Coalition of idiots
07:23 09/06/2023
aya: guess whos baaaaack
morz: about time
mr walker has been bragging about how quiet geography
has been since you left
you need to fix him up
aya: sorted
the garbanzo: amaya you missed every single mock exam
aya: idc lol fuck them
the garbanzo: no you dont understand
they will fuck you
aya: pedos
the garbanzo: they gonna make you redo them
aya: couldnt give less shits
hassan: i think i failed maths
morz: of course you did you fucking retard
areeq: fr tho hassan ur fucked for every gcse
aya: did anything else change while i was gone
areeq: no lol its just been so dead wallahi
i kept bunking because it was so boring
aya: how cute you missed me
areeq: kys
hassan: fr kys
morz: hassan you arent allowed to talk
you were the one complaining that there was no one to
give you knives
and do drugs with you
dirty shia istg
The coalition. Just as stupid as always.
We’ve all been sent back to Luton, sadly, to deal with this sturgeon organisation. Apparently, they’ve got a ton of links in Luton.
This place just keeps getting worse and worse.
The document they gave us detailing everything was long as hell, too…
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TOP SECRET
“Raven” SQUADRON USE ONLY
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This information will remain TOP SECRET until successful completion of objective, after which the information will be SECRET
HISTORY
1. SLAVERY
In late November of 2022, 2 men were stopped at a toll station near the border of Scotland and England, driving a large transit van. They had no identification papers, no license, and their vehicle registration plate had been cloned. They were quickly arrested and their vehicle searched. Upon completion of the search, 17 people (near all of eastern-european descent) were found in inhumane conditions in the back of the van, all with incredibly well forged identity documents. These people were intended to be enslaved in incredibly harsh working environments, for minimal pay.
1. STURGEON SYNDICATE
After the passengers were given asylum, the Security Service (MI5) employed enhanced interrogation tactics on the men, as this was the
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biggest violation of the Modern Slavery Act of 2005 in modern history. The men revealed eventually that they were employed by an organised crime group named the “Sturgeon Syndicate”, and that they were given the task of transporting their passengers to a warehouse in Luton, Bedfordshire.
1. RAID
The warehouse was located, and the National Crime Agency (alongside local armed police) performed a raid to investigate. Upon entry, heavy resistance was encountered, with 4 persons engaging the officers in a firefight. 2 officers were injured, but all 4 men were killed in the encounter. Further investigation revealed large quantities of Class A drugs, heavy weaponry, rare-earth ores and cash.
1. PUPPETEERING
Due to the nature of the incident, high priority was given to all investigations regarding the Sturgeon Syndicate. Mobile Surveillance Officers were deployed in the area, and it was then discovered that numerous local gangs were simply “puppet groups”, controlled by the Sturgeon Syndicate. A plain clothes officer attempted to infiltrate one group, but soon went missing. Approximately 8 days after loss of contact with him, a large refuse sack was discovered outside the Dunstable police station, containing the mutilated body of the officer.
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Role of “Raven” Squadron
1. INFILTRATE
Numerous puppet gangs within are known to employ children to perform duties. Part of “Raven” squadron is to infiltrate the ranks, obtaining information regarding operations, locations, objectives and anything else of use.
1. ATTACK
The squadron members not heavily involved within gang ranks are to attack any locations of importance to the syndicate. All heavy weaponry and assistance will be supplied on request to mission control. Local counter-terrorism officers are to support members if required.
1. SABOTAGE
All squadron members will attempt to sabotage any and all operations where disruption will cause major damage to the syndicate. All efforts should be made to retain OPSEC while performing such actions.
1. DESTROY
All squadron members should, once suitable investigation has been performed, attempt to systematically destroy the syndicate's operations. This should only be performed once large amounts of investigation has taken place, and a clear leadership structure has been established.
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Equipment
1. OFFENSIVE UTILITY
All squadron members should be armed with the Glock 17 pistol as a PDW, with sufficient ammunition, 2x speedcuffs at all times. TASER 7 should be carried when uniformed. Any need for additional weaponry will be given on request, and on a case-by-case basis.
1. LIFE PRESERVATION
All squadron members should have the following:
NIJ Level IIIA Bulletproof and Stabproof covert vest, to be on general persons when others are non-applicable.
NIJ Level IV Plates and unmarked plate carrier, when performing plain clothes duties where risk to life is exceptionally high.
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NIJ Level IV Plates and marked plate carrier, when performing uniformed duties where risk to life is exceptionally high.
Mass Casualty Kit (5x), to be stored in vehicles when performing plain clothes or uniformed duties where risk to life is exceptionally high.
Personal Critical Injury Kit (2x), to be on general persons at all times.
Casualty Kit (1x), to be attached to all Level IV plate carrier vests.
1. TRANSPORT
All squadron members should have access to an unmarked 2024 Skoda Superb vehicle,
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fitted with emergency vehicle lighting. Marked vehicles and larger vehicles will be supplied by local police on request.
1. COMMUNICATION
All squadron members should have the following:
Airwave TETRA Radio system, to be on general persons at all times. For communication with emergency services.
PRR, to be used when performing plain clothes or uniformed duties with numerous other squadron members.
Morpheus EvO (2x), to be in housing units and personal vehicles.
Motorola DP3661e, to be on general persons at all times. For communication between squadron members.
1. CLOTHING
All squadron members should have the following:
Anti-slash general clothing, to be worn instead of general civilian clothing.
Specialist Marked Uniform, to be worn when performing uniformed duties.
Grafters Safety Boots, to be worn at all times.
At no time should anything other than the clothing given and the specified footwear be worn. Additional custom clothing requests should be directed to mission control.
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LEADERSHIP
1. SQUADRON LEADERSHIP
“Raven” squadron will not be split into fireteams for the purpose of this operation. LCpl. Hussain will take control as section in-command. All squadron members will report to her when reporting any findings, or requesting approval.
1. MISSION CONTROL
Lt. Hood, alongside others, will be mission control. Mission control will be active 24/7. Mission control will supply, co-ordinate with other organisations and make definitive decisions.
ADDITIONAL GUIDELINES
1. ROE
Follow all standard policing rules of engagement when performing general tasks, and when operating in areas where there are noncombatants. Discretion is left to squadron members otherwise.
OPERATION APPROVED BY
Lt. Hood
REMSC Ethics Board
Yeah, real long. To be fair, that’s expected. It’s our first real operation (excluding the police thing), so of course it’d be long.
My main takeaway from this has been that we need to carry a LOT at all times. Pistol, ammunition, speedcuffs, covert vest, injury kit, 2 radios (yeah…) and some other stuff not even listed like our apartment (did i mention we all got some cool apartments) keys and our car keys. And, obviously, the actual tasks themselves.
It’s gonna be a tedious op.
But, I don’t need to be too focused on that (for now), I’m back in school, and I need to reintegrate. Been way too long since I’ve last seen my school. Isabella’s enrolled here, too. The others are spread over Luton and Dunstable to try and cover as many areas as possible, apparently. Me and Isabella also live in this apartment complex in Dunstable, right next to a couple bus stops and a skate park, which is kinda cool.
As I walk down the hallway towards Isabella’s room, the cold plastic of my pistol presses against my abdomen. Is it really necessary to carry a gun at all times? Not really my choice, though. At the armoury, we were told we would be immediately dismissed if this weapon wasn’t with us at all times.
Harsh, but I guess that’s how it is when it comes to weapons.
“You up?” I shout as I bang on Isabella’s room door. Technically, I could’ve used the radio to contact her, but shouting is more fun.
“Give me a second..” I hear her shouting back, followed by the crash of what I assume to be her apartment radio system falling on the floor. What an idiot.
“Sorry, I’m getting used to the uniform.” She says, slamming open her door. It feels weird seeing her in the school uniform I’ve been wearing for so long. Almost kinda vicarious.
“Well, get used to it faster.” I tell her. It’s about 7:30. The bus is at 7:35. We need to speed it up.
“So, uh, how do I use the bus here?” She asks, breaking into a brisk walk with me.
“You ask for a child weekly ticket.”
“But then how do they know I’ve bought the ticket when I want to get on again?”
“Are you retarded?” I should’ve told her to buy the tickets on the mobile app…
“I’m serious!”
I ignore her and push open the front doors of the complex, letting the surprisingly warm air wash over us. Dunstable is so much nicer compared to Luton…
“You should’ve told me they actually give you a physical ticket,” Isabella complains to me. “Could’ve avoided some confusion.”
“If you thought about it for about 10 seconds, you could infer it yourself.” I reply.
The buses at this time are usually pretty empty, which is nice. Just me and Isabella (and the driver technically), in a slightly dodgy smelling bus.
“Anyways, how big is the school? Have you guys picked your options?” Isabella asks. So incessant.
“Schools not too big, but we have like 4 sports fields. Options were last year, I got geog, comp sci and photography.” I say back.
“Computer science? Nerd.”
“You can call me a nerd when you can wrap your tiny head around logic gates.”
“I’ll wrap your head around a lamppost.”
“Try.”
The rumbling of the bus stops any further attempt at conversation.
It’s gonna be so weird being back in school, even if I’m focusing on the operation. Everyones gonna be questioning me on why I disappeared, all the teachers are gonna harass me over homework (not as if i did it while i was there anyways), and it’s just the general routine of it that’ll be hard to get back into. 6 lessons a day? Yeah, we did more over in training, but at least those were kinda fun. Might just bunk, not as if I can get in too much trouble.
Speaking of trouble, they told us to literally fight the teachers if they tried to search us forcefully. I’m gonna enjoy doing that.
Kinda feels weird walking through the school. It’s weird entirely being back. I should stop calling everything weird.
The school still smells as always, a distinct mix of sweat and paper.
Does paper even smell like anything?
Either way, I should probably head to form. Isabella took up a good hour of my time making me tour her, which literally mostly consisted of walking around football pitches, since they’re the only large areas in school. I know that boy I sit next to will be elated to see that I’m back, and probably my form tutor too. Absolutely elated to have the girl who broke a window by throwing a glue stick at it. How does a window even break from a glue stick..?
“Oh, Amaya!” Exclaims Ms Levin, my form tutor, obviously surprised to see her worst student back.
“Hi, Miss.” I reply, slowly backing up into my seat.
“Where have you been all this time? Everyone has been missing you!”
“That’s nice.” No one else is in the form yet, unsurprisingly. Probably lapping. “Where’s Haamid?” Haamid is the student exec I sit next to. Feels weird saying his name, I barely ever do.
“He should be coming.” Good. Would be nice to see a familiar face.
On cue, his ass decides to strut in, his silver suit ironed to perfection.
“Hussain? Is that you?” He shouts, eyes bulging.
Is my return really this big of a deal?
“Yes, big man.”
“We all thought the police finally got to you.”
“They could never catch me.”
“That’s what they all say.” He takes his seat next to me. It’s been a while since I’ve sat next to him, damn.
“What’s been going on while I’ve been gone?”
“Well, we had our mocks that you skipped.”
“Don’t give a shit.” Mocks are kinda useless now that I have a career already in place.
“Alright, well, otherwise, not much. We’re getting moved to new forms later.”
“New forms?” New fucking forms? They’ll have to drag me by my teeth to get me out of this form.
“It’s next year, don’t worry.”
“Don’t scare me like that.”
My phone vibrates.
Who’s texting me fucking now?
+447466609057: oi
its isabella
come to the astrotruf
lik NOW
Guess it must be urgent, with all those typos. How’d she find my number?
“Sorry, miss, gotta go.” I say to her, speed walking out (with everyone staring at me) before she can say anything.
The best part of this is that I can violate school rules with little to no consequences.
I don’t know what would be critical enough this early to force me to run to Isabella, but it’s do now, ask later. Especially since I never know what could kill us anymore.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I yell at Isabella. She’s just barely hidden behind the astroturf, stepping on some random kid.
“He’s a dirty syndicate member.” She says back, tightening the cuffs on the boy.
“How the fuck?”
“I heard him and his friend talking in code about the syndicate.”
“We were talking about fish!” He yelps, his voice surprisingly high.
“Shut the fuck up, scum.” Isabella kicks him in the square of his back, knocking the remaining breath out of the poor guy.
“Fucking hell… Is all you heard ‘sturgeon’?” I ask her.
“Yeah? What else do I need, who says ‘sturgeon’?”
“Get off him. Now.”
She gives me a piercing glare, before complying. Sometimes I love being team lead…
“You. What’s your name?” I ask him, pulling him up by the cuffs.
“J- Jay.” He replies, clearly terrified. It’s been one fucking day, Isabella.
“What do you know about a sturgeon?”
“It’s a fish! I had sturgeon for dinner last night!”
I press my pistol against his abdomen.
“Are you lying?” There’s tears streaming down his face.
“No! Don’t shoot me…”
I press it in harder. I can’t risk it.
“Are you sure?” I twist his wrists with the cuffs.
“Yes! Please!” He’s sobbing at this point. Attracting attention.
“Stop crying.” I tell him as I relieve all the pressure. He falls to the ground, limp. Poor fucking kid. “Look what you’ve done, Isabella. Now the damn kid is a liability. He knows about us.“
“Rather safe than sorry.” She says, almost pouty.
Not an appropriate time to be pouting.
“Don’t fucking rush things. We can’t risk getting caught.”
God. God god god. What do I do with this kid?
“He’s coming back to the apartment with us.” I tell Isabella. His wrists are bleeding, and I need to make it very clear that he should say nothing.
“Are we babysitters now?”
“Shut the fuck up. Go get your car and pull up around to the rear car park.”
“Whatever you say, corporal…”
“Hood will never let us live this down…”
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“Sit down on the bed.” I tell Jay, as I unlock my apartment door. It was a mild struggle communicating with the school through a police proxy to let us out, but it worked out. Obviously, I tried taking a closer look at the boy,
For one, he’s in Year 9, the younger year. He’s got big round glasses, short dirty hair and he is tiny. I could mistake him for a girl if he had a hoodie on. What, he’s like 5’1? Shortie.
“Alright, Jay.” I say, sitting in a chair in front of him as he reluctantly complies. Consistently reluctant, never rebellious. Odd. “Are your wrists ok now?”
“Y- Yeah.” He squeaks. We bandaged up his wrists in the car, so now he looks like he only tried killing himself.
“Sorry about all the roughhousing, but we can’t take any risks,” I get closer to him. “You won't be saying a thing, right? To anyone, not even your parents.” I idly play with my pistol in front of him. “Riiight?”
“I won't.” He looks down in shame. This feels kinda wrong.
“Good.” I holster away my pistol. “Do you want something to eat? I think there’s some leftover MRE snacks somewhere in my bag…”
He nods vigorously. He won’t be going home till way after school’s over, might as well let him be comfortable.
“I think I heard something about a real sturgeon too…” He whispers, barely audible through the rustling of me rummaging through my bag.
“What was that? What did you hear?” I snap back. Tell me. Now.
“I heard one of the roadmen saying something about a sturgeon gang.” He pushes his glasses back up his face. “Something about their return.”