Message towards reader(s). The writing below is about a created Operator, known as Sift (as well with a few more). Individuals of Rainbow Six Siege will be introduced depending on the situation/placements (whom are involved with Sifts' whereabouts). (PS: If there are any issues, do please say. This is my second time writing a fan fiction.)
I
Operation Redbone
March 3. 2015
Cairo, Egypt
Sift had her chin placed above the thick layer of a black scarf which rested freely around her neck. Her head wasn't down because she took comfort of the pliable pelted material; no, her head was down only to adapt to nothing but the rapid wind that scratched along the moving vehicles metal. Despite gradually knowing only one figure in the SUV, there was no telling when Sift would talk, but, by the looks of how solidified her structure was formed; there was only one fact that read out without a second guess: Sift was not to be bothered. She was thinking as the ambient sounds that bounded beneath rubber wheels, or even the clicking of weapon mags and rifle exterior switches, had been quickly disorientated into reticent muffles. In replacement, there was only an image of a clear black void, and of course, sharing the exact similarity of an empty image- was silence, masking the entire situation in a soft click, which then turned into minor delicate clicks, bringing a frown to build above closed lids which conveyed only intelligence behind a strong frame. As the vehicle jolts to an disruptive stop, Sift re-adjusts her eyes to the real matter as they'd quickly dart to the stainless leather of her black military boots, returning the attention to the (Smith & Wesson .500) Revolver that was located in her right hand. The steel object raises a few measurements above her knee as she'd flick the cylinder in the center of the weapon, her gaze observant through the dark brown silken visors which blankly motioned to the sharp light that pointed copper like on the hammer. Flicking the cylinder back to place with an un-hesitant jerk to the left, Sift's focus goes to where the forced light came from, a brow raises above her left eye almost in annoyance as the muscles which writhed behind the firm light brown skin of her jaw would strain.
'Oh... Just admiring the weapon,' farced a low voice which came from lips that snared into a whimsy expression. Despite his eyes hidden behind black glass goggles, and the black helmet which hung above his scalp and down to the hills of his glasses, Sift could read he was clearly in a be-humored faze. He'd fold poorly strapped hands across his chest, letting out a low sigh as the vehicle resumed its way to their destination. Taking a leave, Sift looks back to her weapon in silence as she'd pull a relaxed hand across the shaved side that took quarter part of the right side of her scalp, she'd leave her hand there in concise duration before swaying her hand to the cartridge packs that clung to the P90 tactical vest.
'See you don't talk much,' started, the same voice again which came from the man with goggles.
Sift turns her head to him, then spoke with a succinct vibe, 'there is nothing to talk about.' Her tone was almost a bit too reserved, and careful did it go behind a low monotone voice. With that said, she'd turn back to her weapon.
She hears the man grunt beside her then, before a pat on something as he'd exclaim, 'fine. Suit yourself.'
There's a chuckle she had already known, of course, by how familiar and low it was. Her expression doesn't change when she looks to Dice, only to shake her head, then looks back to her weapon. Luckily, she hadn't needed to switch her gaze to the front since her head was originally pointed that way, reason being was because there was another sharp jolt which 'cause the driver to curse in a whole lot of English slang.
'Aye... what's this muppet on 'bout?' Bringing himself to the matter, a low London accented man who spoke through the muffled gas mask, which, was oddly clipped. The voice came from beside Dice as Dice would just blandly shrug without a care; for some reason, that brought the man beside Dice into a little pickle.
The man stands, his gears clicked when he stood, then with each stomp, accompanied the sound of thick soles, rapple hook clicks and the attachment which sat on his Tactical vest. Of course, thought Sift as she'd study his height with a careful gaze from her non-existent vision: that five foot tall and eight inched man was and is, Smoke... or, James Porter.
He stood near the more, burly figured S.A.S member who's shoulders stretched quite extensively. He said nothing either, and gazed at nothing. What made the man intriguing was not only the broad stature and height of his character- but the simple fact that the man bore a rather... impractical tool on his back, thus, bringing his alias as "Sledge". Sift wasn't the type to file drive over folk, mainly were it to be the hostiles she'd have to work on excessive research, however, no scribes on people she would work with.
Sift had raised her left hand into her left, palm steady against the thick bones of her knuckles as she'd press profoundly. Casting a gaze to a none existent area (which would be only but the steel ground), Sift began perceiving the incandescence climate, which brought her into a mental argument about how she disliked the humid change.
'So... Us, working with the Black Ops, eh?' Coughed, than brought into a started topic; Smoke, through the sound of grinning lips than a inflexible carp.
Sifts head raises to the statement/perhaps rhetorical inquiry. Observent gaze passing towards Smoke as she'd reply, 'yes. Odd. But... Knowing the case,' her gaze switched to the front as she'd continue, 'it would get the job done.'
Strained stillness overcomes the vehicle again as Smoke sets himself down opposite of her position. 'So this... Operation Redbone, is it?' a pause to let out a low presumptuous chuckle, he'd let a finger slide along an orange pellet that clung to the bicep of his gear, 'my toxic babes will get it done in no time, don't you all need to worry...'
Sift hadn't said a thing as she heard the man with the black goggles let out a false regurgitated noise.
'Oh, of course... little lad Chandar will be joinin' us shortly, as well with the man himself whose probably seen all World Wars... Maybe Hitler,' tantalized Smoke as he'd sound as if he was grinning the whole time he spoke.
'Whoa whoa, easy there! That "little lad Chandar" is taller than you are, Smokey."
Smokes' head hadn't flicked so fast when his attention was completely passed onto the man in goggles, who, would now be flicking a youthful tool between damaged fingers. 'Easy there, Trace,' started Smoke as he'd raise a pointed finger past Thermite and only to direct the area of his helmet, 'you best keep that head beneath the bucket of yours, eh dove. Just 'cause we need you for the big walls won't be meanin' we're on good ties-'
'What's the use of the big man back there then?' Thermite challenged, glancing to no doubt who he was talking about.
'Aye, lad. We work as a team, and the operation can be done in no time. You won't be needing to see much of Caber.' Spoke, from the hollows which somehow gradually seemed more undoubtedly clear than Smokes voice, Sledge who would place a hand onto his knee guard.
'Oh yeah? What's the game plan exactly, "team"?' Thermite asked, looking to most of them. But, inheriting the look, he'd turn to Sift.
'Practically; it would be getting the hostage, wouldn't it?' Dice would call out, clicking down the microphone which now spaced near his chin.
'No,' Sift said together alongside Sledge as they both glanced to Dice. Sifts' face almost froze as she'd look to Sledge in silence, then continued, 'Ridley-'
'Spoke about this during the conduction.' he'd finish, looking to Sift as they'd exchange glances.
Sift turns to Dice, then Thermite as she'd make the sound of clearing her throat, her jaw muscles tense then said. 'Operation Red Bone: During Opfor's recall intel, Hasim Saab, also known as: Arch, was found refining B3 and either F1 or F3, however, in the Cairo "Archives", located in Wadi Natrun. Main Distress Recall was found... West, of Gezreit Badran. We'll be grouping with the remaining S.A.S members,' she saw Smoke nod cockily as he'd stroll infront of both Dice and Thermite rudely as he'd then pull a hand onto the rapple above.
'We'll be assisted by Batalion, or as you all know, Major Debois. Basically, we'll scan X Y form in the basis of Wadi Natrun's marketing. Knowing that he's planted a hostile and no doubt, youthful hazardous substence- but, be well aware. That is why Smoke is here,' Sift would continue, re-running her talk as she'd look to Smoke then Thermite, 'We know, well... what I know but what you all probably now know, is that Smoke here: One of the former experts of un-proffesional toxins based into non explosive materials-'
'Gas, my beauty. They're called gas.'
'Yes,' Sift re-collects as she'd clap her hands together. 'Gas. As you know. Judging by how Porter knows gas like they're his own kids, it'd be simple letting you do your works and collect the subject, extract it safely without any damages.'
'Which are, of course... Radiation, guys and gal, and possibly, self poisoning,' Smoke says through a grinning expression as he'd announce a proud cough to show off his preening self.
'So. Basically, Smoke is our golden man of the Operation. But, be aware, no doubt they have guns doubled based on how Arch wants the casualties to stir up for the Prime.' She'd re-assure, then looked to Dice as he'd say, 'So... we protect this douche bag? Without-'
'Oi, the hell was that?' Smoke turned his head from his shoulder as he'd look directly to Dice.
'You can get there yourself, since you think it's so easy.'
'Easy? When did I say it was easy till now? You don't like me, do yah?'
'No. You're a fuc-'
'Oi. That's enough nonsence. Dice, clear the fossils, and Smoke: tread lightly with the Z8. We need to get this done and dusted in under four hours. That's the longest suggested.'
'So it's best we work as a bloody team. It's going to be a tough operation. Classified: Operation Red bone. You all should know why.'
Thermite grins, shaking his head as he'd look to his vest, 'Yeah. I'm ready as fuck, squad.'
Sift stayed silent as she'd look to both Dice and Smoke. Dice would grunt, dismissing Smokes quarter as he stands and sits beside Sift.
'Once we meet Major Debois. We initiaze a legitimate call-'
'Easy. My chest candies could be galoping in the sunset after this operation.'
'If your bucket can take all the bullets. You look almost fugazi everytime you finish a little Op.'
'Beats being the latrine queen, Trace. I better see your ass protecting me, 'cause I'm the golden boy now.'
'Duct tape is silver,' Thermite says, looking to Smoke as he'd fold his arms across his chest. 'Don't worry though. We'll cover your six overall.'
Sift would be looking to the front, knowing who ever grouped up two joking fools, was clearly a mistake.
'Don't steal all that oxygen, you might need it for breathin'.' Smoke says.
'ETA to Squad Coal.' A male voice called from the talker, Sift lifts her thumb along the button which ran down the left side of the object. Then raised it to her ear piece, 'this is Sift to ETA. We hear you loud and clear. What's your dispatch?'
'Copper down low. There's a possibilty your tail is being centied with un-identified vehicles.'
Sift frowns, raising a left brow as she'd stand, 'Wilco... Was this reported as soon as ID?'
'Forty seconds. Vehicles look streamed... copied, Cairo Police.'
Sift was silent for a bit as she looked to the rest, then looked to the back. 'Copy that, how many klicks are we from Rendevous?'
'One-hundred and five klicks, Sift. The vehicles haven't stopped, yet. However, code blue would be best advised. They seem to be spread.'
'Spread?' Sledge brings himself into the call as he'd look to Sift, 'are there any mishapen codes in the COMM?'
'We hear you, 'Cpt'. No reds.'
Sledge punches the back of the drivers guard. They wait till they hear a silent mutter, then a response which gradually knotted out in english, 'What is it?'
'Do you own any electronics?'
'Electron-ics? No?'
'Phones. Are anything on? Is your-'
The vehicle jolts to an immidiate holt, Sift looks to Sledge, then to where the driver would be. 'Son of a gun. I reckon he had a phone on... or a talker.'
'OPFOR: Protocol Zodiac is almost online. What's your post, Coal?'
''We're stuck. Bloody vans stopped. Aye, ETA- member us.'
'ETA? We need visual on the vehicles which were presumably tailing-'
'This is ETA 3.2. Coal Squad blocked. Vehicle is not moving, over.'
'Copy. ETA 1.8 to ETA, PT.'
'ETA to ETA 1.8. Negative. Full scope. Re-visualize vehicle from pan.'
'Copy that. ETA 3.2 to Dice. Fossil the vehicle. Use 98.01. -09.'
Dice holds down the ear piece, then nods silently. He'd pull out a black minor clamshell, scanned a finger down the screen as he'd tap in the codes quickly. 'Dice to ETA.00. Do you read, over?'
'00. We read you. What's your status?'
'I'm sensing zoomies on our ass, 20 klicks from Coal PT. Re-visualizing vehicle...' Dice fell silent as Smoke would lean on the back side of the vehicle, tapping a boot on the metal plate as he'd watch Dice's expression change quickly.
'Fuck... Fucking what?...'
Sift looks to him as Dice would rear the screen to her. She saw why he had reacted that way, she'd click on the device, 'Sift to ETA/OPFOR. Driver is KIA. I repeat. Driver is KIA. What's the move?'
'I say fuck this shit and let's move outta here. I can move my beauties alongside the other beauty in this car.' Smoke seemed calm as usual as he'd look to the black pellet, flicking it out as he'd eye it. Thermite seemed more uncomfortable with Smoke than the simple fact that the driver was gunned clean. There was a grunting noise coming from Smoke as he'd rub a thumb along the steel compound. 'Mmmm... Don't you love it when I make you shiver...'
'Smoke... not now.' Sledge says, eyeing him.
During that time, Sift was speaking to the ETA and OPFOR, figuring what their post was. 'How many vehicles are in the area, over?' Sift would look to Dice, swipe the mic from her mouth as she'd say, 'could you X-RAY the post?'
'That could be risky, R-Sift... Either hacking into their coms... I ain't sure if Velo would go that far.'
'They could surround while I throw my nests, don't you think?' requested, no doubt, Smoke who would look to the two.
'Negative, Smoke. Their are civils still in station. Whats the radius of the Z8?'
'Boosted? 15 meters. Filthy casual? 5 meter radius.'
'We could either simply wait, or bust 'em with surprise as soon as we understand how much tangos we got on our sixes. Using my BC-3 Exo Charge would be the biggest surprise they'll get than finding out people stealing their damn tombs and shit.' Thermite said, grinning as he'd fix through his bag.
'Dice. You're going to have to risk it, lad,' Sledge spoke, turning to Dice as he'd look to Sift, 'are your nades working?'
'Clear as day,' Sift replied. 'Either, we risk Dice's Velo, or- we use the device the driver had.'
'No. That would be risky for you to grab it,' Sledge would sway a hand down his mask as he'd look to Dice. 'Take Velo into hostile comms.'
Dice looked agitated as he'd look to his clamshell, then ran a finger down the left side of it.
'Their code might be .CP1198.5.56.' Sift spoke lowly before un-clipping a round device from her right thigh. She'd plant it onto the wall, rotating a lever as Thermite would ask, 'what is that?'
'Mute charge, incase for your Exo Charge.'
'Ah... Right. What exactly does that do?' Thermite would tilt his head, un-raveling the leaflets of the breach charge.
'It's a mute charge, you muppet. You know what you're doin' yeah?'
'Assuringly. The gas masks are all prepped are they?'
'You're not thinking that, are you, lass?' Sledge looked to her as Dice was rapidly tapping on the disc.
'We don't want helos coming to collect eyes. It will compromise our approach, but judging that is we're nearing the area-'
'Alright. Dice. Eyes?'
'Afirmitive. We got... shit. You guys gotta look at this.'
Sift and Sledge stood on his side, looking down to the comm. Sledge raised a brow, looking to Thermite. 'Ready up in 10 seconds. Gear in 30. Smoke, secure the nests.'
'Understood.'
'My Mute charge at the ready. As soon as they near, once the charge is done, that's when it's done. But. We'll be muffled for a solid 15 seconds. Take 'em out in under seven seconds. Understood?'
'Shit. That's a lot to ask for,' Mute spoke as he'd clip up his weapon.
'Dice. How many?'
'Twenty... fuck.'
Thermite clipped his charge to the wall with a silent tick as he then turns, detatches the upper attatchment of the mask, and props the filter catrige canister around his mouth. He'd flash a thumbs up to the crew before raising a 556xi to the shoulder of his right arm. 'These bitches ain't gonna know what's hittin' 'em.'
Dice pulled on a gas mask, flattening the straps as Sift propped the mask onto her head. Sift leans the AP4 LR-308 against her right arm, propping it briefly as she'd extend out the detonator.
'Dice. Say when they're 3 meters of our vehicle.'
Dice pulls up the Galil with one hand as he'd nod, looking to his screen.
'Create a diversion. You might wanna use Velo to burn their comms to make 'em unsure. Fuzz around with it as soon as the mute charge goes down incase they got other folk onboard.'
'Alright. They're approaching...' he starts. It took three seconds till Dice finally announced in a hushed whisper: 'Now!'
With the order put, Sifts thumb presses down to the button, detonating a massive wave of silent. It came through almost as if a rush of cysmatic energy pushed against the skin of the crew. They couldn't feel a thing, but they knew everything was dead silent. Thermites charge began ripping out magnificent golden embers infused with orange along the grating side that now grew into a rough outlined rectangle. When the fuse went out. Thermite leaned into the sights of his weapon, a grin splayed.
In a quick second, the steel doors went soaring across the covers, crashing into a few tangos. The vivid light was making it somehow deter to understand the environment. 1 second flew past as a bullet from the awaiting nozzle of Sifts AP4 danced through the silence and into two skulls. Blood flew from the opposite as the bullet dented into the third vehicle. A Z8 goes flying through the floor, sliding along the concrete as it's orange fumes greet the air and five men behind a vehicle with a hazardous apprehension. Despite their coughing, it hadn't been heard amongst any signal due to the mute charge, they'd been covering their mouths, waving fragile hands till they'd drop to a sickening pile of unblemished red blood.
In seven seconds, both Thermite and Sledge hadn't even shot, including Dice. Only Smoke killed five then as he'd lower the weapon, Sledge stepping before him as he'd lower himself from the vehicle in a perfunctory order. Dice would swipe his finger to the horizontal right, frowning softly as the final eight seconds left.
Sift was glancing to her weapon, swaying out her clip and replacing it with a new one. 'ETA, tangos down.' she'd say, raising two fingers to the ear piece. She'd wait till they exited the vehicle, before finally moving out. Hearing the ETA respond with a blank, 'good work. Now procede to rendevous.'
'Understood. Sift out.' She'd move her hand down, then looked to the squad. 'How's the hostile COMMS looking, Dice?'
'They... look better than this I guess.'
'Ambient repeat?'
'Yeah. Voice cloned and responding well. They could catch on.'
''Course. We're mucking with their Arch anyway. But I say it gives us a solid twenty-five head start.'
'You know. You saved me from the clips,' Thermite says to Sift, raising his weapon as he'd remove the filter from his mouth.
'Oh. Ah, right. Good way, is it?' Sift looked to Thermite as he'd nod, then rubbed at the left glass of his goggles, 'I'm jealous at that shit you did. You're quick, ma'am.'
Sift would smile softly, then nodded, 'I s'ppose so. We should be on the move.'
'I kind of wanted to practice bullet farming,' Smoke said, elbowing Sledge slightly as he'd nod a head to Sift.
'The things a woman like that can get from me, aye? Like, I got good beauties here, but-'
'Aye. That's enough, Porter. Let's go.' Sledge looks up from Smoke as he'd stand beside Sledge who would be lowered, checking the tags of the dead bogeys.
'Good shooting back there,' he'd say, then raised a brow resolutely. 'We should get moving.'
'Oh yes. Right you are,' she'd say, standing without acknowledging where she'd be before bumping a left arm against the right of his torso; might have she elbowed near his stomach in an almost hefty way.
He hadn't moved by the move as she'd step forward, turning to him quickly with a perturbed confounded look on her light brown face. 'Ah, shoot. Sorry. Are you uh, alright?' By the looks of it, Sifts eyes paced strangely around as they'd gather his subdued lapis tinted pupils which were constructed into a calm construct. 'It's alright, lass,' he said assuringly before looking to his side arm. 'I was, in your way.'
'Nah, it's my bad. We should, as you said-'
'Be off.' He'd finish, then tilted his head to where Smoke stood.
'East of our position is a few bad rogers. We get to Wendy quick.'
'Wendy?' asked Sift who'd click her neck in a quick shift.
'Our task?'
'Ah. Wadi. Wadi Natrun,' Sift corrected as she'd balance the onyx varnished AP4 onto her left shoulder.
'Let's move,' Sledge ordered, stepping forward as he'd look down to the straps of his gauntlet. 'Dice. What does Velo read?'
Dice looks up from Thermites waddling mouth and turns his attention to Sledge, 'I'd say... 50 klicks north point is where we tread. Stay clear of the East, just what Smoke had said.'
'Anything else?'
'Negative.'
'Time is nearing night...Shoot,' Sift would look to her vest, then notices the night vision graphic.
'Alright. Let's not waste the light. Smoke, keep close. Thermite, cover our six. Dice will be our eyes till Sift goes to clearance bay. Keep eyes on towers, stood?'
'Understood.' Sift says, nodding as they'd re- position themselves.
'We're Oscar Mike! Hoah,' Thermite had called, grinning before punching down the left breast of his vest.
'Oscar Mike,' repeated Smoke, resurfacing a pellet onto his vest.
The sky begun to turn to a mixture of peach and silken scarlet, Sift was hoping the sky won't be the devil of Operation Red Bone.