Uh… hi everyone! I'm Ladnir and this is my first novel in English, so I hope to do it well… I'm not very good speaking and writing English (I'm Spanish) and if I write something wrong, bad expressed or similar, I apologized from the beginning. I'll appreciate if people who speak English could correct me…
I have been thinking about this story during some months, but I wasn't sure of writing it. Then, I read Greenglassnotes stories and I encouraged myself to start writing it.
Finished this, I only add that this story happens after Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 and I call it Call Of Duty Final War (or, simply, Final War); I haven't think about all the story, but I hope that you'll enjoy my FanFic.
Thanks for reading!
"New Day, New Options"
Day 1 - 05:34:25
SGT. Amy 'Hawk' Sanderson
22º S.A.S Regiment
London, United Kingdom
The phone rings in the middle of the dark room. A thin hand examines by touch the bedside stand in search of the insistent telephone; when it's found, a sleepy voice answers.
—Sanderson –it's just a whisper but it's sufficiently height to hear it.
—This is Colonel Smith –a man's voice resounds in the telephone receiver and Sanderson straightens up when hearing it–. I've good news for you: your request has been approved. You must be at hangar 9-1 at seven o'clock.
—Wait a moment… – Sanderson asks for. Then, the whisper voice sounds with a feminine shade, giving Sanderson away like a woman–. My solicitude was approved? I'm… Am I in?
—Why are you so surprised? –puffs the Colonel–. It's just what you were wanting, no? Enter in the Task Force 141, like you're brother. Also, you're a good soldier; you've enough merits to get in –the Colonel makes a stop before continuing talking–. Remember, at seven o'clock at hangar 9-1. And congratulations.
Amy Sanderson hangs up the phone and sighs. Slowly, a smile begins to appear in her lips. She has done it; she has entered at Task Force 141, one of the best forces in the world… the group where her brother was after die.
Her glad smile changes for one melancholic when she remembers his older brother.
Gary…
Her sibling, Gary Sanderson, died two months ago and Amy wants to explain his death because she doesn't believe the official explanation. She saw the body of Gary, and she came to the conclusion that he was murdered. But for someone who knows Gary.
In last weeks, Gary looked strange and, before his death, she received an ominous e-mail from him. In it, Gary said that someone was using Task Force 141 for an unknown aim; and he finished saying that he was thinking that he and his partners were in danger. Amy thought that he was mad and didn't make any case of his words but, when Lieutenant General Shepherd called to inform her about Gary's death, she started to believe his older brother's words.
And it sent she to request for a vacancy in Task Force 141; Amy's convinced that she will find the answers of Gary's death if she form part of the 141.
With a sigh, Amy gets up and stretches out with a growl; then, she gets into the bathroom and opens the bathtub's faucet. When water is lukewarm, she gets in the bath; ten minutes later, she is dressed and lists to leave her home due toward to SAS's camp of workout.
Amy Sanderson is a thin girl of twenty-seven years old; her height is near one hundred and seventy centimeters and her half a bob hair is white, with the black tips. She has the same green eyes than her older brother and she is very proud about it.
The journey lasted for three quarter-hours and, when she arrived, she had to start running to be able to arrive at the agreed hour. Out of breath, she opens the hangar's door and enters in the big room.
—Hey, look at what we've here! –says a waggish male voice–. Babe, nurses are in the main building! This place is for brave men, not for doll-players –adds with a loud laugher.
—I've got a doll for you –answers Amy, uncovering her gun, a Beretta M92F Sword Cutlass–. Do you want to play with her? –she put back the weapon and cross her arms over her chest–. Get off my back, ok?
The man who talked opens his mouth to say something, but someone talks before.
—What the hell is happening here? –ask firmly–. Ozone, hold your jaw, uh? –the man who is talking sets his eyes on Amy and smiles archly. He appears like he has nearly thirty-five years old; he wear the uniform of the 141 and has a beard of, at least, three days; also has brown short hair and a his eyes are nut-brown–. So, you're the new recruit, uh? I hope you know what you do entering Task Force 141. This is not a place for playing, we're the elite, and we're not nannies of anybody, got it?
—Hooah –she smiles.
The man smiles too and does a movement with his hand to order the group, five men and Amy, to follow him.
—I'm Captain Brian Miles and I've seen your action file, Sanderson –says the man, walking through the hangar–. I have to say that I'm impressed with you.
—You overestimate me, Captain –Amy disagrees–. I'm not as good as you think.
—I know but, however, I also know you're a good soldier –Captain Miles continues talking–. And that's why you're here, with the Task Force 141 –he turns around and faces the group–. So, welcome; these guys will treat you well… for his own good.
—Uh? Hey, Captain, when did you turn into a knight-errant? –asks another man with a joking tone of voice–. Saving lost ladies… I don't recognize you, Captain.
—Very funny, Meat –Captain's smile get wider–. She's the only woman here, not to say the first in Task Force. You're going to make history –adds to me–. So I hope you treat her as she's merited
—Why are we here? –wonders a second man–. I'm sure that we're not going to make a welcome party for her, aren't we?
—Of course not! –exclaims Miles–. If you want to do one, do it when we return of our new mission.
—A new mission! –says Ozone with joy–. It's about time we have one, I already began to tire me here, doing nothing…
—Then, don't protest later –threatens Meat–. You get unbearable.
—What…? –cries Ozone–. Retire it!
—Hey, that's enough! –shouts Captain Miles–. I'm not going to allow this kind of behavior, ok? –neither Ozone nor Meat say nothing and the Captain can continue–. As I was saying, we've got a new mission. We have to find one of Makarov's henchman; we've heard rumors that he can be in Venice so we're going to confirm it.
—We're going to travel to Venice? –asks the second man with surprise.
—Hey, Archer, one of your dreams is going to become realty –laughs Meat.
—Silence! –orders Captain Miles–. We must be here this night at ten-zero-zero. Questions?
—I've got one, Captain –Amy raises her hand; Captain Miles nods and she keeps talking–. Where can I find Captain John MacTavish?
A deadly silence responds her question and she looks to the men around her without understanding what happens. Ozone, Meat, Archer and the two other men have expressions of sadness in their faces; in the meantime Captain Miles puckers his lips with contained anger.
—This time I fail to heed this because you're new here –starts to say Miles–; but you must know that John MacTavish and John Price are two sought-after criminals and they no longer are a part of Task Force 141.
—Why? –asks Amy, frowning confused.
—They killed Lieutenant General Shepherd, a hero. And this is the last thing I'll say of this theme. Fall out! –order Captain before he starts to leave the hangar.
When Captain Miles left the building, Ozone approaches Amy with a serious expression. She raises her eyes and focuses it on him, alert.
—Why are you looking for Captain MacTavish? –he asks. Amy doesn't ignore that he said «Captain MacTavish » instead of «ex-Captain MacTavish » or, simply, «MacTavish».
—That's only my own matter –she icily answers.
—Calm down, babe –Ozone raises his hands in a peaceful gesture–. It's just a question. We were under his orders; and we were… disappointed with him when we knew that he and Captain Price killed Shepherd.
—I have another question for you –Meat intervenes–. Do you have any relation with Gary Sanderson?
—Yeah, he was my older brother –Amy nods–. He talked me about you, guys; but I haven't seen any photograph of you.
—We felt his death very much –says Archer, sadly–. All of us were in the same mission… we found him and Ghost too.
Amy doesn't say a word, but she nods with understanding.
—Is that the reason why you're here? –asks a third man–. Sorry, I'm Peasant.
—Aha, one of them –she makes a strange smile–. But those aren't your incumbency. What can you tell me about MacTavish?
—He's a great man, serious, competent… a good Captain –the man that hadn't said anything until now shakes his head, disappointed–. I want to believe that he killed Shepherd for a good reason…
—Robot is right, Captain MacTavish isn't the kind of man who makes injustices –Ozone agrees.
—So, you don't know where is he, right? –Amy sighs–. And, if you know it, you aren't going to say me.
—That's right –Meat smiles–. All in all, what's your name?
—Amy, Amy Sanderson –she answers.
—No, your real name –points Robot with a smile.
In that moment, Amy realizes that all of them have shown up with theirs nicknames. She smiles too and says:
—Hawk, my name's Hawk.
—That's it! –Ozone laughs–. Now, with the done presentations, do you like to take a beer with us? The mission doesn't begin to ten.
—The fact is that you want to go drunk to the mission? –asks she, keeping a straight face.
—With only a beer? No way! –Ozone pretends to be offended–. Is necessary some more than a beer to make me drunk.
—That sounds good; going to take a beer, I mean –she nods.
The little group leaves the hangar laughingly, but Amy was thinking in other things. The words that her older brother said once, comes to her mind:
—In the event that you have problems, you attend to MacTavish; he'll help you without hesitation knowing you're my sister.
But, at that time, MacTavish was one of the most wanted people of the planet; how did he be going to give a hand to her to explain her brother's death? Now, Amy hasn't anybody that helps her, so she would have to begin searching clues on she's own.
Nevertheless, she maintains her good humor in that aspect. She would look for the responsible one belonging to the murder of his brother and, when she find him, she would kill him.