To be honest, the other fics don,t work well. this is similar to in my sights but I have a plan that will make it better. this story will have 20 chapters with each hopefully 2000 words long, and will come out once a week. it will be a crossover fic, this crossover Will be long and so will all the others. It will have a complicated story on the rumour going around in the country. I won't spoil to much though.
Chapter 1: Another day at the office
The year was 2017. I will never forget it. 5 years ago the world went crazy, Russia was expanding on there nuclear programs, crating weapons of mass destruction. A CIA spy that has infiltrated the ranks has detailed blueprints of the plan codenamed, Armageddon. the Russian leaders denied any involvement of the affair. America, fearing of being attacked took billions of dollars out of medical, space, and oil company's to fund there own nuclear program. The design burrows called the Mercury program. The program consisted of three plans. the nukes would attack off of both the east and west shores. reaching altitude of 60,000 feet. Then stage two. drop hundreds of warheads from each missile, landing in desegnativeplaces that will wipe out the heads of the country. in case any survivors. lastly, search for survivors, then kill them. naturally the kept the plan secret to the public, which could cause riots and destroy the country from the inside out. Me? I'm just a man with a gun. I don't give a shit about politics, or the president. I just do the missions assigned to me. no matter who's in-charge. I don't give a damn if I live or die. I don't believe in dieing for my country, I believe in killing for my country. My name is John Tomison.
2017
India 50,000 feet. 2:31 am. An F22 raptor fighter jet was flying over russian airspace. on the bottom was some sort of pod. seamed it could fit a person inside of it. It was painted black, had no logos of any country or anything that would give away the owners. Same deal with the raptor. Who ever built it wanted to make sure no one new who it was. "John do you read me?" Asked an unknown speaker on the radio of the pod.
"yes sir, when will we be landing soon, you've crumpet me up in this thing for way to long. I think its been days since I saw daylight." Asked the man in the pod.
"you will be arriving soon. ten minutes at the most, don't worry you'll be out in no time at all, and it's only been five hours." Said the man over the radio.
"Not to me. I can barley feel my joints." Said the man in the pod. He had a very deep voice made him sound older than he really is. The other man had a foreign accent, probably british.
"You worry to much, don't worry, this will be quick and pain full."
"You love scaring the crap out of me, don't ya?" Asked the man in a very annoyed but playfull voice.
"This pod is known as 'bullet', it is perfectly safe." Said the radio man.
"Bullet, THE bullet, created in 2008 capable of surviving crash landings in water at 2074 feet per second. I'm familiar but didn't the experiments fail?" Asked the man in the pod with a nervous voice.
"Originally but a year later got it back on track, and it succeeded. Made its first appearance on the python mission." Said the radio man in a matter of fact voice.
"The python mission? Wasn't that the mission Jack Sharper got promoted for commander?" Asked John.
"The very same." Said the commander.
"So who can I count on? This is an important mission."
"Your support unit will consist of Sam, stands for surgical, associate, manager. She is responsible for keeping you in top shape."
"Hello John." Said a feminine voice.
"So you must be Sam. What can you do to keep me alive?" Asked John.
"Allot of things most people can't." Sam said in a seducing voice.
"Going a little fast aren't we? Fine, I like a woman like that." Said John, odiously pleased. Then the commander broke them up.
"Okay you two, going alittle fast aren't we?"
"Not at all." Said John.
"To move on, we also have Fauna, she will tell you what to eat, and not what to eat."John was interested now.
"More women, now this job is getting interesting."
"Sorry john, I'm not the hittable type." Said another woman, odiously Fauna.
"That's a shame. I bet you would be great in bed." Said John disappointed.
"Okay John, here's the mission, as I'm sure you forgot with the introductions." John sighed as a reply. "Your mission is to infiltrate India, Meet up with our informants, and gain information on there plan "Armageddon". then return to the rondavou point. There will be a Russian gunship waiting for you there. Use it to fly out unknoticed. Understood?" John replied as a yes. "Good, three minutes left. Before you go, I must tell you your new codename. Use it for the rest of your mission, the only time you can mention your real name is back in America. your new code name is sabre (Named after the American fighter jet during Vietnam, my favored)." The transmission ended.
"This is the flight pilot, pod detachment in t-minus two minutes." Said the pilot. The pod began to rumble, sabre began pressing buttons on the panel. A red light began to beep. "Warning, the pod is jammed, can not detach, repeat, can not de...!" The pilot screamed as the transmission was cut off.
'Damn, what the hell is going on. Guess I'll have to do this my self. Man, the commander is going to kill me for this. Hope...I...Don't.' Thought Sabre as he started mindlessly rip out the wires in his ship. Then he began to have a funny sinking feeling. 'Did I do it?' He thought as the feeling escalated to a free fall. 'Maybe, I should be an engineer for this.' Sabre thought. He pushed the stick down, and started falling at 75 Degrees. Time seem to slow down as he held his breath. How long had it been, three seconds, minutes, hours? The only questions, going through his mind. For a second, he closed his eyes, he took a deep breath, feeling as if it would be his last, sucking up the air as if he was parched of it.
Then it hit him. The pod stopped so fast, so suddenly, that he flew forward. Had it not been for the seat belts, and air bag, he would be dead by now. The shear foce of him slaming into the belt and air bag probably bruised a rib. He could feel the sinking feeling again, but this was because he was sinking in water, not falling like last time. After a minute or two, he opened the cockpit door, and instantly, water was rushing in. You could no get a good vie of him. He was covered in a one piece suit, black in color. Had diving shoes, and a diving helmet. He then made his way swimming to the surface. It took a wile but he reached the surface.
He looked around for any parts of land. The the radio turned on. "Can you here me Sabre?" Sabre said yes as the commander continued. "Land is directly north of your position. There is a digital compass on your watch, use it effectively." The transmission ended and Sabre began swimming north, wile keeping below the surface.
After three hours later, Sabre finally caught a glimpse of a wall of dirt under water. He slowly swam to it and climbed up the hill, carefully not to go over the surface of the water. As he made it to the point were the water line and the lan meet, he carefully made his way out of the water. First he peaked his head out, then slowly crawled out of the water onto the beach. The sun barley peaked over the lush green trees, painting the sky in a rich neon color of orange and gold. The trees were shining in a unimaginable array of light and color. Sabre looked behind and saw the sky was still navy blue with stars peering out of the darkness. Slowly he stood up and looked strait up, were the gold and blue skies mix. Slowly, he took off his helmet, first revealing a muscular jaw line, with a little bit of hair sticking out. You could then see his chocolate brown eyes that glinted with the sun light. Then took off the rest, revealing hair that exposed half his forehead, black with a a blue glow, that would make any woman crave. Lastly He took off the one piece diving suit, and flippers revealing standered military woodland camo, along with combat boots, durable enough to last for years of abuse.
On his back Sabre had an M4A1 carbine with a grenade launcher, scope, and attachable laser sighting on the sides. It was black but had fake leaves all over to aid in camo. On his hip he had a Beretta M92F, or M9. Same with the M4 camouflage wise. It also fitted a suppressor for silent infiltrations. He had binoculars, and IR goggles for night time in case any problems. On the side of his right boot was a knife, in case he ran low on ammo. Sabre looked up at the trees, scouting for enemy units. He turned on the radio, "Commander, I'm at the beach, and scouting now for enemy solders. I don't see any at the moment."
"What's the current location?" Said command.
"I'm far from the objective, probably due to the jamming on release." Replied Sabre.
"Remind me to make you do 50 laps for the stunt you pooled."
"You know about the wires then, well what was I going to do?" Asked Sabre in a nervous voice.
"Don't be so stupid next time, you could have sent the raptor pilot sky high." Replied command angered.
"My apologies, at the mission at hand, it will maybe take an hour from here, minus the slow pace of sneaking."
"True, Meet up with the informants, there east of your current location. Use the compass to go east." Sabre laughed nervously.
"About the compass, The water short circuited it. Maybe thew landing impact created a hole and the water slowly broke it."
"I see. Well the good news is it's daylight, and you can use the sun to help you out. It rises in the east, and sets in the west. Since it's morning, you could possibly use it as a compass."
"Really, never knew that." Sabre said impressed.
"Well any way, meet up with the informants. Asked them what's the number of a wig, the answer must be 21 (Turn the w upside down and put 21 after it and you get MiG 21, soviet jet fighter of the cold war)." The transmission ended.
Sabre, slowly stood up and began walking slowly slightly crouched. In his hands was the M9 and he pointed it in random direction. It was as if the gun was following were his eyes were going. He slowly made his way to the forest edge and slowly began the long proses of tree hoping. A strategy developed during world war two, the trick was to go to a tree, peak over it, then slowly move to the next one, being sure to check every inch of the surrounding.
After ten minutes, he came to a swamp. It was dank, and mercy. It wounl make anyone throw up to just touch it. He slowly proceeded to swim in it.
5 Miles away
There were sounds of someone dialing and calling on a phone.
"So, the reports say that he's here?"
"Yes, be sure to keep an eye out."
"He can't be that tough, can he?"
"Trust me, this guy's the real deal. I've seen what he can do in Iraq. Not surprising that they took him for this job."
"He's still just a kid, I dought he can do much. But if what you say is correct, then I'll just Give him a test run."
The phone hung up. The stranger called a different person.
"Yes, everything is going perfectly according to plan. You were right they would pick the kid. How old is he any way?"
"He is 22, but he has really become a military phenomenon last year. His record in Iraq is extraordinary. The best any requite has ever done. He may look young, and nieve, but he is a naturally born fighter, watch yourself out there."
"He may be natural at this but he is still inexpierenced. I can take him."
The phone hung up.