As we drove, McGregor handed me four files, which I took.
"These are the agents you are going to be working with." He said, "I believe you already know them."
Puzzled, I opened the first file, and saw that it contained a picture of a white fox with red fur around her eyes.
"Luna." I said as I looked over her file. I did remember having a crush on her when I was younger. She was an excellent marksman, and an expert in melee combat. Her standard weapon load out was a PSG1 sniper rifle, UMP45 sub machine gun, and a USP45 pistol
The second file I opened had a picture of a black fox.
"Milena" I said. She excelled in close quarters combat, and preferred to use a Remington 870MCS, an MP5 and a P99 pistol.
I then took a look at the third file; it was of a blue and white fox.
"Krystal" I said. Her specialties were melee combat, and firearms. Her favored weapon load out was an AR-15, an MP9, and a SIG P220.
I looked at the last folder, and saw Owen's picture. I didn't need to read his file to know where his expertise lay: heavy weapons and explosives. He usually carried an MG4, a desert eagle, C4 and breaching Charges.
Within minutes we arrived at Rainbow Six HQ. We walked through the two large double doors at the front of the building, past the reception desk (this particular HQ moonlights as an office building, but all of the staff are trained killers and have at least one gun either on their person or hidden somewhere in their cubicles). We then entered an elevator and McGregor pressed the button for the fifteenth floor.
"The Cornerians already know that they are going to be working with Owen and one other agent. What they don't know is that it's going to be you." He said.
"How come you guys haven't told them?" I asked.
"We wanted it to be a bit of a surprise since you haven't seen each other for about ten years."
When we reached the fifteenth floor, we turned left and proceeded directly down the hallway towards a large briefing room. When we reached the door, McGregor opened it silently and I slipped inside. I looked around the room and noticed that Bishop was at the front of the room talking about various Six policies, and that Owen and the cornerians all had their backs to me. They were too busy listening to Bishop to notice that I had entered the room, so I walked up directly behind Luna, placed my hands on the back of her seat, and waited. I didn't have to wait long before she got tired of listening to Bishop and said "Enough of this. Where is this fifth operative? Is he even coming at all?"
"As a matter of fact, he's already here." Replied Bishop
"Where?" Luna asked.
"Right behind you." was Bishop's reply.
Everyone turned around. As soon as she saw me, Luna's eyes went as wide as dinner plates.
"Holy fucking shit!" she exclaimed as she jumped out of her chair and hugged me, "Brandon?"
"Who else?" I asked as she hugged me tighter, "Now, if you don't mind I'd actually like to breathe now."
"Sorry." she said.
"What has happened to you these past ten years?" Krystal asked.
"Indeed, I too would like to know." added Milena.
"I'll talk about that later" I replied, "but right now we should get on with this briefing." At that everyone returned to their seats, and I took mine next to Luna. Bishop walked over to a projector and turned it on. A picture of a man with shoulder length, curly brown hair appeared on the screen at the front of the room.
"This is Maxim Kharkov." said Bishop, "He is a well known businessman, weapons smuggler, and possible terrorist. He's smuggled everything from handguns to full on nukes and ballistic missiles. We know that he smuggles the weapons to countries around the world as well as to Corneria. What we want to know is where these weapons and drugs are going, and who is receiving them both here on earth and on Corneria. We believe that he is also the mastermind of a string of recent recent attacks in London, Paris, and Russia among others. All of the people that were captured in relation to these attacks were connected to Kharkov in some way, but soon after being captured they either escaped and were never seen again, or were murdered in prison." Then Bishop showed us a picture of a gray haired man with a couple of scars running down each cheek, one ran from just below his left eye socket to his chin and the other ran from the base of his nose to the bottom right corner of his jaw. They looked like they had been caused by a relatively small knife, probably a switchblade of some sort.
"This man is known a Tom 'Rocky' Hannigan. He is one of Kharkov's right hand men, and is wanted for sixty three murders across the globe. He got his nickname due to the way he killed some of his victims; by smashing their faces in with rocks the size of his head." He then showed us a picture of a Caucasian man with short black hair, and a black goatee.
"This is Derrik Simone, Kharkov's second right hand man. We think he is the one who organizes the weapons deals. He has a record that consists mostly of racketeering, and drug and weapons dealing." Bishop then began to talk about the 'business' the three ran.
"Their drug cartel runs through many countries, and is directly responsible for approximately thirty to forty percent of the world's drugs and weapons trade. In the last six months alone they have sold over one hundred and sixty million dollars in drugs, one Intercontinental Ballistic Missile, one thousand AK-47s, over one hundred Surface to air missiles and hundreds of thousands of handguns. We want you to find as much information as possible on their operation in any way you can without attracting attention. We will start conducting raids on any places involved once we receive their location, and details of their importance to the smuggling ring. Ideally, we want to take all three men alive, so Earth's governments and the cornerian government have signed MGSAWs however; if they cannot be taken alive then all of the governments involved have also signed MGSDWs, so you will all get paid handsomely either way. We have set you up with someone in Kharkov's organization in the city of Newport, he thinks you're just some of the multitudes that want to join his crew, but he'll be in for a rude awakening. We know that he will be at the Newport Arena in a few hours. Now, could you all please wait outside the room? I need to speak to Caswell for a minute." They left, and I approached Bishop.
"Sir?" I asked.
"Caswell, the men who killed your family are in Kharkov's gang as well. The government has led them to believe that if they rat out Kharkov then they will be pardoned. However, they do not know that even if they do give him to us they will not get their freedom because we have managed to connect them to nine other murders." Bishop said.
"So what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to do all you can to make sure that they don't make it out of there alive. This is only a secondary objective though, and should only be completed if the opportunity presents itself."
"Yes sir." I replied, and with that I left the briefing room and rejoined the rest of the team. Once we were outside HQ, we looked around and saw a Chevrolet Suburban waiting for us. We barely had time to get in before the drive started to move the vehicle. Krystal was the first to say anything.
"So Brandon, how is your family these days?"
"Well, I don't know how to say this, but they are dead." I looked around the vehicles at everyone's expressions. Owen was stone faced because he already knew about what had happened, but everyone else had expressions of shock etched onto their faces,
"H-how?" asked Milena.
"They were all killed by a couple of no good fucking criminals." I replied
"Even Jenny, and Sean?" Luna asked with tears forming in her eyes.
"Even them." I said.
Eager to gain as much information as I was willing to give out, Krystal then asked "What happened that day?"
I proceeded to recount the story of my family's murders, my stay in the hospital, and my some of training with Six. I even told them of my first mission with Owen, and how I had hit the Bermudan general in between the eyes from over five hundred feet away. I also told them the most basic details of a few other missions I had been on.
Before long we had reached the airport, bought our tickets, and were on our way to Newport. During the flight we talked about things like politics, pop culture, and we even reminisced about old times.
"Do any of you guys remember the time we snuck into Brandon's school and toilet papered all the hallways and classrooms?" Krystal said.
"Oh yeah." Milena and Luna said.
"That was you guys?" I asked, "I got grounded for that, not to mention I had to clean it up!"
"Well, you probably wouldn't have been blamed if you weren't the school troublemaker." Milena said.
Soon, we landed and rented a couple of vehicles, a Chevrolet Cruze and a Ford Fusion. Krystal, Luna and I climbed into the Cruze while Owen and Milena drove the Fusion. After several minutes we arrived at the Newport Arena. We got out of our vehicles and started looking around. At first nothing seemed to stick out, but I soon saw a man with a white hoodie standing near the entrance.
"This must be our guy." I said. We started to walk up to him, but we had no idea of the adventure we were about to embark on.
A/N: If anyone has any ideas for the story's plot, let me know and I'll see if I can include them.
