Hi! This is my first fanfic about R6, specifically Siege. I just love to play the game and I decided to create stories about the characters. Anyway, without any further, I present the first chapter.
Prologue
After Barlett, the team received prominent praise from the citizen of nations all over the world. A headline for the public, assurance to the citizen from the gripping terror of terrorist. The grow bigger by the count of a few nations joining their cause even more. Canada became the first to join after Barlett while the US added another personal from different institution which specialize in Middle East terrorism warfare, Brazil and Japan in the other hand remain in the consideration of their respective houses whether to send their own personal for the team. All eyes glanced to the team and the whole world expect a protector to keep them safe in the lullaby.
At London, Mute was packing a few items he borrowed from the SIS to fill his needs in his own personal project. Mute able to received most of the classified technologies by the help of his associates and by becoming a new golden boy for the SAS due to his capability in becoming the most versatile operators among others. His "Moni" signal distruptor often lift the upper hand of the team in defense strategy. From halting a breach from the wall and windows, the Moni never stop to save the lives of everyone from the lurking danger from unconventional strike and Mute often hailed as savior a few times due to his device.
But with such honorary praised, often he kept himself shut for himself and concentrate on things he wanted to do alone. Throughout his stay in the barracks at Hereford, three per quarter of the day spent in the workshop, fixing and crafting more of Moni and spend a few moments of his training to fix the gear of his fellow teammates. They cycle never break even throughout the weekdays when Six give the green cards for the team to spend the night strolling around Her Majesty's Capital. The man always shuts from the outside world since high school.
The packing had finished, he's ready to take everything to the workshop back at the barracks when a call delayed his move.
"Mark!" Shouted the voice from his tail as he ready to lift the boxes and head out from the equipment room.
"Hey Thompson." He replied softly while the man closing in to his reach.
"So, you're going out now?" Thompson asked the Mute which wanted to go back to the barracks in a rush.
"Yeah. I have to go back now or Six will kick my ass for the third time in these past two months." curtly Mute replied.
"What a troublemaker you are mate…." Thompson commented.
"Well, don't you have any more papers to fill with since MI6 nor MI5 doesn't serve license to kill to their agents?" Mute going in sarcasm with hopes to cut the conversation quick.
"Haha real funny Mark…. Well then, I'm just gonna let you off now….." Thompson in a high tone raised the path for Mute. Mute walked with all of his equipments and made his way through the hallway while Thompson followed him from behind.
"Unless… You wanted to know the reason I wanted to see you." Thompson whispered in his ear.
"Cut the bollocks and tell me!" Mute grows impatient by Thompson's attitude.
"Don't need to shut mate please. Anyway, you see the girl in the info desk the moment you step in the building?" Thompson continued to his means, knowing disturbing Mute even more would upset the man.
"Rose…... A scots from her accent and appeared to be the golden face of the agency as she has a model face and friendly greet for the newcomer. Yes I saw her and what seems about it?"
Mute replied with holding his impatience.
"She saw you a few times today and it appears you gave her an impression. In short, she wanted to meet you and see if things could bring a bond in between. So, she wanted me to hand you this." Thompson continued his means and handed Mute a piece of paper with a phone number.
"I see….. Tell her I might be busy in a couple of weeks and wait for me to proceed to say 'I'm not interested, sorry'." Mute replied.
"What the hell mate! You're not gay, are you? She's the girl that everyone in the agency wanted to ride on and you just say no when you're the only guy that she interested in." Thompson was highly offended as he the one of the lads which kept pushing himself the girl and failed in every way he could possibly imagine.
"Thompson. I'm straight as an arrow and I'm just not interested with her, no but and no any excuse at all." Mute straighten the issue in curt as he eager leave.
"Okay….. But don't throw the number and try to call her once will ya mate. She expected you to call and she would be on her phone all day for you, so just call her alright mate?" Thompson urged Mute to save the least of the grace for the girl.
"Fine… I guess I could make a phone call." Mute replied shortly. He put the number in his back pocket.
"Anyway, I'm off to go now. I'll see you later mate." Mute went back with his walk and proceeded to the hallway which would bring him outside.
"Right I'll see ya too….. What a crazy kid." Thompson leaved the premises and back to his office.
At the barrack in Hereford, Fuze finished his assignment to clean the weapons of all the team as punishment for dismissing a shooting practice. He went back to his chamber which he shared with his three others fellow Spetznaz. Inside, Tachanka was sleeping on his bed and Glaz was on the verge of finishing the details of the painting he had been working on for the past five days.
Glaz noticed the arrival of his fellow countrymen while adding a dark green on the edge of his canvas.
"You clean my Dragunov in a right way?" Glaz asked.
"Da. Just like you instructed. I have made sure it won't be a trouble when you use it."Fuze answered.
"I know that. I trust you won't screw it because if you do, I'll have you clean it for the rest of the year." Glaz firmly giving his gratitude through hardship words.
"Da comrade." Fuze replied. He leaned and sat in the bed beside Glaz and saw the painting. A grassland with a few hills on the horizon, filled with the wreckage of WW2 era tanks, mostly the prominent Russian T-34 tanks and German's Tiger, all in the eyes of the viewer and raised the aura of the battle for the motherland.
"Are you painting the Battle of Kursk comrade?" Fuze asked.
"Very spot on Shuhrat. The largest and biggest tank battle in the history of mankind as thousands of our armies breakthrough the German's offense in the outskirts of Kursk. I decided to paint this for the victory day which I will send this painting to my friend in the national art gallery for all the men to see, the struggle of our grandfathers to bring oppression away from our land." Glaz telling Fuze the story of his painting.
"From the looks of it, we can't let out The boys from GSG-9 to see it, they might get offended." Fuze being sarcastic.
"I don't think they will Shuhrat and I'm sure they will consider this as my another masterpiece as usual." Glaz broke the sarcasm with serious reply.
"I can see why it will be called masterpiece. The life of painters are far lenient the soldiers like us. Why would you take the hardship of taking a man's life and letting a piece of yourself falling in despair?" Shuhrat questioned Glaz's motive of becoming a soldier.
"Comrade, as a friend, you have gained my trust and I will tell my story which I never tell anyone. But before we get started, I really need your help first." answered Glaz.
"What do you need Timur?" Fuze asked.
"Just a few bottles of water. My throat is really dry after hours of sitting and painting." Glaz proceed his means to Fuze.
"Okay. I also need a few water as well." Fuze raised himself back up and went to do the favor while Glaz waited in his stance.