Here is the prequel to "One Thing Led To Another". I hope you like it as much as you liked the other one.

Kingpin.

Credenhill, United Kingdom.

November 4, 2014.

9:45 A.M.

A skull-masked soldier slowly walked through the SAS base with a coffee cup in hand. His head was facing his left, watching the new recruits as they progressed through their respective qualification areas. The cool autumn breeze blew through the whole area; trucks come in and out, helicopters take off and land, yet here he was-taking a morning stroll. Before he knew it, he was already near the hangar his superiors told him to go to. He sighed, "A good Tuesday morning for once, and I get to miss it..." he mumbled. Finishing his coffee off, he started to walk fast to the hangar door.

It opened loudly, at least for his taste. Loud, metallic sounds of the hangar's door opening filled his ears. He was thankful that it got over with soon. Inside the hanger were four men: One mohawk-headed Scotsman, a blonde-bearded Englishman, a man in an unmarked balaclava, and an African-American fellow; all of whom were clad in black. "Price, he's here." the Scotsman said as he turned to the newcomer. The man with the dick tickler replied "Hmm, so he is."

"Good morning Captains Price; MacTavish."

"Good morning too, Ghost. Come over here, command's got something for you." Price said.

Ghost made his way to where the men were: a table with a bunch of monitors and maps on it. The African-American fist-bumped him on the way before heading off a few meters away. "Good morning, Meat." Ghost greeted. Soon, he was facing the man in black. "You too, Roach."

Roach, ever so silent, just nodded.

"Alright, gentlemen." Price started, grabbing Ghost and Roach's attention "As you know, General Shepard's trying to find our man, Makarov, ever since he escaped capture back in Operation Kingfisher. The good news is, we've found a new lead: a drug dealer in South America who we believe has interacted with Makarov in the past. Shepard is sending the 141 to capture him." The monitors started to focus on the continent as he said this.

"And the bad news?" Ghost asked.

"The bad news, mate," MacTavish answered "the bad news is that it's YOU going after 'im."

Ghost sighed; "Who am I gonna take with me, sir?"

"Roach and Meat."

"Don't worry, mate." Price reassured as he lit his cigar "Just think of it as a test. We'll be right behind you when things go south. Archer and Toad will also be there to assist if we go dark."

"Alright. What equipment are we gonna take with us?"

"Anything you'd like."

"Gear up, then. We don't have much time; that drug runner'll disappear any moment. Wheels up at 1100. Dismissed!" Price ordered

With that, all five left the briefing hangar for the main armoury. Once inside, Ghost went for his favorite weapon: the ACR as well as a suppressed 9-mil P226; Meat went for an HK 416 with a Holographic Sight and his personal Walther P99 for his sidearm; Roach took an ACOG-equipped M4A1 and a PT92, and Price and MacTavish both went for suppressed M14 EBRs.

"What about Archer and Toad?" asked Ghost.

"We already sent them in," MacTavish explained "they're now waiting for us in the field."

"Figures..." The team finished stocking up on ammunition, water, and other necessities they'll need when they hit the ground. The marched off to the helicopter pad, where one Eurocopter Dauphin was waiting for them. They boarded the chopper with their gear in tow.

"What'll we do if we don't find 'em, sir?" Meat asked Price.

"Well, you are authorized to conduct a Search & Destroy operation to draw him out in the open." Price said "But that shouldn't happen."

"Still, it's best to be prepared for anything." MacTavish advised.

Ghost chuckled, "Too right, mate." he muttered. Thankfully, MacTavish didn't hear it.

The pilots did all the necessary pre-flight checks before lifting off. "Fasten your seatbelts, boys." they heard through the comms. Once the Dauphin was a good distance above the ground and speeding away from the base, Ghost was suddenly overcame with a drowsy feeling. As much as he desperately wanted to fight it, Ghost gave in and slept all the way.

"Ghost..."

Who could that be?

"Ghost!"

That's not Price...

"Wake up! We're here!"

That doesn't sound like neither MacTavish nor Meat. It sounded like a Welsh accent. The only other option is...

"Mmph...Roach?" Ghost asked in a drowsy manner. His vision was still blurred, and it had suddenly became a little bit hotter. Once he could look around properly, he noticed that he was now in a Brazilian forward base in the middle of the Amazon rainforest. Ghost looked to his right to see Roach standing outside of the helicopter without his balaclava and coat on; he was wearing his jungle fatigues with his sleeves rolled up. His rucksack is still on his back, though.

"Come on, the Captains ain't gonna be too happy if we're late..."

"Wait," he replied as he took his coat off "gimme a second..."

Ghost put his coat behind his seat and exited the chopper. After taking a few moments to stretch out, he collected his equipment and headed for the tent Roach was leading him to. The Brazilian soldiers around them were doing all sorts of things; some were staring at them with a mix of awe and envy, while others didn't give a single fuck and continued what they were doing. Soon, they reached the tent.

It was rather large, with enough room to accommodate a table with a map of the area sprawled over it as well as communications equipment like radios; quite fitting for a command center. Bordering the table was General Shepard, an unfamiliar Brazilian officer, Captains Price & MacTavish, and Meat. All of them were unarmed. Ghost and Roach left their weapons and equipment outside and entered the HQ.

"Ah, good morning, gentlemen!" Shepard greeted.

Both men saluted, "Good morning, General!"

"At ease..."

Ghost and Roach put their hands on their sides and approached the table. Sheperd crossed his arms and spoke "Now, before we get straight to business, I want you boys to meet Major Gabriel Silva of the Brazilian Army. Major Silva, this is Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, he'll be leading this operation." A thirty-something man looked to Ghost and Roach and nodded. "He will be helping you in tracking down our target." Shepard says as he pulls out a picture of a middle-aged Brazilian man "His name is Jorge Reyes. He is a notorious drug-runner who commands a lot of influence in these parts. The Brazilian Army is trying to take him down..."

Meat raises his hand, "What does that have to do with us?"

Price facepalmed. MacTavish headdesked. Ghost sighed. Roach glared. Major Silva looked around nervously.

"What?" Meat asked.

"Weren't you listening to the briefing back in Credenhill, Meat?" MacTavish asked in exasperation.

Meat thought about it for a moment. "Oh...ooohh! Okay, so this guy, Reyes, has been dealing with Makarov?"

Shepard sighed, "Yes, yes he has..." he says. "Oh, good!" Meat exclaimed "I was watching Royce playing God of War: Ghost of Sparta while Captain Price was talking..."

Taking one nervous look at Price was what Meat did. Price was fuming now; he looked like he was ready pull his mustache off and use it as a boomerang on Meat. The poor soul gulped in fear. 'Note to self: Do NOT FUCK with Price. And his 'Stache!" Meat thought.

"Anyway," Shepard continued "Major Silva here is going to help you flush this guy out. The intel supplied by the Brazilians looks pretty solid..."

Shepard starts tossing around intel materials from a Manila folder courtesy of the Brazilians. One photo had the details of all of Reyes' drug depots, another had a detailed map of all the safehouses the guy has. One even had a photo of Reyes' wife; a sexy Latina in a red backless dress, which MacTavish immediately picked up.

"Soap, focus..." Price whispered.

"Sorry..."

"Word on the street is, is that Reyes is going to meet with a bigshot Russian businessman named "Amir Kaffarov"; we suspect that it's Makarov, given the choice of name for his alias that is very clearly ripped off from Battlefield 3."

Roach smiled in nostalgic happiness when he heard the game's name. Fond memories were now on his mind.

"They are set to meet at Reyes' safehouse by the Amazon River." Shepard said, pointing to a small section of the place that lies very deep in the rainforest. "Ghost, you will take Sgt. Sanderson and "Meat" and try to either kill or capture Reyes and "Kaffarov" while Major Silva takes care of the guards" Ghost nodded; Shepard then turned to Price and MacTavish "You two know what do..." Both men raised their suppressed sniper rifles. "Good...I don't care how you do it. Just get it done. I have complete faith in your abilities, gentlemen." Shepard took out a cigar and lit it up. Before he could fully leave the tent, he turned back to the killteam and said to them:

"Operation: Kingpin is a go."

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