"Fine!"
Faubert was moved by Charles' persistence. He took a sip of coffee, nodded and said, "Indeed, I haven't seen them. So, what did you see from them?"
"Well, I can't explain it in just a few words. If you allow me, I'd like to start from the beginning." Charles looked at Faubert sincerely.
"Okay, I'm listening."
Forbet put a sugar in the coffee and stirred it slowly with a spoon.
"Ahem."
Charles cleared his throat and gathered his thoughts and said: "A group of my men, the B-2 detachment led by the second-level operator Eugene J. Morrow, was looking for the missing A-5 detachment.
Because the sanatorium area was too special and it was already late at night, after discussion with the team, they decided to find an abandoned residential building to rest for safety reasons.
Subsequently, they conducted a thorough inspection of several nearby buildings, and after the inspection, they found that two of the three sub-buildings were deliberately set up..."
"Sorry to interrupt, what happened? Did the wall collapse, or something else?" Forbet interrupted Charles and asked.
"No, in the first building, we found several highly decomposed corpses that had obviously been lying there for a long time. The smell was... that's it. For the same reason, the second building cannot be inhabited. "
Charles wanted to depict maggot-infested corpses, but finally gave up because he felt too disgusted, thinking that Faubert would understand what he meant.
"Well, okay, I understand, continue!"
Forbet did understand that no one wanted to sleep with a rotting corpse.
Charles continued: “Although the windows and doors of the third residential building were almost rotten except for one of the apartments, there were no bodies inside, so my men chose this one.
They checked all the floors beforehand and there was nothing suspicious, so..."
"So you thought there was a suitable place to spend the night, like a camp specially designed for them?"
The counterintelligence chief interrupted Charles again, half-squinted his eyes and mocked: "That's so interesting. Is this the first time for your people to go out? Can't they see such a crude trap?"
"Usually the team will arrive at dawn, but this time there was a reason. The shipment was too important, so they had to rush there overnight. But someone opened fire on them on the way, and they had to find a place to defend and wait for dawn." Charles tried hard explained.
"Are you talking about the batch of information requested by the higher-ups?" Forbert's face finally turned serious, and it was obvious that he also knew the importance of that batch of information.
"Yes." Charles nodded.
"So, was the goods found and brought back?" Forbet asked.
"Unfortunately, we couldn't find it. The A-5 team responsible for picking up the goods were all dead, and there was no one left alive. The goods just disappeared." Charles said with a face filled with self-blame.
A-5 is the detachment that Charles is in charge of. His subordinates are doing things badly and both men and money are wasted. Being the boss is jointly and severally responsible.
It is the responsibility of the head of the USEC Tarkov Special Operations Department to pursue the responsibility. Forbet has no authority to take charge of it, but he did not say anything even though he was dissatisfied.
He could only smile and shake his head speechlessly: "Let me analyze it for you. A group of unknown guys detected the route of your team and set up a trap apartment on the way.
They then attack on the road, delaying and misleading your squad, thus forcing them to stop for the night.
With so few resting options and it being so late, your men then fall into a trap prepared for them.
Is it right? Did I get the sequence of events correct? "
After listening to the analysis, Charles realized the big problem and broke into a cold sweat.
It's not that he didn't expect this to be a conspiracy, but he openly admitted that he was a commanding idiot and was easily fooled by a group of cultists. You can say goodbye to your promotion.
It is very likely that even the current acting commander will have his black gauze hat taken off.
In order to keep the black gauze hat that he finally put on, Charles thought carefully for a while and then said: "It is true that this possibility cannot be ruled out, but..."
"This possibility?"
Faubert waved his hand to interrupt Charles, and said with a straight face, "Is there any other possibility for this kind of thing? I'm interested in hearing about it. Come on, tell me."
"Forehead……"
Charles didn't have a eloquent tongue, so he was immediately silenced by Fobert's retort and didn't know what to say.
"Hey~"
Forbet sighed.
As a veteran counterintelligence expert, he wanted to stand up and point at Charles's nose and yell at him whether his butt was mounted on his head.
As a professional USEC commander, he couldn't even spot such a simple trap.
One can think of USEC's current situation in Tarkov. Everyone wants to kill them. There are endless conspiracies and tricks against USEC. The living environment is indeed very bad. Not everyone can see through the tricks like him every time.
Thousands of words turned into a sigh.
No longer discussing this unnecessary topic, he changed a new topic and said: "We will discuss this issue later, continue, what happened next?"
"Not long after the U-2 unit fell asleep, the enemy's attack began. They first blew up the sentries with grenades, and then began to attack the building. Enemies also appeared from the basement. Apparently they had ambush inside in advance. Eugene led the team to fight hard We resisted, but the number of enemies was too great, and soon, most of the team members were injured in the battle," said Charles.
"They are obviously not good friends. They don't sound like ordinary SCAVs." Forbet frowned.
"Yes, sir, they are a cult."
"Cultist?"
Forbet stood up from his chair, obviously knowing what a cultist was, and urged: "Well, good, from now on, please tell more details about the battle."
"OK, all right."
Charles nodded and began to explain: "More than seven people on both sides died in the gun battle, and four people in the U-2 unit were injured in the battle.
The battle left only Eugene J. Morrow, the only man uninjured at the time.
They were completely trapped, blocked in an apartment on the third floor, unable to be supported by other teams, and their hope of survival was slim.
But at the critical moment of life and death, there was a sudden explosion outside the house, followed by intensive gunfire, and finally the gunfire stopped.
Someone shouted to Morrow outside the house, speaking authentic American English. Morrow answered the man and was told that he could leave the room and that there were no enemies outside. "
Charles said that he stopped, and he could still feel the thrill of the moment when he retells it, and he needed to take a breath.
