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"Our Search and Attack Unit has been deployed. Boarding in process. Repeat, infiltration of the Pakistani Offshore Patrol Vessel in action."
A voice crackled over the line, "What is your position, over."
"We're on the port side of the deck, there are no sentries visible, over." The man whispered into his mouth piece before looking at the six marines with him, all dressed in skin-tight wetsuits, their short cropped hair dripping wet. They were only barely visible in the black of the night. Silently the trained men began to unpack their waterproof backpacks, retrieving their M4 assault rifles. Lieutenant Toscano removed his own gun and scanned the area with a practised eye, "Continue with orders, sir?"
"Proceed."
The lieutenant caught his first in command's eye and nodded and the man cautiously crouched behind the medium calibre artillery gun mounted at the front of the patrol boat. Behind it, in the direction the search team was heading, was the superstructure, the only way to get within the belly of the ship. Behind that was their escape if things went pear-shaped; the flight deck that was only big enough to land a helicopter.
The special operations team circled the machine gun at the fluid hand gestures of the second in command and ran quietly across the small distance to reach the safety of the shadows. Adrenaline pumping through his system, Toscano waited until his men were ready, and then pulled open the door to the superstructure.
Waiting for them was a group of over twenty men, their faces dark with anger and their guns loud with promised death.
"Abort!" The lieutenant shouted, throwing himself sideways to avoid the whistling bullets. He rolled around the corner of the superstructure and leapt to his feet. His eyes quickly took in the situation. Two of his men were down, and two others had found cover, occasionally firing back at the enemy unit.
He spoke into his mouth piece, his voice as loud as he dared, "We've got two men down, and another two MIA, we need back up, over."
A different voice came over the radio connection, "We've got a helo’ circling 'round, Lieutenant, but landing in these conditions is risky."
"This is situation is FUBAR, sir." Toscano snarled and squeezed the trigger from his position behind a wooden crate. The Pakistani soldier's body jerked from the spray of bullets, his arms shaking long after he died.
Strafing left, the lieutenant covered the open distance between the cover of the superstructure and one of his men. Panting he helped defend the position, his ears near deaf from the constant snicking sound of the firing guns. The crate the two men crouched behind shuddered with every bullet impact.
Toscano shouted at his second in command to make himself heard, "Flash bang!" Wasting no further time, the marine pulled the pin out, allowing the latch that started the detonation to compress, and threw the grenade in the direction of the enemy soldiers.
A loud blast cut through the air, accompanied by a blinding flash of light. The blast could not be evaded even though he knew it was coming, as it disturbed the fluid within the inner ear immediately unbalancing Toscano. He shoved at his second in command who hadn't averted his eyes, the flash effectively blinding him for at least five seconds.
The man stumbled to his feet and allowed himself to be pushed over the edge of the ship and into the chilling black water. With the remaining three seconds, the Lieutenant managed to escort another of his men overboard while the Pakistan soldiers recovered.
He turned with his M4 in his hands and was about to let an automatic spray of bullets lick the backs of the soldiers when he was knocked off the patrol ship; his weapon dropped from his hand and into the icy depths below. He fell, struggling to free himself from the grasp of the enemy combatant. Toscano managed to get in a decent uppercut before they hit the water and was momentarily shocked by the freezing temperature. Gasping in salty water, he struggled to the surface, and was stunned in an explosion of pain when the enemy soldier kicked him in the face treading water.
Toscano reached down around his right thigh and withdrew his combat knife from its sheath. He stabbed upwards and cut through the man's pants and into the muscle of his inner thigh. Blood immediately clouded the water, and he knew that he had severed the femoral vein. The Pakistani soldier would soon die from loss of blood. As the man slipped down into the ocean, the marine brought his foot down on the man's nose, making sure the enemy was completely out for the count.
Sinking, the lieutenant called up on his remaining strength and broke to the surface. The water was choppy and waves crashed against him, fed by the force created as the helicopter hovered overhead. Smoking shells from the spinning miniguns dropped into the water around the ship and screams of pain echoed through the night.
The marine side-stroked to the hull of the ship and started to climb back up the ladder that had allowed them silent entry to the deck of the patrol vessel earlier in the night. He scaled the distance quickly and peered over the top of the railing.
The miniguns of the helicopter slowly whirred to a stop and a voice came over the radio, "You with us, Lieutenant?"
Toscano looked at the combined bodies of the Pakistanis and his special ops team and replied, "SNAFU."
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Warning, swearing in spoiler below:
Spoiler! :
So, I decided to join in on the fun
- Jai
I'm finally here to review, haha. 
I didn't know what else to call it! What do you call the buildings on top of ships? Certainly not cabins when you're talking about a military ocean liner 
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