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im just going to drop this here, if you find this one short, thats because it is...

i would also apologize for any wrong translation or some sort (yeah i just drop this one out from Google Translate so may not be the accurate one)

oh, its just gonna get interesting from here


CHAPTER 3 - A SPARK

Civilian Household

Location Unknown

17 May 2018

11:21:17

POV : Jonathan "Viper" Matulessy

Took us 3 weeks to reach this position, were training hard and were training tough. A Terrorist group is seizing a suburban compound. Prompting a quick response from Rainbow.

I was dangling from the rooftop, pulling out a breach charge to enter the dangerous mission, luckily, I was paired with the most destructive operators Rainbow has to offer, Shuhrat "Fuze" Kessikbayev… who is currently standing beside me, his face covered in a set of full face masks and helmets

Shuhrat was dangling right beside me, words not spoken to each other as he put in his signature gadget, the APM-6 "Matryoshka" Cluster charge, A beast of a device itself. I gave him a nod so he can detonate the cluster charge.

A soft pop sound was created as he launched in 5 mini grenades, we braced ourselves as the grenades detonated and multiple scream of agony was heard from the other side. I quickly detonated my breach charge and vault in towards the room, opening fire to two Terrorist that was still kicking, their head reeking blood and brain matters before they fallen to the floor with a loud thud.

"Room clear" I signaled him.

he breaks in the unfortified window with a single kick, his Bullpup Pecheneg giving him a more 'menacing' profile. He said nothing as we moved in towards the hallway, with me leading the way.

"Hallway clear" I said. Scanning the hallway for any signs of life, it came up empty on my optic.

"Stairway clear. Breaking apart" he separates. Going downstairs while I keep moving forward.

Sounds of gunshots rang again.

"Bathroom clear" Fuze said again

"Roger. Stay frosty"

Checking every room with my optic, I keep moving forward towards the room at the far end. Taking out several hostiles waiting in one of the chambers, hoping to surprise me whatsoever. As I approached the end of the hallway, sweat profoundly drains down my face as I grab the handle, unsure of what lies ahead. As the door slowly opened, it puts me at ease to find the room empty. No traps in sight whatsoever too, a nice bonus.

"Second floor, clear"

As I enter the last room on the second floor, a slight chatter and calls pointed downstairs, possibly the terrorist's last stand. Putting my drone to the task, I tossed it over some half-destroyed hatch, my eyes focused on finding as much enemies as possible.

I maneuvered the drone around, silently sneaked under the bed, there was about 7 hostiles inside with Machine guns, Assault rifles and SMG's.

"At least seven hostiles, living room"

"Roger, I have a perfect view of it"

They were trapped, the living room stands at the far left, with the only way out are the doors, which were guarded by Shuhrat. Of course, they barricaded it. The wooden cover serves as a means of blocking whoever it is outside, but that means getting themselves trapped too. The other alternatives were the window, which is where I came in.

Putting the rappel line over the window I looked for any entrance possible, even though the walls are heavily reinforced, the multiple windows are merely blocked with wood, something a breach charge could've easily break through.

"Fuze, Plant a cluster on the door, but wait it out"

"What do you have in mind?" Fuze asked, intrigued.

"Double breach, they're trapped"

He chuckled "Roger, awaiting your go"

And with that I proceed to plant the breach charge on the window, luckily nobody had noticed.

"Go"

I heard a weak click from the insides as another bunch of cluster charges poured into the room, blasting the terrorist unlucky enough to pieces, I detonate my breach charge, vaulting inside and opened fire. Two men unlucky enough to get in the way.

The burst from my rifle sends their body lifeless in an instant, pools of blood quickly reeking underneath, unfortunately, there were 2 others in the far left, quickly opening fire at my position, luckily my reflex got the better off me, jumping straight towards the nearest cover in a form of a flipped table. I sprayed again at them, exchanging shots several times before I heard a barricade breaking and hails of gunshots quickly succumbing both of them under fire. Dared myself to peeked out of corner, I was glad it was Shuhrat standing, checking for anyone still kicking around.

"Thanks for the safe" I said, my heart beats down rapidly and my breath heavy

"No problem" he shrugged off.

The intercom buzzed again "All OpFor Eliminated. Simulation complete"

A lovely tone for our adrenaline filled soul.


Simulation Chambers

Herefordshire, England

17 May 2018

There's silence in the air as the two come out of the simulation chambers, with Jon pull his balaclava and the headset to the neck and stuffed his distinctive red beret inside one of the pockets, as they both went to the Men's armory and lockers

Fuze unloaded his machine gun, Rests the belt around his shoulder, and leaned the empty gun to the side. Jon followed shortly with the Assault Rifle, although he preferred to sling it on his shoulder.

The two grab the nearest water bottle and go for a seat. After the two sat down at the bench, it was not long until words started to come out

"That went better than I expected…" Fuze remarked, letting out a chuckle afterwards.

Jon let out a heavy sigh "Yeah but I still fuck it up on that last breach" and run his hand through his hair.

They both chug up the drink some more before Jon noticed a figure walking towards them. He recognizes him as the French shield bearer Gilles "Montagne" Toure. He casually walked in, shield in one hand while his helmet toted in his other hand. Montagne exhaled a heavy breath as he sat down, removing his balaclava revealing an exhausted looking face. He fell silent for a moment, with him murmuring in his native tongue just a few seconds later.

"I'll take it as a failed" Fuze opened up, throwing the water bottle to a nearby trash bin. Montagne nodded weakly.

"Oui, Olivier fucked it up for all five of us, he rushed in early and our asses got hunted by that scary Brazilian, even though Ryad managed to kill her"

His tone sounds more irritated than actually angry, Olivier was a troublemaker from the start, even pissing off the ever-so-patient Glaz in levels beyond their own understanding, In fact he almost brought the GIGN and the SAS to a fight on his first week in the team, not a record to be proud off.

Both Jon and Fuze lets out a laugh for a while, before Fuze went to the armory to discard his tactical vest and his helmet while he put his weapon in the locker.

"Leaving already?" Jon snickered

Fuze said nothing as he walked off the armory, presumably to his quarters. Montagne quickly followed, taking his shield to the armory and the revolver to the range.

Simulations Room Control Center

11:46:20

A groan escapes out of Thatcher's mouth, monitoring the Rookie's training was a boring job, at least for Thatcher, as the most senior operators his stamina was not like where he was at his younger years, he missed those years, now close to retiring he may be in line of Replacing Six herself as the director of Rainbow.

"Let's do this" he exclaimed under his breath as he put on the headset, monitoring one of the deadliest pair in Rainbow's record. IQ and Blitz

"Alright Elias, you boys ready?"

"Let's do this. Grandpa!" He shouts out in the intercom.

Thatcher smiled and shook his head

"Your objective is to find and extract the Hostage" Thatcher held his breath as the simulation loads in, once it was all loaded, he exclaimed it loudly on the intercom "Green lit on the Mission Go. Go. Go!"

Thatcher watched the overview of the simulation with Blitz and IQ shown as a White dot, they both circled the house in a tight circle. He can hear everything they say in their intercom.

"I found a way in, that doors unfortified"

"Roger, führe die Ladung (Roger, lead the attack)"

"This is going to be interesting" Thatcher thought to himself as he sips down a glass of coffee. He watches again as the red dots in the screens showing the white masks reduced over time

"Flur, klar! (Hallway, clear!)"

"Badezimmer, klar! (Bathroom, clear!)"

The two moved again, succumbing more white masks in the area, IQ's Spectre do the job of detecting traps and electronics while Blitz's Flash shield allowed him to suppressed the attacker, allowing IQ with access to the HK21 Machine gun to finish them off, a deadly combination to be having.

"I found the Hostage!" IQ said, bringing the old man back from his thoughts

"Good job, lassie… escort him out" Thatcher commanded

"Go! I'll Cover!" Blitz's Voice ripped through both of their intercom

The dots separated from the close positions further, as IQ rushed to the outside with the Hostage, Blitz followed shortly, in a slower pace, blocking the bullet and giving cover for his teammate as the blonde runs away with hostage in hand. It doesn't take long for IQ to reach the Hostage extraction zone but once she reach she instantly pull out her machine gun.

"Blitz! Geh weg von der Tür! (Blitz, Get away from the Door!)"

"What!? What do you mea…." He was cut short when he turned back to see IQ prone on the ground, Machine gun ready to fire.

Blitz gave a light nod, before removing himself from the doorway, the White masks inside then cut in half by her Machine gun fire. Meanwhile Thatcher was looking closely at the screen, as the White masks was reduced from a handful of personnel, down to two…

than one…

than none.

"All targets eliminated, hostage ready for extraction… outstanding work, you two" His words are slightly shaking from how fast it all went down.

He can hear both of them cheering over the intercom, this made him unable to keep his expression straight as he is smiling and shook his head.

*brrrrrrrtttt*

All of a sudden he felt something vibrating from one of his pockets.

It was his phone. The numbers dial in belonged to Six, Thatcher wastes no time and picked it up.

"Six. This is Thatcher. What happened?"

"Come at my office, we've got a new mission"

The last line bring cheers on Thatcher's face. For Rainbow it has been weeks since their last mission and the men are desperately wanting some actions. He rushed towards the door, pulling the handle and immediately leaved the simulation control room.


Common Room

12:01:05

With no missions to take on, the men and women of Rainbows can usually be found in 3 different places. Their Quarters, Common Room, and the Range. And true to life at this time of the day the Brazilian and The American take their relaxing hours all at the common room. Watching some news, their eyes glued to the rooms large Flat screen TV while once in a moment discussing the event unraveled around the world.

Among them, the Oldest… the Brazilian BOPE operators Vicente "Capitão" Souza, a man widely respected around the base and in the field, his eye patch in the left eye became a distinctive mark on his self.

"Good Afternoon. The South American Coalition Forces under the command of General Fieri Salvador had begun their assault to the north by invading both Suriname and Guyana. By estimation this attack would cripple both countries in less than 5 hours as the Forces mobilize nearly 250.000 Infantry and Air force to the Area"

Capitão rests his head in his palms.

"In the same topics, Argentina had started to fortify their border against the plan of Invasion by their neighboring country Chile, Brazil and Paraguay. As Argentina by a week ago stated that they have no interest on joining the South American Coalition."

"Essas nações estão pedindo uma guerra mundial (These nations are asking for a world war)" He muttered. Preferring to use his native tongue.

"Nesta taxa eu tenho certeza que eles vão, Capitão (I'm pretty sure it will, Capitão)" He can hear someone, it was none other than his Protégé, Taina "Caveira" Pereira. She was most known for her menacing Face Paint and her sadistic nature when on the field, but on the base she falls to the more quiet and isolationist side.

The Old Brazilian lets out a sigh. He cannot believe how rough the turmoil of his country had thrown them out into a path of bloody civil war and now, a potential for a new World war.

"The government ain't gonna let this slip by. There's going to be an intervention" he turned his head at one of the American. It was Thermite.

"Hah… I'm sure they will"

Thermite placed his hand on the back of his head, he arched his back forwards, curling up till his elbows met his knees, staying there for a moment before standing up and leave the room.

Capitão let's out another sigh, the room fell silent once more as Caveira also leaves the place, leaving his mentor with a thought of his own. Eventually the boredom finally kicks in, as Capitão slowly limps away from the common room towards his own quarters.


Workshop (Tech Wing)

For some people, they find the silence of the workshop, comforting. There are currently 2 workshops standing on Rainbow, the Mechanic Wing where minds like Mira, Jäger, Thermite and Hibana would linger. And the Tech wing, where people like Twitch, IQ and Mute use extensively, even as far as knowing every single pieces of tool and the placement in the workshops.

As for the Moment, the Tech wing workshops would usually be empty as the operators have no need for fix, improve, or tweak their piece of technology. The lack of enemy activity is a main cause of the blame.

However, Twitch was different, her drone apparently had malfunctioned, the training session earlier in the day showed the drone failed to deliver the usual shock and even as far as plowing black smoke from every openings avilable

"I hate it when the main circuit fried off" she thought to herself, a gadget as delicate as her Shock Drone requires a weekly and even daily maintenance, something that twitch absolutely despised, especially when she had to find and replace an important part of her drone.

As she opened the door, the chilling breeze of the air conditioner always brings an air of familiarity for the French.

As she entered the room, she turned around to see a man inside, wearing his light brown camouflage jacket with a distinctive red patch of coloring around the combat fatigues, in front of him are a laptop, a solder, some screwdriver, heat pen, a brand new chip and his signature Optic.

"Hey Emma" he greeted.

"Hi Jon. What happened with that piece again?" She greeted back and followed by a question.

Jon let out a sigh. Than proceeds to turned on the Sight, an audible beep can be heard consistently, Emma lightly nodded, finally figured out why he was here. She took a seat just a couple of chairs beside Jon, putting her duffel bag on the table and pulling out her broken drone.

She opened the drone and immediately met with more and more problems "Yup… that circuit is fried" her mutter was barely audible to Jon.

Jon plucked out the USB from his optic, he proceeded to opened the bottom part, showing a computer chip and several other micro parts, and starts to disassembling the delicate tech. Once fully disassembled he took a new part and started to assemble it together, his handling are careful and precise, and as quickly as he disassemble, he had finished reassembling the piece.

Meanwhile, Emma Struggled at salvaging any usable part. Other than the exterior and a few component, the internals are pretty much unusable, she exhaled her breath for a while before continuing her work.

"That's pretty bad" She can hear Jon behind her, walking to put back the tools he needed in their respective spot.

"You done?" she turned back at him.

Jon nodded calmly as he returned to his desk and gave a last check on the device. He flickered the switch, and luckily, the beeping sounds were no more.

Emma can hear the barely audible relief sigh coming from him, she was busy looking at the damage when the speaker on the room stated to rattle

"Operators Which I called their Codename please head immediately towards Hangar 1" it was Baker "Doc, Lion, Fuze, Cenayang and Blackbeard, Report in at Hangar 1 immediately for briefing"

"Looks like were back at action" Emma snickered, pulling out several tools for her work. Jon chuckled back, lightly. He inserted his laptop, his optics and several other tools in his duffel bag, before exiting the workshop, leaving the French Tech expert with her solitary confinement.


Hangar 1

15:15:46

POV : Citra "Cenayang" Ayunda

Time to prove myself with Rainbows. This is what I've been prepared for since I first heard the news of joining their ranks. I arrived there surprisingly early, but im not alone as of the hangar already have the likes of Mr. Baker and Mrs. Cohen.

A map can be seen stretching out of the small plastic table. Both in their full combat gear. i immediately head over to the position.

"Well looks who's early" I heard Mrs. Cohen cracks up

"Well I always want to get a good impression on my first mission, Mrs. Cohen"

"Please, call me Eliza, or Ash by the codename" she replied

While we wait on the other men, Mr. Baker showed us the overview of our mission area, a small suburban compound covered in the usual western European patch of forest, what really strikes me is that in several different places there are boxes and tubes covered in tarps lying around in several corners of the building.

Just as I take a look at them, the other Operators starts pouring in. among the familiar face, two stands out the most, Gustave and Olivier, Doc and Lion. You can really hear them arguing over and over, and this is irritating to watch. But who can blame them, Olivier is brash and arrogant person, while Gustave is a softer and more concerning person, so when their ideologies clashed, it can go nasty real fast.

"I told you, You were too soft for this!" Lion begun. His .308 Vector slings nicely in his waist

"Soft!?, it's called Empathy, Olivier"

"Im not buying in for your little reason Gustave, you don't have the guts for it!"

"Can you two just shut the fuck up for a moment!?" Blackbeard shouted. Clenching his fist in annoyance.

"Olivier!" Mike shouted, causing the two operator to froze in fear "You still want to get your ass kicked like last month? Leave Gustave alone"

Olivier shrugged it off and went to a double check on his large backpack where he usually stored his EE-ONE-D Drone, a specialized Aerial drone in which uses SONAR technology to scan and reveal the outline of the enemy on the move.

Gustave lets out a sigh before walking towards Mike, Eliza and me "Sometimes I regret agreeing to let him join Rainbow"

Mike nodded slowly, knowing too damn well that Olivier is really good at getting people at the bad side. Gustave gave another sigh, before he turned around towards me

"First real mission, eh?" he greeted, loading in a fresh magazine into his MP5 submachine gun.

"Yeah…" I replied, my eyes are focused on loading in my Honey Badger.

He lets out a soft chuckle "You know… I've been monitoring your records so far, and I got to say, your research on that herbal serum is astonishing"

"Thanks a lot…" I take in his compliment

"We do lack a good amount of medical personnel… I would like to recommend you to Six for a job at the Medical wing"

"Yeah I would really like to have a full access at the lab"

"I'm sure you will" he said, loading the last of his Syringes on his pocket

After that we all stand around the table, looking at the map while Mr. Baker gives us a briefing

"Several hours ago, the French agencies intercepted a suspicious call coming in from the border near Belgium"

He pulled out what appears to be a recorder, playing an intercepted conversation

"Ici la station Corse, nous avons intercepté un message suspectes. (This is Station Corsica, we have intercepted an suspicious message)"

"Nous avons le paquet sécurisé ... mes hommes s'en occuperont ce soir ... ne vous inquiétez pas, il arrivera en toute sécurité en Angleterre demain (We have the package secure… my men will take care of it tonight… don't worry, it will arrive safely in England by tomorrow)"

Qu'est-ce que ... rapidement, informez le renseignement Britannique que nous avons un problème sérieux… trianguler l'appel et trouver ces marchandises suspectes (What the… notify British Intelligence that we have a serious problem… triangulate the call and find those suspicious cargo!)"

"About 13 minutes after the interception, they manage to triangulate the call and locate the compound here"

He pointed towards the map I saw earlier

"We believe these contains anything from weapons, explosives to biochemical agents. Thay why we need her" Eliza began, tilting her head towards me "Citra over here is an expert on biochemical substance, even though we would like James to tag along more, he unfortunately is on a convention of some sort"

"Alright, both the French and the British government had tasked us for intercepting these shipments before they reached British soils" Mr. Baker starts to explain "Any questions?"

No one responded

"Alright… get in the Osprey's. Once there we got a supports from the French's APC" He waved his hands for all of us. "Let's Move!"

A V-22 Osprey waits for us once we came out from the hangar, with the pilot waits for us beside the vehicle.

There's an air of 'nervousness' when we all entered the Osprey's, we all know how dangerous this mission can be. Once inside we don't talk much, everyone was all focused on their weapons and gadgets. They all know one wrong move. One malfunctions in any of their equipment, and either they're killed, or facing a fatal injuries.

Sat next to Ash and Doc, I take my time and inspect both of my weapon. My Honey Badger was a finely engineered weapon itself. Laced up with an ACOG and an Angled Grip, this is the weapon I used for most of my operations in the past. The G2 Elite pistol holstered in my right hip is a newer weapon of my disposal, even though lacking the power of the 629 Revolver, this baby itself granted me a stealth edge because the weapon is fitted with a custom made Suppressor and a chrome lined barrel for maximum accuracy.

"Hey" I lifted my head to see Eliza looking at me "First time?"

"First time fighting in Europe, yes"

"Might be a little colder than your usual place but you'll get used to it fast"

I chuckled slightly at her "Thanks… can I ask you something?"

"Totally"

"I took some time earlier to check in the history of the team. It seem that a lot of your operations is with these White mask's organization. Care to tell me what these terrorist capable of?"

"They're terrifying. That's all I can say, ruthless, precise, their intentions are unclear, but from what we faced before, they're more discipline and organized than even the ISIS. In fact, we never faced off against a terror group that precise."

I can hear her shivered a bit on the last part, That tells something about the white masks, I knew that they're the one behind Bartlett, and it's understandable to be so terrified of them, their spread of terror seems to be so organized.

And with that the conversations ended as quick as it started, I feel tired, drained out and exhausted, maybe a little sleep was all I need…

...

6 hours later

20:15:21

French-Belgium Border…

"Lights out" the intercom buzzed, we all stopped our jeep, falling silent in the night, we all depart from our jeep, the night helped us to settle in nicely to wait for those bastards to come at us, before we move in closer.

"Alright, we all know what to do, everybody stay focused and do your task. After Citra popped out her gas I'll expect everyone to open fire, got it?"

"Got it" in unison we answered

"Lion…don't fuck this up"

"No problem, old man… my drones are already up in the sky" Olivier pointed out upwards, his drone hovered silently from the treetop"

"Everybody else, remember, we have to secure that package. I will be monitoring every single movement that you do from this vehicle, good luck" our intercom buzzed again for the last time before it ended, this time for good. I nodded myself before putting on my Gas masks, the chilling cold and little to no visibility gave us a perfect cover as we all moved silently towards our target.

My guns are ready, drawn forward and poised for the kill, my first real operations with the best of the best, from the whole world. Just gonna hope I'm not gonna fuck this up.


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