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Chapter 2:
Third Echelon Situation Room: ALPHA-OMEGA
Maryland, USA Lawrence Williams
September 2007, Classified Date 08:32 EST
"Confirmation?" The word hung in the air as Grim continued to stare horrified at the medical report sitting on her screen.
"Grim? I need confirmation." Why? Of all the people she knew, Sam most certainly didn't deserve this. "Grim. … Grim! … Grim!" She snapped back to reality, she looked into the concerned but ever passive face of Colonel Irving Lambert.
"Y-yeah…um, patient: Sarah Fisher… she's being treated for a broken femur…blunt force trauma…but they say she'll live. The report seems to say that it's a miracle she's not dead…they can't figure out what happened." Grim replied, reading off the medical report. "Are you gonna tell him?"
"No." A voice cuts in between Grim and Lambert's conversation. "Protocol states that unless immediate family dies, there is no need to notify a field agent of anything that happened to her. Right, sir?" said the cold, professional voice of the Assistant Director of Operations Lawrence Williams. Grim's eyes widened, as she looked between Lambert and Williams, before Lambert sighed and nodded.
"He's right. No blood, no foul." Lambert sighed, pressing a few buttons and opening a channel to message Sam. "Fisher, plant that last charge and hurry home. Things have…changed."
Geothermal Weapons Factory
Iceland
08:37 EST
"You heard your boss! Let's hurry up and go!" said the anxious CIA agent Hisham Hazma, who watched as Sam placed the final charge.
"Ok, ok, I'm done here." replied Sam, not bothered to look up from the charge he placed on the boiler.
"Great work, Fisher. Head to primary extraction, the Osprey is waiting. Blow the charges the moment you see the Osprey." Lambert's voice said in Sam's ear. Sam nodded to Hazma, who followed Sam up a small cliff to the opening of the cave. Sam placed a smaller charge on the wall, backing up as it destroyed the wall of the cave, the thunderous noise of the Osprey echoed through the damp walls of the cave.
"Fisher, you are green to detonate. The delayed reactive should give you around 30 seconds to destroy the facility."
"Roger. See you stateside." Sam pushed the button on the detonator, rushing over to the already in motion Osprey with Hazma already onboard.
"Gents! We've got company! Lock and load!" shouted the pilot to Sam and Hazma. They looked over to see a small squad of infantry narrowly escaping the blast, firing their small arms on the airborne heli-plane. Shots whizzed past, one narrowly missing Sam and instead piercing the side of the wing.
"Pilot! They're firing armor-piercing rounds! E&E until out of range! We can return fire!" Sam shouted, as he handed a spare rifle to Hazma, as he and the co-pilot fired down on the enemy.
"Fisher, what's going on down there?!"
"Some witnesses. I'll get them, Lambert."
"Just get yourself home. We've got 2 other agents in position to clean up any survivors."
"Roger." Sam shouldered his SC-2000, as he looked through the fore-grip scope and fired controlled, 3 shot bursts. At 400 meters, the co-pilot signaled an all-clear.
"I don't think they should be able to…" said the pilot as the final stray bullet hit Sam just beneath the chest. He looked down at the bloody wound, Lambert's voice crackled in his ear as he slumped over and blacked out.