CIA SAD
The SAD (Special Activities Division) is the division of the United States Central Intelligence Agency responsible for covert operations not open to the public. The division is split up between two branches, the Special Operations Group (SOG) which take up tactical paramilitary operations, and the Political Actions Group (PAG), which commit economic warfare and discourse. Tracing back to the founding of the CIA, the SAD/SOG are responsible for numerous occasions of preventing high military and political threat to the United States. Some of these missions include Targeted Killings, Counter Terrorism, Hostage Rescue, Ambushes, Raids, Cyber Warfare, Sabotages, and kidnapping.
Thanks to the covert nature of the division, they provide the US Government full ability to deny any or all knowledge of their objective. They are considered the most secretive special operation forces in the United States, if not the world. Their exact numbers, objectives, missions, and current operations are not available for disclosure.
Real Name - Isaac Meza
Codename - X-ray
Nationality - American
Organization - CIA SAD
Position - Defender
Birthplace - Wrightwood, California
Birthdate - March 2nd (36)
Appearance - Isaac has a defined face that's covered by a thick stubble and focused with signs of aging across his face, with worry lines forming in his brow ridge and crows feet. His complexion is more light tan that compliments his Hispanic heritage. Hair is black, wavy and short, brushed back to keep out of his face
Height - 6'0 (183 cm)
Weight - 182 lbs (82 kg)
Weapon - AAC Honey Badger, KSG-12 ; Glock .45
Armor - 2
Speed - 2
BIOGRAPHY
Living a simple small town life, Isaac grew up content with his upbringing by two immigrant parents from Mexico. Joining the Army straight out of high school, he participated in the War on Terror in the beginning of the conflict. Upon joining, Isaac was physically unimpressive. He barely met the weight requirements for his height, and only met the minimums of his needed physical exams. Isaac felt as though he was an inadequate soldier, who simply was the skinny kid he always was. After basic training, Isaac decided to try out for the Army's Boxing Program, classed in as a middleweight. From there, he discovered a natural talent for fighting and endurance. . He picked up the eyes of Special Forces, who also admired his clean record in his time in Iraq and Afghanistan. He picked up the moniker X-ray for his rather innate ability to find enemies behind soft walls and shooting them dead, before they entered the room.
Displaying a strong intuitive for both conflict and peacetime relationships, as well as showing discrepancy and humility, Isaac was chosen to enroll in the US Army Special Forces training course. Passing their rigorous testing, he was active in Afghanistan and Iraq for several years working with NATO and JSOC operators, conducting anti-terrorism missions. Through his experience, he's learned that a huge factor to success is the synergy of operators and forces working together. Isaac wishes that repeats from poor team handling and failed missions would not come back to his life again.
In 2005, after a nearly suicidal rescue mission of an Intelligence Agent asset in Iraq, Isaac picked up the eye of the CIA. While unconfirmed, evidence points to Agent Hilary Glass being the mission and recommended the operator to her superiors. It is believed that after the mission he was picked up by the CIA SAD, though officials documents redact any information about his recruitment, operations, and history with the CIA.
Any and all information between 2005 and now have been inked out. Only current information about his enrollment to Rainbow was that he made choice to switch over.
PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE
Professional, quiet, and friendly, X-ray believes that a team's success goes in hand with how operators feel about each other, knowing their strengths and weaknesses. As such, he values communication, friendliness, and professionalism. For him, Isaac's willingness to do whatever it takes to accomplish the mission stems from the CIA's policy about privacy and secretiveness.
Since his introduction to Rainbow, Isaac has made it known that the rivalries and dislikes between operators are bad for team harmony. He'll confront or try to dismantle any bad bridges between operators. Ironically, this causes him to develop negative relations with other operators. To many, he's considered a blessing and a nuisance, and he makes his voice known about it.
Noted to be very fond of Hilary Glass.
Gadget
The X1 Thermal Imaging Viewer, or XTI-Viewer, are redesigned quad-view panoramic thermal imaging goggles designed for special forces operators and pilots in dark and smoky areas. Allowing the user to see infrared imaging in real time and the added ability of seeing strong heat signatures through thin walls and smoke. X-ray utilizes this to counter enemy smoke grenades and dark corners where enemies could lurk
.Real Name - Hilary Glass
Codename - Clay
Organization - CIA SAD
Position - Attacker
Birthplace - West Haven, Connecticut
Birthdate - January 1st (33)
Appearance - Comparable to actress Audrey Hepburn, Hilary is a woman of small stature. Her hair is short and kempt, dark brown and wavy. She's fair skinned, and her eyes are a light gray
Height - 5'5 (165 cm)
Weight - 130 lbs (58 kg)
Weapon - AAC Honey Badger, UDP-9; Glock .45
Armor - 1
Speed - 3
Biography
Born to a family consisting of a wealthy WASP father and a French aristocrat mother, Hilary was raised to be a debutante, who understood the unspoken social class boundaries that was upheld by the upper class. Combined with a strong likeness to actress Audrey Hepburn, she was often praised for her soft beauty. Hilary lived the perfect American life, spending her days in a suburb and worrying about things like school dances and events. Growing up however, she was the opposite of her upbringing, being considered a tomboy when she was young by other parents and children, who held a special affinity for playing in the mud and defied her looks with no makeup. Like typical stereotypes of WASPs, she usually was judgmental or ignorant to others outside her social and economic class, a trait that followed her into her first years of the agency. When she finished high school, she attended Yale as a legacy and double majored in Global Affairs and Mechanical Engineering.
After graduation, she was offered a position by the CIA thanks to her superb knowledge in global politics and machinery. She joined a year later, starting off as an intern in Terrorism Analytics and Intelligence Gathering. It wasn't until in the beginnings of the War on Terror Glass would see some typical Agent action, being deployed to hot zones and gathering intelligence for JSOC. In 2005, After an intelligence mission gone wrong in Iraq, she was captured and held hostage until a Special Forces team rescued her, which is believed that Isaac Meza was part of the mission. They've developed an inseparable bond ever since. She was mentally sound, physically however, she lost over 40 pounds of her body weight, coming at a little 90 pounds. Ever since, she's developed amenorrhea and became infertile according to medical records.
This experience has a profound effect on Hilary. Her entire view on her world and her life drastically changed. Once a critic to those she deemed below her, Hilary learned that a person's true worth are by their drive and actions to accomplish their goal, valuing merit above all.
Displaying such strength and resilience throughout her career and mission, she was recommended to SAD by several operators who took part of the rescue. After she regained her physical strength back, she became a member of the clandestine division. Knowing women were a rare sight, especially in SOG, she pushes herself to prove her worth.
As with X-ray, Glass's involvement with SAD has been completely redacted. Very little is known about her time there until her switch to Rainbow, where she made the decision to switch herself.
Psychological profile
A strong opposite of X-ray, Glass is open and energetic, having a strong social magnetism. She feels that everyone should at least get along with their teammates, even if it only reaches a professional level. A known joker, she likes to plot pranks and often socializes with Dominic "Bandit" Brunsmeier over pranks.
She's very fond of of Isaac Meza, spending a rather worrying amount with him off the field. It should be noted they also spend much of their freetime together. They should be monitored so that the nature of their relationship is more defined.
Gadget
The Mudpie-BT, a product of an older college project Hilary made, but never successfully developed until the her time in the CIA. A simple design acting much like a regular breaching charge, when it explodes it releases a black substance made up of oil, mud, and clay. This blinds any nearby enemies and jams certain traps, especially electric kind. Best used as a surprise rush, her gadget is lethal to anyone who knows how to use it.
The mission was simple: liberate a CIA blacksite located on an oil rig just off the coast of Alaska. Apparently, White Masks got quite a few helicopters and boats to ambush the site, trying to free a valuable asset from interrogation. Thermite chuckled to himself, interrogation wasn't the right word, it was more like torture if it was CIA, as morbid as it be.
He looked out to the sea as the helicopter sped quickly just above it. It was cold and gray, the eternal winter of Alaska present enough. There was six others on the mission. Thatcher, Zofia, Glaz, Montagne, Capitão, and Ash, including himself. They took off from a Navy boat spending the next thirty minutes planning on what to do when they reached there. Thatcher was the one in charge of this mission, so whatever he said went.
"From what we could gather," Thatcher began, examining the EMP grenades in his hands. "There are currently two surviving agents on the rig, and one of them was able to communicate with us."
"Only two?" Zofia asked. "How many enemies?"
"We don't know yet, all we know is that one of the agents managed to secure a room with the detainee and the other managed to take the helicopter control room. They're holding a last man stand as we speak."
"That still doesn't answer her question," Thermite said. "How many enemies are there?"
"That's the thing, we don't know how many," Thatcher bluntly replied. "All the Agent was able to tell us was that she picked off a few, but that's it."
Ash rolled her eyes. "Going in nearly blind, what a great mission."
Capitão chuckled. "Even I can see how bad this mission is, and I have only one eye!"
The team laughed at the comment. Even ever-stoic Glaz cracked a smile under his mask, one can tell. It wasn't long until the humor died though, the pilot announcing the five minute mark. Thermite took out his pistol checked it aimlessly, it was already loaded and clean, but Thermite has nothing else to do. He disliked when he didn't have the ability to control of the situation. They were essentially going in blind.
"Maybe the Agent will tell us the sitrep, since we don't have much other choice," Montagne began.
The pilot interrupted the talk. "One minute."
The chopper gunner cocked back his LMG and secured it tightly to his shoulder. The helicopter finally made sight of the oil rig, hovering over the only helipad in the entire structure. Almost immediately, small-arms fire began to hit the helicopter, the damage almost insignificant. The gunner began to burst rounds into the structure as the team kicked the rope off and slide down under the cover of the gunner. The team successfully landed down at the helipad, grouping up and making their way to the helicopter control room. The room was just in front of the pad, covering most of the other visible structures and being the only way towards the actual rig. In the window, a hand called them inside. They climbed up the stairs to the room and it swung open, revealing that the other side of the room had been completely barricaded by flimsy metal sheet and furniture.
"Anyone alive?" Thermite asked, viewing the gullet riddled room and destroyed control equipment. Around the team, there was opened cans of old food and a small corner of what they didn't want to know. The Agent, who wore the simple coyote brown cargos and a navy blue windbreaker with a plate carrier system over her torso greeted them with a smile. She pulled her half mask down and stuck out a gloved hand, introducing herself.
"Glad you can make it," Hilary smiled, "I'm Agent Glass. I'm one of the agents that was stuck here. You guys Rainbow?
"Yes. Let's get moving, you'll get to know us later," Thatcher replied, scanning the area around them. Just in the other side he could see several White Mask footmen scurry across fallen equipment and barrels of oil. One wrong shot would set this entire place would go up in flames.
"There's too much oil around the place; the entire place could blow up," Thatcher muttered, peeking his head through a crack.
Hilary scoffed. "Oil barrels don't explode when shot at, the bullet traveling cools down enough for it not to reach the flash point."
"She's right," Thermite added. "Bullets don't make barrels explode."
"How the hell do you know that?" Thatcher asked.
"I majored in mechanical engineering with a focus on—"
"We're getting off topic," Ash interrupted. "Do the barrels still ignite from explosives."
"Depends really. On the safe side, no explosives until we get the Hostage out," Thermite turned off the safety to his rifle. "We should get moving."
Montagne began to pull away the barricades to the other side of the doorway before getting met with enemy fire. The bullets bounced off and ricocheted into wherever they could go. He moved forward, the operators behind him using his cover to fire back. They slowly began to take out White Masks from the landing area, expert shots taking them down for good.
"Area is clear," Hilary checked. "There's a doorway to the interior of the rig, filled with more of those baddies."
Thatcher reloaded a nearly empty mag. "How many Glass?"
"I say about twenty in total. About six gone after this little roof cleaning," she informed. "So we still got some ways down below."
"Understood. This is the plan, we don't focus on clearing rooms, we need to pick up the asset and the other agent. Only eliminate anyone who stands in the way," Thatcher turned to Hilary. "Who's the agent stick down there?"
"His name is Agent Isaac Meza, kinda tall, a little scruffy," Hilary gestured, "You'll know when you see him."
The operators looked around the entrance. The sounds of their boots scraped against the rusty and soaked metal floors of the facility, the staircase door blown wide open by a strong boot. Slowly slipping through like a snake, they descended down to the hallways, marked only by red emergency lights. Camouflage and stealth was only limited to the sound of their actions, with a red bulb lighting everything they can view.
Thatcher took point. The old Brit walked along the walls for some semblance of cover he could get, stepping over bodies of guards and oil workers alike. The rest followed the same, checking every detail in front and behind them. A body stood out from the rest, a woman wearing a bloodstained, but otherwise cleanly pressed suit laid among the corpses, eyes wide with shock. Hilary kneeled down and examined the body, closing her eyelids.
"Someone you know?" Capitão paused at the scene, the others slowing down.
"Jensen, she was from Terrorist Analytics. She was bitchy," Hilary stood up. "Didn't really know her well but we've talked a couple times."
"Keep the chatter down!" Thatcher reprimanded. "We're on the clock!"
He slid up to the corner of a hallway entrance where he heard the chatterings of two White Masks, just a few yards down the hall. Thatcher turned and signaled two enemies just up ahead. This called for silencers.
Hilary came into the front. Her weapon, the AAC Honey Badger was built with a suppressor. Thatcher already had a suppressor attached to his secondary, slowly cocking the thing back.
"Irons said that the team above lost communications with us," one of them began. "I mean the connection is shotty at best, you think they're jamming us?"
"Probably, they might know about the narco sub. Trying to prevent us from leaving with the package."
"What about the power? Irons said that the whole west wing is still darker than shit, and the new guys haven't been coming back."
"Irons is a dipshit," the other exclaimed. "He knows there's still one of those CIA guys left with the HVT. He sends in new guys anyways, it's stupid."
"Shit, this mission better be worth—argh!"
The clean sounds of the bullets traveling into their chest made no noise. Both of the White Masks dropped to the floor dead, blood seeping into the grated walkway. Thatcher signaled all clear and the team moved up ahead the hallway. They draped against the harsh red emergency lights, continuing through empty hallways. It was strange that there wasn't anymore patrols around.
When they turned to another hallway, it was yet again empty, a body of a oil worker only occupying the area. Zofia looked disdainfully at the corpse, checking his body. "Where's the rest of the workers?"
Hilary glanced at the body. "Dead, they didn't want witnesses."
Next to the worker, the body of another White Mask was still. Zofia kicked the body. "And where's the rest of you, hm?"
"Hopefully dead," Thermite remarked. He grabbed a suppressor from his pouch and slowly began attaching to his gun. "And if there's any left, we need to get quiet."
"Everyone, suppressors on!"
The rest grabbed their attachments and slid them on the cold barrels of their guns. Once again, they moved forward into the hallways, the lights now dead halfway through the west wing. They switched on their flashlights, and entered the swallowing shadows with no hesitation.
Even in the blackness of the empty halls, they didn't change their steps or had a second thoughts on their minds. Their lights beamed into abandoned corners, revealing mangled and damaged bodies from only hours before.
Ash cursed under her breath as her footing caught between the torso of a guard and the floor. "We nearly there?"
Hilary turned the corner and quickly peeled, seeing nothing. "The west wing is where we held the detainee, and where Isaac is—"
"Agent Meza, right?" Montagne asked, leading the point with his Le Roc.
"Yes," Hilary hesitated. "Agent Meza, he should be somewhere further into the sector. If he was smart he'd already killed the detainee."
The comment made a few of the operators turn to stare at the agent. It was a little casual of her talking killing an unarmed, essentially passive hostage. She scoffed at the reactions, keeping her page slow and quiet. "We do things different in the Agency."
Capitão chuckled. "Yeah, MK Ultra already tells us."
"Quiet," Montagne held up his fist. The team went dead silent as they heard quiet creaking amongst the metal floors, but their lights finding nothing. They readied their weapons, fingers climbing onto the triggers. The creaking became more frequent, and closer. Moving up to the next hallway, the room it lead too seemed more like a large office than an oil rig station. The room was empty not counting the desks and computers laying about.
A shot echoed out through the room before another flurry of bullets whipped and snapped past. Everyone took cover as they returned fire to the now exposed White Masks from the other side of the room.
Papers and electronics exploded into tiny pieces. Bullets hit nothing but walls in the first few seconds. Thatcher was quick to react, he aimed his sights on a White Mask. A quick burst made the walls behind him splatter red, tumbling to the ground motionless. "Capitão, shoot a smoke! Glaz, you too!"
"On it," He pulled back the bow for his crossbow. "Firing!"
Glaz pulled the pin. "Tossing a smoke!"
The room, lit with flashlights and gunfire became gray and misty. Confusion settled among the team until they huddled next to each other, forcing themselves to fit within the extension of Le Roc. Montagne planted it firmly to the ground, his eyes peering through the smoke. Glaz switched over to his thermal scope and saw the hazy yellow figures of the White Masks. There was easily a dozen of them, quickly scanning around the thick smoke.
Glaz nearly pulled the trigger when he saw one of the White Masks sides explode from gunfire. He scanned around, yet another White Mask crumpled after his heat went out from a bullet.
They began to shout in panic as they fired randomly into the area, all for nothing. Another one put down, followed by another, then another. Their former yellow versions becoming full and gray in Glaz's scope.
Thatcher ducked as a random bullet flee "What the hell is going on?!"
Glaz's scope picked up another White Mask being killed by gunfire. Once he fell over dead, the last one tried to run away into the next room. Glaz stopped him with a single well placed shot in the direct side of his head, thrown over carelessly. Another heat figure showed up in the smoke, aiming directly at Glaz, a pair of quad goggles covering his eyes. The sniper's crosshairs aimed directly at his face, ready to pull the trigger. The other man must've sensed it, shouting at the team as soon as the smoke began to fade.
"Hilary, mind telling your friend to stand down?"
Hilary scoffed, before lowering her weapon. "Everyone, meet X-ray, or Agent Meza. Weapons down."
Cautiously, everyone's weapons aimed towards the floor. Flashlights began to be casually lift up from their hands, finding X-rays figure in the darkness. Just like Hilary, he was wearing casual clothing that was simply strapped on with military gear, a plate carrier and a helmet fitting over a rancher jacket and simple jeans. When the lights hit his face, Isaac immediately let out a pained response, covering his eyes before lifting up his thermal Viewer. "Fuck, you could've warned me!"
Hilary broke through the team's wall and casually walked to him. He tried to look at who was coming, his eyes watering and blinking as he tried to refocus. "Isaac, where's the detainee?"
"Dead, with the rest of the bastards," he groaned out, his eyes blinking rapidly, getting adjusted to the shine of the lights and surroundings. "I had to shoot him. He tried to escape when one of those White Mask attacked me."
Hilary sighed, a hand resting on his shoulder for a brief second. Only then she realized that there was others present, and her hand quickly slipped away to her side. "Then that's that. Let's go."
Thermite started to chuckle in disbelief. "Wait wait now hold on a second, so the detainee is dead?"
"We can cry later," Thatcher barked. "Our mission was to rescue these two."
Hilary gave a coy smile. "And we appreciate the thought."
There was an awkward silence before Thatcher took control of the empty space. "Call back the chopper and tell them the area is secure and we have the packages. The area is secure, Agent?"
He motioned to Isaac. The agent replied with a curt nod. "That was all of them."
"Let's get the fuck out of here then."
The helicopter ride back to the Navy boat was quick, but the passengers had little to say after the rather simple extraction. Little casualties, little action, decent reward. Hilary sat next to Isaac in the helicopter, to the eye of anyone it was rather close, but no one chose to bring it up.
"We appreciate the rescue, really," Hilary shouted, over the sound of the helicopter blades. "Rainbow seems pretty capable."
"We're the best of the best, no matter what we get the job done," Thermite replied. "You two did great too, might even consider recommending you to Six."
"Believe us, we don't need recommendation," Isaac replied soon. "When we want it, we'll see you the day after."
"Oh, pretty confident are ya," Thermite chuckled. "Kinda hope you do, we can always need more hands on board."
"Do you guys see as much action?" Hilary asked.
Capitão pulled out the lit cigar from his mouth, a hearty laugh letting sweet smoke escape. "You bet your ass we do."
Hilary made a considering glance to Isaac. He reciprocated, with a slight smirk and scoff to follow. Hilary smiled, her doe-like features more pronounced than ever. "We'll consider it."
"They always say yes," Thermite chuckled. He held out his hand, his burned hands covered loosely by makeshift bandages. "Welcome to the team."
First chapter done! What'd you guys think, pretty decent?
Next chapter will introduce one of the submissions for Rainbow. I'm still accepting CTUs and such, feel free to apply, rules are in the first chapter and the app is on profile for copy and paste. Have a good one!
-Mister Bombastic