A/N: Sorry for those who expected another historical fic, I've decided to work on this fic: A Black Ops 2 speculative fic open to ideas. R&R.
October 21st, 2012
2300/11:00 PM
Undisclosed Location
United States of America
Retired Marine Corps.
Capt. Alex Mason
/ Encrypted file transfer.../
/Decrypted files.../
/Enter Username: masonda/
/Enter Password: *******/
/Entrance granted, welcome masonda.../
Alex Mason rubbed his forehead, staring at the screen in front of him. It was 2012, and he was feeling old. He was past his prime, and he was wondering when the world would get back to normal, when he could see his son again.
On the screen, a message appeared after several seconds of the welcome message displayed.
To: ********************
Subject: Pendant
Message: The pendant is gone. I have no idea who the fuck you think you are taking the pendant, but mark my words Menendez, you will suffer. Your rise to power was swift and wordless to the councils, but you will suffer for this. You have gone too far.
Present day, April 1, 2025
1300/1:00 PM
Los Angeles, California
United States of America
SEAL Team Six
Private David A. Mason
"Polo two-one, I need a strafing run in grid A-4! We've got unidentified ground vehicles nearing the P.O.T.U.S.!" Harper yelled into the radio next to him.
In David's hands, he held a Ballista in his hands. To the left of him, leaning against the edge of the building, the radio crackling. Harper was attempting to jam a mag into his own sniper rifle, another Ballista.
"Denied, SEAL 6-1, we have no, repeat, NO, support available, even for the President!" The voice yelled back over, as a large explosion shook the building, making the radio fall over and slam into Harper's knee with a loud crack. He let out a yell in pain and grabbed the radio, cursing loudly, and then placed it back o the table as they continued hearing explosions.
"We've got HINDS!" David yelled. Over to his left he could see the large helicopter making its way towards their area, the blades spinning in a loud whump, whump, whump, sound, making David nervous. Harper looked out to see the Hind and quickly turned back to the radio.
"Requesting AA support in grid A-4! Hinds spotted, repeat, Hinds spotted in grid A-4!" The SEAL operative yelled, looking over the edge of the building.
Down below David, the scene was destructive. Amongst the fallen buildings somewhere was the president, her secret service, and the military sent as her forward guard. He could make out a large tan form, and he recognized the thoom, thoom, thoom, of the CLAW's large cannon, firing off into the distance.
"Firing for effect, 6-1!" A voice yelled back over the radio. Exactly ten seconds later a whistling sound filled the SEAL team's ears as a barrage of the heat-seeking missiles thundered overhead, followed by "dumb" missiles, which would cover the area of ground forces as a bonus.
The lead Hind attempted to divert to escape, but got hit full force with the first missile, causing a domino effect when it exploded. The other missiles quickly finished off the remainders of the hinds, the rest diverting to go after jets much faster than them, eventually slamming into another object.
"MASON!" Harper exclaimed as David noticed a rumbling under him. He heard a loud crackling sound, followed by what sounded as if fire was being shot from a flamethrower, except on a much larger scale. Underneath him he could see windows suddenly burst, the glass raining down on any individuals below, and then fire spraying out of the open windows.
"Fuck!" David Mason exclaimed as the part of the building below him was struck by another missile, sending a rumbling up his level, sending him stumbling backwards when he attempted to stand. The corner of the roof began crumbling, falling down to the street below and sending up a large cloud of dust, taking out a street light as it went.
David scrambled backwards quickly, barely escaping the falling building. He reached back for Harper's hand, and it was there. Harper pulled the son of the 'Nam veteran to his feet and steadied him with a hand on his shoulder.
"You alright, Mason?" He asked.
David nodded, feeling as if he would begin to cry if he opened his mouth. He had joined the military for the "experience," not for the job of protecting the president. That was the third time in that day he'd faced death, and had survived. He felt his luck running low, and that he would sooner or later meet his demise in this city or somewhere else in the struggle for survival in the world.
"...6-1, Do you copy?" The radio crackled.
"Copy." Harper replied, crouching next to it.
"Fire for effect worked if we assume you're still alive and not fake. Can't tell one voice from another on these shit radios, but they're all we got." the voice crackled back, sounding as if it was far away now.
"We need Flock 2-1 to meet us at Exfil point Georgia. Be prepared for the P.O.T.U.S." Harper said, and then turned the radio off. There would be no need for it now, as they would be covering the P.O.T.U.S. to the exfil.
David nodded and looked across to the next building. He and Harper could easily make the jump, but first they'd need to clear the way for the P.O.T.U.S., the CLAW, the SSA men, and the military men down there.
"You ready for this, Mason?" Harper looked at him, holding up his Ballista.
"Let's go." David replied in a low voice, sprinting after Harper towards the edge of the building.
A/N: I know, short start, but this will be much longer in all the other chapters. The story will most likely not be using "Strike-force" options, as that would mean I would have to rewrite entire chapters several times for all the endings, which would probably result in confusion and many readers to quit reading. Review if you want, and check out Justified if you're more into historic fics.