Game Winning Kill

A team of five elite counterterrorism specialists were hand selected from the best military units in the world. Their mission: to seize and occupy a replica pagoda castle built atop a Japanese high-rise and, at any and all costs, protect a container holding top secret and highly classified biological materials (better known as orange Kool-Aide).

The band readied themselves for the oncoming assault of five other equally skilled operatives, but their defense was not to be.

Although a genius in the Lab, Jack "Pulse" Estrada was, unfortunately, a klutz. When Opfor drones began to probe their perimeter, he tripped, hitting the speed dial on his phone and promptly detonating his IED. And thus, the merry band of five was cut down to three.

They put up a valiant defense, but sadly the numbers were not on their side. Three quickly became two, and although they fought as hard as they could, two became one. But even though the assaulters had the numbers, the defenders had a god.

When the match of 2vs2 changed to 1vs2, Alexsandr hardly felt a drop of sweat on his brow. He stood fast at the objective, armored panels up, and trusty DP28 mounted and loaded. He aimed his light machine gun at the only unprotected door and waited, listening to the sporadic gunfire and footsteps circling around him. All was tranquil in the room, him, his gun, the shattered bits of wall decorations thrown aside to barricade the walls, were all as if they were frozen in time. It was as still as the eye of a hurricane.

A head poked around the door and he fired. The large caliber rounds pulverizing anything in their path, but sadly that was the problem. Although high quality Soviet munitions could do almost anything, and the rounds would have been more than sufficient, their target had the ability to distort reality around her.

Ash sprinted from her peeking position and rushed forward, bullets seemingly changing trajectory and defying physics to avoid her. She dove to the ground, squeezing the trigger and supplying a burst of flying lead of her own, and when all was said and done she stood over the body of a fallen god.

Lord Tachanka bowed his head for he knew that he had been beat, but took the punishment with dignity as Ash danced victoriously in the glow of the defeated god. She spun, firing indiscriminately into the air as she performed Victory Squats around the corpses of the defending team. She walked in circles around the container that her team was tasked to apprehend and took her time sadistically aiming her gun at Alexsandr's head, but intentionally missing each shot of his near execution. Finally, she turned around and, still performing Victory Squats, exited the room in a one woman Conga line to enter back in a few seconds later.

Alexsandr waited, holding a tight compress against his gunshot wounds and waited for Ash to turn her back once more, for that was the opportunity that he needed. He may have been bested fair and square, but he still hand one trick left up his sleeve. With what little strength he had left, he pulled out his phone and typed in the letters N, O, W, and hit send.

Suddenly, Angela Ziegler poked her head in from the outside window. In a cheery voice she asked, "Was that my signal?" She glided through the open window, but stopped when she saw the carnage, corpses littering the floor, and her significant other lying in corner and only clinging to life. "Oh my." She said, "Better get to work!" She raised her left hand, and in a loud clear voice declared, "Heroes never die!"

Ass first, Ash reentered the room hopping backwards with each thrust of her buttocks. Although the overseer announced that they had less than ten seconds to capture the mysterious biological compound, she gave no heed for she knew that all she had to do was be within the room before the timer reached zero. She was about half way into the room and mid twerk when a stranger clearing their throat caught her attention. She turned, seeing the entire defending team standing right next to her with weapons at the ready.

"LMG, mounted and loaded." Sayeth the Lord. A chorus of gunfire sang out and did not stop until there was nothing left of the attacker besides a blood-soaked military hat and a bloodstained pair of aviators on the floor.

With that nuisance taken care of Angela unplugged her ears and smiled as she turned to address Alexsandr and his four other cohorts. "Hello, my name is Angela. Its good finally meet you. Alexsandr has told me so many wonderful stories about you all."

A large Frenchman jabbed his elbow into his nearby team member and, through gritted teeth and not breaking eye contact with their new addition's chest, asked "Holy shit. How do I get one of those?!"

Without hesitation, his cohort pulled out a plastic bag full of rohypnol and answered, "Drugs."

Alexsandr rested his hands atop his weapon and said, "Angela, great timing. I must say I am surprised. Did they allow you to use your old equipment once more?"

The doctor gave a sly grin, "No, but the way I see it the administrators don't have authority over me here."

The doctor was about to continue when an explosion ripped the nearby wall apart. Soon after, an equally loud voice with a tone that exceeded human vocal levels screamed, "R.E.D. ACTIVE! IF IT RUNS ON BATTERIES I. WILL. SEE. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT-." The battlecry ended as the attacker entered the room and had a run in with a sparkling golden staff.

Holding her staff like a baseball bat, Angela stood over the disoriented body of the GSG9 attacker and watched as she lie face up with her eyes spinning in circles within her balaclava's oval view hole. Angela lowered it to a more relaxed position, but still investigated the woman at her feet before turning to the defending team. In an accusatory but albeit playful voice, she asked, "Alexsandr, is this the friend that you say I remind you of?"

Lord Tachanka shrugged his shoulders and looked away. The rest of the defenders joined Mercy's gaze as they stood in amazement, for all it took was a single question to prove that even a god can blush.

From the ground, a weak whimper came again, and although disoriented, the final attacker mumbled out, "I've… spotted a bio- biohazard container…."

Returning to the disoriented woman, Mercy went behind the attacker and grabbed her by the shoulders and began dragging her back to the hole that she had made in the wall. "That's nice sveetie, but why don't I just drag you out of here and let Mercy take a look at that bump on your head, ja?"

Still reeling from her concussion, Monika "IQ" Weiss mumbled, "Okay, mommy."