Stupid Luck and Happenstance, Thread III

This is showing that Many picked up something from the time he trained with the American Special Forces at Ft. Drum.
Many played Associated Football and is used to a more free flowing rhythmic situation that calls for making decisions on the fly recognizes that this is more like Gridiron Football with set plays that on some situations the play is changed at the last possible moment before the play starts because the other side gives a different look and the set play won't work.
Given Many's athleticism it would not surprise me if he played a few pick up Gridiron Football games with the Americans.
 
If Manny & co. are going to wing it and want to go for sheer audacity, they could always try something along these lines:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kidnapping_of_Heinrich_Kreipe

Otherwise, IED in Pinchet's car, blow up a convenient bridge as he drives over it or make it look like a car/plane crash.
Automated mortar, like the IRA attacks on Downing Street and Heathrow. Steal something with an internal timer, jury-rig a firing mechanism with the timer, combine it with a mortar, set the mortar up and set the timer to fire once they’re well away…
 
Any action needs to be going loud either while Manny and Co are very far away or already halfway to the extraction point.

Otherwise 4 men are taking on a regiment, and that doesn't end well for the four men.
 
Any action needs to be going loud either while Manny and Co are very far away or already halfway to the extraction point.

Otherwise 4 men are taking on a regiment, and that doesn't end well for the four men.

OTOH, a regiment actually finding four men is always going to be a hard proposition.
 
OTOH, a regiment actually finding four men is always going to be a hard proposition.
When its four men in hostile terrain, who stick out like sore thumbs and a regiment of crack troops in their own backyard, the difficulty drops.

Manny and Co are good I'm not going to debate that, the question is whether the Chileans are better, and right now the deck is firmly stacked in Chile's corner.

Barring something happening to change the current balance, an airstrike is the best bet. An armored division is next, and anything after that is varying degrees of madness.
 
Automated mortars are not that good at hitting a specific mobile target. And sending only 4 people which stick out like sore thumbs onto such a mission with bad intel….
 
Any other time this statement might be laughed at but here and now in this story, “Where are the Ninjas and does Manny know about them here”?
 
One of the things that is bugging the Nationalists about"The Martin Seiler Saga" is very unrealistic in their eyes because even through they won't admit it the prism that they see contemporary Germany in was forged over the years by Augustus Lang and Louis Ferdinand and they can't comprehend a someone like Seiler becoming a leader in their movement.
Of course they and others could see it happening very easy in the United States but never in Germany because as we all know German culture is the envy of the world and it is the most civilized nation in the world.
One thing that concerns me: the Americans in the south might like the idea...

Loving this tale still...lots of good believable action in a very different world stemming from one thing going different at Verdun
 
Part 124, Chapter 2098
Chapter Two Thousand Ninety-Eight



14th October 1971

Near Curicó, Maule, Chile

It was a strange thing that the Brass had asked Hauptmann Adam “Spark” Graner for. As the Squadron was conducting the latest mission, the bombing of a bridge over the Tinguiririca River near San Fernando. On the way out he was to jettison a drop tank that had been provided to him by the BND at a location that would be marked by a satellite navigation point that would only be up for a few minutes. It was strange to be selected to be a part of this sort of cloak and dagger nonsense, but he was willing to roll with it because it would be one more interesting story to tell when he finally got rotated back to Berlin in only a few days more days.

The drop tank itself looked normal enough. A streamlined cylinder that was fin stabilized, made of nonstrategic materials, mostly fiberglass, and painted grey. After a year of war, it was said that the countryside was littered with the damned things. This one was somehow special though. As it was attached to the belly hardpoint of Spark’s Orkan and filled, the mechanics noticed that it held slightly less fuel than normal. Spark told them not to worry about it, the entire time though he had the intrusive thought running through his mind that the spooks had put God only knows what in there and it might come as a total surprise to him if it went boom unexpectedly.

After the usual wild ride through the Andes mountains, Spark led a flight of four planes through the valleys and dropped their bombs at the selected target. Maintaining speed, he watched as the kilometers ticked down and they released the drop tank the same way they would a bomb run before turning back to Córdoba.

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The smell of aviation kerosene was giving Christian a headache as he and Ralf helped Manny cut open the drop tank. The day before when Manny had mentioned calling an audible, he’d had no what that meant. Apparently, the original plan to pop a Chilean General who had become an obstacle to peace and lethal threat to President Allende once the shooting stopped with a single long distance rifle shot was out. Manny figured that the presence of the troops from the 3rd Mountain was a part of the plan that Allende had not told their side about, the bit where he parades their well-ventilated corpses to the press and public as justice for the death of his dear old fiend Augusto at the hands of the dastardly Germans. Afterwards, he would quietly make sure that General Pinochet took the vast majority of the blame for how the conflict had turned sour for them over the last few months.

Manny had decided that they needed a different plan and that involved this drop tank that the Luftwaffe had decided it didn’t need anymore. Eventually, Manny pulled a package out of the tank and had a smile on his face as he as he put it under his arm. “I can’t believe that this worked” He said.

“What is that?” Christian asked.

“Later” Manny replied as he started walking back towards where Einar was watching the nearby road.



Montreux, Switzerland

Classes that revolved around etiquette were the absolute worst. This went way beyond minding your manners, it was more like a lifestyle choice, and it was a choice that Marie Alexandra wouldn’t have never made for herself. The instructor had asked a question about an awkward social situation, one that she didn’t care to answer.

“I don’t know” Marie replied.

“Surely you have a better answer than that?” The middle-aged woman who was the instructor for class and was conducting today’s lecture asked.

“She deserves to get punched in the face” Marie said, “Happy?”

That earned Marie a sour look, she had been getting a lot of those over the last month and figured that she would continue to get them until she left for the Christmas Holiday. The trouble was that she would only have served half her sentence at that point and would have to come back. The other girls in the class tittered like they always did whenever Marie said something they thought was outrageous. It proved what they knew. The girls who made up the mostly Anglo-French class wouldn’t last five minutes outside the carefully controlled environment they lived in, the term hothouse flowers came instantly to mind.

“A Lady does not settle a minor dispute that way, Alexandra” The instructor said flatly.

That much was correct, Marie thought to herself, normally there was a lot screaming involved, along with scratching, kicking, and even biting.

“While Fraulein Blackwood seems intent on entertaining us with her witticisms just remember that it is all for show” The instructor said to the class, “She is a long way from home, and it is understandable that she might be defensive.”

Speaking of people who deserved to be punched in the face. Marie thought to herself. The instructor had just shifted the entire context of her words, making her an object of pity. It was very noticeable that here she was Alexandra Blackwood. The school had omitted that she was the daughter of Katherine von Mischner, a woman ruling over a City-State Principality simply didn’t seem to enter their thinking and the forename of Marie was a childish affectation that she was being encouraged to put behind her.
 
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Apparently, the original plan to pop a Chilean General who had become an obstacle to peace and lethal threat to President Allende once the shooting stopped with a single long distance rifle shot was out. Manny figured that the presence of the troops from the 3rd Mountain was a part of the plan that Allende had not told their side about, the bit where he parades their well-ventilated corpses to the press and public as justice for the death of his dear old fiend Augusto at the hands of the dastardly Germans. Afterwards, he would quietly make sure that General Pinochet took the vast majority of the blame for how the conflict had turned sour for them over the last few months.
Yeah, the Demon Murphy is definitely involved in this one. Lady Luck too, possibly. Regardless of divine and/or infernal intervention, it seems as if all those sneaky, devious, underhanded Mischner/Richtofen genes are coming into play as well.
“What is that?” Christian asked.
A question that we would all like to know the answer to.
“A Lady does not settle a minor dispute that way, Alexandra” The instructor said flatly.

That much was correct, Marie thought to herself, normally there was a lot screaming involved, along with scratching, kicking, and even biting.
Can confirm from life experience of watching my sisters and their friends. <shudder>
Speaking of people who deserved to be punched in the face. Marie thought to herself. The instructor had just shifted the entire context of her words, making her an object of pity. It was very noticeable that here she was Alexandra Blackwood. The school had omitted that she was the daughter of Katherine von Mischner, a woman ruling over a City-State Principality simply didn’t seem to enter their thinking and the forename of Marie was a childish affectation that she was being encouraged to put behind her.
For whatever reason, the school has decided that Marie shall be known by her middle name. This may be due to security concerns, but it appears to that no-one has bothered to consult Marie on this. I can see a great deal of malicious compliance in her teachers not-to-distant future.

Because names are important. Right down to the spelling and pronunciation of them. People (rightly) get extremely pissed off when they are deliberately misnamed, which is what is happening here.

I can see Marie refusing to answer questions or comply with instructions because they were clearly being addressed to someone else.
Or Marie stubbornly replying every single time "My NAME is MARIE! Why is this so hard for you to remember?"
Or Marie referring to her teachers by an incorrect name every time they misname her.
 
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