A year has passed since members of the Ghost Shadow project stopped a deadly virus known as the Red Lazarus from being unleashed. Most of the world were unaware of this event but for those invloved was an eye opening experience as any terrorist organization or rouge government can challange order and shift the balance towards chaos. Now a new threat appears and it will take a new team of unlikely heroes to stop this threat... this is their story.
Wednesday, November 7th
Northen Morocco
11:23 pm.
On the endless dunes of the Moroccan desert lies a downed military plane, most of the crew were injured from the crash landing caused by an unknown mechanical failure. The pilot looked at the window and the only thing he was able to see was full moon shining on the desert dunes.
"Mayday... Mayday... this is Desert Hawk, we just crash landed and we need evac... over" said the pilot.
The second pilot looked at only functioning screen, it displayed a map. There was nothing on the vicinity, in other words there was no civilazation near by.
"Roger that, Desert Hawk. We've dispached a search and rescue team to your location"
The pilot leaned back on his seat while the second officer walked towards the cargo area to see if the rest of the crew were ok. They transported important cargo.
"What a day" said the pilot as he lit up a cigar, he closed his eyes after taking the first puff. It was mainly luck that allowed to land on the desert, most crashed ended with everyone burning in flames. From the distance, a helicopter could be heard along with loud all terrain vehicles.
"That was fast... there's no NATO bases nearby" said the pilot.
A HIND D Russian gunship hovered above the downed plane with it's search light pointing at it. Three all terrain trucks with .50 cal guns on the back strategically parked around the plane.
"What's going on?" the pilot thought, he had a bad feeling about the situation.
The second pilot ran back to the cockpit "We gotta get out of here!"
Suddenly gunfire filled the plane along with the screams that belonged to the crew. The first pilot grabbed his gun and smashed the window and looked at the second officer.
"Jump" the pilot ordered, the latter complied. However, he was gunned down as soon as he touched the ground. The pilot horrified, tried to shoot but couldn't see anyone except for the second officer on the sand lying dead.
"It's useless... the plane is under our control now" said a masked man.
"You animals..." the pilot fearfully looked at the masked man as he pointed his side arm.
"I wouldnt't do that if I were you" said the masked man.
Another operative, a female wearing a mask as well pointed her assault rifle at the pilot.
"You won't get away with this" the pilot taunted.
The masked man shook his head "Don't worry, your cargo will be safe with us. I relieve you of your duty"
The female operative shot the pilot in the head. The male operative removed his mask and it was none other than Jae Kwan, the former North Korean colonel that was believed to have died a year ago. He had a scar on his right eye as a reminder of his loss.
"NATO pilots... such an annoyance" Jae Kwan said as he left the cockpit.
The dark clad operatives attached a crate to the HIND hovering above them and without a trace... they disappeared into the cover of darkness...
The Junkie's notes: Here's a new story... and Jae Kwan is back.. muahhahahahaha! I brought him back and he'll play a pivotal role, not just as an antagonist. I've recieved a lot of private messages asking for this story so I hope you all enjoy it. For those new this is my fourth NFS fan fiction so here's the chronological order: NFS Fast Lane, NFS Undercover Chronicles, NFS Project Ghost Shadow and this story. One Love!