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"Did you do as I requested?"
Long black hair with rainbow streaks peeking throughout the underneath layer was tossed over one shoulder with a smooth flick of the wrist. "Of course. I must admit, it doesn't look too good. Not one single person on the team even realized they were being observed. Is that the reason I'm being called in?"
The man on the left shook his head in the negative fashion, while the man on the right gripped onto the edge of the small table. Turbulence seemed to set him on edge.
The girl once again spoke, clicking her tongue in annoyance. "Gentleman, I know you have a need for secrecy in the line of work that you do. Trust me, I get it. But, the fact of the matter is this... You," she said pointing a long black fingernail at the calmer man, " You are the one that hunted me down and requested this. My ass was happy in the hawaiian island sipping mai ti's on the beach. I owed you a favor, and agreed to pay it off by coming back in for this assignment. I can't do the job properly without being filled in with some details."
The man to her right was still holding his white-knuckled grip onto the table, but managed to nod his head in approval. "I agree Hotch, she does really need to know why I pulled this favor. You requested the best, I delivered. Now you need to explain it to her."
The man on the left, Hotch, seemed to debate internally before complying with the request. A beige file folder was pushed across the desk towards her. "As you can tell, my team is damn good at their jobs," he began. "Unfortunately, there is someone in an outside unit that is gunning for us. I'm not certain if the goal is to kill one of us, or just break the team apart. That is what we need you for. Any suggestions?"
The girl flipped the folder opened, shuffling through the thirty or so odd pages in quick fashion while ignoring the over-head voice announcing the plane would be landing in twenty minutes.
"Only ever seen one other person read that fast," Rossi said softly, aiming the comment more towards Hotch.
He murmered a slight "mhm," under his breath, but remained silent while waiting for the girl to speak.
The folder was shut slowly. "I think it would be best to do it this way..."
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"The opposing team is already in the building," Hotch announced, shrugging his shoulder to get his automatic weapon better situated on his shoulder. It was hanging down past his waist, but kept getting caught on one of the velcro straps of his vest. "Now pay attention guys. The teams are NOT evenly divided up. Inside, there are over twenty players, so to make things fair, we have one addition to our group. Our tactical gear is obviously black. It is our own gear that we wear out in the field. The opposite taem is wearing their own gear also. The colors are black and purple. Now, we have lent one of our FBI vest to the addition to our team just to stop any confusion. Try not to shoot our own team, yeah?"
Hotch looked around, waiting for head nods and "affirmatives," to be mumbled out. JJ, Morgan, Dr' Reid, Hotch, Rossi, and one other person were already suited up and ready to roll.
The entire team was on high alert, readly to go into the building and knock down targets. The only thing out of place was the one addition to the team. Each member was giving subtle glances, looking up, then sideways to catch a glimpse of the figure standing by themself against the far wall.
"Hotch, we good to go?" Morgan finally asked, adjusting his ear piece to sit more firmly.
Hotch glanced around, almost giving the go-ahead before his gaze came to rest on the single person at the wall. Thumb hooked into thumbs, they wiggled each finger in a movement similar to making a shadow puppet.
"Right," he amended quickly. "Guys, listen up. Since this is just a drill, there are a few quick things to remember. The guns have paintball pellets in them, so don't act like your going to die if you get shot. No melodramatics or screaming if you get hit. Our color is neon green. The opposite team has vibrent red color. Yes, it will look like blood, but it was the only color available besides dark blue. Blue wouldn't show up on our vests.
"Also," he added quickly, "If there does happen to be a problem, a serious problem the needs immediate attention, the code word is BUTTERFLY. Got it? If ANYONE yells the code word, immediately stop what you are doing, stay exactly where you are no matter where that is, and drop your weapon into it's sling. Do NOT move from your location until your given the all-clear."
A few laughs were given, along with slight hushed murmers within the team about how silly the code word is.
"Hotch, I don't want to sound rude or step out of place, but shouldn't we know who the other person is on our team?" JJ finally asked, earning thankful looks from the team. No one else wanted to speak up about it first.
Hotch chanced a glance towards the mysterious person, but managed to avert his gaze to Rossi. Rossi was the one who answered. "After the game, all will be revealed," he teased. "They are wearing a face mask for anonimity, but I will tell you this. The person standing before you is THEE best undercover sniper that I have ever seen. It was a personal favor of mine that they come out and join us with this. Try to sluth out any problems that our team might have and let us know how better to improve our group as a whole. If by chance, something is found, we will work on it."
"We are allowed to communicate with each other, right?" Morgan questioned.
"Of course," Hotch admitted.
"So what do we call them?" Reid piped up, running his hands along his vest as a last minute check of his gear.
At this, everyone looked at both Hotch and Rossi, but both men turned their focus to the new addition. Rossi was the one that answered. "Call sign RAINE. Any other questions for now?"
Curious glances were once again given, but nothing was said out loud. Hotch gave the go-ahead, and JJ too point at the door. "Three. Two. One..."
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"This is sooo unfair," Garcia's voice spoke up through each person's ear piece. "I should have been allowed to join in on this. When will I ever get a chance to be out in the field with you guys without the possibility of really getting injured?"
Morgan gave a deep grumble of a laugh. "Baby Girl, try to stay focused for us, yeah? We still have six targets hiding in here."
Hotch joined in. "Garcia, we're down to four players. Your monitoring us. How about giving us some useful advice. Notice anything that will help us next time?"
"Not so far sir, but like I said previously when the game begain, each team has their own unique style, plus they were allowed to go in ahead of time and scope the building out to get the layout and hiding positions. I guess that's like real life tho, right?" she gave a small chuckle at the end. "I'll keep observing."
Rossi was the first one to get tagged, blood red paint splattered all over his right shoulder. JJ was the next, three seperate shots peppered across her chest and stomach. Both members were sitting outside of the building at the mock command center, watching the rest of thir team over Garcia's shoulder. Every few minutes, one or two of the opposite team that were tagged out would come over and make small talk, watching the monitors along with them and chuckling.
"He's good," one remarked, gesturing towards the lone figure on the screen. "I would guess secret service or marines."
Rossi stayed silent, a small smirk hovering on his lips.
JJ stared at the screen, head tilted as she observed. "What I don't get is, your team is used to training with us," she said, talkng to the man next to her. "That means that even tho it's a different style, all of you would have some similarities with our team. This guy doesn't. See how the first thing he does is look up? Before even sweeping the room, he looks up and scans the ceilings."
"Maybe he's used to his normal team covering his back?" Garcia asked, right hand clicking furiously to switch between cameras with each step the team took inside.
"Guys, this isn't helping," Reid remarked inside. "We can hear everything you are saying. Anything helpful you want to add? Remeber, this guy is on our side, and took out 11 of the opposite team. Cut him some slack."
"Sorry, junior G-man," Garcia rambled, a slight blush fusing her cheeks. "I forgot we were on an open line. By my estimate, you have three more rooms to check, and six more unsub-...wait, scratch that. Three more to find," she said, slightly breathless with awe. "Man, that Raine guy is awesome. You go man," she practically shouted, watching as three more targets were taken out.
Morgan chuckled once again at Garcia's outburst, careful to cover Hotch's back. Reid pulled the next door opened and leaned back, letting the others storm into the next room before following behind Raine. He had to admit, the new guy on thier team was a damn good sniper. Rossi deserved a ton of thanks for bringing him in to help them do their 6 month training.
"Morgan," a muffled voice spoke, "Seven o'clock."
Morgan spun, pelting an opposing team member with paint fire. Bright green splatter showed up right over the heart area. "Thanks Raine," he said.
Thirteen people were still shuffling along outside, watching the monitors and making small talk. The others that were tagged out were further away at the snack tables, eatting and getting drinks.
Back inside, Raine was getting annoyed. It wasn't that she didn't want to be there. Quite the opposite actually. She was having a blast. After being on a break for so long, it was good to feel a gun in her hand again, and having that farmiliar heavy weight of her tactical suit on again.
No, she was annoyed at all the chatter in her ear. "this guy is good. No, that guy is..." Blah. Blah. Blah. Even in full gear, they had to be able to tell that she was a girl, right? She was only 5'2, weight possibly a buck twenty at most.
A cold chill ran down her spine suddenly, her focus going up towards the ceiling through the doorway to the right of her. A soft click of a weapon being armed was heard past the soft footfalls around her.
She ran forward, grabbing the tall, skinny guy in front of her and pulling him to her left side. "BUTTERFLY!" she screamed, shoving Reid back against the wall and making him fall on his ass.
Hotch and Morgan immediately stopped what they were doing, letting their weopons fall to their sides to swing on the shoulder rigs. The three other targets stood up, weapons also swinging freely by their sides. Two were behind the far wall, one was up towards the ceiling, kneeling on a beem running the length of the room.
"Raine." Hotch's deep voice ran out. "What's wrong? Can we move?"
"Stay still," she said. "Don't move. No one move."
A soft gasp from Garcia came through the ear pieces. "Holy smokes.. The voice...She's a girl!"
"Garcia," she coughed, pulling the top of her face mask and letting her long hair fall around her body. THe bottom part followed, being pulled down around her neck to finally reveal her face. "Everyone outside, grab your real weapons. There's a rogue in here."
A few people shouted, tons of pistols and .35's being grabbed and armed outside while Garcia furiously started typing and clicking away.
"No one else enter the building. Stay outside," Raine repeated. "Just be ready if they flee."
She was hunched down, body still facing out towards the room as she observed everyone in sight. "Hotch, take three big steps to your right until your out of sight from the hallway. Morgan, the same to your left. Dude up in the rafters, stay where you are, but try to aim for the hallway and give cover. The other two, make you way over here as fast as you ca-"
Her voice cut off, body falling limply back against the wall. She would have fallen all the way to the floor, but suprisingly strong arms caught her and pulled her down across another body, cradling her to their chest.
A sharp intake of breath was heard over the mic's, followed by a frantic voice. "Armor-piercing rounds. Guys, she's been shot twice!" Reid screamed, jumping to action. He laid her out along the floor beside him, careful to stay away from the doorway as he made quick work of unfastening her vest.
"Stop. STOP Reid," she begged, trying to sit up. "HOTCH, 1 O'clock!"
Both Morgan and Hotch aimed towards the doorway while Raine shoved Reid back against the wall. A round of shots rang out before sudden silence.
"Garcia, anything?" Morgan barked out, eyes scanning as far into the other rooms as they could.
"No...No nothing," she replied slightly breathless. "There isn't even a heat signature coming from any other place but the room all of you are in. What should I do? What should I do? Someone tell me what to do!"
"Quiet," Raine gasped out, pushing herself to the side closest to the doorway. "Everyone go radio silent. I need absolute quiet," she whispered, not able to raise her voice any louder.
It was hard, and hurt like a bitch, but she managed to lean forward, grabbing a clip from her left boot that held actual rounds inside of it before popping the paint clip out of her extra .35 and sliding in the real one.
She leading back once again, pressing her back again the wall as hard as she could, letting her head fall sideways so her ear was pressed against the wall.
She did quite a few things simultaniously. First, she tapped Reid on his leg, motioning his to lean back away from her. Second, she pressed the barrel of the gun a fraction of a breath away from the wall, moving it up, then down, then slightly left and right as she listened.
"Garcia," Raine mumbled, control your breathing or get off the line. I need to listen."
A small click in her ear told her that Garcia switched off the Com's. It seemed like hours, but in reality, only took about twenty seconds. She got to her knees slowly, ear still pressed against the wall listening intently before she fired 4 rapid shots through the plaster of the wall right above her left temple.
A soft thud was heard, followed by a metalic clatter and one further shot.
Raine let out a soft gasp as she dropped to the floor. Bright red blood splatter running down her chest to mix with the stomach wound.
"Hotch," she whispered out, trying as hard as she could to keep her eyes opened. "Hotch, I found your problem. We got hi-"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was a random idea that I had for a few weeks. After it wouldn't leave my brain, I jotted it down. Leave some love. Let me know if anyone would be interested in a few more chapters instead of leaving it as a one-shot.