Disclaimer: Call of Duty, Payday, Code Geass... none of them belongs to me. I own only my plot... *sulking in the corner*. This is my first fic so please, be easy on me.
Prologue:
The true peace... is long gone. How far will you go to bring it back?
Nothing can be taken for granted. Everything has its own price.
Victory costs. And everytime... you will have to pay a little more.
So...
What are you prepared to pay?
What are you prepared to trade?
What are you prepared to sacrifice?
And more important...
What consequences are you prepared to receive?
[Unknown place]
"Clear!" came the voice of a man in blue suit with a strange clown mask
"All clear!" replied another man in black suit, having a different clown mask
"Clear!" said the third man with the same attire
"I got access to the file!" came voice of the fourth man, who seemed to be the head of the group, in a smiling clown mask with a flag pattern on it.
"Good job guys." A voice reached their ears throught their communicators "Now connect the drive to one of the computers and I will handle the rest. You guys stay frosty and collect all the reseach notes. The convoy will come soon."
"Get to work, everyone." said the leader of the group as he pulled an unconcious body of a scientist away from his table and started collecting the notes
"I will drill the safe!" said the final man in clown mask as he set up the equipment
"If only these notes were money..." complained another man as he shoved the notes into a bag.
"Just shut up and do it, Hoxton." snarled the leader
"I know, I know Dallas." Said Hoxton as he carelessly shoved all the files on a table into a bag
*CLICK!*
"Safe opened!" called the man who had finished drilling the safe
Giving the drill an amazed look, a man couldn't help but praised
"The new drill is really fast, and truly hard to hear its sound"
"Boss did say that yet you didn't believe, Wolf. And aside from files and notes, this safe do have money here!"
"Woohoo!" whistled Hoxton "You sure know how to bring good luck, Houston."
"Houston, secure those files and notes separately. If they're kept in the safe, it means they're important. Fill the money bag quickly, guy." Said Dallas "Chain, you prepare..."
"HOLY SWEET MERCIFUL FUCKING GOD'S SAKE!"
But before the man could finish, the deafening shout coming from the communicators cut him off as well as making all the five men cover their ringing ears
"What the hell, Bain? Are you nuts?" groaned Dallas, clearly annoyed yet curious. It wasn't everyday that the usually calm and polite ordinator acting like that
"Uranium, Dallas! They're researching about Uranium in order to create a weapon of mass destruction under the order of Britania!"this made the eyes of all five men widen in shock "Do all of you bring ME shots with you?"
"We have ten shots." Replied Wolf after checking the supplies "More than enough to erase the memory of everyone in this place."
"Good. Now, I want you to give each scientist a full dose of ME shot and drag them to somewhere safe. I have already finished copying and erasing all the data in computers but I want you guys to plant some C4 in the chamber as well as along your escape way. After you have escaped with out loots, bring down the chamber! Now go, your convoy will come in ten minutes!"
Cutting the connection, Hoxton turned to Dallas with an annoyed expression
"This escape will be a big pain in the ass."
"Can't be helped. Boss don't want to have any casualty of the civilian and we have no idea if these pals here are innocent or not." Said Dallas with a helpless shrugg
"And those guards are not innocent?" said Hoxton as he dragged a random unconcious body to the mi
"You do know that the moment when they signed up to become soldier, they are guaranteed to have either a medal or a body bag, right?"
"Or both." Added Wolf helpfully as he took out five strange plastic guns and passed them to the other members "Now let's hurry, guys. We only have nine minutes and a half left!"
"Thank you for you information, Bain. Now you go and make sure the crew will go out without a scratch. Aside from the important notes, I don't want to reward a bunch of dead bodies. "
"Already on it, boss. And don't worry, they're the best and a bunch of the hardest bastards I have ever known. Aside from the taskforce and the frontline teams, of course."
"I know. Again, thank you, Bain."
Cutting off the connection, the boss let out a small sigh as he stood up and turned to the huge board behind him.
Names, places, events, maps, intels, photographs, stasis, etc. All on the huge board with numerous marks, questions, notes, connections that could blow the mind of any normal person with its sheer size if one laid eyes on it.
The train of thought in his mind was running non-stop in high speed as he seemed like freezing in his chair until a ring broke him out of his thought
"Your covers and safehouse have been prepared and loaded up." came the voice with dense Scottish accent "Also, Bravo 6 and Bravo 9 have arrived at Tatra Mountains, waiting for green light."
"Thank you, Baseplate. You got the nod. Mission is a go. Rules of engagement: stealth, ME shots free, everyone with Geass or weapons's hostile."
"Solid copy, C.B." with that, the line was disconnected
They said truth was the first casualty of war.
But... who defines what was truth? Who defines what was "right" or "wrong"?
In the end, truth... was just a matter of perspective.
The duty of every soldier was to protect the innocent, and sometimes that means preserving the lie of good and evil – that war wasn't just natural selection played out on a grand scale.
How ironic.
But... there was one truth he've found...
The world up there... was nothing but a giant tinderbox. All it took was the will of a single person with a single match to start the flame of war...
... And he was hopeless to change it.