SWAP

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SWAP
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Special Weapon Assault Police

3A Practice Range, Na Sui Police Department


Bam!.....Bam!.....Bam!

Sain puts down his pistol and checks the target sheet. Three bullet holes were spaced unevenly on the inner circle, a few centimeters off from the red bulls-eye.

"Damn..." Sain look in dismay at the sheet, then at his 9mm. He didn't get it, he usually gets a least nine out of ten shots on the bulls-eye at 20 yards. What could be wrong? Maybe he should see the doctor...arm disease, perhaps?

Just then, a voice from behind startle Sain. "Problem with your shots?" a cool-faced Ching asks.

"My shots! No matter how well I line them up, they're coming off by two inches..."

Ching took a long look at the target sheet. "Sain, you been at the gun range with that SAP every morning for the last two months, haven't you?"

"Yeah..so?"

"Maybe its time for you to get a new SAP."

"What? Give up Emma? Hey man, I have a bond with this gun."

Ching sighs and picks up the SAP. "You do know that the SAP-92B has a barrel life of 3000 rounds, right? Means you have to replace it after shooting the hell out during your obsessive practice etiquette. If you keeping shooting with that thing, you won't be able to hit a watermelon at 10 yards."

"Didn't catch that during orientation, is it in the manual?" Sain wrest back his SAP from Ching's hands.

Ching grins. "Come on you idiot, let's get a drink."
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At the SWAP Division's Lodge room, it was busy as usual. Being in SWAP was a 24 hour occupation, but the lack of organize crimes in the country meant there was alot of sitting around and waiting. For the average SWAP officer, there was nothing else to do but spend work in the recreation setting of the Lodge.

SWAP officers frolic around the mahjong tables and television set, chatting about news and the Chief's secretary. Sain and Ching are greeted with half-hearted heys and silent nods as they walk into the room. They waded through the crowd, until finding a empty spot at the fish aquarium.

"You ever wonder who feed these guys?" Ching taps the glass of the aquarium. A few startled fish shot in all directions.

"Not me..." Sain takes out two bottles of Lelasi from the mini fridge next to the sofa. He hands one to Ching before opening his. "So, what's with you?"

"My mother called this morning. Turns out I'm being marry off to this girl in Wenchan."

Sain choked on a sip of Lelasi in surprise. "You're shitting me? Haha! Who's the girl? When's the wedding?...I'm invited right?"

"This ain't funny, I don't even know her first name. Serious, my parents gotta lay off my back. I'm 22 for heavens." Ching took a sip of Lelasi.

"Well, country folks are like that sometimes... So you're calling it off?"

"Of course I am, I can't let myself be sold off to a fat girl in Wenchan."

"How do you know she's fat?"

"Well, I don't...not for sure a leas....VREEEEEE!"

Everyone in the room jumped at the sound of the alarm.

"Looks like a job finally came up..." said Sain.

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"Ladies and Gentlemen, we just got word that a international arms smuggling group will be meeting up with undercover State officers tonight at 8:00 pm at the abandon sugar shack on the Bronkin. Please take a look into your briefing folder for the details...

The group was first sighted in late April by SP, posing as tourists in Na Sui. For half a year now, Rian's team has been tracking these smugglers; we manage to infiltrate their network by having our operatives pose as local arm producers attempting to sell government weapons. Department has collected enough evidence to prosecute these bastards, and HQ wants us to move in for the arrest.

This mission carries risk elements, so I want everyone out there to be fully awake and focus. Chief Rian says these guys are packing serious heat, assault rifles and whatnot. If you slack off, you will die. If you get this job done right, we'll have these criminal behind bars and enough leverage to shut down this group...

Any questions?"

Officer Bei raises his hand. "Will this mission be weapons-free?"

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"Weapons-free, doesn't get better than this..." Bei says as he pulls on his vest.

"You're a fucking freak, you know that Bei?" Ching replies, as he holsters his SAP-92 5.8mm. "Sain, hand me my vest.'

"From how I see it, I kill for the well-being of the State and Justice...pass me some cosmoline Sain."

"Justify all you want Bei, but your a blood-thirsty bastard, just like the Dassies..."

Sain hands his tube of cosmoline to Bei, "You do know that our "weapon-free" is different from the one you see in your Takasian action films, right? WF Rules-of-Engagment in SWAP state that lethal force can be use, in self-defense." 

"Save your breath Sain, Bei doesn't know the meaning of that phrase. He's a trigger-happy freak after all."

"Hey Chingy, layoff the insults, kay? You're creating a hostile working environment for me...which might just obligate me to kick your ass."

"Cool it both of you, the Deuce is waiting out back. Wai doesn't like us being late, and you know how it he is. I'm not having my face yelled off because of you two idiots." Sain picked up his scoped SKS and headed for door.

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to be continue...   

 

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"About bloody time! Get in!" Sargent Wai screams out the driver's window. Sain opens up the back door of the truck and jumps in, follow by Bie and Ching. Sain takes the passenger seat in front.

Wai presses his foot on the gas pedal, and the two ton truck accelerated forward, out of the parking lot and into the busy streets of Na Sui. Even at midnight, the road was crowded with motorists returning home from the night shift and truckers hauling their load from the harbour.

The Deuce, as they call it, was a heavy duty military truck converted for use by the State Police. Unlike it's simpler Army version, the SWAP's vehicle is fitted with a full body bolted with armor plates and painted black. The Deuce's handling and durability makes it a preferable vehicle for use by SWAP operatives, especially during heavy tensions and firefight with dangerous criminals. By regulation, every SWAP division in the country must be provided with a least one Deuce.

Sain sat quietly across from Wai, as usual when there was nothing for the Sarge to yell about. The Sarge was former Army, hence his obsession with discipline and barking. Sain and the others didn't like him really much, the man was always such an uptight bastard who yells too much. Wai didn't seem to like his men any better, referring them as a bunch of disorderly and brutish hooligans; an embarrassment to the Department even.

In the back of the Deuce, Ching and Bie did their last minute check on weapons and gear. Bie did a quick lubing of his MD-2 with cosmoline and a brush. Ching sat watching him while fidgeting with the pin of a smoke grenade.

"It's automatic fire for the mass murderer is it?" Ching murmurs.

"Shut up Ching, I don't see why I need to keep using a semi when I can be using the Army's gun. Besides, I like the blue satin finish, a bit of eye candy for the convict before I blow his brains up."

"I'll stick with my SKS, 150 grains of pure power right down the barrel. Don't they say a semi in the hands of a shooter is a testament to his skill?"

"Skill? You shoot like a monkey with it's thumbs missing! You couldn't hit the ground if it wasn't for gravity, haha!"

"Fuck you!"

"Go to hell."

"Why do you keep saying saying diel like that? There's no "h" sound in there..."

"I didn't say diel you idiot, it's "hell". Some English cursing word, I hear it a lot in Killer Tak and Gunslinging Angel."

"What's it mean though?"

"I don't know..."

Wai voice pierces from the front of the truck. "We're here! Get your asses moving and keep quiet!" the Sarge yelled out.

Ching and Bie stare at each other. "Ironic, isn't it?" Bie whispers. Both of them broke in laughter.

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"Team Fire in position..."

"Team Ice in position..."

"Team Thunder, we're by the front door." Wai whispers into his radio. Behind him, his squad members stood with full tactical gear, fingers on the trigger.

"Alright, everyone knows what they need to do. Team Thunder, you're up!"

Wai motion his hands at the others. The SWAP officers click off their safeties and begin walking towards the side gate of the old sugar factory. They will need to go through this gate and another one before reaching the side entrance door.

At the foot of the first gate, the squad stops in it's tracks, taking cover behind the concrete posts. Voices were coming from the direction of the second gate. Wai whispers into his radio.

"NVO, this is Thunder, are you picking anything ahead of our positions?"

"Night Vision observers are picking up two warm bodies ahead of your position, they appear to be still and unalerted."

"Roger, NVO." Wai replies.

Wai signals his teammates, telling them to execute a "blitz kill". Wai takes out his pistol from his side holster.  Ching and Bie whistles into the air. This got the attention of the two guards. The pair began running towards the first gate to investigate.

Just as they made the corner, Ching and Bie rushes out and grabs the left guard, pulling him down to the ground. Wai fires two rounds into the right guard's abdomen at the same time, while Sain fires off a 7.62mm from his SKS, hitting the man's chest. The guard that was spared death had the back of his head knock unconscious by the butt of Ching's SAP-92. 

Wai got up from his crotch. "They know we're here! Move!"

The squad sprints towards the side entrance door 50 yards away. They made just in time to see the door open slightly. Bie takes aim, and unloads half his clip into the wooden door. Voices scream from behind, then a bloody body slumps out. Just for assurance, Sain throws in a flash grenade then sidesteps against the wall. The flash streaks on the corner of his eye. The squad steps out from behind the wall and through the doorway, stepping onto near-dead bodies. They found themselves in a narrow hall, which connected to the main section of the factory.

"Thunder through! We're entering the factory!"

(oc: add some more later on today.")