In the bustling heart of Colombia, a motley crew of police officers gathered at the small, sun-drenched station, where peeling paint whispered tales of long-ago glory and the faint aroma of cocoa filled the air.
Captain Dudemeister, with his crooked smile and a heart heavy with responsibility, curbed his thrill-seeking tendencies just enough to keep the sneering cartel at bay with clever tricks and a watchful eye.
Officer PrV, the brawniest of the bunch, had a penchant for tradition and folklore, often spinning cautionary tales from the past while pretending to fix his old, sputtering cruiser.
Every day is a high-stakes dance, a tightrope walk between survival and justice, as they sidestepped bribes by offering their own brand of justice—one that sometimes meant turning a blind eye to small evils to keep the larger ones at bay. In the shadows of the trees, amidst the rumble of the city's pulse, they forged alliances with the neighborhood's hustlers and shopkeepers, crafting a fragile tapestry of law and order that held against the tide of chaos threatening to sweep them all away.
The grip of the cartel tightens like a noose around the city, their expanding empire now stretching beyond Colombian borders—drawn by international demand and the lure of lucrative partnerships. With each passing month, brazen displays of power, from bombastic displays of wealth to chilling acts of violence, ensnared the attention of global media and law enforcement agencies, thrusting the cartel into the harsh limelight of international scrutiny. The delicate balance the police once navigated, turning a blind eye to minor offenses in exchange for a semblance of peace, began to fray, fracturing under the sheer weight of mounting pressure from foreign governments eager to see results.
Outside actors—pressure from the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration and European authorities—began to seep like a dark fog into the previously insular world of local policing. Officers like Captain Dudemeister found themselves caught in a vise, forced to choose between loyalty to their neighborhoods, where many held familial ties to cartel members, and the imperative to root out the malignant threat before it engulfed everything.
Hampez looked pale as Captain Dudemeister informed the men about the international task forces descending on Colombia, their involvement demanding action that could unleash bloodshed. Fearlessly armed with intelligence and whispers from their informants, the officers were now compelled to strike at the very heart of the cartel's operations.
Hampez knew the cartel would retaliate, initiating a chilling wave of violence that would very likely spirale into the streets, the officers braced themselfes, knowing that their survival—and the fate of the city—depended on uniting against a foe that had grown ever bolder, with shadows of conflict looming large over their festering peace.
In the early morning haze of Colombia, the police were briefed on a covert operation that could shift the tide in their fight against the cartel. Rumors had surfaced that the cartel's elusive banker, a man known only as "El Lobo" had taken refuge in the labyrinthine slums of San Antero, hidden amidst a network of dilapidated buildings and vibrant murals. With outside forces breathing down their necks, the capture of this key player was crucial, it could compromise the cartel's finances and send a potent message to both the syndicate and the world.
Captain Dudemeister gathered his team, steeling their resolve as they prepared for the daunting task ahead.
The task was to mount up into their battered but steadfast cruisers and roll into the heart of the slum, navigate narrow alleys thick with the scent of gunpowder and looks of anger from the population. The police could expect commotion from civilians and violence from cartel members, possible the entire slum town will defend "El Lobo" from being captured.
If we make it to the compound believed to be the resident of "El Lobo", arrest the man and rapidly throw him into a car and exfiltrate to meet with the task-force that will handle the exfil out of the country.
Any and all electronics and intel from the residence needs to be retrieved and collected for further investigation into the affairs of the cartel.
With every breath, the determination etched on their faces was a testament to the risk they undertook, not just for themselves, but for the fragile hope of a more peaceful Medellín. The task force awaited the go-ahead at the convoy-point, ready to set forth to capture El Lobo, and as the engines started, each officer whispered to himself some words of resilience, echoing the very essence of their mission.
- Capture El Lobo (cartel banker) located in the western slums of San Antero
- Gather INTEL (electronics/papers) for further investigation
- Hand-over of El Lobo to international task-force
- Survive the cartel
6 HMMW
2 Ambulance
2 Skoda police cruisers (NL)
2 M113 Armed police vehicles (service and repair) (TL)
4 AH-6M littlebirds
1 412 Bell MedEvac
1 UH-60 Blackhawk armed
Loadouts: 9mm MP5, Tactical vests and small backpacks.