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Dunn stared at the empty seat in front of him; one that PFC Allen would have sat in, had he been alive. They were flying on an Air force MC2A, towards their location for their next given mission in Rio de Janeiro. The seat became occupied as "Roach" Sanderson sat across from him, handing him a Gatorade. Dunn took the bottled drink, and placed it in his lap. "We were supposed to go huntin' together when we got done with this whole thing." Dunn muttered.
Roach knew what it was like to lose a friend due to combat. He adjusted his shirt collar, thinking of what to say to console at the loss of their teammate; especially because his death was suddenly short after the creation of the team. "Somethin' just doesn't seem right," Dunn shook his head, bending forward in his seat to get his vest ready. "Allen would have done the right thing. He would have taken the shot before even becoming involved in something that crazy." Dunn told Roach.
"I know, mate. And believe me, I want to get to the bottom of this just as bad as you do," Roach began as Dunn looked up at him, "But I don't think Allen wants us, especially you, to get swallowed up in this." He leaned forward, with a mischievous smirk on his face, "We'll find the bloody bastard and rip his fuckin' head off."
The corner of Dunn's mouth turned upward in a slight smirk. He looked at the hand Roach held out in front of him, and grabbed onto it in agreement, "Let's kick some ass." Dunn agreed.
"So, with Nikolai and Williams back here in Command Control, the rest of us will head down in the streets, and play off as an escort to drive Rojas' associate. He'll get us to Rojas." MacTavish said, as he and the others on the team hovered over a map that was displayed on the screen in the middle of them.
"Drop off point will be here," Anna pointed to a section on the map, and then pushed her finger to another area, "And here in this favela, according to the Intel we have provided by Nikolai, is where most of the Militia under Rojas' command hang out at," She looked up at the other team members, "You all have to look as inconspicuous as possible, boys. You're dealing with some serious drug and arms dealers." She looked at Riley, who was wearing his skull printed baklava over his face, with sunglasses covering his eyes, "You sit in the back of the car so you're not seen, since you insist on wearing that." She smirked.
She could see him wink at her from under his shades. She then looked at Foley, "You will be in the passenger's seat. We have a driver already at the drop off point, ready to take you. You and MacTavish will wait for the lead van provided with paramilitary agents from the CIA, to pick up Rojas' associate, and to make sure everything goes smoothly. Remember," Anna then stood upright, letting the team look at the screened table in the center display the map and a picture of their target, "There are civilians all around this area and in the Favela. Last thing we need, is for another mishap that will cause yet another country to get pissed off. We've already got Russia wanting to kick our asses, we don't need Brazil."
MacTavish passed out clear earpieces, "This will keep us in constant contact with each other, and to Williams and Nikolai," Roach took two earpieces for him and Dunn from MacTavish.
"I'll be in constant contact and surveillance with you to provide the best information I can if things go haywire down there. I'll need to know your status so we can give off the rendezvous point." Anna said.
"Alright, we'll be ready to land!" Nikolai announced from the cockpit doorway.
"Get ready, mates. Stay frosty," MacTavish ordered, as he clipped his vest in place.
The others followed, and Anna braced as they landed. The plane finally hit the ground with a smooth landing. Riley turned, looking back at Anna from the doorway. He saw her fitting the earpiece into her ear. She turned her head to look at him, and smiled. He waved his hand up slightly, and she nodded to him. As he exited, Anna turned back towards the command center with a smile on her face. "Bravo Six to Angel One with coms check," Anna heard Soap's voice through her earpiece.
She adjusted the short microphone to be as close to her cheek as possible, as she spoke, "Angel One to Bravo Six, reading Lima Charlie."
"Ghost to Angel One with coms check."
She instinctively smiled at the sound of Riley's voice, "Angel One to Ghost, reading Lima Charlie."
Ghost smiled under his baklava; he was able to hear a smile in her voice as she responded to his check. He heard the others do their coms check with Anna, and he quickly remarked, "Just keep an eye on how bloody wonderful I do on this mission, Angel One." He grinned.
Anna rolled her eyes at what Riley had told her, smiling, "Just get the mission complete, and cut the chatter, Ghost. Angel One out."
She typed into a keyboard in front of her, and looked up at the screen, that tracked the team's movements, as well as satellite feed of the surrounding areas they moved into. She could feel a stare, and she turned to her side, seeing Nikolai staring at her with curiosity. "What?" She snapped.
He shook his head, adjusting his earpiece, "Nothing."
Nikolai wasn't stupid; he knew the SAS team from other missions they had done together, and that was a different tone of voice that Riley was using. He had also had a history with Anna, as they both worked together, with him as an informant to the CIA regarding Zakhaev and now Makarov. He knew that Soap would never approve of Riley and Anna flirting with each other during this time, considering how serious he took their mission readiness. But, he had a feeling it would get quite entertaining as it moved on.
Anna watched the screen in front of her, keeping an eye on the vans the Task Force members were placed in.
"Bravo Six to Angel One, we've reached the pickup point. Waiting for package to be delivered," Soap discreetly said, only loud enough for the small microphone of his communication piece to pick it up.
"Roger, reading you Lima Charlie." He heard Anna respond.
The vans pulled up to the curb of a hotel, and two undercover CIA Agents dressed as militia men, stepped out of the first van. A young man, that looked to be in his early 20's, stepped out of the hotel, holding his hands up in defense, showing he was unarmed. He looked as if he was going to allow himself to be escorted into the van, however, before the two agents could react, the man took one of the Agent's pistols, and shot them both. He then turned to the van the team had been in, and pointed his gun, "Get down!" Soap screamed.
The driver acted a second too late, as he was shot. The others ducked for cover. Chaos began to ensue the minute the first shot had fired. Soon, civilians ran in the streets, running for cover. As the shots died down, Soap did a quick look-over, to see that only the driver and two agents had perished. "Shit! Bravo Six to Angel One, change of plans! Looks as if the package was tainted. Our driver's out, and we're proceeding on foot, over!" He screamed into his microphone over the screaming in the streets.
"Roger that, Bravo Six. I'm tracking him heading into an alley northwest of your location!" Anna said.
The team rushed out of the vehicle, ensuring their weapons were ready to shoot, as they chased after the escaping target. They dodged screaming civilians, as they headed towards the alley entrance. "There he is!" Ghost pointed.
"Take him down! We need him alive!" Soap ordered.
"On it!" Roach answered, as he pulled up his weapon. He took aim at the target's legs, making sure he had a clean shot, and fired. The escapee fell to the ground, grabbing the bottom of one of his legs.
They all ran towards him, grabbing onto him. "Looks like we'll just have to get the information out of him ourselves, Angel One." Soap stated.
"Do whatever it takes, just make sure he's willing to lead you to Rojas," Anna stated. She paused, and added, "Oh, and Bravo Six?"
"Yeah?"
"Make sure you don't kill him in the process." Anna finished.
"Read you Lima Charlie, Angel One," Soap grinned. He looked around, seeing an old garage nearby. He pointed, "Perfect." He then looked at Ghost, "Get me a car battery with jumper cables." He grinned. He then jerked the suspect towards him, "We're going to have a chat, you slippery little bastard!" He growled.
Anna watched over the satellite feed, watching the team haul the target into a garage. She typed onto her keyboard, and looked up, as the screen split, the other half giving her feed of the favela, "Where are you, you asshole?" She muttered.
She winced as she heard what sounded like electrocution and a man attempting to scream in pain. She could hear Soap asking him questions, him sounding like he was going to refuse to answer, and then more electric shocking, followed by muffled screaming. "Didn't realize they were that good," Anna grinned at Nikolai.
"Dah, they're the best, Miss Anna. I've worked with them for years now," He agreed, as he watched the satellite feed.
She noticed his facial features begin to darken at the screen, and she turned to see what had caused his expression to change. "Shit," She muttered. "Bravo Six, this is Angel One, we're seeing some activity start up in the Favela. Looks like your guy caused more of a scene than we expected."
"Just give me one more second, Angel One," Soap answered her.
She waited, almost tapping her fingers. She watched the screen, seeing a few armed men walking through the favela towards their direction from the feed of the Favela, "Bravo Six, I'm tracking a few armed men heading your way from the north. I suggest you either quiet your friend, or you get the hell out of there," Anna warned.
"Don't worry, we got Rojas' location. We're heading out," She then heard a gunshot from one of the pistols, silenced by a silencer attachment, "Now." Soap finished.
"Piece of shit," She heard Dunn mutter over his comm. Anna knew it had to have been Dunn that shot him dead. Soap had known that Dunn was more than enraged over the loss of his friend. He let Dunn take the first shot at a piece of the bigger picture.
"They're coming in from the north of your location. Where is Rojas?" Anna asked.
"He's within their headquarters located on the eastside of the Favela. With the scene going on down here, I'm sure he's fixin' to head out!" Foley said.
"We'll meet on the eastside. We're taking the Chinook. We'll keep in contact over the comms, Bravo Six, and let us know when you have a hold of Rojas so we can send a pickup." Anna said.
"Got it," Soap then looked at the team, "Check your ammo. Stay frosty, and let's get moving!" He told them.
"Let's do this," Ghost said.
They all headed towards where Anna had said the few militia was coming from. With their weapons at the ready position, pointing to the ground, as they ran, they dodged screaming civilians that were in a panic, ducking for cover. "I have eyes on targets!" Roach called out.
"Remember, no civilian casualties!" Soap ordered. "Engage the targets!"
Shots rang out, as the militia fired their weapons. "I can't get a clear view!" Foley growled. He saw an opening to one of the shooters, and he took his chance. The shooter fell, dropping his weapon, as the bullet landed in the middle of his forehead.
"Good kill," Dunn said through his comm.
There was a clear enough opening, as the team split, finding cover behind dumpsters. "Get a stun grenade down there!" Soap ordered.
Foley grabbed a stun grenade out of his vest, pulled the pin, and tossed it towards the shooters. After they heard it go off, they looked, seeing that it had worked, the three remaining shooters dazed from the effect. The team pulled out of their positions, shooting at the militia, and stopped once the militia went down. "Go, go! Head towards the Favela!" Soap ordered.
They all ran down the street, weaving in and out of the chaotic scene.
Anna held onto the safety railing of the Chinook, as it flew over the city towards the rendezvous point they all agreed on. She looked down towards the city, seeing the civilians run like mad, ducking for cover from the gun fighting going on as the team broke their way through. "Not there yet, Nikolai!" She called through her comm.
"What do you expect me to do, Miss Anna?" He asked her.
"Avoid the area for the time being! You never know if they've got RPG's or any other anti-aircraft artillery!" Anna told him.
The Chinook circled away from the Favela, staying clear of the militia that began to gather towards the rooftops.
Dunn and Roach flew behind a wall, as the gunfire continued. "Stay focused, mate! Don't let it get to you!" Roach told him.
Dunn tried to catch his breath, and nodded. "Roach! I have eyes on Rojas! He's heading your way! Stop him before he gets away!" They heard Soap over the comms.
"Roger!" Roach answered.
Him and Dunn made sure the gunfire was cleared around them, and ran out to catch their target.
Soap loaded another magazine into his weapon, as Ghost and Foley shot at the militia. He turned his head, noticing Rojas running past them, and turned into an alleyway away from Roach and Dunn's position. "Shit!" He snapped. "You two cover me! Rojas is heading towards that building! Roach! Dunn! Get back over here, he switched course!"
"On our way!" They heard Dunn answer.
Soap made a break for it, running after Rojas. He chased him into a building, that had a few civilians hiding under their tables, looking at the two in terror. Rojas ran up a flight of wooden stairs, with Soap following after him. He ran into a room, and realized he had nowhere else to run. He frantically looked around the room for an exit, and turned towards the doorway, seeing Soap leap onto him, and they both fell through the window, and landed onto a car roof below. Ghost, Dunn, Foley, and Roach appeared, as Soap rolled off of Rojas, catching his breath. The wind was knocked out of him, and his arm had a few cuts from the fall, and trying to protect Rojas as much as possible. Rojas looked up, seeing barrels of guns pointed at him from the other team members. He then fell unconscious.
Soap rotated his shoulders, and his neck. He spoke into the comm, "Angel One, we secured the package. We're waiting for his pickup."
"Got it. The pickup is already on its way." Anna answered.
Anna looked out the open hatch in the back, smiling. "Looks like we're about to clear our bad rep, Nikolai!" Anna said into her comm.
"Da, Miss Anna, we'll finally be able to get this taken care of. Don't worry, my friend, we'll get Makarov once and for all." She heard Nikolai tell her.
She sighed heavily in relief. "Pick up has been done. We'll meet you at the pickup zone, Angel One." She heard.
"Roger, Bravo Six!" She answered him back.
The team followed Soap through the city, dodging the militia, and trying to get to the point they were to be picked up. They stopped in a tight alleyway, hearing the yelling of the militia coming towards them. "Shit!" Foley muttered.
"Get to the roof tops! The Chinook will be able to pick us up easier from there!" Soap ordered.
They ran through the doorway of a building nearest to them, climbing the stairs to the balcony. They jumped off, onto a roof of the building next to them, that was slightly lower than the balcony they were on. They ran, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. They heard the blades of the Chinook. "Soap! We see you, my friend! You'll have to jump!" They heard Nikolai say through the comm.
Soon, they saw the back of the Chinook, open, with Anna holding onto the railing, waiting for them. The team ran towards it, leaping off of the rooftop, towards the loading panel that was off of the back. All of them made the landing perfectly, but Roach slipped, and grabbed onto the rope ladder that was crumbled on the panel in front of him. "Roach!" They all screamed.
"Hang on, buddy!" Dunn called out.
Roach held onto the ladder, and saw Dunn's hand appear over the edge, with him looking down at him. "Grab on!" He screamed.
Roach threw his other hand onto Dunn's arm, and felt Dunn and Soap frantically pulling him up and into the Chinook. "We have to go! We're running low on fuel!" Nikolai said through the comm.
Roach was pulled up, and saw Ghost, Foley, and Anna hanging onto the rope ladder's other end. It wasn't tied down to the aircraft. The loading panel folded closed, and the Chinook took off. They each grabbed a seat, sitting down, trying to catch their breath. "You alright, Roach?" Dunn asked.
Roach nodded, and looked at him, "Thanks, mate."
"No problem. It's what we're supposed to do, right?" Dunn grinned through his breaths.
Ghost stood up, and walked towards the empty seat next to Anna. He sat down, and the two looked at each other. "You can take the baklava off now, Riley." Anna smiled.
He pulled the shades off of his face, and then pulled off the baklava. He pulled out the earpiece, and grinned at her, "Good job on the communication there."
Anna smiled, and looked at him, "Good job yourself."
He stared at her for a few more moments, and leaned his head back. Anna looked across from her, at MacTavish, who stared at her. She couldn't tell his expression, but then he slightly smirked. He nodded to her, as if to tell her Good job, and she then did the same. "Take us to the MC2A, so we can get home, Nikolai!" Anna said into her comm.
AN - Hope you don't get too messed out for revising the plot; but it's to fit Anna into the story. So...if you could read and review :) Thank u!