They entered the situation room to see Quill frantically typing on the computer and pulling images up on the projector. She pointed at another analyst. "Go get Six, I figured it out." The analyst nodded and ran out of the room.

"What's happening?" Buck asked.

"Get everyone ready for a briefing in five," Quill said.

Jordan absently tapped Buck on the chest, and the Canadian took off to assemble the team.

Everyone filed in and took a seat. Quill was talking to Six and Elisa. Quiet murmurs filled the room. "Sit down and shut up." Six demanded. She stepped back to let Quill take lead.

"They're after money." She said. She pulled up an image of an ornate building with the French flag flying above a balcony. "The ambassador here is crucial in a vote to ban offshore oil rigs. He wants to do it, the rigs have frequent spills and are destroying the environment. If he is taken out, his successor will not pass the vote, and the companies that own the rigs get a huge jump in the price of their stock. If the masks have a lot of investment in those companies, they stand to make millions, funding many more attacks."

"Where?" Twitch asked.

"Ivory Coast."

"Gear up," Elisa announced.

The armory was bustling with bodies strapping themselves with vests, helmets, masks, face paint, weapons, and every bit of gear an Operative would need. "Wheels up in Ten." Someone announced.

Quill stood by idly. "I'll be on 'COMMs.' I see what support I can give from here."

"Here?" Thatcher laughed. He put on his gas mask. He picked up a vest and slapped it in her hands as he passed her. "You're comin' with."

Six stood nearby. "Good luck everyone. Make the world proud."

They sat in the plane planning their assault, blueprints, satellite recon, and files. The pilot announced they are decent. They exited into the cargo hold and jumped into their trucks. Ash and Quill along with their team jumped in the Mobile Command Center. The Operators jumped in their armored transports and waited for the plane to touch down.

Their radios errched alive as the pilot reported wheels down. The cargo hatch opened and the aircrew released the wheel locks on the trucks. When the drivers got the signal, they backed out onto the tarmac and speeded away. "They just hit the Consulate. Even alerted beforehand, security and Police were outmatched. No bioweapons have been used yet." Quill announced to the team. A brief pause, "Twelve are dead, the number is growing. Two vans full of masks busted through the gates. Hit them hard and fast. They've got Automatic weapons, grenades and one cop thought they saw one carry a satchel charge."

A long pause followed as everyone took in the news. They were ready for an all-out battle but did not expect such a force. "Copy." Thatcher finally responded.

They had studied their battle plan and knew what to do. They prepped their gear and checked everything one last time. "Team 1, enter Southeast side and clear first floor through Visa offices. Team 2 follow and support, break off and clear basement." Ash radioed

"Team 1 copies," Jordan said equipping his goggles.

"Team 2 copies." Smoke responded calmly.

Buck looked at his 3 teammates, Smoke, Doc and Tiana. The Brazilian beauty appeared fierce with her freshly applied face paint. Doc put on his helmet. Smoke smiled and put on his mask. "Ready?" They all nodded.

Team 1 sat across from them, Jordan, Twitch, Dokkaebi, and Echo. They nodded as well.

"Team 3, Rappel into Northside, clear top floor."

"Team 3, Loaded for bear. Buena suerte muchachos." Mira responded through the radio on another truck.

"Team 4, set up on Northside." Ash paused. "If comes to it, give 'em hell."

"Da, ad." Tachanka chuckled.

"4-2 get overwatch up ASAP."

"Will do," Lion responded. "Drone is prepped for flight."

"Switch to operation channels. Stay sharp. Command out."

Everyone fidgeted with their radios changing them to their respective channels. Jordan did a radio check with his team. 3 thumbs popped up.

"Check." Smoke said through Buck's radio. He showed his thumb and saw the others do the same.

The driver yelled over the engine through the grate separating the cab from the back. "ETA 2 Minutes." Everyone took a look at each other knowing the possibility of losing a friend. The truck lurched as they took a hard left. They all shifted as it the tires and brakes screeched. Doc to Buck's left threw the door open and hopped out as Jackal did the same on the across from Doc. Buck and Twitch followed hastily. Smoke exited, then Jordan, Echo, and Dokkaebi. The Korean smiled at Echo. "What? No ladies first?"

"Shut ya traps and move." Smoke said letting the others take point. They moved to the wooden double doors of the visa office. Smoke and Jordan were on special radio channels with the other team leaders and Six.

Buck tested the door handle, but it didn't budge. "Deadbolt. No quiet entry." He relayed. Smoke nodded.

"Team 1 and 2 Ready for entry. Loud and proud." Jordan radioed. A pause. "Copy, on it." He pointed to Dokkaebi. Quietly, he ordered, "Place charge."

"Yessir." She whispered with a smile. Everyone backed up onto the stairs.

"Detonator?" He said holding his hand out. She gave him the remote that was tied to her waist. He held his other hand out in front of himself holding up three fingers. They readied their weapons, safeties off. He armed the charge. Buck could hear Ash on Smoke's radio faintly countdown. Two fingers. One. Boom!

Another chapter is done. I like how this one came out even though it was a little rushed, as I wrote it today along with finishing and publishing Chapter 7. It's just now getting interesting and I have a LOT of ideas for the next few chapters.

I just wanted to add this note... I looked the chapter over but didn't see any typos. With all my work, if you see an error and want it fixed, leave a review and I'll do my best to fix it. I double check everything, but another pair of eyes never hurts.

As always let me know what you think, and I'll try my best to get another Chapter out soon.

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