Echo Six: Black Ops 4 - Chechen Massacre by Eric Meyer

was armed with a more modern Russian AKM assault rifle.
    “Yuri, tell them about the train."
    The man thought for a few moments and then replied.
    "It's big, like all the Trans-Siberian outfits. I'd guess it must be almost a kilometer long, a mix of flat cars and goods wagons, as well as four passenger coaches for the guards. The coaches are positioned two right behind the engine and two at the rear."
    "You know what we're looking for?"
    Yuri grinned: "Of course, nuclear warheads. I didn't think you came here to steal cigarettes and vodka. But I guess you want to know which wagon they're traveling in. I'm afraid we don't know, except that it's sure to be next to one of the guard coaches. Front or back, take your choice."
    Talley looked at Barrington. It was his show and up to him to plan the attack. The Major glared at Borodin.
    "We must inspect those wagons before you blow them to pieces with rocket fire, Mr. Borodin."
    Once more, the Russian roared with laughter, "You think the North Koreans will stand aside and allow you to inspect their cargo? Believe me, if we don't shoot them to pieces the moment the train stops, our men won't stand a chance."
    "Very well, open fire on the passenger coaches. We'll give you thirty seconds to subdue the defenders. Then we go in. Just do your best to cover us. How will you prevent the train from moving off? Once the shooting starts, they won't wait just because the signal is red."
    Borodin nodded and pointed. In the distance, a huge truck was driving toward the railroad.
    "It is carrying a full load of concrete, and the driver will stop the engine when he is across the line, so they will not be able to continue.”
    Barrington looked at Talley. "It looks doable, Commander. Split the men into two groups. Send one group one kilometer back to search the rear wagons and finish off any other defenders. I'll stay here with the rest of the men, and we'll take the front wagon."
    "Copy that, Major."
    Talley gave orders to Guy who took one of the snipers, Nikki Toussaint with a Minimi, and seven other troopers, including Heinrich Buchmann, who carried some of the spare C4. It was a good mix. They should be able to take care of most situations. He prepared the remaining men for the attack on the leading wagon. Captain Falco stayed close to him, and he smiled when Lieutenant Rovere remained near her. Even in battle, he was drawn unerringly to a pretty face. Borodin similarly split his force, sending half the rocket launchers and machine guns to the rear, together with supporting gunmen. They looked tough and competent; no doubt all former military men, many of them Special Forces. They’d need to be; the plan required them to stop a 1000-ton train and overcome a crack company of fanatic defenders.
    "I can hear the train," Domenico murmured.
    "Yeah, me too," Reynolds growled. He was cradling the Minimi, and next to him Virgil Kane waited with spare ammunition boxes for the machine gun and his own assault rifle, an HK 416. Talley looked up, sensing movement. The light on the signal gantry had changed from green to red. It had started. He heard a click in his earpiece.
    "Echo One, this is Echo Two. We're in position."
    "Copy that."
    Barrington came over to him and crouched down. "Are your men ready, Commander?"
    Talley could hear the petulant note in his voice, the stress a man feels before he goes into battle, especially for the first time. He couldn't blame the man for it, but the MP officer should have been checking on Borodin's positions and the way he’d deployed his men. If they fouled up, the operation would be over almost before it had started, but it was too late to say anything. All he could do was trust the big Russian gangster.
    The headlights of the Trans-Siberian Express came into view, perhaps a kilometer away. It was like the great Eye of Cyclops, a huge iron monster hurtling toward them across the bleak land. More than a thousand tons of steel, carrying two hundred troops, together