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ColdestTouch
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I do not own any operators Rainbow Six characters in this story, I only own the OC
TARGET FILE
Name : Rylan Winters
Age : 29
Codename : Wraith
Utility : Specialized device integrated into his armor that disables cameras within a certain radius of him, it also blocks thermal signals, blocking any sort of heat sensors from detecting him.
Weight : 87kg
Height : 1.8m
Birth Location : [REDACTED]
[REDACTED, US]
0200 Hours
Caveira slowly creeped through the halls of the house. She kept her eyes and ears open, staying alert for the quietest sound or the slightest movement. The house was dark, and dead silent, but Caveira knew not to let her guard down, no matter how empty the house may seem.
She was here on a special assignment from Six herself. A mercenary calling himself 'Wraith' had been laying low after some nasty buisness with the white masks. Caveira had been tasked to bring him in, something about Six needing to talk with him. She wasnt quite sure why the director of Rainbow would want to meet up with a former affiliate of the white masks, but Caveira knew better than to ask questions about Sixes personal affairs.
His house was small, smaller than shed expected for a man who made so much money. She assumed it was some sort of front. If a man was making hundreds of thousands of dollars, why would he be living in this small little flat? Maybe she had this Wraith character all wrong.
Caveira had heard about him before. From the stories and rumors she had heard, the man was like a ghost. A highly skilled contract killer who had a reputation of not leaving any evidence behind. His hits were simple, efficient, and clean. The lifeless bodies of his targets would be found, but not a single thing would be out of place. He had never once been compromised while on the job, and he had never once been caught on camera, not so much as a frame. Caveira prided herself on her own stealth abilities. But to never once have been caught? Impressive to say the least.
Caveira quickly put those thoughts out of her mind as she heard the sound of footsteps and a door opening around the corner. She quickly knelt down and pressed herself against the wall. She drew her Luison with one hand and kept her other on the handle of her knife. She carefully peeked around the corner, keeping as low to ground as possible, and there she saw him.
He was standing out on the back porch of his house. He was casually dressed, black hoodie and sneakers with some loose fitting jeans. He was staring blankly out into the night sky, with the city over the horizon. The porch lights were dim so she couldnt quite make out what he was doing, but from where she was she could see that he was deep in thought. She saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He pulled one of the cigarettes out of the pack, putting it in his mouth before shoving the pack back into his pocket.
Wraith looked at the flip-lighter in his hand, sliding his thumb across the engravings on it. It belonged to his father, who gave it to him before he died. The engravings on it depicted a phoenix rising from the ashes. Wraith sat in one of the few chairs he had arranged on his porch as he grazed his finger along the steel surface of the lighter. He started to think about his father, how he used to sit on this very porch reminiscing about his adventures in the navy and his time as a PMC. Wraith would sit and listen to those stories for hours, laughing along with him as he told tales of pranks and jokes in his unit. Wraith could still hear the sound of his fathers when he closed his eyes.
Wraith was snapped out of his thoughts by sudden movement in the corner of his eye. He looked back through the door to his home where he saw the movement. There was nothing now, but he was fairly certain he saw a spot of white shifting around in the darkness. He kept his eyes on the door as he lit his cigarette before placing the lighter back into his pocket. He took a long drag, holding it in before letting it out slowly.
Wraith sat there watching that doorway for a few more minutes, before ruling it off as nothing. It was late, he was tired, and the cigarette wasnt doing much to calm his nerves. He had every right to be jumpy. Wraith turned away, taking another drag of his cigarette. Then he saw it again, a spot of white among the shadows, this time he was sure of it.
"I know you're there." He called out into the darkness.
There was no response, but he was certain there was someone watching him.
"Come on out. No use hiding." He said calmly, waiting for any sort of response.
This time there was one. In the form of a figure emerging from the shadows. Judging by the curves Wraith could tell it was a woman. From what he could see she was wearing face paint, in the form of a skull. He figured it was to look intimidating.
"Well hello there." He said cooly.
The woman continued to walk forward, until she was in the warm glow of the porch light. Wraith could now fully see the woman he was talking to. She was dressed in all black fatigues. The sleeves on her shirt were rolled up and she was wearing a beret with some sort of symbol on it. On her left sholder he could make out the letters BOPE.
'So shes brazilian' Wraith thought.
"You need to come with me. Now." She said sternly.
"And just why would I do that?" Wraith chuckled.
Her eyes narrowed at that. Wraith didnt know who this girl was, but he could tell that she didnt enjoy being scoffed at. Wraith wasnt the type to scare easily, but the intensity of the brazilian womans gaze made him uneasy.
Wraith watched as Caveira drew her knife from its sheath and spun it through her fingers before finally pointing it at him. It caught an ominous glint in the dim porch light, making her look all the more threatening.
"Listen asshole, my orders are to bring you in alive, and alive is a broad term." She said with a sinister grin. Wraith watched as the brazilian woman took a few more steps forwards. She stopped infront of him, still pointing the knife at his face.
"A man with no fingers can still be alive." She grinned, that eerie smile still plastered on her face.
Wraith looked at her, weighing his options. She had a knife on him at the moment, and he could see a gun on her hip. His weapons are in his room and she was blocking his only way back into the house. He could run, but he probably wouldnt get far. He could call for help, but there was no one around for miles. He took another puff of his cigarette, trying to think of a way to get out of this.
"Whats it gonna be amigos?" She asked, that sadistic smirk still planted on her face. Her knife was now dangerously close to his face.
"Well shit. I don't really have a choice now do I?" He asked with a smile, taking another puff.
"No. You dont." She answered taking a step back.
Wraith squinted his eyes, waiting to see what the strange woman was going to do next. Caveira drew her pistol before raising it above her head, getting ready to knock him over the head with it. Wraith took one last drag of his cigarette.
"Shit." He said softly, letting the smoke out.
Then her hand came down, and everything went black.
2 Hours Later
Wraith awoke to the familiar rumble of a car travelling on a gravel road. That and the throbbing pain in his skull. His hands were ziptied together, tight enough to break the skin on his wrists. His hands shot to his temple to find a deep cut and the sticky feeling of blood that had just started drying. He opened his eyes to see he was in the passenger seat of what he assumed was an suv. He turned his head to see who was driving, and his gaze was met by that of the brazilian woman from earlier. She simply stared at him, before turning her focus back to the road. Wraith took his time sitting up in his seat, His head throbbed every time he moved. Finally he managed to sit straight up in his seat, letting out a groan of pain.
Almost half an hour had passed before Wraith actually took a look at his surroundings. They were in the woods on a back trail. His house was surrounded by forest so determining how far they had traveled from his home would be impossible.
"So where are you taking me?" Wraith asked.
He was met with silence from the brazilian woman. She didnt so much as flinch. It was like she didnt even hear him.
"Youre a long way from Brazil." He said, hoping to elicit any response from the strange girl.
It didnt work. Wraith had to admire the level of focus the woman showed. Wraith stayed silent for a bit, dissapointed he couldnt trigger a response from her. Then a wicked smile formed across his face. One way or another, he would get her to react.
"You know its not everyday I have a girl like you in my house. Im sure we could have had a lot more fun if you hadn't-"
Wraith was cut off by the feeling of cold metal against his neck. In an instant she had drawn her knife and had it pressed hard against his throat. Wraiths body went tense, fully certain that she was going to kill him right then and there. Wraith took in a breath as he shifted his gaze from the razor sharp blade pressed to his throat, to his face-paint wearing captor.
She turned to look at him, her eyes boring holes through his skull. To Wraiths surprise, the car pulled over to the side of the road before slowing to a stop.
"Were here." She said. She and Wraith locked eyes, holding eachother in their gazes before Caviera slowly drew her knife back from his neck, leaving an angry red line in its wake. Wraith slowly let out the breath he had been holding in. He got a response out of her alright. Just not the one he had expected.
She got out of the car, closing the door behind her. Wraith watched her walk around to his side of the car. She stopped at the passenger side door and gave him another death glare before opening it.
"Get out." She ordered. Wraith did as she asked, stepping out of the car as she closed the door behind him.
Caveira pulled her Luison from its holster and pressed its barrel into Wraiths back.
"Walk." She ordered. Wraith did as he was asked. They walked through the woods, stepping of branches and debris as they went along.
It seemed like hours they had been walking to Wraith, before they finally reached a large clearing in the woods. In the middle of the clearing a large helicopter was parked with several soldiers surrounding it. Wraith guessed that they had been waiting for his and the brazilian womans arrival. Upon seeing their approach, two of the soldiers ran to Wraith and Grabbed him by each arm, practically dragging him along the ground. Wraith heard the brazilian woman barking orders at some of the other soldiers. They immediately went to open the doors to the helicopter and assist the others on loading Wraith into it.
The two soldiers escorting him dropped in one of the chairs and left to find seats of their own. The woman with the skull face-paint sat next to him, arms crossed across her chest. Wraith was about to ask her where they were going when a woman boarded the chopper and sat in the seat across from him. Wraith studied the new woman, intrigued by her. She wasnt a soldier, that much was evident, but she wasnt a civilian either. No, this was a woman of power. The way she carried herself, the way she was dressed, and if Wraith was being completely honest... she was intimidating.
"Hello Mr. Winters." Wraiths eyes widened at the use of his real name, he hadnt ever told anyone his real name. This woman was dangerous. "My name is Six. I believe you and me have some things to discuss."
