A/N: Ok ladies and gents, chapter 6 is up! If you are enjoying it please let me know in the reviews. You have no idea how much it means to me as it serves as means of motivation to me! Thank you :)
The night was still as the sound of two helicopters was heard from inside the base where the soldiers were preparing to go on a mission. Ghost and his team were wearing black with Ghost wearing the usual skull balaclava. They were equipped with sniper rifles and every weapon was equipped with a suppressor. On the other hand, MacTavish and Malloy were wearing snow camouflage, a haversack and a lot of scarves to keep themselves warm. Moreover, they were equipped with a tactical knife and a side-arm with a suppressor; they would steal two soldiers' uniforms and weapons from near the lodge.
After exchanging 'good lucks' and 'see you later' they proceeded to their assigned helicopter. On their way to Italy, Malloy was very silent staring at her feet lost in thought.
"You ok?" asked MacTavish concerned.
"What?" she asked looking up. "Oh, yes yes I'm fine."
"You're not thinking about the files right? 'Cause it would bloody suck if you lost my trust right before this mission."
Malloy started to laugh. "It's ok Soap. I'm just thinking that's all."
"Thinking about what? The meaning of life?" he laughed.
"It's 42," she said laughing. She looked in his blue eyes for a few seconds and said, "I'm thinking about my team, how much I miss them and their crazy scenes."
"Crazy? You haven't seen my men. Sometimes I wonder if they're soldiers or children. By the way, while reading the file about the Elite Task Force, I noticed that all the soldiers are women."
"Well, I can ask you the same why your team is composed of only men," she said smiling.
At that MacTavish opened his mouth for a few seconds and closed it again. He finally said, "Good point."
Their helicopter shook slightly because of the strong winds. They finally arrived at their destination and the pilots informed them that they will be there in about three hours as they will need to refuel at an Italian base. They started their walk to an abandoned shack near the lodge. They were tied together with ropes so that they won't get lost. At some point, Malloy fell and MacTavish helped her up and continued to hold her until they arrived at the shack to avoid falling again. Once they entered, they took off their scarves so that they could talk.
"Thanks out there. You know, I was able to walk afterwards there was no need to hold me," said Malloy suspiciously.
"To be safe you know," said MacTavish innocently.
"We have half an hour until the patrol is in the vicinity. Until then," she said searching into her haversack and getting out a thermos, "would you like some tea?"
"Aye!" He was looking forward for a warm cup of tea in this cold environment.
"Soap! Tell me a bit about yourself; why did you want to join the S.A.S.? Why didn't you join the army?"
He took a generous sip from his cup. "Well, I used to live near a base so I would watch the helicopters land and hear the soldiers shout while they train. My friends and I used to sneak in the base and pretend that we were soldiers and once we nearly got shot because they thought that we were intruders."
They continued to talk until MacTavish pointed out that they should be moving.
"Kill the two soldiers, drag them here and steal their clothes."
"Yes," said Malloy. "Remember, the gear must be clean, no blood. We'll have to break their necks."
"You're saying it like it's just a normal day at the bloody park." Malloy smiled at him.
They put on the scarves and headed out in the cold blistering winds. They went flat on the ground and approached the soldiers slowly. MacTavish looked at Malloy and she nodded. They stood up silently, went after the guards, grabbed their heads and swiftly turned it to the side.
"I still prefer guns than this," said MacTavish into his earpiece.
They dragged their bodies back to the shack and removed their clothing.
"Um," said Malloy embarrassed.
"We'll look away from each other. Don't worry I won't look."
They heard each other undress. 'Oh boy, this is fuckin' awkward,' thought Malloy feeling her face redden. Suddenly MacTavish dropped his side-arm accidentally and it landed behind him. As he turned round to pick it up, he forgot that he shouldn't turn and suddenly saw Malloy in her black bra watching him realising that she might have turned to inspect the source of the sound.
"Bollocks!" said MacTavish realising about his mistake.
"You asshole, you told me you weren't going to turn!"
"I'm sorry!" he shouted frantically, dodging stuff that Malloy was throwing at him.
"Let's try to act mature here; we're on a mission for God's sake!"
"Who the bloody hell start throwing random stuff at me?!"
"It's your fault! And turn around!"
MacTavish turned looking sulkily at the wall. 'It's the last bloody time I'm working with a woman,' he thought as he continued to put his jacket on.
"Base, this is Shadow, we are proceeding to the location."
"Have you managed to obtain uniforms and weapons?"
"Affirmative. We hid the bodies in the shack. Going silent; Shadow out. Let's move," said Malloy addressing MacTavish still sounding angry.
They started walking feeling the cold wind against their upper part of their face which was not covered. They saw a patrol up ahead walking along this huge mansion and they blended in with them. They will walk from a patrol to another until they find themselves inside. How will they manage that they do not know yet. There are certain missions you cannot plan them from the start till the end; events and circumstances change and one has to adapt to the current conditions. As they were walking slowly near the back door, a guard spotted them.
"Che cosa ci facciate voi due qui?" said a soldier.
(What are you two doing here?)
"Stiamo facendo la ronda ma è tempo per la nostra pausa," replied Malloy calmly. "Dobbiamo entrare, stiamo congelando qua fuori."
(We are patrolling but it is time for our break. We have to get inside, we are freezing out here.)
"Va bene; entrate."
(Very well; enter.)
They entered the mansion; it was heated and cosy, prepared for the cold winters. They had entered through the back door which led to the kitchen. It was empty at that time as it was in the middle of the night. Malloy nodded to MacTavish to follow her as they crossed the kitchen into the main entrance. It was a lavish hall filled with the most extravagant pieces of art and sculptures. 'I guess crime does pay,' thought Malloy.
They proceeded upstairs to the camera room; they would hack into the system so that the films would be play on loop therefore it won't show that they were in Ferelli's office. They walked slowly and nodded at the soldiers as not to arouse any suspicion. They entered the control room where there was a soldier sipping some coffee and checking the monitors.
"Hanno bisogno di te di sotto," said Malloy.
(They need you downstairs.)
"Che cosa vogliono?" he asked as he turned around.
(What do they want?)
"Che ne so io; meglio andare a controllare se tutto è apposto."
(How should I know? It is better if you go and check that everything is alright.)
"Vado, vado!"
(I'm going, I'm going!)
"Watch the door," said MacTavish and Malloy stood by the door guarding the room. After several minutes had passed, Malloy was getting nervous.
"Are you done?"
"Almost, don't rush me!" After a few moments he said, "Done! Let's go."
They exited the room and proceeded down the corridor filled with suits of armour on each side. They turned left and at the opposite side they saw the door to Ferelli's office with two guards on each side.
"We need a diversion," whispered MacTavish.
"You don't say?" said Malloy sarcastically as she started walking towards them and he rolled his eyes.
"Ragazzi, siamo stati mandati qui per sostituirvi."
(Guys, we were sent here to replace you.)
"Niente da fare; il nostro turno concluderà in trenta minuti."
(No way; our shift ends in thirty minutes.)
"Dai; è stata una lunga note. Andate a riposarvi, ci pensiamo noi qui."
(Come on; it was a long night. Go and rest, we'll take care of it here.)
The soldiers were not convinced but they were very tired and were looking forward to sleep.
"Va bene," he said finally slumping away.
(Very well.)
As the guards turned the corner, they entered the room and this time MacTavish stood guard outside the room. Malloy proceeded to the computer; it was password-protected so she had to enter various passwords connected to Ferelli in order to have access to it. Several beeps sounded from the computer with a red box flashing every time she entered a password and she was becoming impatient.
"You ready in there?" asked MacTavish.
"No, let me work in peace!"
"Not so great when you're on the other side of the situation," smiled MacTavish.
"Do you want to die?"
MacTavish shook his head.
"Then zip it!"
After a few minutes she finally cracked it and started search into his files.
"Bingo! Soap, come in here," she said.
"What did you find?"
"What you are seeing here my friend are records of shipment to V. Makarov." Malloy paused for a moment looking confused.
"That's great isn't it?"
"Yes, but there is another name here; an F. Castro."
"Ferelli is shipping to Fidel Castro then!" he said sarcastically. "It's an alias; copy the files so we can get out of here. We'll inform the Major when we get back."
Malloy started transferring files to the pen drive and MacTavish took photos of papers which were pinned to a board or laying around.
"I'm ready," said Malloy.
"Ok, I'll inform Shepherd. Base, this is MacTavish; we have the Intel. Ferelli has been supplying Makarov. I repeat; Ferelli has been supplying Makarov.
"Good job. I will inform Ghost to proceed with the objective and the pilot to come and pick you up."
"Let's go," said Malloy.