FUMUKU International

[Eisenhorn]

Attention newly declassified, from Zaeed Massanis' personal journal.
Regarding a security operation in South Africa.
More to be released as it is declassified.

Spoiler: Operation Gallows humour

FUMUKU International: Security Operation: Gallows Humour
Status: Declassified
Authorisation 3514 A/OJA


It was June that's when the detail began, the sun was high, beating down mercilessly on the concrete jungle beneath. The people sprawling beneath, scurrying like insects or vermin, continuing their pitiful lives, caring not for the truth if it clashed with their liberal ideals of the world.

He hated them, nearly as much as he hated the weather. Zaeed reasoned it was Irish heritage that made him detest the weather, and people in general, as he opened another packet of paracetamol to deal with the growing headache he felt behind his eyes. Swallowing the pills, he wondered how he ended up in this shit-hole of the world, Johannesburg to be precise. Spending his day sat in a beaten up old Volvo, observing the same location, taking mental notes to build an intelligence picture, for the possible eventuality. Zaeed had already spent three months in country, preparing, gathering a feel for the land, the combat indicators, the native tensions, all of this to prepare for the coming protection detail. He had already done all the necessary prep work, the escape routes were planned, and practise runs had been done with his security team. They all knew the routes off by heart, where to go in the event of the operation being compromised, where to avoid, and where to detour. That was taken care of, the one problem Zaeed had noticed was one they couldn't make a direct move against. The gangs, hundreds of them, armed to the death. Whilst the gangs were untrained soldiers, armed with third world discards, they could be a problem, a problem so big it could cause a bloodbath.
Mr Malkrin had given Zaeed discretion to act as he saw fit, that suited Zaeed fine, but meant one thing, this was a plausible deniability operation. If shit hit the fan, FUMUKU wouldn't be implicated, there was no paper trail, nobody knew Zaeed and his team were in South Africa.
This meant limited support, and bribery. Knowing that if the local gangs weren't on side, they could try to compromise the operation, Zaeed had approached the current controlling gang, he needed their approval. That would cost him, the gangs wouldn't do anything unless their back was suitably scratched. This is how Zaeed found himself sat outside a shit hole street, watching a bunch of oxygen thieves, he was primarily a problem solver, and the local war boss Matthias had a problem.
One of his sub lieutenants had been double dealing his 'product' due to certain implications Matthias couldn't just eliminate the guy, and this is where Zaeed came in.

Having spent the last two days living in this car, waiting for an opportunity, Zaeed was half asleep when the opportunity came, intelligence had been half-accurate, the target was travelling with three security vehicles, the opportunity however was that the target was travelling at the head of the convoy, counter to all standard security drills. Such hubris always costs man thought Zaeed.
''Two this is One, how copy?'' stated Zaeed as he pressed the throat-bone microphone key.
''One this is Two solid copy, send traffic over'' came the reply. ''Two this One, target is Oscar Mike, is diversion in place over?''
''One this is Two, solid copy, diversion is in place, ready for anything over''
Good thought Zaeed, this would go smoother than he had hoped, he turned over the engine of his Volvo, and gently idled out onto the road, it was dark now, so he called his headlights, switching over to his NVG monocle, following at a distance of 300 yards, stealth was his best asset at this
point. Especially as the enemy convoy included a belt fed .50 mounted on a pick-up truck.

The dirt road wound for what seemed like hours, the convoy never halting, until like a star burst, bright and brilliant, 20 tonnes of steel collided with the lead protection vehicle of the convoy. Wiping it off the face of the earth, and off the bridge it was due about to cross, the refuse truck skidded to a halt, as four armed men disembarked, these men weren't the normal gang members however, they were FUMUKU International security agents, equipped with level IIIA body armour, NVG goggles, equipped with L85a2 assault rifles, and the latest in group communications technology. The rifles they wielded were modified for night time operations, equipped with suppressors, and PEQ/2 boxes, they covertly targeted the convoy occupants, firing in controlled bursts, killing the convoy operators quickly and succinctly. The suppressors concealing their muzzle flush, and distorting the sound of their shots, the convoy occupants sown with confusion. They tried to defend themselves, firing off sporadic bursts in random directions, the whole event occurring in less than 5 seconds. Then they targeted the Volvo, before firing they noticed the IR reflective IFF markings on the door, invisible to anyone without NVG, the markings read Taxi, a form of camouflage even in camouflage, a testimony to Zaeeds' foresight, in the event they encountered anyone with NVG capacity, the marking wouldn't immediately arouse suspicion.

Zaeed skidded up along inside the four men, and simply stated ''in''. They embarked the vehicle, and the pursuit began, the target had no more than a 6 sec lead, but was driving off road, and besides the target didn't have a 6.0litre petrol engine, and a car covertly modified for off road pursuits.
''We have ten minutes'' barked Zaeed, ''before that fucker gets into the next town, we end him now''
Pursuing the target wasn't hard, he was driving in a straight line, in a state of panic, he had no direction, and his gear changes were sloppy due to the massive hit of adrenaline and shock at his whole security team dying, further shock set in when Zaeed, pulled alongside his rear quarter, and slammed his car violently into his own, the police call it a PIT manoeuvre, but at the speed both vehicles were travelling at, it was death. The target vehicle, spun, twice in the direction of the impact before it wrapped itself around the nearest roadside. Cutting into the passenger side of the vehicle, and trapping the driver. Who was by now screaming. Zaeeds vehicle also spun, and rolled, once. Zaeed unlocked his seat belt, and fell with a groan onto his head, adding more scars to his scalp from the shattered glass littering the roof. He kicked at the door of the car, and staggered out, getting his bearings. He withdrew his pistol, a HK MK23, loaded with 12 rounds, double stack of +P ammunition. Cautiously walking towards the target vehicle, he constantly checked his vectors, the four agents from earlier joined him, following in a dispersed diamond pattern, constantly scanning the horizon, and keeping him covered. Approaching the target vehicle, he was greeted by a stream of abuse, and then pleading, as he drew up upon his target, he saw him, a boy, no more than 17, begging for his life. Pleading that he has a mother, a sister, a daughter on the way. Zaeed would never forget that face, the child’s face, wide eyed, frightened, and vicious, so much hate in those eyes, they didn't belong to any man, the same fear in those eyes as one would find in a dying animal. Whilst he would never forget the face, he felt nothing, he had walked this path too long, to feel anything resembling, remorse, pity, empathy, or guilt. The child pleaded one more time, begging for his life, screaming that any human wouldn't do this, offering money for his life, a wealth of paradise, asking if Zaeed was a human being. Zaeed simply raised his pistol, and fired three rounds into the kids face, before quipping, ''we're all human kid''.
With that, the first stage of the operation was completed. Now they just had to return, without being killed, and the radio Zaeed had picked up out of the kid's car, was picking up with chatter about what had just happened.
''Looks like the nights still young boy's, brass check, fresh mags, defensive posture now, prepare to repel'' barked Zaeed, as his unit prepared for the long night ahead.

Yours faithfully Director of Legal Services, Z.Massani I.D 3514