Autumn of 2015.
The Caribbean, Citadel Hyperion.
6:10 PM.
There was a general belief that the cartels always wanted a country to be their workforce, known as a narco-state. The afflicted country would only serve for criminals and terrorists for years. Other countries would scorn them because of their influence on the criminal populace. There's also bloody conflicts that scar the landscape as the last remaining resistance of honest law enforcement officers that attempted to save their culture from being overrun by these organizations.
For the cartels. All they ever wanted is to be kings, one way or another. That coca leaf is the only thing that can ascend them to the highest and wealthiest places that they can think of. The strongest of them have the tools and weapons to be a drug fueled war machine. They don't care about the risks, they just want to be on that throne of might and power.
Except... There's always that one person who stood in their way to stop these people. That person did everything at their disposal to personally dismantle and destroy them all.
Simply put. This person was Kayrin Crawford, a Commander of Citadel Hyperion, the Bahamas Defense Force and its Special Operations Task Force unit. She was one of the leaders within the Bahamian Navy, and one of the youngest Commanding Officers in history, only being 29 years old and adding the fact that the person is a female. But one of the most brilliant soldiers in the Caribbean.
Within these two years, these simple and peaceful islands will be tested against an feared, well respected, but unknown foe. Kayrin will be the one who will experience the most resistance from the ones who threatens all of the Caribbean.
"Good evening. Madame Crawford." One of the technicians politely greeted her. She always had hair in a shade of red, and she was a brilliant yet wrathful and highly respected Commander. She wore a combat uniform in UCP camouflage, and was adorned in metals of valor, honor and glory. A blue beret was worn over her hair.
"Thank you." She replied. Then went on to say another sentence. "Stand up, let's review this year's performance."
"Sure. Jamaica is still bogged down from a major hurricane, everything is still messed up down there. Good news is that the cops and the SOTF are cleaning up those looters, won't be for long before things are back in order." Another one of the persons responsible for operations gave a random piece of information. Not so important as the others, but it is something to look into.
"Well. I mean, it's good that we're cleaning house down there, but do you have anything here?" She knew that was helpful, but there must be more to report.
"On the brightest side. We finally caught the Northshire Mafia red-handed." An Intelligence Specialist commented that the local Bahamian Mafia leader was finally caught. After almost ten years of being on the run.
"Really?" Besides that comment she heard from the other guy, this made her day better.
"Of course. Both the DA from the US and our court found him guilty of all the charges that was brought up against him. He's locked up for good this time, and there was a bunch of civilians trying to get to him, probably thinking of ripping his head off after that terrorist attack three years ago." He gave an file from both the DA and the Bahamian courts, which placed this mafia leader for life in prison. All from extorting money from every school and business, causing massive gang wars that killed almost 200 people in about three years, and a terrorist attack that not only killed a Yakuza lieutenant, but others that wasn't the intended target.
"Perfect, that was actually relief for not only me but the others on the streets. I knew that 210 million dollars would work since 2012, but I have to thank you all for this progress, and for taking the lead against our enemies. Although this base isn't exactly completed yet." Kayrin was all too glad that this was worth the trouble to put up a solid naval force and a base of operations. The funding was cash-strapped, but she still made it work regardless of the situation.
"So. What about next year?" Someone else asked, at the same time, the systems mysteriously went offline.
"The hell?" Kayrin noticed that the computer monitors had frozen up, then emitted static and with a glitched screen altogether.
"Nothing's working, and I can't even reboot this thing." Someone tried to restart, but wasn't able to go through. From what it looks like, it was some sort of virus. But it wasn't possible to hack into a military system and caused the controls to be unresponsive.
Then the power was shut off. It was a safety measure within Hyperion's electrical and server structure, that if there's any anomaly detected in the systems, the base would cut all power sources off and shuts down all server functions to prevent any data leaks to unknown sources. The virus was only active for 25 seconds before the power was interrupted.
"What the blue hell was that?!" An IT specialist was all too shocked that a virus was able to get into the network, but at least it didn't do any damages.
"Did anyone just honestly mess around with the network settings?" Someone else asked that if anyone messed with the network. Because if this was a common virus, this was a breach in not only the military network, but the entirety of the government would be compromised. With that sentence, everyone started to argue with each other in the dark.
"If you guys can stow this bullshit, do it quickly, or someone's going to confess and pay the price." Kayrin's only warning actually made them completely stop yelling, and created silence along them. She was known to punish any corrupt individuals that wanted to sabotage the country's well being, and she found them very fast and made them pay the price of being a traitor.
"Alright. We'll be on it, problem is, we have to wait for the power to come back before investigating any weak points. Which may take hours." An engineer spoke out as he checked the power boxes in the room.
Kayrin understood this and said goodbye as she left the room. The Commander remained in the base's main building, awaiting until the power came back on.
November 11, the next day.
8:30 AM.
After falling asleep at midnight, Kayrin returned down to the Ops Center. At least the power was back on and with no leaks present on social media. Except that same virus did more than annoy Kayrin.
"What's going on?" Kayrin noticed that the TV was turned on, it was on a morning news station in the US. Then the crew scattered all over the room, trying to calm the others down.
They were saying that both the Federal agencies and the Department of Defense had suffered the same type of virus that infected Hyperion. Except that the virus had caused damages that targeted the records and activities in the Caribbean. No one from either federal or military is able to track what's going on in the Caribbean. Along with CARICOM. Not even the island countries can see what's going on.
The other news, from Britain. Shows that the MI-6 had also lost all track of activities in that region. As well as European Union being unable to keep track on island territories belonging to British, French or Dutch countries, no one from the US or Europe can track the Caribbean, except the Bahamas. This attack was no accident, all intentional.
The next second, a phone was ringing. She went up to it and the contact list was someone from the US Special Operations Command, then there was calls pending from the British MI-6. It was very strange and disturbing. What happened in the last few hours?
"Alright. Who's on this line?" Kayrin knew someone from the Pentagon would call her, being the only country that can still visibly see crime statistics from other islands outside the Bahamas.
"Good morning, Madam Crawford. This is Albert DeMarco, one of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Don't be alarmed, this call can't be traced at all here." The person who called was Albert DeMarco. One of Kayrin's contacts that helped her on the Iron Crucible project, about five years ago.
"Oh. It's good to see you. Sounds like the DOD is deep waters, and you guys got hacked the same way that Hyperion did." She casually speaks, but is aware of the gravity of the situation. But Albert doesn't believe it.
"I'm pretty sure you know, but this isn't a joke. We've lost the entire track of Central America. Every network under federal and military branches is offline. My office is in a frenzy and I'm just as bogged down with the public on this matter. Langley and the White House were trying to find answers and the Bahamian Navy can still track other CARICOM countries. The CIA wants answers from you, and I happen to be calling from Headquarters." He wanted answers for the CIA to investigate into the matter.
"As much as I want, we're trying to look for answers as well. We just went down thanks to the virus, but thanks to Hyperion's safety measures in the electrical and network systems. We rebooted hours ago, and I'm still on the clock to find the suspects." Crawford was also blind in the fact that no one took responsibility for the cyber attack.
"No... You mean that you're in the same situation in finding that target as much as we are." Albert spoke.
"We are in the blind as to who that target is, but I can still inform the others clearly." Kayrin replied.
"Then. I think the rest of the Pentagon have a common enemy as you do." He continues to give Commander Crawford one of the rumors she had spread around.
"Wait, you mean the existence of the Mocoa Cartel, and those Mobians behind the organization?" Crawford knows that the Pentagon has now taken in a factor that the Mocoa Cartel, an organization that is mostly Mobians and located in Colombia. Which are strange animals that act in human-like behavior and can stand on two feet like one. They even wear clothes.
"If they're advanced enough to cripple the communications to CARICOM as well as blinding the MI-6. Then there's no one else that we can answer. But why disable all communications to and from the Caribbean? That may be the only answer we know." He continued.
"They're a cartel, they don't need or want an end goal. It's just for the betterment of their business." She believes that they wanted to improve their business to flow freely without opposition.
"So... I'll come back to determine the best course of action. Plus, there's a press conference in the White House along the Joint Chiefs. MI-6 needs some answers as well." He quickly spoke, then he hung up and left.
As Albert and the Joint Chiefs of Staff tried to soothe the panic along the White House officials and the American public over this sudden spark of chaos. Commander Crawford spoke with the upper echelons of MI-6. Giving the same answers to the officials. The Mocoa Cartel being one of the groups responsible for this. So far, no one else came to the conclusion that the Cartel was responsible.
The result was that the UK, the Bahamas and the US targeted various hacker groups. Hoping to find the one responsible, but instead. The true target escaped into the shadows for two years, thanks to political interference. They ran around in a circle, and even forgot to restore the network integrity. Thanks to pointless political games, it left them open for an attack, not only one, but two at the same time.
Two Years Later, April 3'rd.
9:30 PM.
In 2017. The same victims in 2015's cyber attack had suffered the same case. The Bahamas wasn't affected once again, and the US and UK were hit with a worse version of the virus at New Year's day. The virus originally took ten weeks to recover about two years ago, then this time. The virus is still present in their systems with no way to remove it. They can't see anything in Central America as of this month. Nor can countries in that region communicate properly.
To add salt on an open wound, a Colonel that was under US Special Operations Command had flown to the Bahamas in response to an attack on one of the major DEA office buildings in US soil. Then one of the Commanders of the British SAS was already here to discuss the evidence about an raid on the British embassy in Jamaica. This time, the Pentagon and the British military decided that the meeting wasn't of petty political talks, but of the great concern of national security of both nations and the Caribbean. There was also the local police chiefs that took part of this meeting, this was kept under the radar from public eyes until further notice.
"Is that everyone here?" Kayrin asked for everyone's attention. They were all here, so she opened a very large monitor that everyone could see. The details of each attack came up on screen.
With that, she began to explain on what happened with these attacks. Along with the SAS Commander and the Colonel. There was also soldiers within this room.
"At 12 noon yesterday, exactly at the DEA's Atlanta Office. The explosives used in the attack were all high explosive, bunker-destroying warheads from various rocket launchers and was wired with a detonation device to trigger the explosives and destroy the entire entrance of the office. Witnesses had managed to spot a burnt body in the middle of the fire, and his phone was burnt and assumed destroyed upon detonation." An Delta operative explained the first sideshow. Which had an entire entrance of the office destroyed in a massive blast in a delivery truck. From top to bottom, the building had it's front collapsed, revealing the walls inside. Killing 32 people in the process.
"Good, but did the FBI found anything in his home? Like any contacts that may be associated with Mocoa Cartel?" Kayrin asked.
"We did find a laptop, but it was destroyed to bury the evidence. Only the hard drive remained intact because he didn't break it properly, but we can't access the contents of the device. Even today we still can't get in." He explains that this sole piece of evidence can't be accessed.
"Not really, but we need to look at the burnt clothing that was recovered. On closer inspection, it may be the Mocoa Cartel, because of silver clothing and that type of military-grade body armor, that doesn't look like its created from any arms company. It's more likely their handy work." Kayrin can also recognize the armor, standard issue but is not created by any legal arms company. Any bootleg armor would have inferior qualities, but this is high grade, and self-crafted. All created by them.
"Come to think about it... You may be right. ATF and ISA has contacted local gun shops and companies, and no one commented that this armor belonged to the company. Even the illegal mercenaries on the Deep Web can't create something at this high quality. Then again, someone from another group may had stolen the gear and executed the attack. So that point what the Commander spoke about is very true." He'd agreed to Kayrin's theory. Although there are some factors that may render the Mocoa Cartel not involved in this, but there's the armor and the grade of explosives that was enough to destroy the entrance.
"That's one point down, we move to the next incident what happened down at Jamaica." She was finished with this page of the slideshow. Then the picture of the interior of the British embassy raid in Jamaica came into view.
"What we got from this shot. One of the gangs raided the embassy with nearly forty hostiles, half were Mobians and the other just being humans. They don't have any advanced body armor, but this time. High grade Russian weapons that came from Spetsnaz forces, optics and all the upgrades. But there was the same type of virus that they used to hack into the embassy's security. It disabled the alarms and allowed them to enter in without much opposition." Kayrin assessed the photo. But the SAS Commander had already noticed her hand, it was pointed at a Mobian that was basically a hawk, a strangely green colored one.
"Who's that guy you're pointing to?" Another Delta operative pointed at the hawk.
"I believe that's the leading gangster in charge of the raid. The SOTF's intelligence specialists believes that this suspect is named as Jet. No real name, but he's rumored to have came from a lowly LA gang. I don't know why he managed to gain this much power in Jamaica so quickly, and this embassy raid was risky for Jet, considering the fact that he was on-site himself. He may be working for the Cartel, but not yet proven." Crawford knew this same Mobian, being from a lowly LA gang, now he's running a newly created gang that became the public's main enemy in the process of recovering from the recent major hurricane.
"Still. I'd have to think on why he got Russian Spec-Ops gear to begin with. It may be Cartel or something else altogether." An MI-6 analyst commented on how a gang leader would acquire Russian military hardware, even if he was the leader of the biggest gang present in Kingston and in other Jamaican towns. This grade of hardware would be ruinously expensive.
"None the less, we got two direct threats that pulled us into these investigations. Once we can identify the key players in these attacks, the better the chances we have to figuring out the best way to prevent and eliminate the Mocoa Cartel if they're involved. But... Is there any questions you may want to ask?" Kayrin asked the persons present in the meeting.
"You brought us in the meeting. Is there anything we can do?" One of the local police chiefs asked.
"If there's any SWAT-based units, they can run as backup for our squads. But so far, you can stay behind to hunt down any sicario spies that hide in Nassau. You have the FBI at your disposal if you need it." She replied.
"Then again, doesn't the DEA usually handle these cases?" An veteran SOTF operative asked as well.
"From that scene in Atlanta. There's a belief that the CIA knows of a hundred crooked DEA special agents working for the Mocoa Cartel in Atlanta's division, and when another division of the agents tried to expose them, they were attacked in Atlanta in an attempt to bury the evidence. At this time, the DEA in Central America is deactivated until further notice.
"At this time. The only person we're now gunning for is Jet, being the only person who can lead to the cartel. Problem is, we still can't find that son of a bitch. Despite being a lowly gang-banger at large. We don't need the SFOD-D for this job, the Army would just clean up the matter, and we'll be done with it." When the Colonel finally gets the chance to speak up about this situation. Something else popped up on screen.
"I'm pretty sure the cartel has even some of the Army's soldiers on its payroll. If they tried to harm the Cartel
"Hold on. The ISA just send something to us. Let me open it." When Crawford opened the file. There was finally hope and a clear target.
(The intel that we've recovered from the drive has concluded that a major lieutenant within the Mocoa Cartel has defected. The target is Miles "Tails" Prowder, an Mobian who was also responsible for the cyber attacks from two years ago and of New Year's Day)
(Recently. He wanted to defect due to the fact that he couldn't handle being within a murderous organization, and he wanted out for years. He recruited Jet, knowing that his gang-style attitude would stir up trouble in the cartel. In this result. Miles had brought him Russian military spec-weapons to give him a false sense of power, then he asked Scourge to send him to Jamaica while the country was recovering from the major hurricanes of 2015 and 2017. Jet's own power had made him capable to run Jamaica's new gang, and was successful in gathering momentum)
(Miles had used Jet to loot the embassy staff and ambassadors from the UK. But it was a trick, because there wasn't anyone present at the time of the raid. The police and British soldiers had already targeted Jet for the raid and partially revealed the cartel's structure. He was about to plan for the next attack, but he couldn't handle the stress of killing anyone with the explosives. Jet's friend had took responsibility in bombing the DEA building and killing the special agents who were responsible for supporting the cartel. In simple terms, Miles's goals were to also dismantle the cartel as well. He caused SOCOM to come after Jet in hopes of finding out the rest of the lieutenants)
(As of 1900 hours. Miles's location remains unknown, but the SIGNIT experts had managed to track the signal to Jamaica. We've suspected that Polish GROM is also involved in a manhunt for Jet. Mainly for arming an mob family in Poland and funding a terror attack from there. However, Scourge has instructed Jet to kill Miles if any chance is given)
(Time is short. The Pentagon and CARICOM has authorized all participating Special Mission Units to engage all Mocoa cartel combatants on every island in the Caribbean. We need Miles alive before the cartel can get to them. Commander Kayrin Crawford of the Bahamas Defense Force is now in charge of Operation False Price. Citadel Hyperion is also designated as the main base of operations due to having the only working equipment to track the Cartel's activities in Central America. Authorization of command has been granted to the subject and will comply to ROE standards and will limit the amount of firepower required for certain missions. Further development is expected in the upcoming hours as we check through the files.) - ISA Report, with authorization files from CARICOM, the OAS and the Department of Defense. Allowing Kayrin to use Tier 1 units to hunt down cartel elements in Central America.
"Madam. How quick can we get to the target?" An SAS squad leader asked once more.
"I got Defense Force units boots on the ground, SOTF is redeploying. The SAS is being flown to Kingston for Jet, and two GROM units are already airborne, so they're have to land here to be properly briefed on the Op." Kayrin scanned the city for any nearby soldiers that can grab Tails and eliminate Jet.
"Good n' all, but you still can't find him." A SIGNIT specialist spoke, due to the fact that Tails can perfectly hide his computer from outside sources. Kayrin was then scrolling through anything to get at him.
"That's been answered. We have two females Mobians, no real names as of yet, but it's Vanilla and Cream. They're not hidden, looks like they're in a high-end market in downtown Kingston." Kayrin had found two Mobians, Tails's girlfriend and the girl's mother. He does visit them recently, and Cream still has his number to his phone.
"Last question. How the hell did Scourge survived the crash up in Moscow in 2010?" Someone else came up to answer.
"Who knows. I was the only one who knew he wasn't dead after he escape from a Gulag in Central Russia. His father lead one of the bands of Russian mercenaries working for the mob. Ex-Spetsnaz, and large sums of money was a bag of a shit storm. He tried using Russia as a form of getting serious military hardware, and even radioactive material to sell for the black market. Then the Russians had to shut them down and executed him in 2011. Scourge had managed to escape, then a car crash happened. He swapped the bodies and managed to use whatever was left from the group to form the Mocoa Cartel about three years later." Kayrin explained, as she was from a Private Military Company that was working with the investigators, prior to becoming the Commander in 2012.
"You know what we're getting into, right? We may got a genuine badass we're going to fight. All the gear he has at his disposal can be challenging to even Special Mission Units." The Colonel had to think about this. Scourge, being the son of a successful underground mercenary group that was very persuasive in getting the connections for serious gear, radioactive materials, the best soldiers and possibly chemical weapons.
"Yes. However, he started this fight by hacking into the DOD and the British MI-6, and God knows how his plan will play out. We're blind, and with his skills. We're up for a fight. We can't dodge this outcome. Plus, we have a life on the line, he dies and our chances of finding Scourge goes even lower than before." Kayrin wasn't feeling too interested in talking about anymore useless information. The mission has to go on.
"Alright Madam, what your play in handling this Op?" Another SAS squad leader asked.
"We'll limit the destruction to what the mission requires if we're destroying cartel-owned property, which means that we must be aware of how we use explosives. As for other missions outside of demolitions, be careful of firing off in urban areas or using high fire-rate weapons. And you people know the rest of the ROE standards. For the Cartel lieutenants. Scourge is still training them to resist arrest, so when it comes down to it, those missions are to capture them. Dead or alive. We'll take any intel that gathers any pieces of their business structure on the black market or other things related to the organization."
"I will take direct control as with the other commanding officers. All teams will go to individual islands in the Caribbean and countries south of Mexico to spy, search and destroy the cartel's assets. Use of any other interrogation methods may be authorized, but some are grey areas and we can't risk anything being exposed to the news. But normal interrogation will be used to get any helpful information."
"Time is not our friend. We have to be on the watch, at all times of day and night, and all of the upcoming weeks. If Scourge notices that we're gunning for him, it'll get harder for us."
"We have other assets that can help you, but ultimately. The only way to completing this op will be actions of the soldiers and myself as well. We'll play aggressive, but professionally. Don't make it a bloody mess that the public will point fingers at us."
"The time is now. We'll have to move quickly, and we need to stay aware of any changes to the cartel as we dismantle them, one by one."
"The fate of the Central America and the Caribbean is in your hands.. Do us proud, along with the people counting on you." Kayrin had a short and simple speech, but it got across. Everyone else knew what to do. Wait for JW GROM, Delta Force and the SAS to land, then venture off to Jamaica to capture Miles and Jet. Hopefully to reveal the cartel lieutenants to start the fight against them. This would be Task Force Champion from now on.
April 5, 2017.
12 PM.
Citadel Hyperion, Crucible Training Quarters.
Kayrin and the DOD's proposal to redirect their trip to the Bahamas has been successful. The Polish military has added GROM to Operation False Price, and they've arrived last night to be briefed on the Op. It took them an extra day to get here due to the Polish needing a bit more manpower for this mission. The SAS and the SFOD-D had arrived before them.
Today, the operatives were practicing their training against others that are simulated to be the Mocoa Cartel. The sicarios were rumored to be trained by ex-Spetsnaz, which is 45% of their ranks. The rest were either former police or just gangbangers serving the arm of enforcing the organization. Their guns had airsoft rounds, eliminating the use of inanimate dummies and adding practical human targets without harming them. They would serve as simulated criminal smugglers or terrorists with different tactics and reaction times.
The results were that some targets were low-grade gangbangers with low accuracy, and others having body armor and high reaction times, and the operatives needed to stun them with flash grenades. It was a mixed bag of opponents, and knowing the type of sicarios is the only way to predict the risks behind the Op.
With that finished, the troops went outside for some sort of urban driving course, with the fake buildings and roads. This was to simulate the mission at grabbing Miles on the road.
"This is the non-bloody attempt, right?" An GROM operative that spoke English asked, because this isn't the type of capture that would be in buildings.
"Yes, I suspect Tails is going to be in a tough vehicle, an SUV more likely. You may have to take the vehicle down by shooting the tires or spinning the car out of the way. If you're lucky, if that vehicle's driving slowly. Aiming at the driver could scare him to either speed off or stop him in his tracks. Do whatever method you can think of." Kayrin replied, giving them tips as to what to expect from a lieutenant. Miles is either alone or with back up.
Once they got in the vehicles and went on the road, they split up and took two ways. When they found the target vehicle, the first vehicle blocked the back of SUV, then the front was blocked off. Left and right of the vehicle was only two buildings on each side, can't go through them. The operatives quickly got out and pointed guns at the target and grabbed him in 17 seconds, a Mobian fox working for the SOTF took part of this mission. Not exactly the yellow fox that was the target, but it was close enough.
The instructors would continue to change up the snatch-and-grab portion of the mission, adding firefights and other factors that can make the job harder to do. They were to do this all day, between mock raids of buildings. It would had been smoother if they were given months to prepare, but the cartel is moving fast on Tails. There's no more time left to fully be ready. Tomorrow is the day they'll enter Jamaica to find Tails.
"Wyatt? What are you doing here?" Kayrin noticed that one of the police chiefs had visited the base.
"Just dropping by to tell you that there's a street rumor that sicario spies are around here. We still can't confirm that it's the Mocoa Cartel, but witnesses say that there's information sellers on the deep web. They just happened to come here, but what can we do?" He gave an report on each witnesses that the Cartel is possibly spying on the Bahamas.
"In this case, I'll send some intelligence specialists over to prove or disprove the evidence of spies. You try to gather the pieces of the puzzle for them." Kayrin gave him instructions and intel specialists to handle this case. If there's no spies, then there's no risk. If there's any of the spies, then there will be a problem.
April 6, 2017, the next day.
9:30 AM.
Northeastern Kingston, Jamaica.
After spending all day practicing scenarios for this job, Task Force Champion was flown to Jamaica, landed on a small airfield owned by the ISA, then drove several miles to Kingston, where Miles is located. There was only two SOTF soldiers and with a SAS squad leader, and a K9 trained dog for the mission. All in a ice cream van.
For the SAS and the Bahamas's Special Operations Task Force being Tier 1 units, they could had wore civilian clothing. But the cartel's activity in hunting the HVT has led them to no choice but to equip special ops combat gear that was seen in documentaries, which people would definitely notice.
First thing was to head to Vanilla's residence. Cream is Miles's sole contact at this point, so if they can persuade them to use the phone, they can find him.
"Champion Six Actual, the mother has entered the residence. Looks like they're on the front porch." An ISA operative using a UAV spotted Vanilla by the front.
"The house is second floor right? There's multiple two-floor apartment blocks, and some have the same color. How can we tell apart?" An SOTF soldier tries to look for the building. He had a hard time because the buildings were all two floor for five blocks, then driving became impossible because of a traffic jam. Blocked the whole road in front of them.
"We're not going that way. May as well squeeze through the crowd." The squad leader decided to park and walk the rest of the way. Then advised the ISA unit that they were exiting the vehicle. "Champion Six Actual, we're exiting the vehicle, there's a massive traffic jam past the stop light."
"Copy. The residence they live in is a two story building. They have a sign that says Vanilla and Daughter's Sea Market, looks like a local restaurant. Lot of activity ahead." The intelligence specialist spoke as he gazed over the area and the building. There was a bunch of civilians on foot and in vehicles. Those three shocktroopers stood out like a sore thumb.
"Anything directions or something?" An female SOTF operator asked.
"It's through that market on your left, and the civilians should let you pass through if they think that you're on official business. It's the most busy shop around this part of town, you can't miss it." He gave them advice and the direction to the market.
The civilians had started to back up once they saw the soldiers' weapons, clearing the way for them. Even in this busy day.
Up ahead, the two contacts were Mobian rabbits that wore Amish-style and normal Western clothing to avoid attention from any gangsters around this area. Their real names were still not revealed, but the way they call them Vanilla and Cream was that their fur was brown and light brown. Looks clean and pure. When they saw them, the mother tried to clear out everyone and close the stand. But couldn't do so when they appeared right in front of them. People started to yell at them when this happened.
"Calm down! We need some time from the owner of this residence. We're closing this thing down until things have cleared up, we'll be right back." The second soldier gathered everyone's attention and some of them backed away from the stand. The other two went in to question the mother and the daughter.
"You're Vanilla and Cream, Miles's only point of contact?" The leader begins, talking to them. The mother stood surprised, but not too surprised. She has soldiers coming up to her by surprise every week.
"Sure. What do you want about Tails? Wait... Oh no, y-you're from-" Vanilla was spooked, mainly because they knew about Tails' involvement with the organization. Cream just went scared and pointed her head down.
"No. We're in a Joint Special Forces unit, we're looking for Tails to take him in protection, and so are you people. You have any phone numbers relating to the twin-tailed individual?" He reassures them, which lightens up the mood for a bit.
"I d-d-do, but let me get my phone f-f-first." Cream went upstairs to find her phone.
"Okay, before we get you out, anything else you want to tell us about Miles or the Cartel?" He immediately asks.
"Tails? Oh... For 7 years, he's been trying to escape. When Sonic and the rest of his friends joined, he was the only one that tried to plead for him to see reasoning. But he didn't listen. Sonic dragged him into this and forced to commit his will to the Cartel. I spoke to him and said it wasn't too late for him, that's was about two years ago. That's when he hacked the US government and caused all of this. Don't know why, but it's better not to question myself or others to create stress for me." Vanilla explained of a phone call she made, prior to the cyber attack. She also spoke of Sonic the Hedgehog, a once famed hero along the Mobians that turned rogue.
Cream came back down and called Miles. He tried to get the phone to his hands, but she wanted to greet her fiance. After about four minutes, she finally lends him the phone. Her phone had Tails' photo, yellow fur and twin tails. All too perfect.
"What? You people finally found me?" Tails wasn't expecting this when the phone's turned to visual feed mode, revealing the soldier's combat gear along with the British flag. Lucky for the squad, Cream's phone was altered by the fox so it wouldn't be traced by the Cartel.
"The DOD and Kayrin herself painstakingly found your girl, and we wanted you because of the two cyber attacks and you may have an intelligence gold mine about the cartel. Like you, Kayrin wanted them dismantled. You may be the means to do so." The SAS operative told him that they're the way out for Tails in the cartel.
"Good grief, after seven damn years. I got a way out. Any catches to this plan?" He wouldn't move into custody without telling him.
"Of course. Any betrayal from you could get you flung in Guantanamo Bay or killed by Kayrin, and if you didn't. At least we'd send you a lesser prison." The operative gives him three choices, stuck for prison for probably twenty years, or into Guantanamo Bay to never return or simply be executed to avoid compromising the mission either way.
"Really? I'm 20 years old at this point, and I was forced to do this because I had no other way. Is there any other way?" Miles pleaded, but things weren't all fair in a conflict, but it was an operation.
"Unless they want something otherwise after the Mocoa Cartel is destroyed, you may as well turn yourself in... Unless Jet will skin you alive." He told him about choices, again. He was cornered, and without power after abusing it to get Kayrin to start Operation False Price.
Typically. He chose the better way.
"Alright. I'm coming with you, I refuse to let Scourge ship my body parts after cutting them up. Cream isn't getting involved in this mess." Tails finally agreed. "Okay, there's the old resort on the southern coast, Portland Cottage area. I'll get my hard drives and I'll head there, take those two off the island as soon as possible." Then he hung up, maybe he wanted to do this quickly before any sicarios would pick up on him.
"He's coming with you, after we've airlift you off the island." The operative told them.
"Wait. You going to bring us where?" Vanilla asked.
"Citadel Hyperion, in the Bahamas. Kayrin will keep you safe for now on." The leader took them outside, and the squad walked them quickly to the van and drove away.
"Champion Six Actual. We've found and persuaded the target towards an old resort on Portland Cottage, requesting an LZ at the Kingston heliport for the two mobians and another LZ at the resort." He spoke to the ISA chief as he drove to the back road and onto a small highway.
"Copy. One of the choppers we have at the heliport will take them to one of the ships offshore, the other one is already being prepped, but it take some time before the chopper is fully fueled and prepped." The drone operator had already informed the pilots to fly the two females off the island, and the other trying to be fueled up to fly.
Portland Cottage area, Jamaica.
1:30 PM.
Tails had finally arrived at the old resort. His first instinct was to wait, but once that happened. The sicarios belonging to Jet were on site, and they were serious. There's was at least two SUVs that had their sunroofs modified to use MG turrets. They were run of the mill sicarios, but still decently armed unlike the more tougher ones.
When he moved, one of the sicarios had grabbed him inside the building. Before long, they were suddenly attacked by the three operatives, forcing them further into the resort. Seven hostiles were ran over, taking down half of the enemy search party before the squad ran out to find Miles. The dog would help them find his scent.
The troops moved firmly but smooth throughout the area, following the gunmen that grabbed the fox. The dog killed hostiles by biting into their necks, and the soldiers with guns kept moving through them. Every target they saw was killed in a quarter of a second, no chance to fire back at them. Even if they had bunched up, they were flanked and killed by the operatives.
After scanning the building, they found the last gunman. One shot fired at him would kill Miles... What can they do?
The male SOTF operative suddenly dropped to the floor, still holding his gun. Once he hit the floor, he shot the hostile in the leg, loosing his grip on the fox and the SAS operative puts a solid bullet into his head, instantly killed on impact.
"Man, what took you so long?" Miles spoke about the lateness of the operatives, however, they were transporting the two to the heliport and they had to drive to this area quick to rescue him.
"Blame the backed up traffic, more like constipation in your arse if you're on the clock to get the hell out of that area." He replied, ignoring what he said about them.
Once they took them outside, they were swarmed by more sicario attack trucks, shortly after, those vehicles were blown up by a Blackhawk hybrid transport attack chopper. The weapon mounts were above the door, slightly behind the chopper main frame. The weapons have unguided missiles and heat-seeking rockets. It still had the original space to transport all of them from the area.
"This is Command, sounds like you had heavy fire down there. Is Miles okay?" Kayrin had to tune in to the squad. She checked in every half an hour to make sure things were running smooth.
"Target's perfectly intact. We got every piece of electronics we can get, and there's the target's contacts that are on his way back to the ship. Mission complete." The squad leader confidently gave the all clear, the mission was complete.
"Good. Now we're getting somewhere, and the cartel has lost their cyber expert. We'll have everything what the cartel is doing in the meantime. Now the real fight begins." Kayrin's plan was working, now she has Miles, which will give him the information she needs to put down the lieutenants. But this isn't over, momentum is needed to put pressure on the Mocoa Cartel, then she has Scourge in her sights.
Finally, I've returned once more. Freaking annoying having two computers bricked and preventing me from doing anything, doing this from the phone was hellish. But at least I have this again.
Although I have my annoyances with this side of Fanfiction, I still have a need for this. I'm always like this, I'm not like the other people that writes the high school Sonic stories or of romance. I like my way of writing and I'm not changing. The reason I bury stories is because my internet usage isn't always about Fanfiction and I want to do other stuff in the meantime. That's why stories aren't properly completed that much.
Let me know about the feed back from the story. Anything you wanted to add later on for improvement.
