I'm here and I brought a gift with me!
This is a new - bigger - project. It's partly and loosely based on Ghost Recon Wildlands (thank you UBISOFT). I hope you enjoy it and leave a comment, tell me what you think. This story is partly beta read (thank you OutSwanQueen!)
"The drone is up." Emma whispered through her earpiece. "Marking the captain." A voice whispered, muffled.
Emma slowly raised her assault rifle, looking through the riflescope.
She breathed calmly, pointing the red dot of her gun at the captain's head.
She pressed the trigger, and the captain fell to the ground.
Emma breathed out, her body relaxing. "I think we're clear." The ghost whispered, glancing at his leader, Emma 'Savior' Swan who was laying just a few feet away in the dirt.
"Yeah, I think so. Let's move in, you guys ready?" Emma asked, slowly getting to her feet.
Three voices agreed to her plan. Those of Hoyt, Ryker and Kozik—her Ghost Team.
Emma pressed the little button on her earpiece, dialing the number of her Staff Sergeant and CIA undercover agent, Natalie Mitchell.
"This is Savior; we've infiltrated all the guards around the building. We're ready to move in." Emma reported, while her watchful eyes scanned the area around them.
"Grab O'Neill, I do not want him harmed in any way, okay. We will take this goddamn cartel down, tonight! Gather as much intel, as you can, but you need to move fast—be out of there before they send any more reinforcements. Well, that's what's left of it." Mitchell laughed in amusement. Then to the rest of them, "Great work, team." "Oh, and Savior...once we're done here in Ireland, how about we go out and grab a drink?" The Agent chuckled.
Emma was momentarily taken aback, while her three colleagues quietly laughed—hearing the entire conversation over their own earpieces.
"Umm, sure…But let's get this over with, first." Emma laughed nervously, shaking her head at the boys.
"Mitchell out!" The line cracked.
"The sergeant's got the hots for you!" Hoyt teased her, his eyes twinkling, although half of his face was covered by a bandana wrapped around it and Emma couldn't really see it.
"Very funny. Check your gear, guys." Emma commanded, reloading both her rifle and machine gun.
Her gloved hand reached into her breast pocket, as she pulled out a slightly crumpled old picture.
The blonde stared at it with sad eyes—missing her every goddamn second for the last ten years. But it's been her ritual ever since; whenever they were about to move in, she would look at this picture.
Flashback: 10 Years Ago
She would do it! Today! Emma sucked in a sharp breath, bracing herself for what was about to come. She looked over to her, and was just amazed. Regina was basically glowing! The brunette had just received the great news that she was accepted to attend the Harvard Business School.
"Emma, Emma!"
The blonde's eyes shot up, looking at the brunette girl who walked, gleaming, towards her—waving the letter in her hands.
"Hey, Regina, I heard…Mom told me, that's so great…I'm so happy for you!" Emma smiled briefly.
"Thank you. What's up with you? You seem…sad?" Regina noticed and of course, she would. They had been best friends since kindergarten.
"Nah, I'm just… Look, there's something I gotta tell you… Can we maybe, sit down for a second?" Emma hesitantly asked, glancing at the bench.
"Absolutely." Regina agreed, walking to the wooden bench.
"We have been friends for a veeery long time now, and…you're the one I'm the most comfortable with." Emma began, barely looking at Regina—this was tough.
"I've come to realize during the last few years, that I'm in love with you—in…in a romantic way." Emma swallowed, slowly looking up at Regina.
The brunette looked surprised, and shocked.
"I…I don't know what to say…I didn't know, Emma…" The brunette rasped, running her hands through her dark brown hair.
Emma nodded, swallowing again—but this time a big lump seemed to be stuck in her throat.
"I value you and our friendship… But…I don't feel this way about you." Regina carefully said, insecurely looking at Emma.
A flash of hurt crossed Emma's face and she looked down at her sweaty palms.
"Yeah…you know… No problem… Uh, it's late… I gotta go." Emma stuttered, jumping to her feet.
"Emma, wait…no, don't run…" Regina called after her, but the blonde darted for the parking lot and was gone.
"I don't want to ruin this…" The brunette whispered for no one to hear.
Emma did run—as far as way as possible. She left Storybrooke and went to the police academy.
After being recruited by the CIA for her outstanding skills, Emma went undercover. Since then, she's been leading Operation "Ghost"—a sanctioned outfit that does not exist—not for anyone else except for the CIA.
On several occasions, Emma has been in touch with her family, never telling them anything about her real work. To them, she is a simple police officer in Boston.
Present Day
"Buckle up, guys. It's go time!" Emma instructed, grabbing her gun, adjusting the bandana around her face.
They slowly crept around the building, as Emma slightly leaned around the entrance—glancing into the clubhouse.
"Eyes on O'Neill…" She whispered. "Guard the three other entrance doors, I'm moving in."
She didn't make a single sound when she snuck into the room, crouching behind the elder man, who was oblivious to their presence.
Emma took in a deep breath and stood—holding her gun to his temple. "Don't move..." She whispered dangerously, pressing the gun harder against the man's head.
"What do you want?" O'Neill asked, his accent thick and oh, so Irish.
Emma ignored his question, eyes scanning his desk. Hoyt and Ryker walked to her, grabbing whatever they could carry while Kozik continued guarding the door.
"Okay, let's go…" Emma ordered, while she was tying O'Neill's hands behind his back, yanking him onto his feet.
"I have rights, you know! You can't do this to me—what is this bollocks?" Hey angrily shouted, as Emma kicked him in the knee.
"Shut the fuck up." She growled.
They quickly walked out of the clubhouse, while Emma guided O'Neill to their big SUV.
She pushed the man into the car and onto the backseat, while Hoyt took the driver's seat.
Natalie Mitchell leaned threateningly over Fergus O'Neill, while waving a thick folder of files at him.
"So…you're telling me that this isn't the main chapter of your drug and gun cartel?"
O'Neill laughed a dirty, humorless laugh. "Oh, you foolish, girl. You really believe taking me down will change anything? We're all over the world, Miss–"
"Mitchell… We searched his stuff…" Kozik interrupted, O'Neill's Laptop in his hands.
"Apparently there are some ties in the US; they monitor drugs and guns through a town called Storybrooke." The man continued explaining, eyes roaming over the screen.
"What? Oh, well...it looks like Operation 'Dirty Whisky' is not over yet. Thanks to the Savior for hacking your server, you foolish old man." She spat at O'Neill, who looked distraught at the woman.
Emma left the little bathroom of the safe house, as she re-wrapped the bandana around her face once again.
"Hey, the Operation is not over… We're going to the states." Ryker exclaimed, scratching his scruffy chin.
"What? Where?" Emma asked in disbelief. "Town called Storybrooke. Never heard of it. Guess that's their advantage, though." He shrugged, taking off his weapons slowly, very careful with them.
Emma paled. She rubbed her tired eyes, swallowing hard. "I need to talk to Mitchell…"