, making his kill all too easy. Fenrir ran onto the next position and as predictable as the first, this kill was going to be easy. The enemy cowered in a fetal position unable to dig a hole, Fenrir showed no mercy and let rip a barrage of fire taking out what was later known to be the enemy’s medicine man. Never has any man cried out so loud for his mother. This made Fenrir howl a call of victory that echoed around the hills sending a shiver down the spineless enemy’s back. They knew who was in charge and the wolf pack could taste victory.

As the morning closed the wolf pack took losses, but the enemy had learnt nothing. The pack continued to hunt and as long as Fenrir was hungry nothing was going to stop him. The enemy took heavy losses, so much that in the last battle it all became child ’s play. They were out gunned and over powered, and with one final play Fenrir went out with his pack and took out all the enemy on his own with the support fire of Black Ops and Alpha Company, with this the enemy were shattered, nothing remained but paint and broken dreams on the field. With this final battle over the wolf pack re-gathered and howled in victory letting it be known to all, that no one can hide from the wolves!