Wranglers of Chaos ch. 1: Friends of Hell
A/N: I do not own rainbow six or life is strange and any reviews will be great
Watching as the morning sun slowly began its long tortured climb over the sprawling compound of Blackwell academy, which a young man had to agree with it as he and his sister started to drive in enjoying the radio in a beat up Chevy truck that Erica was sure her brother had gotten from a junk yard, the pair were wishing they could take a much needed vacation anywhere in the world even though that meant that people were going to die. Realizing that he shouldn't be thinking that, the young man with a look of determination on his stubbled, hardened face, looked at his sister and said with his ember eyes sparkling, seemingly singing along with the radio
"Everything I do is because of you, to keep you safe with me, that's my job you see" and Erica's shoulder length blonde hair snapped over to her brother and smiled as her emerald eyes scanned her driver expecting him to be singing and knowing that he meant it. Beaming, listening to her brother's somber voice, reminding her of the country music their dad always played for them, she started to get lost in the memories, starting to drift off to sleep, before the rumbling and the engine abruptly cut out, proving they had arrived.
Quickly hopping out, the rusted grey doors slamming shut, Erica wandered over toward her friends, knowing she had the eyes of a certain member of the vortex club on her and assuming correctly that her brother had the heart of one in his hands. Watching as Jack looked back at the back of their rusty old trailblazer, knowing there was enough material to end the lives of anyone ordered to, Erica looked over and saw the sight that made her stop dead in her tracks, Kate marsh was wearing her usual outfit with the cross her brother had given her as a gift from Erica, although everyone thought it was from max and everyone who knew was more than happy to go along with it. As Erica's emerald eyes locked with Kate's hazel eyes, Max saw her blush and looked along with her before running up wrapping Erica in a hug.
Hearing a kid starting to holler homophobic slurs at the trio, Victoria and Jack both started to defend the trio, knowing that they had a lot in common, before Racheal walked over to the kid and smashed him in the face with his own skateboard. Watching as the young mans teeth splattered along the pristine concrete, with blood from a slashed lip and broken nose, everyone who had a problem with him, which happened to be everyone in the school, exploded in applause, which became an up roaring ovation as Jack saw him starting to throw a punch and quickly twisted the boy's hand and dropped him on his face growling
"I said to fuck off last meeting and now I have to break your fucking jaw" before slamming his fist into the young man's chest and jaw before dropping him onto his face and slamming a size 11 combat boot onto the boys head knocking him unconscious, without a shred of remorse. Bolting out of the area as principal wells ran over to the fight, well what everyone else dubbed as a fight, which was more of a one sided ass-kicking, and he started to fall back on counter-terrorism training to blend into the crowd and head toward the science class, where unfortunately he had a class with warren, who used him to get an A.
As he slowly pulled up his chair, tugging his shirt down to hide his RAINBOW issued .40 Sig M320 handgun, although nestled in his jacket was the slide for the .45 caliber conversion, he went to make sure that he had a round in the chamber, trying to pay attention to Ms. Grant, who he found to be kind of dull, mostly because she made him limit what he could discuss having said something about how no young man should know so much about explosives, he and the rest of the class were drawn to a knock at the door. As the whole room turned and faced the door, trying to get ms Grant to control the class, before the door opened and a man in a tactical vest, its pouches bristling with magazines and grenades, on top of a combat uniform, which to the trained observer, was conveniently missing all military patches.
Turning and nodding, Jack said in Spanish, that to the untrained, sounded like he was a native of Columbia with a major twinge of Bogota
"Hola ding, ¿cómo diablos han estado tú y el jefe? Han pasado seis meses desde la última vez que hablamos" and Domingo just looked over at the young man and nodded before replying in spanish "Supongo que estamos bien y realmente podrías haberte contactado, ya sabes" and naturally Jack fist bumped Dom, who had just walked into relay the message from Clark that they were ready to go.
Mr. Jefferson's photography class Ten Minutes earlier
Walking down the hall, his boots echoing in the silence, ignoring David Madsen's chatter about how he had been Army, John Clark knocked on the door to the classroom that he had been looking for all the while wearing a grey and black cotton suit that was tailored to him, a habit he picked up from Jack Ryan, although his .45 pistol was fitted to him as well nestled inside his waistband, John knocked on the door and took a step in as he looked over and motioned for Max to follow him as he remarked in code,
"I hate to interrupt but your mother has been in an accident and I was sent to pick you up" and she replied, knowing fully well what was going on, "Let me get my camera gear, its in my room and did you tell my cousin yet? He really deserves to know" and she stood up, Victoria Chase stood up and stopped her dead in her tracks, her green eyes piercing into Max's blue eyes, a fiery determination showing in a rare moment of weakness, she wrapped max in a hug and whispered trying not to cry,
"Make sure he comes back home in one piece, will you? Your 'cousin' is the love of my life". Letting Max go, getting a nod from the other girl, she said with a chuckle "Oh yeah and go fuck yourselfie". As Max walked out, getting a quizzical look from Clark, she gave a noncommittal shrug as Mark followed her out and started to accuse max of using it as an excuse to avoid the everyday heroes contest.
Quickly seeing that the door had closed, John slammed Mark against the closest locker door, and said, his voice a low venomous hiss like a water moccasin, "I know all about you, dipshit and if any girls come forward and say that you did anything to them, I will make hell seem like a vacation. Just ask the last scumbag, if you can get his vegetable brain to work" before slamming Mark against the wall, letting him slouch in a puddle of his own urine. As he was assisted back to his feet by David, who had asked if Mark wanted him to make sure that the men never set foot on the campus again, only to hear Victoria say
"If you try, they will all destroy you. All of them are military or police" and with that she turned and walked back in giving madsen the bird not caring what happened to her just so long as Jack returned safe and sound.
As the group had headed toward the parking lot, Jack hopped into his Chevy and quickly unlocked the gun vault before following John toward his home in the woods. As he parked, they all quickly passed gear with max watching as Chloe helped him toss over four duffel bags, all loaded with a variety of firearms and technical gear. Even max and Katie, two who had gone against the vortex club when they started dating, helped them and Jack grabbed Kate's duffel bag, knowing it contained the units medical gear.
Hurriedly loading the gear from his Chevy into the hummer, he flowed with a practiced efficiency before rounding up his MCX Viper rifle and adjusted his trusty pistol before locking up his house and hopping in for the ride to naval station Everett and from there they were loaded onto a G650 for the flight to Hereford, and as soon as they went wheels up John looked at the collected group and smiled as they all sat eagerly before saying
"Next stop England then we head to Brussels to deal with a hostage taking at a theme park and I hope you all are prepared for what we have to do and Kate we got some new medical gear for you to play with" and she smiled before John got down to the details of the mission at hand.