Becca Xxx - Spring Tide

Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous episode of Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters

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Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Ch 14. The Final Chapter.

Fear is a strange emotion when you think about it. The only place that fear can exist is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination that tries to keep us safe, causing us to be scared of things which at present don't exist. The danger of my situation was very real, but fear was a choice. I remembered someone once saying that fear was an acronym for one of two mindsets: -

Forget Everything And Run

or

Face Everything And Rise.

With Russian mercenaries only metres away from me as I crouched in the rocks, the first option of running away would get me killed, so I chose the second. I heard the splash of the RHIB as it was dropped off the back of the anchored fishing boat.

Ka Sploosh.

"They've launched the RHIB off the back of Luna," Nat said into my earpiece from the lifeguard tower. "I've got six men disembarking and coming ashore."

Luna was the name of one of Skip's boats which he'd rented to the Russians. It gave us another confirmation that these were the men we'd been looking for.

"Copy that. What weapons are they carrying?" the time for playful banter was over - it was time to get into the zone.

"The landing party look to be armed with MAC-10's and possibly an AK," she called it out as she saw it through her sniper scope. "I'm guessing Valentin supplied them."

I daren't chance a peak from behind my rock for fear of them seeing me. We still had the element of surprise and we were going to need it. Nat would have to be my eyes for now.

"I can only see two tangos left on the boat, the other two guys must be below deck," she continued. "The RHIB is on its way in."

I heard the pull of an outboard motor starting up and the buzz of the smaller engine as it came ashore. It splashed its way through the small waves which were lapping on the shore. The huge swell that Reef had promised was still a few hours away and I put him and the thought of surfing out of my mind. It was all about the mission now.

Within minutes the RHIB beached itself and heavy feet splashed into the water with well-practised precision. Without seeing them, I could feel the hurried urgency of these guys wanting to get the job done as quickly as possible without rushing into it.

"They're out of the RHIB and on the beach," Nat confirmed. "Wait one."

There was a brief pause as she observed and then I heard them splashing out of the shallows onto the hard wet sand.

"They're approaching the cable position at the end of the reef," she confirmed. "They have spades and a large duffel bag and they seem to know exactly where they're going. They must be using the intel that Nikolai gave to them."

"Copy that."

These guys weren't amateurs, they'd earned their reputation through hard fighting and tough training. What they were doing on our soil came as second nature to them. I heard the steady trudge of wet boots coming towards me and the panting of breaths as they hauled their heavy equipment to their target. I gripped my MP7 a little tighter into my shoulder, its weight felt reassuring and familiar. It was an extension of my body rather than an unwieldy lump of steel.

"They're thirty metres from you on the shoreline," Nat continued calmly. "They are advancing with caution, but they don't appear to be wearing night vision goggles."

"Copy that," I whispered back.

The Grace Hopper cable was buried deep beneath the sand and these guys were going to have to dig down to it. That is when they'd be at their most vulnerable and that's when we'd make our move. The human mind tends to concentrate on one thing at a time and we needed these assholes to be so engrossed in what they were doing that they wouldn't see us coming.

I sat quietly and waited as the first spade hit the sand with a wet thud. Rhythmic digging commenced as three-hundred-and-twenty-four gigabits of data buzzed along the cable every second only a few feet below us. It was an unfathomably large amount of data to conceive and contained everything from banking transactions to gaming data, porn and of course, military communications. The commands from the United States Air Force base at Westhampton in Long Island would be among those data pulses, firing across the ocean at the speed of light to communicate with the drones flying over Ukraine.

If the Russians managed to complete their task and destroy this cable it would have catastrophic consequences and Ukraine's air defence would be crippled. That would leave Ukraine for the taking as the Russians massed on the border, waiting for these guys to complete their sabotage. Natalie and I were all that stood in their way and we were determined to foil their plan.

It was hard to believe that the spot where they were digging would soon be under seven metres of water. Once the Russians had blown the cables with their makeshift charges, it would only be a matter of hours until the cable was completely inaccessible, making it extremely difficult to repair. The communications engineers would have to wait for the tide to go out before they could even attempt it and as this was the spring tide, it would become increasingly more difficult as the weeks went on.

I had a familiar feeling of my pussy leaking into my knickers with nervous anticipation as I waited for Natalie to give the order to move. It was all down to her now, but she was being cautious. After a couple of silent minutes, shattered only by the constant thwack of the spades hitting the beach, Natalie came back on the comms.

"There's still no sign of the other two tangos on the boat," she said calmly.

"Maybe there was only eight of them on this boat and twelve on the other," I mused. "We're going to have to make our move soon, with or without them in your sights."

"Copy that, but I prefer to be able to see all our enemies before we open fire. I don't like unwanted surprises... wait... shit... go silent, Becca. I have one of the guys on the beach approaching your position," she was still calm and concise, but with a worried edge to her voice.

I clicked my throat prestle once, to confirm I'd heard her command and I braced myself for being discovered. I dropped onto one knee and leaned into my rock as much as I could, trying to become part of it as I raised my MP7 in the darkness and pointed it at the spot where I expected the guy to appear. My heart was beating hard in my chest and I could feel the adrenaline pulsing through my veins like heavy traffic on a motorway during rush hour.

"Fuck," Nat murmured. "He's heading right for you. Ten metres out. Five."

He was so close now; I could hear his heavy breathing from digging. His two boots came into view from behind my rock and then stopped dead. I took up first pressure on the trigger and prepared to fire if he stepped any closer. I daren't breathe for fear of him hearing me or seeing my breath fogging in the cool night air.

I saw his weapon hanging loose on its sling as he let it go and then I heard the sound of a zip being pulled down. I could still only see his boots, but my vision was soon filled with a different sight. A long stream of hot piss appeared from behind the rock as it splashed onto the sand right next to me.

"For fuck's sake, he's just taking a piss," she confirmed what I could already see. "Don't move a muscle."

The smell of urine from a poor diet and lack of hydration filled my nostrils as it bubbled up on the sand and started to form a puddle. The puddle grew larger and turned into a tiny river, heading right for me. All I could do was sit and watch in silence as the acrid liquid soaked into my trousers while I knelt in wait. If I made the slightest move now, he would hear me, and my cover would be blown. More piss washed towards me, wetting my knee and soaking up my thigh until finally he pumped the last of it from his cock in four long rhythmic spurts.

Splaaaash - splaaash - splash - splash.

He put his cock away and zipped up, before turning on his heels and going back the way he came.

"He's leaving," said Natalie. "How was your golden shower?"

I waited for the guy to be far enough away before responding.

"I've got piss all over my trousers," I complained.

"His or yours?" she giggled.

"His, you dirty bitch. We need to end this. That was too close. What's happening on the boat?"

There was a brief pause as she scanned her scope back to Luna.

"I've got one tango in the wheelhouse and another on the stern. No sign of anyone else."

"We can't wait for the other two to turn up. They might not even be there. Let's just get on with it. Can you take the two on the boat out silently?" I asked.

"As easy as breathing," she confirmed.

"Ok. Hold for my signal while I move into position."

With my weapon shouldered and my night vision goggles firmly in place, I pushed off the rock and kept in a low crouch. I had the MP7 in the aim so that whatever I was looking at instantly became a target. I peaked around the rock until I spotted the group of men standing around a pile of sand which they had dug out of the hole. Two men were digging with another two keeping watch. The guy who had just peed next to me walked slowly back to join them while the last of the six was busy preparing the charges from the duffel bag.

I pointed my sub-machine gun at each of them in turn, going through the movements I would need to take them out in rapid succession. I pictured them dropping one by one as if I'd actually pulled the trigger.

"Once you take the two on the boat, swing back to the six on the beach in case I miss any," I said.

"Copy that. Just say the word," she replied.

I pulled my weapon back to the first guy on the right and practiced swinging through all six from right to left one more time. I settled back on the first tango and took up first pressure on the trigger.

"On my count. Three, two, one, execute," I said clearly.

Phut - phut.

I squeezed off two well-aimed shots into the side of my first target's head. I saw the spray of mist in the green haze of my goggles and knew the guy was dead.

"Tango down," I said as though it was nothing.

Without waiting for him to hit the ground, I pulled through to the second guy and squeezed off two more.

Phut - phut.

He lurched backwards as the others finally became aware that something was happening around them.

"Tango down," I repeated.

They reacted quickly, but not quickly enough. I managed to find my third target; the guy who'd pissed next to me as he turned to look back where he'd just come from. His weapon was coming up and pointing towards me, but he was far too slow. I saw the look of realisation on his face as two four-point-six-millimetre rounds thumped into his head with deadly accuracy.

"Tango down," I said again.

I was pulling my weapon to the fourth guy who was standing next to the hole when I heard shouts from the remaining men. Whatever they were saying it wasn't in English, so I just acquired my fourth target as Natalie called out her kills.

"Tango down... tango down," she said concisely.

I imagined her seven-point-six-two-millimetre bullets penetrating the heads of her targets from three hundred metres away with no more sound than a whisper. The guys would be dead before they even heard a thing.

I lined up the fourth guy as the first signs of retaliation started to unfold. The remaining men were diving for cover and preparing to fire on my position. I squeezed the trigger, expecting to feel the kick of the butt in my shoulder, but all I got was a click.

"Stoppage," I shouted, going into autopilot.

Usually, I would drop my primary weapon and let it rest on its sling while I pulled out my pistol and kept firing. However, they were too far away for my UCP to be effective so instead I moved position behind the nearest outcrop to clear the malfunction as the first rounds came in at me.

Dut - dut - dut.

Dut - dut - dut.

Dut - dut - dut.

Ping - thwump - thwump.

The sound of three MAC-10's spitting hot lead at me filled the air. Their shots were aimed and accurate and if I hadn't moved when I did, I would have been hit for sure. I saw the sand being kicked up as the bullets drilled into the ground right where I'd been kneeling.

My mind told me to panic, but I kept my composure, knowing that they couldn't shoot me through solid stone as I cleared the weapon. I racked the top slide back and forth three times to try and eject the misfed round, but it wasn't working.

"Keep their heads down, Nat," I said into the comms. "I've got a misfeed."

"Copy that. They've gone to ground. Two tangos are now in the hole they've dug and the third has disappeared into the rocks near you. Stay sharp," she replied.

"Copy that."

My immediate action drills kicked in like it was second nature to me. Each time I ejected a round from the chamber, the next one from the magazine also misfed. That told me that the magazine was defective - maybe the springs or followers were out of line, or the feed lips of the mag were damaged. I clicked the mag release button, racked the top slide another three times to clear everything out and then slammed in a new magazine.

Click - clack.

One more rack and I checked the chamber to make sure the round had fed correctly. To my utter joy I could see that it had.

"I'm back in," I told Nat.

"Copy that."

Shouts began to fill the air from the direction of the hole. I pulled my weapon back into my shoulder and stuck my head out to take a look. There was movement coming from the hole twenty metres away and the odd kick of sand as Natalie tried to pick them off with the sniper rifle. That made me feel safe, but we still had one guy unaccounted for who was hiding somewhere in the rocks nearby.

"Keep on them, Nat," I said. "I'm going hunting for the last guy and then I'll close in..."

I never finished my sentence as all hell broke loose from the boat.

Thududududududududududududududud.

Thududududududududududududududud.

The sound of a heavy machine gun on full auto filled the night air like a wailing banshee. I hit the sand and lay flat as heavy calibre rounds hit the sand and rocks all around me.

Thwump - thwump - ping - thwump.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I cried at Natalie. "Contact from the boat. Get some rounds in on them."

"Wait one," she said calmly.

I glanced over at the boat and saw two long bursts of gunfire from the bowels of the ship. Flames from two different positions below deck spat out like dragon's breath, streaming bullets in my direction as well as Natalie's. I waited for a lull and then picked myself up off the floor and sprinted back to the rocky reef. There was very little cover now that I'd moved closer to the hole, but it was better than no cover at all lying on the sand.

"Take them out," I ordered Nat. "What are you waiting for?"

"I'm trying, but they are firing from below deck. It looks like they are shooting out of a port hole or something. I can't get a lock."

I remembered back to the pictures of the fishing boats at Skip's place. Lola and Luna were constructed from old metal hulls. There was no way even Nat's bullets could penetrate them. She would have to hope that the targets were in the line of sight from the porthole and that her bullets would find their mark.

Thududududududududududududududud.

Thududududududududududududududud.

More heavy fire homed in on me, throwing sand and rock fragments in all directions. I looked up to the lifeguard tower where Natalie was trying to get a lock on and I saw rounds thumping into the wooden structure below her. Splinters and debris flew all around her and I knew she was more vulnerable than me at that moment. One of those rounds could easily cut through the flimsy roof panels and kill her in an instant. The Russians weren't able to see her, but it would be obvious to any trained soldier that she'd have taken the highest vantage point.

I stuck my head out and fired a series of rounds at the port holes where the weapon signatures had been observed only seconds before. I knew it was futile, but it felt better than sitting there waiting to die. I ducked back in as more rounds bounced off the rocks and spun off like angry hornets.

Thwump - thwump - ping - ping.

If that wasn't enough, I saw movement to my right as I kept my back to the rocks. It was the missing guy I'd gone looking for, but had he seen me? His weapon was in his shoulder searching the reef for his newfound enemy. If he had seen me, he would have fired by now, but instead he disappeared into the maze of rocks and channels that was my hiding place. I knew the area better than he did so I had the advantage over him, apart from being pinned down by the boat gunners. Until I could move, I was a sitting duck waiting to be found as the guy in the rocks flanked me.

Thududududududududududududududud.

The firing sparked back up again towards me.

Thududududududududududududududud.

More rounds rocketed into the lifeguard tower and I knew neither of us could take much more of this.

"Nat, do you have a target?" I asked in desperation.

"Negative. I can't get a shot off. I'm pinned down," she explained. "I'm not going to last another minute up here."

"I'll try and provide covering fire," I said.

I stuck my head out for another burst of fire towards the ship, but I was beaten back by a ridiculous number of incoming rounds. There didn't seem to be any let-up, and they didn't even appear to require a reload. It must have been a belt-fed machine gun based on the fire rate and sound.

"They've got me pinned down too," I cried. "I can't cover you."

"Same here," she squealed in a hail of bullets. "We're in the shit."

My heart sank as everything seemed to go into slow motion. The battle had started well and we'd halved their numbers in seconds, but now the tables had turned. We were both pinned down and unable to move or return fire. It was only a matter of time before they realised that Natalie was lying on the roof rather than being in the tower and they'd kill her in an instant. The guy hunting me in the rocks would soon find me and could easily pick me off as I crouched behind my tiny rock sheltering from the constant assault from his comrades.

My mind was racing for a solution, hoping that this wouldn't be the end of us, but I couldn't think straight. I was going to have to make a run for it and hope the guys on the boat didn't gun me down.

I gripped my weapon into my shoulder and made ready to move, fearing certain death, but then I heard a voice on the comms network.

It was a female's voice, but it wasn't Nat.

"Becca, Nat, sitrep," the commanding voice crackled in my ear.

I'd recognise her anywhere - it was Lexa.

"Lexa?" I quizzed, half from shock and half from relief. "Where are you?"

"Approaching your position... I'm thirty seconds out. What's your situation?" her voice was like music to my ears despite the heavy background noise at her end.

The thought of her imminent arrival snapped me back to reality and I quickly told her what was happening as clearly as I could under another hail of fire.

"Nat's on the roof of the lifeguard tower at the end of the row of beach huts. She's taking heavy fire from what we think are belt fed machine guns from the boat on the shoreline. I'm stuck in the rocks in the south reef twenty metres from the cable and I'm pinned down by another gunner on the boat. We've killed five of their guys, but two remain in the hole they've dug to get to Grace Hopper, one is unaccounted for somewhere in my vicinity. Which direction are you approaching from?" I gave her as much information as I could without overdoing the details.