RAINBOW SIX SIEGE : REDEMPTION
DISCLAIMER : I do not own Rainbow Six Siege, characters etc etc etc... Ubisoft owns that. Nor do I own the characters of Scott Mitchell, Nomad or Weaver, they are also owned by Ubisoft. I do not own the Vapid Dominator GTX nor the Annis Elegy RH8, Rockstar has them.
All I own are my two original characters.
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Chapter One :
WITH a jolt, Greg Mitchell sat up in his bed, sweat adorning his face. Taking a few moments to get his breathing back under control, he then stood and walked into the bathroom of the small apartment he owned, approaching the sink and turning on the faucet. Gathering some water in his hands, he splashed the liquid on his face before looking at his reflection in the mirror.
Dark brown hair, grown longer than he usually has it, covered part of his face. Moving the fringe back, he saw his hazel eyes were dull and faded. Grimacing, he let his fingers trace the jagged scar was ran from his forehead, intersecting his right eye and running down to his jaw. Frowning, he ran his fingers through the beard covering the bottom of his face and then sighed.
It's been six months since he and his sister returned from Afghanistan, from a disastrous mission which left him and his unit captured by members of a renegade faction. Tortured and abused, only he had survived to be rescued by a squad known only as GHOSTS, who were tracking down the chemicals. Along with his sister who had accompanied the GHOSTS, the six soldiers managed to destroy the compound, but not before gathering the intel of the buyers the group sold the chemicals to.
That was a lifetime ago, now he was on extended medical leave, having been diagnosed with PTSD. Looking at his reflection, a sigh escaped him as he turned and left the small room and headed into the small kitchen and dining room. Walking over to the table, he sat down and powered up his computer as he saw that it was just before nine in the morning. He snorted, it was the first time he actually has been able to sleep in, since...
A electronic warble from his phone, drew his attention. Grabbing it, he smirked as he saw he had a message from his younger sister.
Tracey - Hey bro, still sleeping?
Greg - Nah, just dragged my carcass out of bed. Guess you've been awake for awhile?
Tracey - Pulled an all nighter at the library. Gotta keep my grades up.
Greg - You'll do fine sis.
Tracey - Yeah, yeah... when are you and Sara coming to visit?
He frowned, he hasn't spoken to his twin Sara, since they were rescued and then their debriefing in Afghanistan. Sighing again, he thought of a response.
Greg - I... haven't seen Sara for awhile Trace.
Tracey - What about dad?
Greg - Even longer... you know what the 'General' is like.
Their father was General Scott Mitchell, a decorated veteran who headed up some special unit out of Washington. While he had been recommended for 'extended medical leave', their sister (his twin) Sara had returned back to duty, but was put behind a desk in Washington.
Tracey - Well, Dad can be rather... 'trying'... at times. He's still Dad though.
Greg - I know, just... anyway, let's not talk about that. I'm not that far, so I can come and see you around lunch time. You do have lunch right?
Tracey - lol of course I do. Just leaving the library now, I'll text you where we can meet up.
Greg - Sure thing Trace, see you soon.
Tracey - You know, a few of my friends have seen a picture of you. Maybe I can set you up ;)
Greg - Uhh... no thanks Trace. I... I don't need my little sister setting me up.
He waited for her reply, but didn't receive one. Putting his phone down, he got up and went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Once the kettle was boiled, he made his drink and walked back to the table, picking up the remote to his tv and turning on the news. Having just sat down, he glanced at the tv, drink forgotten as he saw the news broadcast.
A terrorist group had seized control of a college, using an unknown airborne chemical and members using military grade weapons, were attacking and killing students and attending police officers. He listened to the broadcaster as she announced the report she had.
Broadcaster : This is happening right now. A group calling themselves the White Masks, have attacked one of the states major colleges. There are reports of multiple dead, students, faculty and police officers due to a unknown chemical agent. Reports of automatic gunfire and even explosions have come through. The group has not made any demands, intent on causing as much terror and death as possible.
Standing, Greg hastily dressed and grabbed his coat as he left his apartment, running down the stairs and out the front door. Without looking either way, he hurried across the street to where his car was parked, a Vapid Dominator GTX. Climbing into the seat and closing the door, the engine roared to life as Greg brought it out of it's parking space, cutting off another person as the muscle car roared down the street.
Turning on the radio, the announcer was relaying information about the attack at Bartlett, as his phone rang. Pressing the speaker button, he snarled as he swerved between cars.
"What?"
A female voice spoke, one he hadn't heard for the last few months.
"Greg, are you heading to Bartlett?"
Blasting on the horn, a small car ducked into a side street as Greg roared past.
"Damn straight Sara. Gotta find out if Trace is alright." Turning the wheel, the car made a sharp right "What about you?"
Lieutenant Sara Mitchell was heading down one of the many hallways within the Pentagon.
"Heading out to you now."
The muscle car roared through a intersection, narrowly avoiding a bus and a truck, horns blaring.
"What's the General going to say?"
The elevator doors closed as it descended to the ground floor, Sara on her cellphone.
"Honestly, I don't care. Tracey is more important than any damn meeting." she paused "If Father doesn't like that, then that's too bad."
Greg smirked as he spun the wheel, ducking through traffic, as he headed down a freeway.
"Gotta say sis, starting to act like myself now."
Walking out of the building, Sara was walking towards the carpark and was about to speak, when a voice called out to her. She grimaced as she looked over her shoulder.
"I'll call you back, the General is calling me."
She ended the call, turned and saluted her father, General Scott Michell, as he approached her and returned her salute.
"At ease Lieutenant. You seem to be in a hurry to get somewhere, it must be something important for you to walk out of a priority appropriations meeting."
Sara nodded.
"Yes sir. Received a report of a terrorist attack... at Bartlett College, sir."
The General's eyes went wide as he heard her. When he spoke, his voice was tight.
"Bartlett. Are you sure Lieutenant?"
She nodded and raised her tablet, opening an application and handed it to her father. Taking the tablet, he studied the information before looking at her.
"Your brother is heading there now?"
Sara looked at her father's face. For him to mention her brother and not by his rank...
"Yes Father. I was just talking to him before..."
Scott looked at her, his face set.
"Lieutenant, you are to head to Bartlett and work alongside Commander Mitchell. You WILL extract Tracey Mitchell to a safe zone and then co-ordinate with the local authorities, understood?"
Sara stood at attention and saluted.
"Yes sir."
Scott nodded as he stared at her.
"Get to the college, I'll organize for a unit to be waiting for you with supplies and weapons. You will work alongside Commander Mitchell and the unit to accomplish your mission, understood?"
Sara nodded, as her father turned on his heel and headed off. He was a few meters away, when he turned back to her.
"Be careful Sara... try to make sure Greg doesn't get in to too much trouble."
With that said, he entered the building in a rush. Sara turned and ran towards her car, climbing in to the Annis Elegy RH8, starting it and leaving the carpark. Her cellphone rang and she hit the speaker button.
"Greg?"
Driving fast down the freeway, her sibling was dodging and weaving through traffic.
"What did the General say?"
Looking ahead and focused on her driving, she responded.
"We're to work together to 'extract' Tracey from the college grounds and then work with the authorities." she paused "He also addressed you by 'Commander'."
Snorting, he turned the wheel, making his car jump the curb and drive along the grass embankment and avoiding other cars. The car jumped back onto the road as it headed along the road.
"He would... I'm about an hour from Bartlett, you?"
She smiled as she saw her brother's car roar past her, as she stomped on the accelerator, her car speeding up behind his.
"Look behind you."
Glancing into his rear vision mirror, a tight smile appeared on his face as he saw a silver and black Annis Elegy RH8 speeding along behind him.
"Can you keep up?"
Having said that, the sports car sped up and was directly opposite the muscle car, as both vehicles sped down the freeway. Sara spoke as she kept her eyes on the road.
"Well, the General wants us to work with a special unit he's sending, along with weapons and such."
Greg nodded as he and his sister veered their cars around a bus, the muscle car ducking into the emergency lane before sliding back in line with his sister.
"Nomad and Weaver?"
Sara shook her head.
"Don't know. He didn't reveal any details."
Nodding, Greg kept his gaze on the road.
"Hope whoever he sends, knows how to do their job."
Back at the Pentagon, General Scott Mitchell entered his office, as soon as his door was closed the security features locked down as he approached his desk. He looked at his computer, taking note that two GHOST teams were deployed in other countries, the standby team was ready and two others in reserve. He thought briefly about sending in the standby team, he knew that would perform well and that with Nomad and Weaver, success was high.
However... GHOSTS were never deployed on home soil. He was just about to make a call, when there was a knock on the other door to his office. Looking over, he pressed a button on the side of his desk, as the door opened. In walked a middle aged African American woman, dressed in a neat business suit. She walked over and sat in the chair opposite his desk.
"General, it's been some time."
Scott nodded as he studied her.
"It has indeed. You wouldn't be here in Washington, unless..."
The woman nodded as she reached into the briefcase she carried and handed over a folder.
"We had reports that a group calling themselves the WHITE MASKS, were somewhere in Washington State. When this attack at Bartlett happened, I had a team put on immediate standby and are ready for deployment."
Scott looked over the report in the folder. Not only was there information about this group, but also a report about the chemical agent. He frowned as he read the information and then looked at her.
"This is the same agent which was sold in Afghanistan..."
The woman nodded as she studied him.
"The same agent which was stolen from a convoy, your son was in command of." she leaned forward in her chair "Which is also another reason I am here... but we can discuss that after..."
Frowning, Scott nodded. As elite a force the GHOSTS are, they are sanctioned only for operations outside the US. For this objective... a force with clearance to operate anywhere in the world was needed. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked at the woman.
"Do it."
With a nod, she drew a cellphone from her jacket pocket and dialed a preprogrammed number. A few seconds passed, before the other end picked up and a woman's voice came through.
"Yes?"
The woman opposite Scott, leaned back in her chair.
"Ash, Mission is go."
The person on the other end, 'Ash', responded promptly.
"Understood. Ash out."
The General looked at the woman.
"Ok Six... why do you want my son?"
Grinning like a wolf, 'Six' looked right at him.
"The threat the WHITE MASKS represent is real General. As such, Team RAINBOW needs as many capable operators as possible. It's not just your son I want for RAINBOW, but also Red Back."
Scott looked over at the picture at the corner of his desk. A family photograph of himself and his three children, his wife having passed away some years ago. 'Six' watched him.
"Without operators, there is no RAINBOW... and without it, more families will suffer."
Still looking at the picture, he nodded slowly.
"After this crisis... I'll work out their transfer papers..."
Holding up her briefcase, 'Six' shook her head and drew forth another folder.
"Already done, just need your authorization."
Looking at the folder in her hands, he took it. Inside were the personal records for his children, listing their achievements and military record. He read the last page for both... sighing, he signed them and closed the folder, handing it back to 'Six'.
"It's done... just... watch them."
'Six' nodded as she took the papers.
"Consider it done General."
The woman left the office, as Scott turned back to look at the picture. He just prayed his family would be safe.
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Deaths-Head : I've had an idea for a RSS fic for awhile now and lately been stuck on a horror fic rage (see my F13, NOES and Scream fics), but decided to take a break and work on an idea that's been bouncing in my head for awhile now. I'll try not to bring too many references to other games over, but will include some from Ghost Recon now and then (as the two oc's are the 'fictional' children of the head of the GHOSTS.
Updates will be slow, as I will be alternating between this and my Scream fic. Any ideas, thoughts, opinions etc will be appreciated.