. "Broken Arrow"@en . . . . "Not sold"@en . . . "Theme"@en . . "*Human\n**Clone\n* \n*Twi'lek"@en . "This item has no specified source in the Armory. It is possible that the Armory is incomplete, or that this item is no longer obtainable."@en . . "1.50270147E8"^^ . "1"^^ . . "Doug Jones as Jake Simmons/Deathbolt"@en . "*Confederacy of Independent Systems \n**Supreme Commander of the Droid Armies \n**Supreme Leader\n*Galactic Republic\n**Jedi Order\n***Jedi Knight \n***Padawan \n**Grand Army of the Republic\n***Clone Trooper\n***Clone Commander \n***Jedi General \n***Jedi Commander \n**Republic Navy\n***Admiral \n*Order of the Sith \n**Sith"@en . . . "Broken Arrow.jpg"@en . . . . . "New Digsite Quest!"@en . "First year published"@en . . "Title and short intro here."@en . "5.5E7"^^ . . . "*Battle Droid\n**B-series battle droid\n***B1 Battle droid\n***B2 Super Battle Droid"@en . "reclaimable"@en . "5"^^ . . "Private Hawthidon's Archers need arrows to keep Valindra's Necromancers pinned down."@en . . "Broken arrow"@en . "Broken Arrow est une organisation mentionn\u00E9e pour la premi\u00E8re fois dans Die Rise en activant la radio. On peut entendre Marlton dire que la Broken Arrow n'est pas une base valable pour les op\u00E9rations, que les preuves les implicants dans l'affaire (l'\u00E9pid\u00E9mie en VO, donc s\u00FBrement \u00E0 propos des zombies) ont \u00E9t\u00E9s d\u00E9truites dans un incendie par les employ\u00E9s. Dans l'introduction de Buried, Broken Arrow est mentionn\u00E9 encore une fois par Marlton, il raconte que Russman y travaillait et qu'il a \u00E9t\u00E9 licenci\u00E9 par la suite.C'est \u00E0 ce moment qu'il a commenc\u00E9 \u00E0 voyager au 4 coins du monde avec Samuel."@fr . . . "The closest time the State of Israel was closest to destruction was the Yom Kippur, or October War. It was fought between Israel, Egypt, and Syria. It was fought between October 6, 1973 to October 25, 1973. The result was a tactical Israeli victory, although with heavy losses to the Israeli side. Israeli soldiers combed through the mountain looking for the missing bomb, but the bomb could not be found due to the landslide. After 3 months of searching, the search was called off and the bomb was reported missing."@en . . "115118122127"^^ . "Carlos Valdes as Cisco Ramon"@en . . "0"^^ . "When it is caught during Fishing Trawler, the player receives 5 Fishing experience. In the Varrock Museum, the archaeological expert says, \"No doubt this arrow was shot by a strong warrior!\" Broken arrows and broken staves can be repaired at a repair bench in a player-owned house. fi:Broken arrow When repaired, players receives a message telling them what arrow they fixed. It may be a Mithril arrow, Steel arrow, Iron arrow, Bronze arrow, Headless arrow, or no arrow if it was beyond repair."@en . . . . . . . "Kuva:Broken arrow.png Broken arrow eli hajonnut nuoli. N\u00E4it\u00E4 l\u00F6yt\u00E4\u00E4 usein Crateista. My\u00F6s Ranging Guildissa on n\u00E4it\u00E4, maalitaulujen edess\u00E4. Hajonnut nuoli on P2P tavara. broken arrowin voi my\u00F6s korjata."@fi . . "200"^^ . . . . "2015-04-15"^^ . "2003-07-09"^^ . "1"^^ . "Story by:"@en . . . "No"@en . . . "Broken Arrow is a collaborative fan fiction about modern militaries on Earth written by RelentlessRecusant and Rotaretilbo. The year is 2008, and the place is Earth, a world where subtle politics uneasily ease next to global armies with armaments and vehicles that exist for solely one purpose; war. While international treaties, understandings, and conventions govern these legions of mass destruction, primal instincts of carnal voraciousness urge to take yoke over these militaries; while it does not appear so, the armies of Earth are on a mirror-fine knife to wage catastrophic global warfare. Thus, it is in this scenario that the United Kingdom loses a nuclear warhead to Russian rebels; 22nd SAS Regiment \u201CBravo Team\u201D is dispatched to Chechnyan territory in western Russia to retrieve or neut"@en . "5"^^ . "2"^^ . "Matt Nable as Ra's al Ghul"@en . . "Broken arrow"@en . . "Broken Arrow"@fr . "1"^^ . "0"^^ . . . . "No"@en . "65"^^ . . "Type"@en . "0.015"^^ . . "Karl Yune as Maseo Yamashiro"@en . . . "\"Broken Arrow\" is the nineteenth episode of the third season of Arrow, and the sixty-fifth episode overall. It aired on April 15, 2015."@en . "Yes"@en . "Rila Fukushima as Tatsu Yamashiro"@en . "115759"^^ . . "When it is caught during Fishing Trawler, the player receives 5 Fishing experience. In the Varrock Museum, the archaeological expert says, \"No doubt this arrow was shot by a strong warrior!\" Broken arrows and broken staves can be repaired at a repair bench in a player-owned house. fi:Broken arrow When repaired, players receives a message telling them what arrow they fixed. It may be a Mithril arrow, Steel arrow, Iron arrow, Bronze arrow, Headless arrow, or no arrow if it was beyond repair."@en . "Broken Arrow est une organisation mentionn\u00E9e pour la premi\u00E8re fois dans Die Rise en activant la radio. On peut entendre Marlton dire que la Broken Arrow n'est pas une base valable pour les op\u00E9rations, que les preuves les implicants dans l'affaire (l'\u00E9pid\u00E9mie en VO, donc s\u00FBrement \u00E0 propos des zombies) ont \u00E9t\u00E9s d\u00E9truites dans un incendie par les employ\u00E9s. Dans l'introduction de Buried, Broken Arrow est mentionn\u00E9 encore une fois par Marlton, il raconte que Russman y travaillait et qu'il a \u00E9t\u00E9 licenci\u00E9 par la suite.C'est \u00E0 ce moment qu'il a commenc\u00E9 \u00E0 voyager au 4 coins du monde avec Samuel."@fr . "This item has no specified source in the Armory. It is possible that the Armory is incomplete, or that this item is no longer obtainable."@en . . "Can't sell"@en . "that's been here some time"@en . "*Bly \n*Ima-Gun Di \n*Maddie \n*Darth Magnus \n*Aayla Thul \n*Holly Thul \n*Unidentified B2 battle droid sergeant \n*Unidentified clone trooper 1 \n*Unidentified clone trooper 2 \n*Unidentified clone trooper 3 \n*Unidentified clone trooper 4 \n*Asajj Ventress"@en . . . . "687"^^ . ".jpg"@en . . "Broken Arrow is a collaborative fan fiction about modern militaries on Earth written by RelentlessRecusant and Rotaretilbo. The year is 2008, and the place is Earth, a world where subtle politics uneasily ease next to global armies with armaments and vehicles that exist for solely one purpose; war. While international treaties, understandings, and conventions govern these legions of mass destruction, primal instincts of carnal voraciousness urge to take yoke over these militaries; while it does not appear so, the armies of Earth are on a mirror-fine knife to wage catastrophic global warfare. Thus, it is in this scenario that the United Kingdom loses a nuclear warhead to Russian rebels; 22nd SAS Regiment \u201CBravo Team\u201D is dispatched to Chechnyan territory in western Russia to retrieve or neutralize the warhead before it can fall into Chenyan hands. However, there is an unfolding catastrophe merely waiting to bloom during the course of this covert operation; as Bravo Team eliminates a Chechnyan convoy and retrieves the warhead, things go wrong. While the SAS operators, including Cpl. Randall Lyons, escape back across Russian borders to Georgia...the nuke goes off. The situation rapidly escalates as the British and Russian armies prepare for inevitable bloodshed; Russia denounces the British for handing nuclear weapons to anti-government Chechnyan rebels, placing it in the league of Iran, Pakistan, and North Korea in its dissemination of nuclear arms. Meanwhile, the British blames the nuclear detonation on Russia, an unauthorized arms test on Russian soil, and rallies for the support of the United States and NATO. As global situations begin to warm to the machines of war, a US Army Special Forces (\u201CGreen Beret\u201D) team in Russia under the command of SSgt. Dieter Murray, originally intended for foreign training of Spetsnaz Russian special-forces soldiers, uncovers a most horrifying truth in Russia that will change everything... \u201CStatus check. You all know the drill!\u201D Staff Sergeant Woodbury shouted above the roar of the plane\u2019s engines, quickly replacing the breather to his face. \u201CDon\u2019t open your chute until we\u2019re at eleven hundred feet! Do you hear me?\u201D Rather than the verbose response one might expect from a United States military unit, the British SAS squad nodded, keeping their oxygen breathers on. It was required to breathe pure oxygen for at least half an hour in order to flush all the nitrogen out of their bodies. No one wanted to get the bends halfway down and be unable to open their chute. \u201CI still don\u2019t get it. I\u2019m not even a designated marksman. Why doesn\u2019t the fucking new guy use this bulky thing? I\u2019d prefer an A-W fifty to this Russian piece of junk,\u201D a Lance Corporal complained. \u201CYou\u2019re going to be ten meters out, and have five shots. If you miss, you might as well opt out now.\u201D Retorted Lance Corporal Lyons, the designated marksman and FNG, hefting his SVD Dragunov sniper rifle. \u201CAnd we\u2019re using Russian weps because you know the U-N will be all over this. We can\u2019t leave point two one eight casings behind. We want them to think either a Russian Spetsnaz squad or another rogue element eliminated the convoy. Otherwise, we\u2019d be using American M fours and British AW fifties,\u201D the Staff Sergeant explained with a wink. \u201COne \u2018till drop. Strap in, boys,\u201D crackled over the speakers, just audible over the screaming wind as the two side doors slid open. Everyone was buckled in tight as the cabin violently decompressed, adjusting to the frigid air outside. \u201CAlright, line \u2018em up,\u201D Sergeant Lovejoy called out, taking his position across from Woodbury at the side of the drop door. The line wasn\u2019t really necessary, since there were only two people in each. Lyons was in Lovejoy\u2019s line. \u201CSee you at dirt,\u201D he reassured. \u201CGreen light for HALO! Green light for-\u201D The green light flashed, and Lyons was already out the door, the air tearing at his body, the C-130 already a yonder memory lost in pearlescent, turbulent clouds. Lyons flared his chute a few meters above the ground, dropping and rolling as his feet touched down. \u201CReport!\u201D his radio insisted. \u201CI\u2019ve got four legs and a head. I\u2019m clear.\u201D One by one, the other four SAS operatives reported in. Everyone was good. Lyons started to take a step, but collapsed to the ground. His right ankle was sprained, and it wouldn\u2019t support his weight. \u201CDammit,\u201D he silently cursed to himself. He pulled out his first aid kit and scrambled about for a stick to use as a splint. He wrapped the makeshift splint in gauze and taped it off. He tested his foot. It still hurt like hell, but he\u2019d manage. He pulled out a pain killer, and then wrapped the first aid kit back up and put it in his meager rucksack. He would pop the pain killer, but he needed to be sharp for this mission. But then again, the pain might distract him. He dry-mouthed the pill and then looked around for some landmarks. Earlier, they had viewed satellite images of the entire area, and had agreed to meet by a particularly large rock outcrop that was just a few klicks east of the target. He started what would turn into a twelve-minute jog. The six squad members had joined up at the designated meeting place, a large rock that just stuck up out of the light conifer forest. Silently, they donned ghillie suits and checked their weapons for any malfunction that might ruin their perfectly planned op. Lyons checked his Dragunov SVD, unscrewing the barrel and sighting through it to make sure there weren\u2019t any obstacles, then pulling out a fine cleaning rod and scrubbing the inside of the 620 millimeter barrel to ensure there was no dust. Not that it really mattered. Russian weapons like the SVD were built to last. A person could drop one in the ocean and retrieve it the next day, or swim through a swamp with it tethered to their back, or bury it in sand and then dig it up later, and it would still operate. However, out of habit, Lyons cleaned the weapon anyway. His shots needed to be perfect. Reliability was one thing, perfection another. All around him, the rest of his squad were wiping and inspecting VSS tactical automatic sniper rifles, made especially for the Spetsnaz, all but two, one who was similarly cleaning the barrel of his VSSK silenced .50 caliber anti-material rifle and the other was inspecting the fin-stabilized PG-29V HEAT grenade to ensure that it would fly true. \u201CBravo Team, this is Vandelay Ops. Do you copy? Over.\u201D Only Woodbury reacted to the radio chatter. The rest ignored it, continuing the pre-op inspection. \u201CWe copy. Over,\u201D he responded. \u201CSatellite confirms convoy is en route. E-T-A forty minutes to designated kill zone. Kill zone is a free fire zone. Confirm. Over.\u201D \u201CConfirmed. We\u2019ll lay out the welcome rug. Over and out.\u201D The six commandos, having finished inspecting every bit of equipment to make sure that it was all in working order and properly lashed down so that nothing made a sound as the moved, oriented and began stealthily making their way towards the kill zone. It took them ten minutes to get there, and another five to set up the ambush. They would be positioned in a wheat field off to the east of the road. Their ghillie suits, which had stuck out in the conifers, blended perfectly with the Russian wheat. \u201CAlright, boys, E-T-A is twenty minutes. The Chechen rebels will be in visible range any minute now. I want silence from you lot. Staff Sergeant Woodbury will announce the convoy, and then it\u2019s hand signals only from there on out,\u201D Lovejoy ordered on Woodbury\u2019s behalf. Woodbury was engrossed in his binoculars, which he had sooted prior to the mission so that they wouldn\u2019t gleam the sun and give away his position, and were thus very difficult to see through. The commandos hunkered down, weapons ready. \u201CContacts. I count five vehicles. Open-air U-A-Z four sixty-nine with a light machine gun mounted, followed by a B-M-P one I-F-V, followed by a G-A-Z sixty-six four by four truck, followed by a B-T-R fifty A-P-C, followed by another open-air U-A-Z. Estimated E-T-A is fifteen minutes.\u201D Woodbury ducked back down after making the lightning fast report. Civilians would have been overwhelmed by the sheer volume and detail, but these were SAS commandos, and they all took it in easily. Lyons sighted down the PSO-1 optical scope on his Dragunov where he estimated his first shot would be. Minutes ticked by on Lyons\u2019s mission clock. Soon, the low rumble of two jeeps, a tank, a truck, and an armored personnel carrier could be heard up the road. It didn\u2019t take long before the first UAZ-469 rolled through Lyons\u2019s crosshairs. Modified chromaffin cells in his adrenal cortex did not relent, releasing catecholaminergic epinephrine and norepinephrine, ordering all his muscles to stand guard, to lock rigid, his heart continuing its pulsing throbs in preparation for the worst. Lyons began to tap his finger on the trigger to ease his nerve, but stopped immediately, realizing that he might accidentally set off his rifle. Firing now would be death for them all, because they didn\u2019t have the fire power to trade shots with that BMP-1. It would tear them apart before they could say \u2018parley\u2019. Lyons slowly melded into a merciless mire of sound and color, of pastel tones set to the beating drums of war that sounded within his crest. Next, the BMP-1 passed through Lyons\u2019s crosshairs, followed by the truck, their target, and then the APC. He was jarred from his reverie by the sound of a crash as the lead jeep fell into a cleverly disguised trench the SAS commandos had dug across the road from one end of the depression to the other. It was about two feet deep and at least four across. \u201C\u041F\u0440\u043E\u043A\u043B\u044F\u043D\u0438\u0442\u0435 \u044D\u0442\u043E! \u041F\u043E\u043B\u0443\u0447\u0438\u0442\u0435 \u0442\u043E\u0442 \u0434\u0436\u0438\u043F \u0438\u0437 \u0442\u0430\u043C!\u201D someone shouted in Russian. Lyons knew enough Russia to pick up the words \u2018damn\u2019, \u2018jeep\u2019, and \u2018out\u2019. \u201C\u041F\u043E\u0439\u0434\u0438\u0442\u0435 \u043F\u043E\u043C\u043E\u0433\u0430\u044E\u0442 \u0438\u043C! \u0421\u043F\u0435\u0448\u0438\u0442\u0435! \u0421\u043F\u0435\u0448\u0438\u0442\u0435!\u201D another of the Chechen rebels shouted. Lyons understood \u2018help\u2019 and \u2018hurry\u2019. The rest of the convoy slid to a stop across the gravelly path. Lyons was starting to wonder if he had incorrectly estimated his target\u2019s position when the rear jeep slid into his crosshair, stopping with his bead right on the gunner\u2019s head. Lyons zoomed in and, estimating his distance to be about fifteen feet, elevated the scope several millimeters above the head. Realizing his mistake immediately, Lyons dropped the crosshair to within a few hairs\u2019 breaths of the head. He had forgotten that the Russian scope was in metric, not imperial. Fifteen feet and fifteen meters would make a world of difference. Adjusting to the five, which was a millimeter below the intersecting perpendicular the line of carrot marks that formed his crosshairs, Lyons prepared to take the shot. He practiced the motion between the gunner and the driver a few times until he was satisfied he could do it in under a second without thinking. The squad radio clicked twice and Lyons slipped back into the reverie of a sniper. He was vaguely aware as Lovejoy stood onto one knee, still almost completely obscured by the tall wheat, and fired his RPG-29, the PG-29V grenade sliding perfectly out of the tube, fins erecting, and flying on a straight course with the BMP-1. The Chechens, too busy with the jeep, hardly heard the muffled whump as the grenade\u2019s rocket boost fired inside the tube, spraying flames behind Lovejoy and incinerating a small patch of wheat, nor the shump as the projectile lazily streaked down into the depression, leaving a light smoke trail, and collided with the seam that connected the BMP-1\u2019s main gun with its chassis, one of the weakest points of any heavily armored tank. The grenade penetrated the armor easily, exploding inside and killing the crew instantly. The high explosive round bloomed outward as the gases expanded. The flames licked up into the ammo cache. The resulting explosion sent a shock wave that bent some of the wheat and knocked a few Chechens over. They all turned to look at the flame blankly, completely taken aback by the sudden explosion. Lyons was also vaguely aware as the Lance Corporal with the VSSK began pumping round after round into the BTR-50, the .50 caliber rounds easily puncturing the light armor and tearing apart any who had remained inside. That was what Lyons had been waiting for, the distinct muffled crack of a suppressed VSSK sniper rifle. At that, he opened fire with his SVD, killing first the gunner and then the driver. Not even bothering to watch either shot, which Lyons already knew would be kills, Lyons zoomed back a bit and scanned the rest of the area. At about that time, the other three commandos opened fire with their silenced automatic VSS sniper rifles, laying down a exactingly direct crossfire of special nine millimeter subsonic rounds. Before Lyons could pull off another shot, all visible contacts were down. \u201CVandelay Ops, this is Bravo-Six. Over,\u201D Woodbury whispered into his mic. \u201CThis is Vandelay Ops. Go ahead. Over.\u201D \u201CFive vehicles neutralized. Nine visible Chechens neutralized. Confirm, over.\u201D \u201CRepeat? There should be ten Chechens. Over.\u201D \u201CRoger, Vandelay Ops. I\u2019m pretty sure I heard screams when we put those fifties through that A-P-C. The tenth is probably dead inside. Requesting satellite thermal confirmation. Over.\u201D \u201CSatellite confirms ten warm bodies in or around the convoy. Nothing moving. Permission to proceed granted. Over and out.\u201D Woodbury nodded and made a few hand gestures to his squad. He wasn\u2019t going to take any chances, whether satellites confirmed ten enemy casualties or not. Lyons slung his SVD, removing a PP-2000 Russian submachine gun from a small holster. The thing was an amazing piece of craftsmanship, being about the size of a compact pistol with an elongated rectangular clip protruding from the back. Lyons still preferred British, American, and even German weapons, but he had to hand it to the Russians: they were damn good weapons smiths. The squad carefully and silently crept up to the now dead convoy, three still sporting their VSS sniper rifles and the other three a mix of a Russian pistol and two Russian submachine guns. The squad spread out, each checking a body by kicking it roughly. None of the corpses responded with so much as a groan. They were dead. Lyons moved on to the BTR-50. The driver side window was shattered, and the windshield was splattered with blood. It was apparent that the Lance Corporal had gotten cocky and spent one of his five .50 caliber rounds blowing the driver\u2019s brains out. Of course, the round has also blown much of the man\u2019s upper torso apart, leaving no trace of his head. \u201CBravo-Four,\u201D Woodbury spoke quietly over the radio, \u201Cclear that B-T-R. I don\u2019t want any surprises. Bravo-Three, check the B-M-P\u2019s wreckage. Bravo-One, go make sure the crew of the forward jeep are definitely K-I-A. Bravo-Two, you\u2019re with Bravo-Five and me on retrieval duty. Head for the truck.\u201D Lyons silently cursed his luck. Of course the FNG would be the only one with a significant chance of getting shot. Why did he have to clear the APC? Distracted by his thoughts, Lyons stepped on a particularly sharp rock. While the rock didn\u2019t cut his boot, it sent pain shooting up his sprained ankle. He clenched his teeth, angry with himself for being so careless. Still not keen on the prospect of clearing a vehicle that possibly had hostiles, Lyons instead took the time to listen in on Woodbury, Lovejoy, and the unlucky Lance Corporal. \u201CVandelay Ops. This is Bravo Team. Do you copy? Over.\u201D \u201CGo ahead, Bravo Team. We copy ten by ten. Over.\u201D \u201CAll enemies have been neutralized. We are retrieving the package. Over and out.\u201D Lyons looked over as the Lance Corporal parted the tarp draped over the GAZ-66\u2019s bed. \u201CFuck! There\u2019s no nuke!\u201D he shouted. \u201CStow it! What do you see?\u201D Woodbury snapped acrimoniously. \u201CGuns and ammo. Nothing big enough to be a nuke,\u201D Bravo-Two responded. \u201CMove over,\u201D Lovejoy ordered, roughly shoving the Lance Corporal aside so that he and Woodbury could completely remove the tarp. Sure enough, all that they could see were ammo drums and belts for RPDs, clips for AK-47s, and an assortment of weapons. \u201CVandelay, we have a problem. Over.\u201D \u201CWhat sort of problem? Over.\u201D \u201CThe package is not in the fucking truck.\u201D \u201CNot in the truck? NRO confirms that satellites picked up the Chechens loading the package in at O eight hundred this morning. It is in the truck. Over and out.\u201D Lovejoy practically leapt onto the flatbed as he searched for anything. Clips and belts and drums were thrown hither and yon as he madly tore the bed apart looking for the nuke. \u201CNothing,\u201D Lovejoy said tersely. He looked up and noticed Lyons staring at him. \u201CIs the A-P-C clear, Bravo-Four?\u201D he called out angrily. \u201CNo, sir! Clearing now, sir!\u201D Lyons responded smartly, hoping to avoid the angry Sergeant\u2019s full wrath. That\u2019s when he heard the voice. At first, he couldn\u2019t make out the low whisper, but soon, it was audible enough for him to pick out words. \u201C\u0411\u0440\u0438\u0442\u0430\u043D\u0441\u043A\u0438\u0435 \u043A\u043E\u043C\u043C\u0430\u043D\u0434\u043E\u0441 \u0421\u0410\u0421 \u0443\u0431\u0438\u043B\u0438 \u043D\u0430\u0448\u0438\u0445 \u043C\u0443\u0436\u0447\u0438\u043D, \u0438 \u043E\u043D\u0438 \u0438\u0449\u0443\u0442 \u0442\u0440\u0430\u043D\u0441\u043F\u043E\u0440\u0442\u043D\u044B\u0435 \u0441\u0440\u0435\u0434\u0441\u0442\u0432\u0430. \u0414\u0435\u0442\u043E\u043D\u0430\u0442\u043E\u0440 \u043D\u0435 \u0440\u0430\u0431\u043E\u0442\u0430\u0435\u0442. \u042F \u0432\u043E\u043E\u0440\u0443\u0436\u0438\u043B...\u201D he heard. He recognized \u2018SAS\u2019 immediately, and knew there was trouble. He thrust the door open. On the other side was a Chechen with a radio in one hand and a Vepr 12 semiautomatic shotgun in the other. His entire right leg was missing, likely from one of the .50 caliber rounds, and there was a pool of blood on the ground. Roughly shoved under a bench on which rebel was sitting was a duffle bag. The rebel was surprised at the intruder, and the moment was brief. Before he could utter a single word or even aim his shotgun, Lyons had opened fire with his submachine gun. First he sprayed the body, and then he sprayed the radio transmitter. \u201CShots fired! Shots fired! Bravo-Four! Status?\u201D Lyons heard Woodbury call. \u201CEnemy contact neutralized. I think I\u2019ve located the package too. Be advised. Enemies may be en route. There\u2019s a radio in here.\u201D \u201CShit! Bravo-Five, get into that A-P-C and retrieve the package. Bravo-Four, why didn\u2019t you clear the A-P-C earlier?\u201D \u201CSorry, sir. I was distracted. It\u2019s my fault.\u201D \u201CDamn right it\u2019s your fucking fault! But we\u2019ll leave this bit out of the final report. Bravo Team, form up at the A-P-C.\u201D The five commandos formed up just outside of the BTR-50 as Lovejoy brought the duffle bag out, setting it gingerly on the ground. \u201CVandelay Ops. This is Bravo Team. Package secure. Over.\u201D \u201CConfirm, package secure. Over.\u201D \u201CConfirmed. Over.\u201D \u201CConfirm that it is a Red Snow missile warhead Lot Number Eight-Seven-Seven-Two-Five. Over.\u201D Lovejoy shot a sideways glance at Woodbury. \u201CSir, we have a serious problem.\u201D \u201CVandelay, please hold. There might be a slight issue. Over.\u201D \u201CWhat kind of issue? Over.\u201D Again, Woodbury looked at Lovejoy, waiting for an answer. \u201CSir. I can\u2019t be sure, but I think the package is armed,\u201D Lovejoy stuttered, with the barest signs of stress showing underneath his voice. \u201CWhat the fuck?\u201D \u201CRepeat. What kind of issue? Over.\u201D \u201CA shitload of fuck. Over.\u201D \u201CBravo Team, you need to tell us what the problem is. A \u2018shitload of fuck\u2019 doesn\u2019t help us. Over.\u201D Lovejoy nodded gravely to Woodbury. \u201CVandelay Ops, be advised, the bomb is armed. Countdown reads eight minutes forty-two seconds and counting. Over.\u201D \u201CWhat!? That\u2019s impossible! There shouldn\u2019t be any accessory mechanisms!\u201D \u201CWell, the Chechens attached one. Countdown reads eight minutes seven seconds and counting. How do we proceed, Vandelay? Over.\u201D There was an uncomfortable pause. \u201CEr\u2026Bravo Team, proceed to extract on the double. Over.\u201D \u201CWhat do we do with the package? Over.\u201D \u201CLeave it. Over.\u201D \u201CLeave it? Do I copy correctly? Over.\u201D The sound of the microphone being fumbled around sounded over the radio, followed by a deeper voice. \u201CThis is Lieutenant General Dale Reynolds of the United States Army.\u201D \u201CSir, you shouldn\u2019t identify yourself over the radio,\u201D the Vandelay operative from before quietly complained. \u201CFuck off! As I was saying, I am a Lieutenant General, and I am ordering you to drop the \u2018package\u2019 and get the hell out of dodge. Do I make myself clear? Over.\u201D \u201CYes, sir! Right away, sir! Over and out!\u201D He practically bellowed the last words; Woodbury seemed a bit shaken by the presence of an American general. He hadn\u2019t known the Americans were so heavily involved in this op. He turned to Lovejoy. \u201CBravo-Five, drop the nuke. Bravo-Four, go clear the rear four sixty-nine of bodies. Bravo-Two, go help him. Bravo-One and Bravo-Three, cover them. We have possible inbound vectors.\u201D Woodbury turned back to Lovejoy, who had a death grip on the nuke. \u201CDrop it, sir?\u201D he stuttered. Without saying a word, Woodbury wrenched it out of his hands and tossed it up into the wheat field above and to the right. \u201CBravo-Five, you\u2019re driving!\u201D Woodbury and Lovejoy jogged over to the jeep. \u201CBravo-Six, this is going to be a tight fit,\u201D Bravo-Two complained. As much as he was right, Woodbury just gave him a glare. \u201CMake it happen!\u201D he practically shouted. \u201CBravo Team. Inbound convoy. Satellite just picked them up. Ten vehicles. All I-F-Vs. E-T-A is thirty minutes. Get out of there now! Over and out.\u201D Bravo-Five jumped into the driver seat. Bravo-Six took the passenger seat with Bravo-Four in the middle. Bravo-One and Bravo-Two squeezed into the rear storage, their legs draping over the edge. Bravo-Three manned the machine gun. \u201CGet us out of here now, Bravo-Five!\u201D Woodbury shouted at Lovejoy. \u201CNOW!\u201D \u201CSir, we dug the trench across the entire path. There\u2019s no way around!\u201D \u201CGoing the other way is not an option! Find a way over that pass. That\u2019s an order!\u201D Without a word, Lovejoy stepped on the gas, veering around the BTR-50 and speeding towards the trench. Everyone else grabbed hold of whatever was available, bracing for impact. At the last moment, Lovejoy spun the wheel, sending the UAZ-469 up across the depression incline and around the trench. The UAZ jackknifed, and Lovejoy quickly spun the wheel the other way and drove back down the incline and onto the road. It was no longer conscientiously objecting; it had a new vehicle to ferry to safety."@en . "20"^^ . . "Broken Arrow"@en . "Publisher"@en . . . "1996-02-09"^^ . "Broken Arrow is a 1996 American action film directed by John Woo, written by Graham Yost, and starring John Travolta and Christian Slater. The original music score was composed by Hans Zimmer, and features the legendary guitarist, Duane Eddy. It deals with the attempted theft of an American nuclear weapon."@en . "*Blaster\n*Lightsaber"@en . "Number"@en . "Drop"@en . . "Broken Arrow"@en . . "*Clone Wars\n**Siege of Salecumai"@en . . . "Edition"@en . "Arrow"@en . "0"^^ . . . "*Armored Assault Tank\n*All Terrain Tactical Enforcer\n*All Terrain Recon Transport\n*Low Altitude Assault Transport\n**Low Altitude Assault Transport/infantry\n***Bantha Poodoo \n***Spaceward Ho! \n*Multi-Troop Transport\n*Z-95 Headhunter"@en . "Common"@en . "Broken arrows can be found by searching specimen trays, digging training sites and level 3 sites in the Digsite. This item has no known use."@en . . "Author"@en . . "1"^^ . . "The archaeological expert says, \"No doubt this arrow was shot by a strong warrior!\""@en . . . . "115759"^^ . . "Broken arrows can be found by searching specimen trays, digging training sites and level 3 sites in the Digsite. This item has no known use."@en . . "0"^^ . . . . "No"@en . "Brandon Routh as Ray Palmer/The Atom"@en . . . . . . "0"^^ . . "Spiritual ranger"@en . . . . "Private Hawthidon's Archers need arrows to keep Valindra's Necromancers pinned down."@en . . . . "\"Broken Arrow\" is the nineteenth episode of the third season of Arrow, and the sixty-fifth episode overall. It aired on April 15, 2015."@en . . "Adrian Holmes as Frank Pike"@en . "6480.0"^^ . . "The archaeological expert says, \"No doubt this arrow was shot by a strong warrior!\""@en . . . . . . . "Cynthia Addai-Robinson as Amanda Waller"@en . "Theatrical poster"@en . . . "Illustrator"@en . . . "Broken arrow"@fi . . . . . "English"@en . . "Kuva:Broken arrow.png Broken arrow eli hajonnut nuoli. N\u00E4it\u00E4 l\u00F6yt\u00E4\u00E4 usein Crateista. My\u00F6s Ranging Guildissa on n\u00E4it\u00E4, maalitaulujen edess\u00E4. Hajonnut nuoli on P2P tavara. broken arrowin voi my\u00F6s korjata."@fi . . . . . . . "Teleplay by:"@en . . . . . . "2003-07-09"^^ . "Yes"@en . . "The closest time the State of Israel was closest to destruction was the Yom Kippur, or October War. It was fought between Israel, Egypt, and Syria. It was fought between October 6, 1973 to October 25, 1973. The result was a tactical Israeli victory, although with heavy losses to the Israeli side. During this war, so close was Israel to destruction that many of their tactical and strategic nuclear weapons were scrambled, and all their military forces were placed at SNAPCOUNT. During the confusion of the war, trucks got lost, papers were destroyed, and people didn't know what to do. One of such people was Akim Rosenburg. Rosenburg was a 27 year old military pilot for the Israeli Air Force. He piloted an F-15 Eagle armed with a Mark 12 nuclear weapon, with a yield of 12 KT. On October 18, the War Council of Israel vote on a nuclear response. At first, the decision is a go. Akim and others are scrambled with their weapons, and are sent to Syria and Egypt. However, at the last minute the order is canceled. Akim turned around is F-15, relieved at not having the blood of thousands on his hands. However, as he turned around on top of the Golon Heights, his plane got a malfunction and lost power for a split second. Even though power came back after, it was too late, and Akim's plane plummeted towards Mount Hermon, the highest point in Syria and Israel. Akim quickly ejected out, and quickly got back safely to friendly territory. However, before the F-15 exploded, his unarmed Mark 12 bomb fell out into the mountain, where it remained, undetonated. A landslide also happened to cover up the bomb. Israeli soldiers combed through the mountain looking for the missing bomb, but the bomb could not be found due to the landslide. After 3 months of searching, the search was called off and the bomb was reported missing. Then, on May 19, 2000, another landslide occurred, which uncovered the Israeli bomb. Two days later, on May 21, a group of Hamas extremists were climbing through the mountain, ready to smuggle into Israel, to wreck terror upon Israel. However, the leader, Usman bin Hassan, caught a flash of orange in the corner of his eye. He ordered his men to search that area, and was astonished to find a Zionist bomb buried, with its front head bent, and the fins snapped off. He tried to get his men to pick up the bomb, but it was much too heavy. He later called back to HQ and got a truck to pick up the bomb. And there started the end of the world."@en . "No"@en . . "Broken Arrow is a 1996 American action film directed by John Woo, written by Graham Yost, and starring John Travolta and Christian Slater. The original music score was composed by Hans Zimmer, and features the legendary guitarist, Duane Eddy. It deals with the attempted theft of an American nuclear weapon."@en . . . "*Salecumai\n**Resdin \n**Salecumai Wastelands \n***Separatist Outpost"@en . "Pages"@en . . "Title and short intro here."@en . . "default"@en . . . . "Broken Arrow"@en . . . . . . . . "This must have been shot at high speed."@en . . . . . "No"@en . . .