Realistic or Modern Battlefield of Duty

Ch0sen1 · Jun 19, 2014

Role Play Rating:

M - Mature (17+)

Role Play Status:

Open - Accepting

This isn't one of those stories about a band of soldiers that team up to save the world from some terrorist threat. This isn't some epic tale about a unit of chosen few who all give a last hoorah in effort to save the globe from some perilous threat. This isn't even just about shooting and killing the other guy across from you because he's your enemy. This is about change, adaptation. Yeah, it's easy to follow suit with a crowd when they all conform to a common purpose, but what if that purpose is twisted? What if it goes against everything you believe in? This rp explores not just the external war, but the internal ones as well.

Who will you be? That guy that gets it done "by any means necessary", or will you be the shepard of hope for the world, following the path of righteousness? Your journey will lead you to one common goal: Triumph or die. But how do you triumph when faced with an enemy? Ally? Innocent lives all at stake? If you seek action, epic adventure, thrill, or just spontaneous improve this rp is for you...but remember the world you're in....everything has consequences.

~2014. The United States has pretty much been sitting on her beautiful, lazy behind in regards to warfare and political strain. Foreign policies couldn't be better, and other than the "incursion" of North Korea, life's pretty much laid out on a silver platter to anyone or anything domestically inclined to the great ol' USA....which is exactly the perfect moment for just one spark of turmoil to set off a chain of cataclysmic events that will imprint itself in history for all time in mankind. That's nothing compared to what threat lies beneath the surface....as the USA is but a microscopic pawn in a vast scheme of revolution and order. Will you rise above the oncoming chaos? Or fall victim to a plot that no war in history could fathom.~

The time is now. Make your choice.

Obviously no god modding or anything like that. Have a reasonable story and background for your character. Make sure to be open and think outside the box a little if you wish to stand out. Also, THIS IS WAR. War has casualties and you may be one of them, or maybe you will literally save the world. Be prepared for anything. Imagine this as a First person shooter in the perspective of your character.

If you have any special character requests (Main Antagonist, Non-Fictional, etc.) Please notify me before your character sign-up!

Lastly, go hard or go home.

-PROLOGUE-

((Based on real events/people))

January 8, 2000

Islambad, Pakistan

23:04 hours

Man's Voice: "You really think this'll work?"

Female Voice: *Hispanic Accent* "If they are as radical and passionate as he says, then I'm sure that it will...and once it does, revolution chico. Revolution. All they need is a little.....eh...direction."

Man Voice: "And if this goes sour?"

Female Voice: *sighs* "Then they'll die without a purpose..."

~As an all black bulletproof convoy enters into an undisclosed compound, dozens of armed Pakistanis surround the area with AK-74u's, sternly watching the convoy waiting for the slightest hint of a threat. The convoy slowly pulls to a stop as one armed man pulls in front and motions his hand to stop, and radios it in.~

Pakistani: *into radio* "Hihm Mo'huna..."

~A few armed personnel approach the convoy with metal and bomb detectors and secure the vehicle. The driver lowers down the back window behind him.~

Female Voice: "I can assure you, we're clean."

Pakistani by window: *looks skeptical* "El furugh deborte..."

Female: *smiles* "Certainly."

~A lean, black haired woman exits the car with all black shades on. The brown haired passenger beside her and the red mohawked passenger beside the driver follow suit. The three exit with their hands up and spins around to ensure the group that they are indeed unarmed. A few men approach them and search them anyway to check for other items.~

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Female: *smirks* "Frisky type are you?"

~The other two passengers remain silent.~

Pakistani: "Guadeho.."

~The ensemble of armed men begin to lower their weapons and ease off of the group. Two fall behind the three stangers and nudge them into the direction of the compound. The entire party joins them as they all trek to an unmarked warehouse. Inside, six members stand upright among the vast area. Their eyes bear into the three unknown figures before them.~

Armed Man: "Tuwah Defo!" *halts the three*

~The three stops in their tracks. One of the six members steps forward.~

Key Member1: "Utetha...leyka helia elia te telibuht numuhn..."

Key Member3: "Tanyi heh tupdoya'kunhuh obnoshe ena."

Female: "Yes we are the ones who requested you....and careful to insult your guests. Never know who they may be..."

Key Member3: *looks shocked*

Female: "You assume because I'm from America I don't understand you?" *laughs* "Yehshubu en lay akoon mendeli'da beh de hyfil." [You shouldn't be so foolish]

Key Member2: "You are on our turf, Americans. We do as please.."

Female: "I can see that. So are we done measuring dicks? I would like to get down to business. Mi madre is making plantones and I'd like to get back."

~The six members look amongst themselves in deep skepticism.~

Female: "My name is Vee, and I understand that you all are becoming the world's greatest headache. Some call you terrorists, others radicals. I.....we believe you are warriors. Warriors who wish for nothing to acheive Jihad and their destiny. We know that you're on every watchlist in the United Nations...but that just got you in the door...why not be WORLD renown!?"

~The room begins to intensely focus on the female.~

Vee: "Your leader knows what he wants, and gets it. Not just because he can, but because he has passion...a vision. So do we. Gentlemen, what if I told you that we all can acheive our visions AND cripple one of our most powerful mutual enemies?"

Key Member5: "Bendaliuh hastah whu'huh....Melhuwhi' abdebt."

Vee: -_-

"Really? A setup? With three people versus a million? You're insolence is starting to kill my zen hombre..."

Key Member: "How do we know you not lying? Prove it."

Vee: *looks at Red Mohawked man*

Red Mohawk Man: *smiles*

Vee: *back to the six men* "We can get you into the country. The United States, I mean."

~The group of armed men begin to chatter. Slight noise fills the warehouse.~

Key Member1: *raises hand* "Gailf!"

~The chatter stops.~

Vee: "Show them." *to Red Mohawk*

Red Mohawked Man: *walks up and pulls out a small booklet containing five passports*

Vee: "We do our homwork gentlemen...

Ato Muhammed. Egypt, Cairo University 1990. Attending Hamburg University. Smart, but impulsive.

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Hanur Hanik. You already have a passport since you've been in the USA since 91. Attended Arizona U and graduate of 95, pilot's licensce in 99 of last year...your skills are definitely preferrable for what we have in mind..

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Hazi Nawaf. Who do you think made sure your tourist visas cleared last year? We've been watching you all for a while and you never even knew.

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Jahar Zihad. Wealthy secularist. Been in Germany since 96. Also a student of Hamburg University where you met Ato. Your resources will benefit you more than you know.

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Mihdar Khaled. Bosnian war in the 90's. You were recruited by Lin-Baden for your jihadist expertise. Another reason why we know you'll be right for the job.

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Shahi Marwani. Last but not least... moved to Germany in 96, where you met Ato and Jahar. Began a intel ring based out of Hamburg U, which is impressive work by the way, and serves as Lin Baden's right hand man."

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~The six men look with absolute astonishment on their faces.~

Vee: "What? It's my job to know gentlemen. Now you can accept our 'gifts' and present our proposition to Lin Baden, or we can pack up and vanish forever. But I think you know as well as I do that you'll never get the US's attention off of 'intel rings and wild gunfire' ....."

~The six looks amongst themselves in contemplation. Moments pass before Shahi Marwani steps forward.~

Shahi Marwani: *sternly* "What do you have in mind, 'Vee' ?"

Vee: *smirks* "Well....first we need to take care of a little something..." *looks at Brown Haired Man* "You're up vato.."

Brown Haired Man: "Ok so.." *walks up and pulls out a photo* "we need to locate this man...wait what!?" *sees photo has the words 'PIG' in blood on it*

Vee: *kicks Brown haired man in the back of the knee and uses her leg to constrict his neck*

Armed Pakistanis: !? *everyone raises guns to the three*

Vee: "This man here....is a CIA plant....isn't that right, Agent Romney? You think soy estupida!? EH!?"

Agent Romney: *struggles* "Agh!"

Vee: "Tisk tisk..." *snaps Romney's neck with leg*

Romney: *drops*

Vee: *exhales* "As we were saying....you want jihad, and to let the world know that Al-Qaeda isn't just a group of thugs or punks...you want to make a statement no? So we will give you just that."

~Al Qaeda troops look at dead body on the floor, as the Red mohawked man goes over and takes the agent's leather jacket and puts in on, whistling.~

Jahar Zihad: "How so?"

Vee: *stretches leg out, rubs her sleek black leather leggings* "Suicide bombings in your culture are a dime a dozen...but have you ever heard of Blitzkrieg? It means lightning war. The Germans used to do it--"

Ato Muhammed: *interrupts* "In order to subdue forces with a diverted ground assault while the power forces attack from air..."

Vee: "oooooh....smart indeed! That's EXACTLY what's going to happen, and why not have the globe's most widespread movement pave the way and etch their names into the annals of history forever? That'd be you guys by the way."

Shahi Marwani: "And what is in it for you...?"

Vee: "Ahh Mr. Marwani, my organization and I will reap the benefit of helping to cripple the power bully known as America. And once they fall.....oh and they will, then we will be there to rebuild. How we see fit. We lead an assault on the ground, you strike through el cielo." *motions to the sky*

Shahi: "How do we know you are legit? Do you have enough forces to carry out a task such as this?"

Vee: "I've just shown you we know everything about each of you and your group. We've been watching you and you never had a clue. Heck, we even let the CIA believe they knew who we were, and they have no idea.." *looks at Romney* "Clearly. We are everywhere, now compared to you all we're merely a start up company, but you'll come to find that we are rather....resourceful. So gentlemen, will you talk to Lin Baden...or shall you pass up the greatest feat in history?"

~The Six talk and chatter amongst themselves while Al-Qaeda all still point weapons at the two figures. Vee and the red mohawked man stare at each other and smirk.~

Shahi: *walks up to Vee* ".....what should we tell him?"

Vee: *smiles* "Tell him that 'Any flock can fly into certain peril, but only a phoenix can rise once more" *hands Shahi Marwani a folded sheet of large paper* "Thank you gentlemen, I'll be on my way now." *walks out*

Red Mohawk: *follows Vee*

~Half of the troops escort the two back to their convoy where the driver already has the car started. Guns drawn on the vehicle remain so unti the two gets in the convoy as it begins to pull off into the dark, sandy road before it.~

Driver: *Russian accent* "Where is American?"

Vee: "He...had an authority problem."

Driver: "How unfortunate...he had nice personality."

Red Mohawk: "You're a slick one Vee. You know they'll be seen as terrorists that declared war on America right?"

Vee: "Well, every story needs its villian. Every war its enemy. If all goes to plan, America will hold nothing back to catch these terrorists. Al-Qaeda will be the world's #1 most wanted....as will Ohama Lin Baden."

Red Mohawk: "Then what does that make us...?"

Vee: "The brain that powers this human body of chaos." *grabs an encrypted phone and dials*

???: Hello?

Vee: "It's done sir. They bit the candy like a 3 year old infant. Lin Baden should be contacting us in the next day or two."

???: Good Vitshka, good. Prepare Process Lift.

Vee: "Done." *hangs up* "Viva la revelucion..."

Red Mohawk: "Why the World Trade Center though?"

Vee: "To hide a fire you light a bigger one next to it. Just so happens that the fire is the worlds' largest buildings and the US' prominent symbol of capitalism and free commerce.."

~Inside the warehouse, The Six gather as Shahi unfolds the large piece of sheet.~

Hanur Hanik: *looks at sheet* "By Allah...."

Jahar Zihad: *mouth opens in shock*

Shahi: "Yeuw Beleddi..." [Oh my...]

~Shahi and the other five look on as the sheet displays blueprints of the Pentagon, The Capitol Building, and the two World Trade Center towers..~

Ch0sen1 · Jun 25, 2014

-PROLOGUE PART 2-

September 11, 2001

New York City, NY, USA

08:45 hours

Man: "Remember....stay in two teams of two. Don't break formation for any reason."

Vee: "Understood Ace 1."

~Two men in suits lean against the wall of the NY Sanitation Department smoking cigarettes. Scouting the area around them, the busy street of 150th ave fills the air with car horns and swearing.~

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Man1: "Ready?" *puffs smoke*

Man2: "Oh yeah." *dumps ashes* "How ironic....ashes..."

~In a horrifying instant the sound of a loud engine and explosion laps overhead as an airplane zooms lowly towards the World Trade Center. With a swift projection towards the north tower, the plane slams into the side of the tower, sending a shattering explosion and debris across downtown Manhattan. Unruly screams of pedestrians begin to invade the earways of everyone from all around, as people exit their cars to the horrendous sight before them.~

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Man1: "Holy....they really did it..." *shocked, looking at crash*

Man2: "FOCUS. Let's move. AshRise is a go." *ditches cigarette and enters into the NY Sanitation Department*

Man1: *Follows*

Man2: *acting* "Oh my God!! Oh my God!!! A plane just hit the World Trade Tower!!!" *pointing outside*

~Sanitations workers begin to look surprised as the sanitation police force runs outside towards the chaos. Chatters and gasps fill the room.~

Man1: *sneaks around crowd towards vehicle garage* "Excuse me.......coming through...so sorry..."

Man2: "It's terrible!!!" *screams as people begin to flood outside, rushes past crowd toward back offices*

Sanitation Officer: "Get some Sanitation PD down there NOW!! Breaker breaker, we need all I repeat ALL units in the World Trade district to head down to the WTC protocol red I repeat protocol red a plane has just hit a tower..."

Man1: *finds locker room near garage area and enters*

~Dozens of sanitations workers can be seen rushing to get their gear on in wake of the attack.~

Man1: *goes around to the back of the locker room and grabs a sanitation outfit, begins to put it on.*

Man2: *moves hastily down the back halls, looking in various rooms*

Sanitation Manager: *sees Man2* "Hey bud you gotta move thata'way everyone's evacuating."

Man2: "Yes, yes I know I'm FBI listen I need you to round up all your people, and civilians in the local vicinity and get them northwest you hear me NORTHWEST. Go now!"

Sanitation Manager: *looks skeptic* "FBI...? Is some kind of attack goin on!?"

Man2: *keeps walking*

Man1: *walks out of bathroom fully in gear, diverts to vehicle area*

~NY Sanitation and Sanitation Police scurry about the complex in high movement. Police attempts to grab all assisting gear that they can as sanitation workers immediately hit the streets.~

Man1: *enters vehicle garage depot and scans the area* "Hmm......." *spots a Mack street paving truck, then smirks* "Gotcha." *jogs to the truck*

~A swarm of workers and sanitation police enter in and began to rush to their perspective vehicles.~

Man1: *enters truck from passenger side, stays low and locks the doors* "...For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow...." *singing while sticking a thin metal rod into the ignition, the rod exerts an electromagnetic spark into the ignition and the truck starts* "AND EUREKA!" *puts on seat belt and pulls away onto 150th ave*

Worker: *sees truck* "Who's that in there...? Hey! Yo! Lemme roll with you if you're going to the crash site!!"

Man1: *ignores, continues to drive outside*

Worker: "HEY!?"

Man2: *reaches an office in the upper left corner of the building and enters* "Wow, this is a lot of nothing..." *searches through cabinets and drawers*

Vee(Radio): Ace Unit, what's your situation?

Man1: *driving* "This is Ace 1, I have my gift, taking it to the Christmas tree now..."

Man2: *searching hastily* "Ace 2 here....I need 60 more seconds..."

Vee (Radio): "Time window is low Ace 2....rapido por favor..."

Man2: *stops* "Got it." *quickly grabs a map of some sort and heads out*

Commissioner: *sees Man2* "Hey! What are you doing?"

Man2: "It's okay ma'am I'm with the FBI, you need to evac EVERYONE out of here including employees we believe there's an attacker in this building..."

Commissioner: "What's that for...?" *points to map*

Man2: *places hand on her shoulder, as the cuff of his sleeve releases a neurotoxin into her nasal system* "Oh this is a sketch of the building..."

Commissioner: "I...." *passes out*

Man2: *catches and carries her to the empty room he just came from*

Man1 (Radio): Ace 2 where the hell are you!?

Man2: "On the way" *shuts door and rushes down the hall towards parking lot*

Man1 (Radio): You got 30 seconds....

Man2: "Easy enough.." *turns a corner and enters lobby, jogs to exit*

Man1: *waits in front of parking lot, driving very slowly*

Man2: *exits and johs to enter passenger side of large truck*

Man1: "Slowpoke..."

Man2: "Shutup..."

Man1: "Got them?" *pulls off*

Man2: *shows map, smirks*

Man1: "Ahhhh hahah! My boy" *radios Vee* "Bravo Unit this is Ace Unit...Christmas is here."

~The large Mack truck drives off into the endless urban panic spread through downtown NYC. Another plane can be seen in the distance approaching in the direction of the city.~

---09:02 hours---

~Inside the NY Planning Department, amongst the panic and sudden evacuation of people 15 minutes ago, two females in all black hide in stalls in a female's restroom somewhere in the east end of the building.~

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Ace1 (Radio): "Bravo Unit this is Ace Unit...Christmas is here."

Vee: "Roger that Ace Unit, bueno."

Woman: "Go time?"

Vee: "Yupp." *opens stall up and walks out*

Woman: *exits stall and takes point* "No one's in the hall...let's move" *walks casual through hall*

Vee: *presses switch disguised as a watch turner* "Cameras and comms are down chica."

Woman: "Archives room is 2nd floor, west side." *approaches elevator*

Vee: *rides elevator up*

Woman: "I always like elevator music..." *giggles*

[DING!] ~Elevator opens to 2nd~

~A boom and a slight tremble shakes the entire building.~

Ace1 (Radio): Bravo, bird two has impacted the second tree...

Vee: "Roger Ace"

~A handful of people rush to the elevator on the second floor, complete fear and shock over their faces. Many rush past the two in a rushed attempt to evacuate to safety.~

Civilian: "Hey...hey!" *runs past and stops* "Ladies this way! The place is being evacuated a second plane has hit a tower!!! THIS WAY!!"

Woman: "You go!! I have to get my belongings!! Go" *gestures to go*

Civilian: "Hurry and get out as quick as you can!" *takes elevator with about 10 others*

Vee: "...nice."

Woman: "Why thanks..." *walking to the west end*

Vee: "There." *pointing to Archives room*

Woman: *turns knob* "It's locked..." *pulls out a thin metal wire and sticks it in lock & turns her wrist counter clockwise. The door opens*

Vee: "Hmph" *walks in* "Take only models from 2000 and 2001."

Woman: "Right." *scavenges through blueprints and schematics*

Vee: *packs modern blueprints and schematics into a hidden pouch between her jacket and shirt*

Woman: *stashes Manhattan Project and harbor blueprints and schematics* "This is all gold..."

Planning Employee: *runs past cracked door, stops and peeks in*

Woman: *instinctively looks up at man in doorway* "You need to....ah screw it."

Vee: *pulls the man in and chops his adam's apple, delivering two incredibly fast roundhouse kicks to the sternum*

Planning Employee: "agh!!" *chokes, holds throat and stumbles over*

Woman: *startled*

Vee: *thrusts palm into man's temple*

Planning Employee: *goes limp*

Woman: "Goodness!"

Vee: "Time to move" *sticks a random blueprint in the man's pocket, and a combat knife in his hand*

Woman: "Well he's not going to be percieved well...." *hastily walks out*

Vee: *leaves, closes door behind them*

Woman: *radio* "Ace this is Bravo...we have the paper. En route to the classroom."

Ace1(Radio) : "Copy that. Classroom in 3 minutes..."

Vee: *opens stairwell, jumps down from 2nd to 1st*

Woman: "So dramatic..." *shakes head as she lowers down stairs*

Vee: "Who else do you know that would heist right beside the NYC police station? Oh! and in front of the FBI building?"

Woman: "Exactly why they wouldn't think to expect here....that and they have raining fire to deal with over in the World Trade district."

Vee: "Shhhh!" *opens exit door from stairs and enters out onto Elk St.*

Woman: *looks across the street at a large Mack truck in the parking lot in front of the Department of Education.* "There they are..."

~Vee and the woman jog across the street past slowed traffic. Rapid honking of horns and screams and rants of new yorkers are heard all around. The two approach the street paver.~

Vee: *flashes FBI badge* "FBI we need to commandeer this vehicle..."

Man2: "By all means" *smirks and scoots over*

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Vee: *jumps in*

Woman: *hops in*

Man1: "You get them?"

Vee: "Don't I always?" *smirks, flashing hidden pouch*

Woman: "Let's move. You get the city trash routes?" *to Man2*

Man2: "Oh yeah...." *shows map* "we got the outline all lined up, I gotta say...using the garbage emergency routes as an evac....genius."

Vee: "We have Anonymous to thank for that..."

Man1: "Good work everyone....Surgite..."

All in unison: "SURGITE!"

Woman: "Let's hope Gamma and Delta take care of business in D.C. ....."

~The large street paver drives off into the fray of a panicked NYC as the twin towers can be seen burning, smoke filling up the heavy and damp new york city sky. Chaos and screams can be heard from all around, as the four individuals drive away from the world's most chaotic terrorist attack.~

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Meanwhile....

Washington, D.C. , USA

09:35 hours

~A man sits in an unmarked plane flying extremely high over Arlington, Virginia. He sits there looking as his gold bladed combat knife and leaning his head on the wall behind him. Silent. Focused.~

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Pilot: *Russian accent* "We approach!! Prepare comrade!!"

Man: *American* "Yeah yeah...." *grabs parachute and equips shades*

Pilot: "The plane hits in 2 minutes! Meaning you have only 30 seconds after that to breach!"

Man: "Got it." *says calmly, equipping parachute*

Pilot: "Okay Comrade!! This is it!!! SURGITE!"

Man: *opens door as wind rushes in his face* "Omega nest this is Gamma.....Santa is about to go down the chimney..." *radio's in*

???: Copy Gamma. Time to rise.

Gamma: "Uph!" *grunts and jumps out of the plane. Falling through endless clouds*

~The large clouds mask the man with perfection. Once he breaks the clouds, he looks down at the vast earth below him. He detects a small pentagon shape as he falls rapidly towards its location, until a gleam of metal breaks his vision to the left of him.~

Gamma: *spots Flight 77 flying towards Pentagon, begins to nose dive towards ground. Picking up speed and velocity, he places his right hand on his belt buckle and pulls. A polymer material splits out from his suit and forms a wingsuit*

~Flight 77 closes in on the Pentagon with force and fury. It becomes visible to ground level bystanders.~

Gamma: *closes in on pentagon at over 100mph, flies around near the north side of the building from above*

~Flight 77 levels out with the Pentagon and flies right at the south wall.~

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Gamma: *angles around to level out with the roof of the north side*

[bOOOOOOOOOM!!! CRASH!]

~Flight 77 crashes into the south wall of the Pentagon. A mushroom cloud can be seen from Gamma's view along with flames.~

Gamma: *closes in on Pentagon from directly above. Pulls left side of belt as two small thrusters shoot from the shoulders of his wingsuit as he flattens out. The thrusters slow Gamma down impressively as he approaches the roof of the Pentagon.* "Omega, diversion successful, touching down to chimney."

???: Solid copy, Gamma. Proceed with mission.

Gamme: "Roger." *ditches thrusters and wingsuit as he rolls onto the roof. He removes his suit where a blue button up and brown slacks lie underneath. Gathering the torn suit and wingsuit he balls them up and ditches them down a duct. He then runs to the nearest roof door down into the Pentagon.*

~Red lights flash as endless bodies of suits all run rampant in the U.S. Defense complex. Shouts of protocols and instructions carry from all directions. Armed officers with SMG's prowl the complex all diverging to the south wall side. Gamma follows suit and blends in with the crowd of evacuees outside into the parking lot.~

Gamma: *looks at the rushing crowd, breaks away and begins to run over to the crash site.*

~Police choppers, media choppers, EMS, and Fire Dept all invade the area near the south wall where the plane has impacted. Flames are being contained by the Fire Dept. as EMS looks through the rubble for any survivors. The structure around the crash still holds up. Some agents and personnel dwell around the site and talk amongst themselves.~

Agent1: "This was coordinated....no doubt about it...."

Agent2: "The SecDef is being evacuated right now to the bunker...any word from the Chief Executive?"

Agent1: "Negative.." *looks at destruction* "Oh my God....."

Agent2: "This is war...they just fucked up. Bad."

Gamma: *hides smirk as he walks over* "Oh my goodness....." *acts astonished* "I don't....."

Agent1: "And who are you?" *to Gamma*

Gamma: "I'm Henry Mosely." *shows forged clearance badge* "I'm a contractor commissioned here I came as soon as I heard the call...my God this is horrendous." *looks at crash*

Agent1: "What's the prognosis?"

Gamma: "Well, security measures under code 141 section A state that...in the event of a coordinated/intentional attack on US federal property.....and entire demolition is required.."

Agent2: "The fuck you mean an entire demolition!?"

Gamma: "Well sir...we have to destroy and rebuild the Pentagon completely.....IF it was an intended attack."

~Agents 1 and 2 look at each other in suspiscion.~

Gamma: "I know I'm not cleared to know, but if it was sir....serious hazards and threats could seep into that building. Tearing it down removes the risk." *walks closer to crash.*

Gamma: "....and gives us the power to reshape the balance of national defense." *mumbles under breath, smirking as he removes blueprints from his pocket. The title on the top of the schematics read: *

***PROJECT PHOENIX***

---10:01 hours---

~A red mohawked man sets up outside of the U.S. National Archives & Records Administartion building. He takes photos with a camera of the scenery all around him, and with a backpack on, begins walking up the stairs and rests on a pillar outside of the entrance.~

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Red Mohawk: *pretends to take photos*

Civilian Female: *approaches red mohawked man* "Hey cool camera!!" *pats him on his backpack*

Red Mohawk: "Thanks..." *continues looking through camera*

Civilain Female: *whispers* "Surgite...." *walks away*

Red Mohawk: *lowers camera and briefly looks at female, then checks backpack where she touched it*

~In a small pocket of the backpack, the red mohawked man pulls out a folded piece of paper that the female slipped in. He unfolds it and reads it.~

Letter ---> 'Elevator to B1. Passcode is 04071776. Left down the hall into the door dead ahead. Two guards at the door. The rest is history.'

Red Mohawk: *smiles and puts the letter in his pocket*

[bUZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZ!!!]

Red Mohawk: *pulls out vibrating celluar device* "Hello? Oh, Hey mom.."

???: Abort the mission. Bird 4 failed to reach the final tree. Repeat abort mission.

Red Mohawk: "Everything okay?"

???: Bird 4 has been downed. Head to the swimming pool for evac.

Red Mohawk: "Yes, Ok. On my way. Love you." *hangs up. Immediately treks down the stairs and away from NARA building.*

.....Meanwhile.....

-----------------Somewhere, Earth---------------

???: "The fourth plane doesn't matter....never did. That one was personal."

Man: *to ???* "I can see that. They really must've gotten to you, for you to be doing all this.."

???: "It's not them. It's the system. This corrupt, swayed system that gives the illusion of freedom and justice. That temple has to fall...so that the real unbiased order can rise."

Man: "Hence the 'Surgite' analogies....."

???: "You ready to change the world?"

Man: "Been ready...say, what did they send you in to retrieve anyways? On that mission..."

???: *flashes back to that day* "......Something that makes your own people expendable, apparently. And when we take it back, there won't be a domestic homeland to run to..."

"There will only be what's risen from the ashes."

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(( END OF PROLOGUE, BACK TO PRESENT DAY - 2014 ))

BloodThunder27 · Jun 25, 2014

*Eleven years later*

September 23rd, 2012

PO1 Amaterasu Tang

US Navy SEALs

SEAL Team Seven, Delta Platoon

Afghanistan

13:30 Hours

Eleven years have passed since the September 11th Attacks. Petty Officer First Class Amaterasu Tang, was on her first official combat tour following her training to become United States Navy SEAL. No one thought that she would make because of her gender. Fortunately, she prevailed and made into BUD/S. She graduated top of her platoon and would be selected to join SEAL Team Seven's Delta Platoon. By now, she has engaged in combat several times. Today, she was wrapping up a mission. She and her team were sent on a Reconnaissance mission to investigate what the Taliban was up to. On the way to the extraction point, Amaterasu and her team would be ambushed by a group passing by Taliban Insurgents. Suddenly, two Suicide Bombers would be headed the squad's way. Despite shooting both in the head, Amaterasu failed to notice they were able to click the detonators. Six of her squad mates would shield the rest of their teammates from the blast, dying in the process. They were now completely surrounded by Insurgents. Her Team Leader, Master Chief Petty Officer Aaron Drake would be shot in the arm. "Hang on Chief! Help's on the way!" Amaterasu shouted as she radioed command for back up. After a half hour of fighting, Delta Team would be saved by Helicopter Gunfire. After six more hours, the bodies of her fallen comrades were recovered and prepared to be sent home. Amaterasu blamed herself for her comrades' deaths. "Its all my fault...If I had known the detonators were there...They'd still be alive right now..." she began shedding tears and started sobbing uncontrollably. One of her Squadmates, Chris Walker tried to console her. "You didn't know. If they had gotten any closer...We wouldn't be here right now." he told her. Amaterasu did not agree, but refrained from snapping at her teammate because she somehow knew that he was right.

*Two Days following Disastrous Mission*

September 25th, 2012

PO1 Amaterasu Tang

US Navy SEALS

SEAL Team Seven, Delta Platoon

Portland, OR, USA

10:30 Hours

Two days have passed since the disastrous mission. The Commander of SEAL Team Seven granted leave for Delta Platoon, with Bravo Platoon relieving them. Delta Platoon was on leave for god knows how long. Obviously Bravo Platoon is gonna wanna stay in the action for a while. Since her squad needed six replacements, Amaterasu didn't think she would be back on deployment anytime soon. Upon arriving home, Amaterasu would be picked up by her Sister-In-Law, Yolanda Kwon, was at the Airport to pick her up. Amaterasu started crying when she got to see her Sister-in-Law again. Yolanda hugged her and tried to comfort her. She then looked down; Yolanda was pregnant! 'I leave for six months and my sister-in-law gets knocked up...Great.' she thought.

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"Are you and Koichi excited?" Amaterasu asked when they were on the way home from the airport. "Yeah, we are! Its a boy, so Koichi's really happy. He even switched into the Reserves so he can spend more time with me." she said, smiling. "Oh, that's really good. Koichi's gonna be a great Dad." Amaterasu replied. "So how far are you?" she then asked. "Eight Months." Yolanda replied. After forty minutes of driving, the two got home. "Thanks for picking me up, I really appreciate it." Amaterasu thanked her Sister-In-Law as they walked into the Family Home. She was greeted by her Father, Jintao, had gained some weight as of late. "Oppa!" Amaterasu cried as she uncharacteristically gave him a hug.

"How's my little girl?" he asked, happy to see that his daughter was home. "I'm sure you know by now, my dear. But...I'm going to be a Grandfather!" he laughed cheerfully before closing the door. "Koichi's out grocery shopping so Yolanda can rest. Oh, you should call up Yuji, he misses you a lot." Jintao smiled as he let his daughter go before going back into the Kitchen to finish preparing his Salad. Upon walking upstairs, she was greeted by her other sister in law, Ulani Kim. "Oh, Amaterasu! You're home! I missed you!" she gave her sister-in-law a hug. "I missed you too." Amaterasu sighed as she got quite the welcome when she got home. When she entered her room, which remained unchanged since she left.

Ch0sen1 · Jun 25, 2014

January 18, 2014

((Present))

CIA. Langley, VA, USA

02:34 hours

Man: *walks into director's office looking concerned* "Sir....we have a situation. One of our assets on the ground has been captured by North Korean military. He managed to turn on his tracker somehow. Last triangulated location has been mapped and we are sending SEALS in to investigate covertly."

Director: "Who is the asset?"

Man: Captain Hal Reynolds. Former Delta Force and graduated from West Point Academy. Combat scores top 27% Intelligence expert. He was captured about an hour ago."

Director: "Call the Navy. Keep the SEALS minimal crew and ghost silent, rules of engagement is absolutely non fire unless danger red."

Man: "Sir. Mission briefing in 10." *walks out*

Director: *grabs cell phone and dials a number*

Contact: Hello?

Director: "Got a situation. North Korea, one of our own captured about an hour ago. I told Brians to get the SEALS on it but I need this headache taken care of now."

Contact: Where in North Korea?

Director: "I'll send you the mapped coordinates in 9 minutes."

Contact: Then we'll be ready and en route in 14.

Director: "Good. Bring him home." *hangs up, grabs folder and heads to briefing room*

---------London, England, Great Britain-------

Contact: *hangs up and sends encrypted texts to two people*

To: Mars, Mac -> 'Got a sit. Telelink in 5.'

---------Venice Beach, CA, USA--------

Me: *sits on the beach in a strapless white top and a silk half dress watching the stars*

[bUZZZZZZZZ]

Me: *checks phone*

From: Special K => 'Got a sit. Telelink in 5.'

Me: *immediately gets up and walks boldly towards my hotel*

Boys on the Beach: "Whooo! Yeah baby lookin' good!" *to me*

Me: *ignores and walks to hotel*

~Inside the hotel , I tread across the marble floors keeping a low profile until I reach the elevator, I press 16F as the elevator closes. The elevator dings and stops on the 16th where I exit and briskly walks to my room.~

Me: *approaches my room and takes out keycard to unlock door as I enter. Closing the door and switching on the light, I pull out a hot pink flower suitcase and open it to grab my suppressed XD9 handgun with a reflex scope. I sit down on the bed and pull up my laptop and await for the call.*

~An encrypted call comes in, and I accept the webchat. A bald, older man appears along with a brunette young man really fit in build.~

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Contact: Alright. North Korea, about an hour ago a CIA asset was captured by military. Satellite tracking places him just 5 kilometers from the south coast. Hal Reynolds. Bighead has given us strict ghost protocol. We were never there.

Brunette: Any evac plans?

Contact: They're being formulated now. You got 10 minutes until pickup, get somewhere desolate.

Me: "Copy." *shuts laptop* "Never been to North Korea....."

BloodThunder27 · Jun 25, 2014

*Two Days following Disastrous Mission*

September 25th, 2012

PO1 Amaterasu Tang

US Navy SEALS

SEAL Team Seven, Delta Platoon

Portland, OR, USA

12:45 Hours

It had been roughly two hours since she came home from Afghanistan. Both she and Ulani had been spending their time with Yolanda. "Hmmm, Ulani, where's Tatsuya?" she asked, noticing that her second brother, Tatsuya, was not home either. "Oh, Tatsuya's out grocery shopping with Koichi. I decided to stay home and take care of Yolanda." Ulani said as she put her arm around Yolanda. Jintao came by in exercise clothing. "Ladies, I'm gonna be going to the gym. I will be back in a few hours." Jintao said as he let the girls know that he was going be out of the house for a little bit. He then left, deciding to jog down to the gym rather then drive. After Jintao left, Amaterasu went to give a call to her cousin Yuji. The second she took out her phone, Yolanda felt a sharp pain, followed by a dull pain on her back. "You okay?" Amaterasu asked, concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine." Yolanda replied as she let out a deep breath. Ulani smiled before putting her hand on Yolanda's swollen belly. "I'm sure he's just really anxious to meet his mother." Ulani said. "Oh, you're flattering me." she faintly smiled. "Would you like a massage." she asked. "Sure. That'd be great." Yolanda took up the offer. Half the time she didn't know what was worse; the Insomnia, the Heartburn or the Backache. She then gave her cousin a call. "Hey, Yuji, I called to let you know that I'm home." she smiled when she heard his voice for the first time. After a few more minutes, she hung up and sat down by Yolanda's feet and started massaging them while waiting for Yuji to come over so she can play with him and possibly his older brother Yuichi. A few minutes later, the door bell rang. When Amaterasu opened the door, Yuji jumped up and gave her a hug, showing how much he missed her. She was also greeted by Yuichi, Yuji's older brother. --End of Flashback--

(Hope you don't mind the Anime Pics)

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--Present Day--

January 18, 2014

SCPO Amaterasu Tang

US Navy SEALS

SEAL Team Seven, Delta Platoon

Naval Amphibious Base Coronado, California, USA

02:34 hours

Amaterasu, now a Veteran Sniper within the ranks of the S.E.A.Ls, was boarding a Cargo Plane, preparing for a new mission. Although she was intending to retire last year, Amaterasu decided to remain the SEALs to honor the memories of her fallen comrades. Last year, in 2013, her squad leader and another squad member died trying to save two Marines. To most of her new Squad Members, she was cold and distant. Whenever they would try to talk to her, make jokes, or anything, she would give them the cold shoulder. She was always focused and did not show much faith in her new squad leader, even though she was Second-In-Command. While her old squad members were concerned, they didn't say much. "What's her problem?" Steven Liang, the squad's newest member, asked when he tried to talk to her, but she ended up giving him the cold shoulder.

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"Oh, she's just shy. Don't worry, she'll warm up to you." David, the new squad leader said, attempting reassuring the rookie, as she had given him the cold shoulder too, which has been since he started leading the team.

The Lady Sniper was just checking her Rifle, to make sure it was fully loaded and ready to go. Amaterasu ended up coming off harsh and cold towards the team's newcomer. "Just so you know, rookie...I'm not really one for small talk. So just shut the fuck up, check your gun, make sure there's nothing wrong with it and wait." she said coldly as she tied her hair into a ponytail and putting on a baseball cap with the Navy SEAL Trident as a logo. The reason why she doesn't really wear helmets is because it tends to snag on her hair whenever she takes it off.

AkuTheWolfOkami · Jun 26, 2014

2012 22:45

Somewhere in Russia

Callsign: Demon

It was cold, cold as shit. There they were in some forest in Russia where they weren't suppose to be. "I have to take a piss, but I'm afraid if I-" began Captain de Silva as he stood in a barn rubbing his hands together for warmth. He was cut off by the Commanding officer, and squad leader of the mission,"That's enough marine." The voice had a sense of chuckle behind it, clearly only instructing the man to hush up out of protocol. There stood the fire team, each standing in their white and soft blue gear. There hoods were down and each wore a beanie that covered their ears. It was Captain de Silva, Master Sergeant Johnson (their CO), and Second Lieutenant Suarez. On borrow from a Splinter Group from Russia that wanted to see Putin's end, was Nikolai Unzhakov.

Each of the men had the qualifications of Designated Marksman, and if Suarez dropped (he was the assigned sniper for the mission), there were three more men who were capable of placing a bullet in their target's head. That wasn't what they were their for though. The high powered scope on the rifle was to be used for overwatch, and to gather any intel they could without advancing. With the storm coming in, it would have been rather hard.

"This is Demon actual, go a head command."

The three men watched as Johnson stood there listening to their incoming order,"Understood, maintaining radio silence."

The man looked to the three and twirled his finger,"Time to go hunting Boys." The three men cheered as they watched the relatively tall man walk to retrieve his tool. They all followed suit, Darius walked to the M416 that he sat on the window seal, wiping any snow off it and checking make sure it was clean releasing the magazine and pressing it back in locking it, placing the safety on it before putting the strap over his shoulder. Nikolai and Darius were fitted with the same loadout, but Darius had a red dot sigh sights fitted with the tri beam laser and a suppressor, while Nikolai had the ACOG and a suppressor. Their CO, Johnson, was fitted with a M4A1 CQBR, suited just in case the intel gathered from overwatch wasn't enough. Of course was the man of the hour, fitted with a .50 cal -redacted- rifle with a -redacted- high power scope.

The team moved out with de Silva on point trudging through the snow. The rest of their outfit was standard from their melee weapon to their sidearms, and after a few minutes they had reached their overwatch spot. After setting a perimeter, fit with claymores, Suarez lay prone on top of a boulder, setting the bipod out and starting to zer0 the rifle out,"Can I get some information here..it's cold as my mother in law." de Silva stood with the tactical binoculars that were fitted with infared thermal for this particular mission. He zoomed them in, picking up on a few workers moving things into a building and began reading out," range 800 meters, wind 6 north by northwest crosswind." Suarez obliged, changing the scope to match the information was given and flipped the thermal on the scope on.

Minutes went by as they waited, nothing happening. de Silva had found a rock and wasn't playing with it when Suarez began to talk,"Ay ay ay, I got a big heat signature, it seems like a lot of movement coming eats of the buildings." de Silva picked up the binoculars again and looked,"Shit shit shit, that's the target. Seems they have someone bound, I can ID the target from here. "

Johnson thought for a moment,"Outland this is Demon actual, we have a bunch of heat signatures but visibility it too low to id the target..advise."

moments passed,"Roger....out."

"Suarez provide overwatch, Unzhakov support suarez, de Silva on me, we have to ID that target. We do not fire unless fired on, maintain invisibility." de Silva nodded as he and the man slowly climbed down the boulder scurrying the outside of the factory property. Ducking in and out of cover, before they were close enough to see who it was. The two recognized one man, but they couldn't ID the bound target. They were speaking Russian, and though de Silva could understand it, Unzhakov heard it through the comm that was in his hear and could clear any confusion if they didn't need to engage.

de Silva looked to Johnson who signaled for him to get into the factory and de Silva obliged silently trekking to the snow. He stopped and dove behind some logs when he heard as Russian spec ops soldier stand in the doorway where he needed to go facing inside. He sighed, of course this wasn't going to be easy. The presence of these top tier forces confirmed the VIP. They had a choice, engage or plant the bug and move. Either option required for the soldier in his path to die. So he took the ka-bar from his side, moving the rifle out of the way. He slowly approached and wrapped his arm across the man's neck rpeventing any screams, and thrusting the blade deep into his exposed throat. He struggled for a bit, before de Silva quickly drug his body out of sight.

Moving into the the room he looked around reaching into his pockets and setting bugs on the communication lines, and taking pictures of things laying around. He typed a few things on a computer putting a flash drive in which sent a virus that would create a backdoor and bug it before slipping back out. He signaled to Johnson, and the both moved back to where Nikolai and Suarez were.

Johnson looked around,"Primary objective complete, advise on secondary objectives.....evac is prepared? copy."

Johnson patted Suarez on the back,"The VIP and the target, make it quick." Suarez nodded, licking his chops she slightly squeezed the trigger a bullet ripping through the air and striking through both men putting them down,"They just love standing in front of each other..." The four men began their move, and trekked to the snow until they reached their evac point which was just some old truck....it was a success. They would have preferred the VIP alive, but dead was just as well.

January 18, 2014

2:34

MCAS Miramar, San Diego, CA

Darius stood in his fighter get up staring down the runway. He had been ripped from his Force RECON unit to return to the air, something he didn't mind too much. He was such an anomaly, too good at Force RECON to solely be a pilot, but too good of a pilot to just do Force RECON. He looked out as they started taxi'ing a few of F/A-18D's out to the runway, clear that they were probably going to supply air support to some ground units somewhere. Maybe even do RECON, he wasn't sure. Briefing would begin soon enough.

BloodThunder27 · Jun 26, 2014

--Flashback, Episode II--

*Two Days following Disastrous Mission*

September 25th, 2012

PO1 Amaterasu Tang

US Navy SEALS

SEAL Team Seven, Delta Platoon

Portland, OR, USA

14:15 Hours

After greeting her cousins, the Minamoto Brothers, she brought them into the living room to greet Ulani and Yolanda. "Oh, Yuichi, Yuji, I didn't expect to see you two today." Ulani said as she turned around to greet them while she continued to massage Yolanda. "So how's the Navy treating you?" Yuji asked, smiling, excited to see me home. "Um, its tough. I'm a SEAL. I'm on leave right now, but after Christmas, I'm gonna be going to Sniper School." Amaterasu replied with a smile. "That sounds great. I'm sure the Navy SEALs would appreciate a Sharpshooter of your caliber." Yuichi complimented, smiling as well. Yolanda yawned as she held her back. "You guys have fun. But try to keep it down. I'm gonna be resting, so try not to get too noisy." she said as Ulani helped her up. As Ulani and Yolanda walked upstairs, Amaterasu turned her attention to the boys. "So what do you guys wanna do?" she asked. The Minamoto Brothers looked at one another. "Hmmmm, up for some...Halo 4?" Yuji asked, as he just loved the Halo franchise. "Sure. I'm game, since it'll all four us to play." Amaterasu said. As they racked out their controllers, turned on the Xbox and TV in the Living Room. "I'll let you guys get your controls ready and whatever, I'm gonna go check on Yolanda." Amaterasu as she set her controller on the coffee table and walked upstairs. When she got into Yolanda's room, she was laying down on her left side and Ulani pulled up a bench to sit next to her. "Oh, Amaterasu. Aren't you hanging out with the boys?" Ulani asked, surprised to see her come up. "Yeah, but I wanted to check on Yolanda...She's going through a lot." Amaterasu said as she sat down next to Ulani. "So how are you feeling?" Amaterasu asked. "Tired. Me and Koichi's little 'prince' tends to kick all night." Yolanda said, sounding exhausted. When she felt a kick, she allowed Ulani and Amaterasu to feel it as well. Both women smiled, knowing that they'd be great Aunts to Yolanda's son. "I think he should just let his Mother sleep." Amaterasu said as all three women started laughing. After a few more minutes, Ulani shut the blinds in the room, then left with Amaterasu to allow her to rest. As soon as Amaterasu and the Minamoto Brothers were in their first game, Koichi (Left) and Tatsuya (Right) arrived home.

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While Amaterasu played Videogames with the Minamoto brothers, Ulani helped Koichi and Tatsuya sort out the groceries. "Hey, Ulani. Thank you so much for taking care of Yolanda." Koichi said, thanking his Sister-in-Law for caring for his pregnant wife as he himself has been busy as of late, as he was transitioning from active duty into reserves. As Tatsuya wanted to start a family as well, he too thought about switching into the reserves. "You've gotten a lot better, Yuji. I must say that I am impressed." Yuichi said, acknowledging his brother's improvement. The three would complete their first match by winning as they were carrying the team. --End of Second Flashback--

--Present Day--

January 18, 2014

SCPO Amaterasu Tang

US Navy SEALS

SEAL Team Seven, Delta Platoon

Naval Amphibious Base Coronado, California, USA

2:50 Hours

Everyone on Amaterasu's team was shocked by how she was treating the rookie, most notably her original squad members, as she has never been like that before. However, since Aaron's death, she has never been the same. "Whoa there, Chief. Why are you so harsh to the Rookie?" David asked, as her supposed colorful language shocked even him. Amaterasu sighed, frustrated. "Because I don't really like talking to people I don't know and do not trust." she replied coldly as she checked her Handgun, her own SIG Sauer P226 fitted with a Compensator.

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AkuTheWolfOkami · Jun 26, 2014

January 18, 2014

2:50

MCAS Miramar, San Diego, CA

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Nine pilots in gear (in actuality there were 5 pilots, and 4 Naval Flight Officers) sat in the briefing room at the MCAS installment, all jittery and loud in conversation. It had been a while since any of them had been on any op that didn't include striking an Iraqi or Middle eastern NOTHING with one of the Mavericks in their payload. They were excited to get a real mission and when two people walked in they all got silent.

One of the men was clearly Asian, de Silva would guess Korean, but he wasn't sure. The other man was a high ranking Navy officer that de Silva didn't know, and he wasn't dressed in anything but civilian clothes so he couldn't get a pin on his ranking. It was clear it was something serious as they all listened in carefully.

The man began to speak not taking anytime for protocol, the screen illuminated,"We don't know what's going on, and we don't care what's going on with why we need you all here. This isn't time to call pride to your respective branches, no. Whether you're in the Marines, Air Force, Coast Guard, Army or the got damn boy scouts doesn't matter right now. What matters is our boys are going somewhere they're not suppose to get someone. Like I said, we don't care about the logistics, all we care about is that they get their mission done and get back safely. You'll be flying to a carrier where you'll get a few hours of rest, before your mission start. The USS who gives a damn is in friendly waters. You can't go over North Korean waters or land, or it'll be a war, so your job is pretty much mundane. Your job is to escort Master Sergeant Mallot over there, who will go by callsign Arthur from here on. This will be his last time in the air as far as we see, so make it count. de Silva, you will be flying the remodeled fighter I like to call the silent hornet. It is fit for stealth recon, but you still can't fly between a certain altitude or radars will pick you up. Even still, the priority is to escort Arthur. So stay away from their waters, he will strike them from a distance if and only if needed. de Silva, you only go over there if he is out of commission, and only if the SEAL's operation is compromised. The rest, only fire if you're in friendly air space, and yes does that mean you can accidentally let a few big boys over the border to cover our troops."

One of the pilots rose a brow,"Why don't we just send a drone and have them drop hellfire and we can go sleep."

"This is a sensitive mission. We need men in those planes, happy hunting boys," he said as the two men walked out.

de Silva smirked as he pulled a piece of his bag that had his ranking on it,"So, uh, guess I'm squad leader again.." he joked as the men headed to the strip to get in their respective crafts. They all took down the runway together once they got the green light, and pulled into the air. In what seemed like no time, they were landing on the carrier, each with precision that only top pilots could have. They made landing on a carrier at night seem like child's play.

They would head to their assigned quarters, as their birds were fitted with proper payloads, and refueled for the mission. Whenever the seals got their feet wet, they would be awoken and in the air where they belonged.

BloodThunder27 · Jun 26, 2014

--Flashback, Episode III--

*Two Days following Disastrous Mission*

September 25th, 2012

PO1 Amaterasu Tang

US Navy SEALS

SEAL Team Seven, Delta Platoon

Portland, OR, USA

19:30 Hours

After spending about five hours playing videogames with Yuichi and Yuji, Amaterasu decided to take a break and go be with Yolanda. The Minamoto Brothers decided to go see what they can help on in sorting out the groceries that Koichi and Tatsuya had brought home. She pulled a bench from the dresser across the room. Yolanda seemed pale, as she had a cold flush to her look. Amaterasu felt her forehead and her body temperature was normal. She then woke up to find Amaterasu sitting next to her. "How long was I out?" she asked, still feeling light-headed and tipsy. "I'm not sure if I want a second child after this..." she said sarcastically. Amaterasu laughed, "Yeah, but your little bundle of joy is going to be so worth it." Yolanda sighed as she sat up. "Try saying that once you go through it for the first time." After conversing for a bit, Amaterasu went to see the Minamoto Brothers off. When Yolanda saw Koichi, she gave him a hug and they kissed. Ulani hugged Tatsuya and kissed him too. Amaterasu then smiled, happy to see that the marriages of both her brothers were going well. "Hey guys, I'm gonna be heading down to the Tattoo Parlor. I'll be back in a few hours." Amaterasu told them as she left. Unknown to all of them, she had numerous tattoos. Most notably on her back, which, starting from the left shoulder, had become a Memorial wall. She was to put on six more names, whereas she already had four.

In Memory of the Fallen, Never Forget

-PO1 Alexander Crossen

-LTJR Antonio Garcia

-LTCR John Shepherd

-MCPO Hisashi Kim

--Flashback Ends--

Ch0sen1 · Jun 26, 2014

Chernyol Arms Plant, North Korea

03:58 hours

Overlord: TF-0 this will be the last you hear from us until the mission is complete. SEAL teams 3 and 7 ((@Kawashima Thunder )) will be there in 20 minutes. This is very hush hush, and comes down from the top. Get that prisoner out with death silence, bring our man back home. The mission is the Captain...do not...repeat DO NOT engage in any nuclear intelligence protocols at this time. Emperor out.

Me: "Let me guess....he wants us to get any info we can on their arms dealing?" *looks over at my partner, Mac*

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Mac: "Yupp, damn right..." *scopes the arms plant* "We need to move. Now."

Me: *equips silenced MP5, runs quickly and stealthily*

Mac: *covers my rear, equipped with suppressed ARX-160*

~We approach the east side of the vast nuclear arms plant. Huge spotlights spread throughout the gravel and coal on the ground, constantly moving and searching for any signs of opposition. Around the perimeter of the gates, the spotlights themselves rotate in a counter clockwise fashion around the square, making it near impossible to breach from the ground.~

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Me: "Look in between each spotlight...there's a slit of infraction about 4.8 meters wide. Get in between that slit and maintain a steady speed with its motion."

Mac: "Yah, but that'd mean you'd have to keep running around the gates, pretty sure there's no front door and you could be spotted by the tangos..."

Me: *thinks* "Okay...."

Mac: *chuckles* "Leave this to me little sis...." *begins to run towards the spotlights, right before he gets there he barrel rolls in between the middle of two lights, remaining undetected. He runs around to the west side.*

Me: *immediately catches on, sprints around to the front entrance. Spots two guards and one in the gate passage booth. Looks for Mac.*

Mac: *runs around west wall. Sees and approaches the two guards.*

Me: *imitates a wild animal howl* "AWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" *sprints full speed away from the spot*

~The guards jump up and aims their MP 40's into the darkness.~

Mac: *sneaks behind guards while distracted into the booth*

Booth Guard: !?

Mac: *covers his mouth and knees his groin, and swiftly rolls arms around his neck and puts him to sleep*

Booth Guard: Z zzzz

z...

Mac: *lays him down softly and takes his key*

Me: "You're welcome by the way Mac...." *mumbles to myself*

Mac: *looks at two front guards still aiming out into the darkness, and sneaks around to the back of the booth and climbs the gate fences.*

Me: "My turn" *sprints into the dark spot between two lights and begins running around the perimeter*

Mac: *jumps down and sneaks around structures. Sees a large warehouse, silo, and another brick building to the left.*

Passing Guard: "naneun-i ttong ijeon e badgo iss-eoyo..." *walks by*

Mac: *moves past him from behind over into more cover*

Passing Guard: ? *looks back, sees nothing. Keeps walking*

Me: *sprints around corner from west wall and approaches the two guards. Still running in the dark window between the two lights, I run up the side of the fence and jump up latching onto one of the moving spotlights, hanging directly underneath.*

Front Guard 1: "Hmm..?" *looks in my direction, sees nothing*

Me: *hangs on as I move overhead, once I get to the front gate, I use my lower body to swing around the spotlight on the backside and drop down to the ground behind the gate. Immediately hides from two guards at my 1 o'clock.*

Mac: "Now let's see..." *pulls out device showing a radar map of the area. It shows a green dot for my location, and a white dot for the assets' location* "I see you Mars..." *radios Me* "Mars, I got you on the M.U.D., you're about 54 yards west of me. You take the west I'll handle this side, use your M.U.D. to converge on the white dot that's our guy he's about 137 yards northwest of my position. I'm gonna do recon until you get there. Brother out."

Me: "Copy." *sneaks westbound, using an unused construction vehicle as cover. Peeking out, I can see a vast well-lit area about 70 meters wide. A large building with a watchtower attached, another brick building, and two large cargo frieghts are located past the area.*

~A detail of about 15 are scattered throughtout the well-lit open area. They patrol back and forth across the dirt.~

Me: *creeps under the vehicle and waits for a guard to come*

BloodThunder27 · Jun 27, 2014

January 18, 2014

SCPO Amaterasu Tang

US Navy SEALS

SEAL Team Seven, Delta Platoon, Alpha Team

Chernyol Arms Plant, North Korea

04:10 Hours

After arriving in North Korea, SEAL Team 7 Delta Platoon's Alpha Team was disembarking their Helicopter not far from their mission point. "Alright Rookie, let's see what you got." Amaterasu said coldly as she reluctantly took him with her, as he was to act as her spotter, something she did not sit well with. "I don't get it...What do you have against me?" he asked. Amaterasu turned around and stared at him. "Does it look like I want to talk to you?" she asked coldly. He fearfully shook his head. "Then just shut up and do your job." she snapped as they were heading to their vantage point, where they were to provide cover fire for the rest of their team. As Amaterasu set up her bipod and put a suppressor on her Rifle. As she looked through her scope, she was making sure that her team was navigating through safely. Liang took his Binoculars and kept watch for their squad as well. David and the rest of the team were navigating well to their mission point. Although it was tough, they were able to evade enemy patrols. Sadly, without Amaterasu with them, they would be unable to break the language barrier, as she was the only one who could both understand and speak Korean, even read it. "Alpha Team to Command. This is Alpha Leader, requesting mission update." David as he and his team found a spot to rest, where they were able to hide from patrolling enemy troops.

Ch0sen1 · Jun 29, 2014

~A guard finally approaches the construction vehicle as I wait underneath. The guard hops in the vehicle as four more run up and jump in the passenger and back of the vehicle. The vehicle pulls off as I latch on to the exhaust under the vehicle, pulling myself up so I don't rub against the concrete.~

Me: "Mac, I'm mobile. Approaching the west of the complex. I see two brick buildings one with a tower, maybe the guardhouse. Another big stone building. Where's the package located?"

Mac: "Package has been transcieved A bit north of your location. I can't get a good eye yet, but I'm moving up the east side now. I'll give you intel soon."

Me: "Mhmm. Got it. Mac, if we get made, only speak Russian."

Mac: "Gotcha."

~The vehicle continues north. I scan and map an industrial building with two big reactors beside it, a building with a large satellite dish and a silo behind it, and now the vehicle stops in front of a large multi-window building.~

Driver: "yeojaga oneul bam-e onda ... joesu leul hwagbo haessda."

~The guards all run from the vehicle and into and alleyway. Looking out around the vicinity, about 8 guards are all converged on a large warehouse with an airplane inside, and one man patrols are scattered throughout the area.~

Me: *bear crawls to the rear of the vehicle and lifts up into the back of the vehicle.* "Well then..." *I see a truck load full of 120mm shell casings and crates of gunpowder. I take a snapshot with an embedded camera on my shoulder strap. I peek out of the cover on the back of the vehicle to see a wandering guard walking by*

Guard: *patrolling, looking out in front of him*

Me: *peeking, waiting for the guard to pass. When he does, I peek around the corner to check for more patrols*

~A small window is open as the 8 warehouse guards are all in a group conversing. No other guards are around for the time being.~

Me: *Sneaks out of the vehicle and recon's the area for roof threats and hiddens guards, quickly ducks back underneath the vehicle*

Mac: "Mars, I have a visual on you. Stay hidden. I just gotta direct transmission from BJ...Navy Seals are here about 2 miles up the road. If they try to breach this place they're going to blow our cover and start a damn war."

Me: "JV always showing up to handle the big boy stuff...."

Mac: "Look to your 1 o clock, what do you see?"

Me: "I have a visual on an alleyway that the guards operating this vehicle ran in."

Mac: That's likely where our package is. His beacon is in that direction so follow it. I'm going to circle around and RV with you from your east. Use one of your EMP's to kill power."

Me: "Roger." *Crawls to the front of the vehicle and detaches a EMP grenade from my hip* "Here we go..." *sets timer for 5 seconds, arms EMP and tosses grenade out near the opening of the alleyway*

~The EMP bursts out a 100 foot radius. The warehouse and small building's lights and power shut off.~

Me: *emerges from vehicle and sprints full speed to the alleyway*

Mac: *watches me on scope* "Come on Mars three more seconds..."

Me: *I sprint down the alley way locating two guards looking around in confusion with their guns up. I instinctively raise my silenced MP5 and send shots through their heads*

~The 5 seconds expire as the power and lights come back once more~

Sarge Guard: "ulineun du gaji alae issda! jibjung !" *motioning other troops to be on guard*

Me: *hears chatter and stays frosty* "Mac I'm at the party.."

Mac: "Hold on Mars, coming to you"

Me: *takes cover on wall at the end of alleyway, I hear the troops coming* "Go time."

~The four guards begin to turn the corner down the alleyway as their peripheral catches me running at them.~

Me: *scizzor kicks first guard into the second and spins around and sweeps the third's feet while throwing a knife into the skull of the Sarge. Uses my Mp5 to shoot the first two as they fall limp.*

Third Guard: "Hayyhh!" *melee's me across the face with AK. Begins to aim at me*

Me: *takes the hit and somersaults on one hand using the other to place three shots in the third guard's face. I look around the corner into the silo opening and second nuclear reactor. I quickly bolt for the silo tower doors* "Mac the party has been crashed. We need to move up the time table." *I pull out a thin wire and place it under the silo doors and uses the monitor on my wrist to see into the room from the snakecam*

~The room shows four guards arming their AK's and looking at the door. I pull out another wire and place it under the door. Pressing a button below the screen on my wrist, the wire shoots a thin needle into the room that glows a bright hot white color. The guards begin to look down and aim at it.~

Me: *swiftly enters the room and draws my XD9 handgun with my MP5 and sprays the four guards while crouching low. Their AK's go off on instinct as loud gunfire fills the air* "Shit...." *retracts my wires and hastily moves to the elevator in the rear of the room* "Mac the package's beacon is underground....I'm directly on top of it. Proceeding to the package."

Mac: *stealthy* "Roger. I heard gunfire Mars exercise EXTREME silence. Remember our orders."

Me: "Yeah, noted." *presses elevator button down to B1 floor. Once the elevator moves, I open the duct above me and climb up into the roof. When the elevator stops, I shut the duct and spot a small vent shaft as I begin to slowly crawl into it.* "Mac I'm in..."

Mac: "Okay, let's find our VIP"

BloodThunder27 · Jun 30, 2014

January 18, 2014

SCPO Amaterasu Tang

US Navy SEALS

SEAL Team Seven, Delta Platoon, Alpha Team

Chernyol Arms Plant, North Korea

04:10 Hours

After the EMP went off, Team Seven Delta Platoon's Alpha Team successfully infiltrated. David and his squad members would traverse into the facility without any undo noise thanks to Tang and Liang. Despite Liang doing everything that Tang told him, she was still giving him the cold shoulder. Due to electronics being down due to the EMP, Alpha Team was force to fend for themselves. Soon, Steven and Amaterasu would follow their teammates into the facility.

--Flashback Episode IV--

*Month and a half following disastrous mission*

November 23rd, 2012

PO1 Amaterasu Tang

US Navy SEALS

SEAL Team Seven, Delta Platoon, Alpha Team

Adventist Medical Center, Portland, OR USA

13:30 Hours

This afternoon, Amaterasu was in the Delivery Room with her Brother and Sister-in-Law. Sometime late the previous night, Yolanda's water broke and she had asked both Ulani and Amaterasu herself to be in the delivery room with her and Koichi. Yolanda seemed to be in a lot of pain. Ulani found it hard to watch, but did her best to comfort Yolanda. Despite being a battle-hardened soldier, Amaterasu cringed at the thought of what Yolanda was going through. Sadly for Koichi, she hadn't fully dilated, but was close to. Feeling both disoriented and losing control, Yolanda began berating Koichi for what she's going through and began pulling on his hair, hitting him in the face and pulled on his ear, causing him to begin shout as well. Although Yolanda had experienced the highs, lows, ups and downs of impending parenthood, none of it prepared her for the pain of labor. This shocked both Ulani and Amaterasu. -End of Flashback-

Ch0sen1 · Jul 1, 2014

Me: *crawls stealthily through the ducts*

Mac: "Mars, keep ghost protocol, I got some nervous guards up here arming up....they're converging to the guard tower which is away from your location...I think they've spotted something..."

Me: "Navy?"

Mac: "Not sure. All I know is....Navy SEALS get caught, that's a fucking war they just started. Why call them anyway?"

Me: "Let's just do our job and get out. They'll buy us time."

Mac: "Roger."

Me: *I sneak through the ducts and look down at the guards chattering below*

Guard1: "ulineun umjig-im-i jeongsang iissda! sunchal mollae mujang eul balgyeon haessda !"

~The two guards bolt for the elevator and makes their way inside.~

Me: "Something's going down....shit." *increases pace in duct. Reaches a drop down point into an stone walled area with crates all around. I drop down undetected to see two guards run to my left. I take cover behind a crate*

~A facility wide alarm goes off as red flights begin to flash all around. The chatter of guards and padder of footsteps can be heard.~

Me: "You have GOT to be kidding me...."

Mac: "Mars, we got activity up top. I think the guards know we're here. They're converging on the Navy's location now."

Me: "Great, that's just fucking GREAT!?" *I run out into the main area of B1 and only see two guards behind a glass. I throw a flashbang off the wall and it deflects into the room where the guards are."

[POWW!!!]

Me: *I instantly roll into the room and lunge to the left and deliver shots from my MP5 into the guards.* "Mac, where's Bighead's asset at?"

Mac: "Don't know, haven't made contact with him at all, he's here somewhere..."

Me: "We need our evac prepped ASAP." *searching the guard, finds nothing. Searches B1 floor*

Mac: "Working on a Plan B now...."

Me: "Where are you??" *Clearing B1 floor*

Mac: "Still up top with eyes on the Navy....looks like they're in for trouble..."

Me: "THEY are not the mission Mac, get here NOW." *finds more crates, pops the top on one and takes a snapshot. Quickly I rush to the elevator and I wait.*

Mac: "Roger."

Me: *steps on elevator and presses B2* "So much for ghost...." *lifts up roof cover and jumps out and quietly shuts it back. I jump into the duct above B2 right before the elevator stops and opens below.*

~Below I can see five guards all aiming at the elevator door and gets confused when they see it empty. I begin to crawl very slowly in the duct as it opens up three ways.~

Mac: "What's your loc?"

Me: *whispers* "B2...moving towards package..." *I continue straight into the duct and follow my GPS towards the white dot. I spot a vent cover and begin to crawl towards it.*

[indistinct chatter in Korean]

Me: *pulls out snake cam and sticks it through the vent window*

~The snake cam shows a long hallway with three guards partolling up and down it. A sharp left turn can be seen at the beginning of the hall.~

Me: *thinks if I should go back and check the other directions or not....*

BloodThunder27 · Jul 1, 2014

January 18, 2014

SCPO Amaterasu Tang

US Navy SEALS

SEAL Team Seven, Delta Platoon, Alpha Team

Chernyol Arms Plant, North Korea

04:44 Hours

Amaterasu and her squad tried their best to be as discreet as possible. Using a Sniper Rifle at close ranger proved difficult for her and her Handgun couldn't have a suppresser because it already had a compensator. Alpha Team would split into two groups, one led by David and the other led by Amaterasu herself. Helping the two agents that already infiltrated the facility, Team Seven Delta Platoon Alpha Team would do a sweep, killing anything that moved unless it was a friend. Amaterasu and her team of six would make it into the Security Room to ensure that no one would sound the Alarm. David and his team of seven would shoot their way into the Generator Room so can disable the power so their CIA mates can complete their mission without farther complication.

--Flashback, Episode V--

*Month and a half following disastrous mission*

November 23rd, 2012

PO1 Amaterasu Tang

US Navy SEALS

SEAL Team Seven, Delta Platoon, Alpha Team

Adventist Medical Center, Portland, OR USA

15:45 Hours

Sadly for Amaterasu, Yolanda's labor would carry into the night. It was hard for her to see her sister-in-law going through so much pain. She did her best to comfort Yolanda, who was still feeling disoriented from the contractions all being so close together, as at this point in labor, they were one to three minutes apart and would last for 90-120 seconds. While Ulani held her hand, Amaterasu would straighten out her hair every so often. Koichi decided to stay back a bit because his wife pulled on his hair earlier, which made him a little scared of being near her. Since the Midwife was not in the room and Amaterasu had some training in the medical field, she decided to make sure that Yolanda and her baby were doing well. When she hollered in pain, Amaterasu tried to calm things down, but it proved difficult. --End of Flashback--

AkuTheWolfOkami · Jul 2, 2014

It was time to take the sky. They had gotten word that the Seal team had tripped the alarm so the men were heading out to their jets. Three F/A-18D models (one being a special stealth model for de Silva) and a top secret stealth jet. The stealth jet took off first from the catapult, followed by da Silva, and followed by one other jet. The last two remained on stand by as the three birds took flight in the air, forming up with de Silva in the front, and the two fighters behind him.

"Mother goose, this is Lancelot escorting King Arthur, visibility is low," he checked his gauges, and the NFO in the seat behind him confirmed everything for him,"All weapons are green, no visible malfunctions. Everyone else good?" Once everyone was confirmed to be fine, de Silva nodded,"Mission is a greenlight. We're about 10 minutes from enemy airspace can we get an update on the SEALS." He looked around him as he maintained a firm altitude, and good grip on the hobknob in front of him.

The squad of fighters were just here as an escort. So what Arthur's true mission? If de Silva only had permission to fire if the SEALS needed his existence, what was Mallot's mission. This was bothering him, he didn't even know what the bird he was escorting was carrying...what if he was going to wipe out a whole place with people just to cover the US government's mishap.

de Silva took in a deep breath, as he sighed,"patch me into to the SEALS if possible, get an update on their mission." His NFO nodded. It was something about thisNFO, de Silva had heard of him before. Some sort of computer geek, who had the brawn to become a marine. He could hack into anything, analog signals, even signals that were in code,"I got you a patch...."

"SEAL team seven, this is Lancelot your eye in the sky, we are 8 minutes away from the border can we get an update on your status," de Silva did not want to be the reason a war started, but he also didn't want to be the reason people die for nothing.

Ch0sen1 · Jul 3, 2014

Me: *I meditate in my position as I use my intuition to wait for an opportune moment.*

~The power suddenly shuts off throughout the facility. The rants of the guards can be heard below. I open my eyes.~

Me: *takes out shades in my shoulder pouch and equips them, pressing a green button as night vision activates.*

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Mac: "Mars, you good?"

Me: "Yeah, what happened? Koreans shouting and running everywhere..."

Mac: "Navy must've tripped the power...the alarm's still on though, we need to move double time."

Me: "Already on it." *quietly opens vent duct and drops down to B2, where the blind guards are paranoid pointing guns in all directions. I aim my MP5 as I slowly walk forward to the end of the hall, starting at the back I knock off guards in the head with my suppressor as they drop without a sound.*

Mac: "On my way to you, Navy's on their own from here. Out."

Me: "Yupp." *speed walks past the dead guards and peeks around the corner to see two guards fighting to get a door open. I wait as the struggle on.*

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~Mac begins to move towards the Silo stealthy and secretly as dozens of North Korean patrol converge to the generator room. Another group can be seen running towards the guard tower next to the communication building. Mac knew the SEALS were done for if he didn't at least throw the Navy a bone.~

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Mac: *Uses night vision. Sees a Navy SEAL team of seven lead by a young looking soldier inside the generator complex. Patrols begin to converge on their location. Mac pulls out suppressed ARX-160 and selects single burst to quietly and precisely pick off guards from behind as bodies drop. The rest of the patrol notices and begins to fan out giving the SEALS troupe just enough time to avoid certain capture.*

Mac: "Fucking JV...." *takes off towards the silo*

~About a dozen guards run blindly down the dark alleyway to the silo. They have no night vision, so this was easy for Mac. Mac puts a big smile on face as he knows what comes next.*

Guard: *bumps into Mac* !?

Mac: *snaps guard's neck, and immediately pulls out combat knife and rapidly stabs two more guards right in their adam's apples.*

Panicked Guard: !? "Agh!!! chim-ibja neun yeogi!" *fires out of fear*

~Mac ducks down as five guards fire into the vicinity and the bullets shred each other apart. They drop down lifeless. The three remaining guards use the flash from the fire to locate Mac and aim at him.~

Guard1: *fires at Mac* "Huuuuaaaa!!!"

Guard2: *fires at Mac*

Guard3: *fires at Mac* "Yaaaaaahhhhh!!"

Mac: *Smirks at the guards as the bullets zing and bounce off of his custom formed armor. He presses a button on the index finger of his right glove as two circular objects on his breastplate flash an incomprehensibly bright light.*

~The guards all grab their heads and immediately fall amd scream in agony as Mac bolts for the Silo doors.~

Mac: "I still got got it..."

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~The two guards finally push and tug the blast door open with all their might. Two thuds can be heard right after from me putting two suppressed bullets in the back of their skulls from 5 feet away.~

Me: "Excuse me, coming through." *Walking over the corpses*

Mac: "Mars, I'm in. Elevators are down thanks to the JV...so I'm gonna have to find an alternate."

Me: "Roger." *following GPS radar to white dot* "I'm converging on the package." *I come across a vast long hallway with a dead end about 20 meters in front of me, the White dot is located on the other side of the wall to my left.* "Well this is just great...." *Runs to find another way around.*

~The alarm still rings throughout the facility, as the entire B2 floor seems empty.~

Me: "The entire fleet must be up there with Navy....but....why leave this floor empty..." *connects the dots* "Oh....right.." *radios to Mac* "Mac, most of the troops have diverted topside to handle the Navy, but the rest are on B3. THAT'S where our guy is...now's our chance for an ambush. Get to B3."

Mac: "Gotcha."

Me: *Scurries for the elevator shaft. I look up to see an elevator coming 50 miles per hour at my face, ready to tear it off. I instinctively jump backwards* "Holy Shit!!!!"

[CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!]

~The elevator slams down below where B3 is. Dust and smoke venture up into the open shaft of the B2 area. I hear the elevator roping being tugged on and it begins to move as I draw my XD9 and aim it into the smoke. I switch to thermal vision. I'm ready to take this guy out.~

Me: *Almost pulls the trigger as the target drops down the rope aiming his gun in at me. The thermal color shows a green color, indicating one of my own. I switch off thermal and see Mac grinning at me through the smoke.*

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Mac: "Did I scare ya?"

Me: "You are a bastard, you know that?" *gets up and runs to Mac, grabbing his hand*

Mac: "You okay?"

Me: "Good to go." *grabs onto the rope with Mac as we rappel down to the top of the crushed elevator.* "Psst...look" *points Mac to vent duct above B3*

Mac: "Got an idea, you go. I'll be right behind." *begins to take off upper body armor*

Me: "Okay" *crawls into the vent duct as I can see a long narrow path to a light source 40 meters at the other end. Chatter of guards begin fill the air below me*

Mac: *silently jumps down in mangled elevator and sets the armor up against the wall to point out the door. He activates the neuro flash lights used to incapacitate the other guards.*

Me: *slowly, stealthily sneaks through the windowless vent shaft not making a sound. I hear indistinct Korean below.*

[Guards chatter Korean in anticipation]

Mac: *presses door open button and kicks off the wall to jump back up on roof of elevator*

Guard: "BUL !!!!!!!"

~In a long narrow hallway with thick stone walls designed to withstand any blast that extends about 40 meters, an entire detail of about 17 guards infest the hall with mean AK-47's. At the ding of the elevator door opening, they all immediately see the flash from the armor and fire furiously.~

[Ding! ...........AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!]

~The roars of guards firing weapons slowly but surely transitions into screams of pain and agony as the neuro flash's frequency waves resonate to their brains way to quickly, causing their brains to rapidly swell and throb.~

Mac: *equips shades and switches to light vision and drops down with his ARX assault rifle and sprays the narrow hallway, mowing down the agonized enemies as splatters of red fill the air and cold stone walls.*

Me: *continues to crawl towards light at the end of the duct*

~Everything suddenly gets silent. Corpses and streaks of red fill the hall along with the smell of gunsmoke and burnt concrete.~

Mac: *peeks out to see all guards down, walks fast towards blast door at the end of the hall.* "We're clear Mars. Package is 12 o clock."

Me: *crawling faster.* "Roger."

Mac: "You left before me and I'm gonna get to the package before you." *says teasingly as he approaches the blast door*

Me: "Shush it." *crawls up the the end of the duct. Through the vent, I can see Hal Reynolds tied up partially exposed, unconscious.*

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Mac: *attempts to open door, but it's locked* "Shit, it's locked in place..."

Me: "So much for bragging..." *opens duct and drops down into an interrogation type of room with stone walls surrounding in a large circle. I walk up to the blast door and unlock the lever letting Mac in.*

Mac: "Why thanks" *running to Reynolds*

Me: *analyzes Reynolds* "He's dehydrated....mild exhaustion....other than that he's fine. Wake him up."

Mac: "Get up pal....we're here to take you home." *nudges Reynolds* "Hey...hey!"

Reynolds: *comes to* "....wha....ugh..."

Me: *grabs Reynold's face and shakes it* "HEY! We're here to rescue you soldier so get it together and lets MOVE." *pulls out my combat knife and cuts him loose*

Reynolds: *drops* "Agh!" *shakes head as he regains consciousness* "Who are you..?" *looking up*

Me: "Your calvary" *Helps Reynolds up* "Now let's move."

Mac: "Wiring in to Kangaroo for evac." *walking towards elevator* "Stay here, I have to deactivate the neuro flasher."

Me: *stops as I hold Reynolds' body up from falling over.*

Ch0sen1 · Jul 22, 2014

Mac: *moves past gore and corpses, switches off flasher* "Okay, we're good."

Me: "Come on soldier..." *tugs Hal*

Hal Reynolds: "Those.....those fuckers tried to cut my dick off......"

Me: "You can write them a letter on how you feel once we're outta here...." *walks to elevator*

Mac: "Fucking Navy's probably started a goddamn war." *looking up into the elevator shaft* "Okay, we can rappel upwards back to the surface."

Me: "You kidding? With all that commotion? Kangaroo will be hit before they get there. This is an underground silo building, and every one of those has a....?" *leading Mac to answer*

Mac: "An underground tram tunnel system."

Cpt. Reynolds: "Yeah, it's back in the holding room, inside the gate I was fenced to. it uses a keypad input."

Me: *turns around and aims at the lock from afar* "How about a lead one?" *shoots MP5 as the keypad blasts apart*

Mac: "Kangaroo this is TF-0A...we're taking the underground trolley out of here. Stand by outer perimeters for evac. Headed west." *kicks open the gate*

Cpt. Reynolds: "I'm good now...." *stands on his own*

Mac: *hands Reynolds the ARX-160 and pulls out his XD9 sidearm* "Let's get it."

Cpt. Reynolds: "Who you guys with?" *takes point*

Me: "The wind." *follows*

Mac: "How far is the tram?"

Cpt. Reynolds: "About 150 meters up, you'll see the docking area with the red lights."

~Up ahead we see the red lights in the distance, as we move as a unit towards the tram, we can hear faint fire from the Navy up above.~

Cpt. Reynolds: "The hell is that??"

Me: "World War 3..."

~We look down the huge long undergroung tunnel as Reynolds hits a red button. The lights go from red to green as the pulley can be seen bringing the tram to our location.~

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Reynolds: "No one know about this but the Koreans, so expect minimal resistance."

Mac: "Got it." *crouching, looking behind us to make sure we're clear.*

Ch0sen1 · Aug 4, 2014

((anybody else gonna post? lol))

AkuTheWolfOkami · Aug 4, 2014

nothing to post. literally just in the air until an air strikes is called on O.o ))

Ch0sen1 · Aug 4, 2014

((Well the Navy is being fired on lol, but true.))

AkuTheWolfOkami · Aug 4, 2014

((well they can call on air support if they need it))

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