Isaac punched the boxing bag with minimal effort. It wasn't so terribly early or late in the morning for him to not put effort, but the wound in his side still ached.

There were quite a few others inside the rather luxurious gym on the base. He recognized Meghan and Craig, he thinks he sees Seamus on the weight bench. There a few others, of course, training their bodies to be prepared for a mission at a moments notice.

It wasn't long until Ela had shown up to the gym, and casually strides to the dumbbells. She picked up a forty pounder and began to curl her arms. Her icy blue eyes quickly met with Isaac's dark eyes, and immediately showed discontempt.

Isaac frowned and looked away, hoping she'd lose focus on him. It was like that thankfully, and Isaac punched away at the bag.

An hour had passed, most of the gym members doing less intense exercises to finish off the day. Isaac had ditched the punching bag and done a variety of calisthenics. Push ups, pull ups, sit ups, a lot of ups, you name it. He knew that true strength came from keeping your body healthy and fit, not showing off how many weight you can bench.

It wasn't long until he looked up to see the figure of Ela shadow over him.

Isaac raised his arm with an opened hand. "Elżbieta, mind helping me up?"

She didn't offer her hand. "I saw you punching the bag, you have good form. You use to fight?"

"Yes," Isaac stood up, giving a cocky smile. "I was the Army Boxing Program. Middleweight runner up, Thirty-two and three."

"Then fight me," Ela shoved a pair of gloves into his chest. "I want to see what makes you so great."

Isaac chuckled. "I'm easily got fifty pounds on you. I wouldn't take the chances."

"Size doesn't matter." Ela said tactfully. "I want to fight you."

"Why?"

"Because I don't like you." Ela bluntly announced. "You get into everyone's business, you're a kiss ass, and I just don't like your face."

"Fine," Isaac walked past her, slipping on the boxing gloves. "First one down loses. We're playing clean, nothing below the built."

"Like you have anything worthwhile under there." Ela scoffed, shoving her shoulder against his as she made her way to the boxing mat. Isaac glared contemptly at the Polish woman, the commotion causing a few others to stare. Isaac felt the need to show a child how to properly act in a mature setting, this would be a good way to show it.

Few minutes passed, before the two met in the middle of the boxing mat with gloves and face guards on. Isaac gave a smirk to the smaller Polish woman, who gave a scowl in return. Craig has offered to become referee for this, simply out of boredom. To everyone else, this was just a sparring match.

To Ela, this was a way to show off her skills. She didn't reciprocate the feelings of a competition to Isaac. Rather she wanted to make him feel out of control, to live in her world.

Once they touched gloves, it was on. Craig stood by and watched closely as the two put their hands up in stance. Ela took the first swing, something that Isaac dodged right away.

She swung again. He dodged it. He ducked under another hook easily, and jabbed her side. She winced and recoiled back, her hands now in a protective hold. She skirted across the mat, ready to unleash another blow. Ela swinged left, Isaac easily blocked and hit her square in the face. She tumbled back and fell to her knee, the punch was much harder than she expected.

"You can't win girl," Isaac warned. "Just give up."

She growled and raised up, her fist poised for another swing. Isaac smirked and took his stance, trailing around her. Ela surprised him with a lightning-fast uppercut, and then a swing to his side. Once he let his hands slightly drop she began to let a volley of hits contact his face.

Isaac retreated back as the blows started to overcome him. He stepped back into the ropes, covering his face from the gloves. He began to slump slightly as Ela continued to pound away.

"Call me a girl huh you bastard?" Ela continued, slamming into his abdomen. "Let's see who's the real girl!"

She bounced off him once Isaac groaned and Craig separated from the two. She began to walk off victoriously, until she heard the stirring from Isaac. He slowly climbed up and put up his stance, fist raised up. She furrowed her brow, and raised her gloves as well.

She quickly lunged her fist and he easily blocked it. He delivered a swift and hard punch to her cheek that nearly through her on the floor. She tried to get up, wobbly legs almost causing her to fall. Craig tried to help her up, but she quickly swatted his hand away. Isaac walked up to her, offering his hand to help her up.

Ela gave another angry scowl and flipped away his hand, walking off the mat angrily. Isaac simply looked on as she strided away from the gym.

"Boy, that was quick," He heard Craig say. "You okay new guy?"

"I'm fine." Isaac simply replied, making his way to the showers. His cellphone rang, Eliza's ID on the screen. he picked it up. "Isaac here."

"Make your way to the interrogation room, we've got Boleslav out again."

"I'll be there in ten." Isaac said. He hung up and turned on the showers, washing his face of the blood and cuts.

Jon considered trying to get the newer recruits of Rainbow to socialize more. Considering the recruits never lasted long—especially those fresh off the training grounds— he made it his mission to at least give them some comfort in trying to be part of the rest of the team.

He never worried about the ones who were seasoned operators from other prominent Special Forces, though, they always managed.

Jon thought it would be better if the Canadian, who was also a John, be more sociable. So far during his time here, he simply stayed in his room reading and doing who knows what else. Jon turned the corner of the hallway, walking towards the Canadian's room until he was greeted by another one of the new JTF2 members, Ethan.

"Ah, you're Ethan right?" Jon smiled, holding out his hand. Jon had noticed the burn scar on his arm, warped and prominent. Maybe he chose the wrong arm to shake hands with.

The Korean-Canadian took his grip and shook. Much to his relief, Ethan didn't seem bothered. "Yep, name's Ethan Yi. Just been hanging around the base."

"Yeah, shame they don't bring any more new operators in missions. I'm tired of sitting around the at base." Jon sighed. "I'm grateful that I'm part of the team and all but I thought I'd be in missions more often."

"I thought that it wavolunteer-based," Ethan added. "That's what Baker did the mission we just finished."

"Usually he doesn't ask for volunteers, he just picks names. Or Eliza picks the names. I don't know actually." Jon rubbed his neck. "But I have a good feeling our turn is coming about."

"Hopefully, I want to see what this team can do!"

The two were interrupted when Ela had shoved shoulders with them, giving them an annoyed glare, muttering to herself. "Wynoś się z piekła z korytarza…"

As soon as she made the corner Ethan made a face. "Yeesh, who was that?"

"That's Ela," Jon informed the man. "She's not the most… bubbly person you'll meet. In fact, I don't think she likes anyone."

"Yeah but, where the hell did she come from? We would've heard her from down the hall, and it's a dead-end." Ethan began to wonder, looking around one of the hallways few doors. "Her rooms not here is it?"

"No, her room is upstairs. She would've been in one of these rooms…"

"Well, only John, Sébastien, Tina, and I live on this side of the dorms."

Jon frowned. "She doesn't really converse with Tina, and she butts heads with Sébastien a few times of the week…"

"I think it's best we don't dig any further into this," Ethan warned. "Let's just do something else."

"I heard that there's some commotion going on in the gym, we can check it out."

The door suddenly whipped open, revealing a lightly dressed John, only wearing sweats and a wife beater. "Are you guys heading to the gym?"

"Maybe, it's probably nothing important." Jon said. John said nothing as he closed the door. Jon and Ethan looked at each other in amusement. Like they said before, it was best to leave it alone.

When the door clicked open, Eliza and Jack were already talking over a cup of coffee in their hands. Isaac didn't say a word as he walked up to the window, A very drowsy Boleslav tried to stay focused, his face covered in oily red burns from the coffee attack yesterday.

"You're late," Eliza announced.

"You're early," Isaac replied, turning around to the Israeli woman. She rolled her eyes. When she looked at Isaac's face covered in cuts and bruises, she raised a brow. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Boxing match," Isaac replied coolly. "I won, by the way."

Eliza rolled her eyes again. The mirror showed Boleslav staring at an intern in fear as he offered a cup of coffee, vehemently refusing it. "Is he afraid to get coffee now?"

"Looks like it," Jack said, "when I offered him a cup Boleslav refused. He's afraid he might be injured again."

"If that's the case then maybe we should bring in Taina again, she worked well last time," Isaac suggested.

"I don't know if we should," Jack said. "When I was questioning him earlier he tensed up whenever we mentioned any words involving mutilation. His eyes would dart around, he would wiggle his hands a bit, the whole nine yards. He might refuse to talk at all."

"And negotiation?"

"Not good," Jack gestured at Boleslav, "dude wants everything short of the moon."

"So you're saying mutilation is what gets him afraid and able to talk?" Isaac looked at the man in the mirror.

"Exactly." Jack set his mug down. "From what I learned from his mannerisms is that he's self-conscious about his appearance."

"I don't know how he does it," Eliza commented, "but Jack is extremely good at reading people."

Jack nodded in agreement. "I've learned how to read people by the way they present themselves."

"So Boleslav buckles under the threats of messing up his ugly little head." Eliza turned back to the two other operators. "Can we actually do any damage to him without breaking any laws?"

"Technically yes," Isaac said, "he's a detainee. Same excuse they use in Guantanamo and terrorists in captivity. The Geneva Convention does not apply to detainees."

"Don't think well be in a good reputation if we torture our suspects." Jack put his two cents in. "I wouldn't advise it."

"Of course we're not gonna mutilate the man," Eliza sighed. "We do things differently than the CIA Isaac."

Isaac acted like he didn't hear the last part.

"The threat is enough for him to spill," Isaac finally decided. "We'll get Taina back here again, have her stand menacingly, he buckles under the knife, we get our intel."

Jack chuckled. "I wish it was that easy."

"Maybe it is." Isaac shrugged.

"Whatever the case, we don't have much time." Ash typed on her laptop, a small folder of mugshots and connections. "Word is that the White Masks have another big attack planned for somewhere in the US. We know Boleslav was a major contributor to firearms for the White Masks, but we need to know the proxies he sold them too, and maybe we can calculate the area."

"Let's finish this up, we're wasting time. Ring up Taina and we'll get on moving."

Boleslav stared consciously at the one-way mirror that separated them from himself. Their muffled voices provided the only sound in the room, besides his own breathing. He frowned to think what they were planning to do with him. Since the incident yesterday with the Latina, he knew that actual, physical harm can come to him. How can Boleslav ever return to his home or see his kids if he came back as a scarred, deformed man?

Boleslav jumped when the door opened, the tall bald man walking through the door with a folder in his hand. Then, his heart dropped.

The same woman from yesterday had come back into his dorm and Boleslav immediately began to squirm in his seat. A desperate bid to escape her clutches.

Boleslav cowered behind his cuffed hands as she trailed behind him, her eyes boring into the back of his head.

"Get this woman away from me," Boleslav implored. "She'll kill me!"

"She's my protection, she'll stay in this room guarding you until we get what we need from you."

Boleslav groaned as she shifted, merely crossing her arms as she frowned at the man. "Pathetic…"

Boleslav looked at Jack again, his hands pointing to Taina. "P-please get her away from me, I'm begging you. She'll cut me from top to bottom, leave me a mess of stitches!"

Jack looked Taina again. He simply shrugged his shoulders and opened his folder. "She seems like a nice woman, I'm sure she's no threat."

Boleslav shakily looked away from the frightening woman and stared intently at Jack. Jack returned the favor with a patient but expecting look. "So, do you have anything to tell us about the weapons you sold to the White Masks or to any known proxies?"

"I-I haven't done such a thing." Boleslav stammered. "Surely you've got me confused with another person."

"Tell the truth desgraçado," Taina growled. "We don't have time for your games."

Taina feinted an attack and Boleslav cowered. She retracted back and leaned against the corner of the wall once more. Jack didn't flinch.

Boleslav lowered his hands. "The thing is these people have eyes and ears everywhere. I don't know who's listening…"

A few more minutes passed, mostly of Boleslav babbling away about the threat of spies for the White Masks. Jack just nodded patiently, it wasn't the first time for him to see suspects drone about usually far-fetched situations or the like. Taina started to get impatient, rolling her eyes as her disposition changed from patient to angry. Just as Jack hoped.

"I'm sick of listening to you talk about stupid nonsense," Taina growled. She grabbed the man's head and slammed it down to the table. "Spill it!"

"Please don't hurt me!"

"Get off of him now." Isaac's voice called from the PA in the room. Taina scolded the mirror and let go of his neck with a hard jerk, and stood back into the corner. "Isso é uma perda de tempo…"

Boleslav quickly roused to his seat. He frantically pointed at the woman behind him. "I'll tell you everything, just get her away from me!"

"Very well," Jack looked at Taina, his stare said all he needed without uttering a word. She frowned angrily and left the room, shutting the door harshly behind her.

When she made it to the other side of the room where Eliza and Isaac stayed, she didn't say a word and rushed off. "Taina, wait…" Eliza futilely called out.

"She isn't fit for the job if she acts like a child," Isaac commented. "If I was in charge—"

"Well you're not in charge are you?" Eliza interrupted. "Now shut up and listen."

Boleslav looked around the room as if searching for a possible eavesdropper in the small confined room. He leaned in close to the table, his voice harsh and low in Jack's hearing.

"I did not sell to proxies except for one group." Boleslav uttered. "I sold through a middleman to a group based in California."

"What was the name of this group?" Jack calmly asked. Behind the glass, Eliza rang up Six while Isaac began typing the key points into his keyboard.

"It's a small group; all young people, maybe around twenty or thirty. The man who talked to me sounded more matured, I'm confident that he's the leader of the group."

"What was the name of the group," Jack reiterated. "I want names first."

"The man didn't have a name, he just went by Commander Che, like the communist from South America. They wanted heavy weapons; Machine guns and sniper rifles. They also ordered dozens of grenades and explosives, like they were building a small army."

"The name of the group!" Jack repeated, "What's the name of the group?"

"They call themselves the White Masks of the People's Liberation Army. WMPLA. That's what they called themselves, I've never heard of the group before, and that's all I know. I swear."

"You're lying," Jack stated. "You know more."

Boleslav gesticulated, but words failed to come except for the grunt or squeak of his tongue cut off from what to say. "Please, if they're the same White Masks like the news they'll come after my family for snitching."

"Your family is safe with the German Police, I'm sure they'll remain safe." Jack flipped his folder. "Now, how many weapons did you sell to the group?"

"We sold about a hundred AUG rifles, fifty or so of Soviet carbines, SKS's and the like. We sold them hand grenades and some homemade explosives." Boleslav rubbed his neck. "I think that's about it, they had quite some money to spend."

"You said that they were in California, can you point where in California they're located in?"

"A university, a UC specifically somewhere up north. Which one I couldn't tell you. We gave them through a cartel down in Mexico who moved them up to California."

"Then how'd did you get the information?"

"Because they wanted a middleman to make the paper trail lead elsewhere. We shipped the guns to Mexico, they paid the Mexicans to move the shipment so it wouldn't look like it was my business that did. They were kind enough to tell us where the weapons headed, the Cartel."

"Can you say who the Cartel is?"

"I am afraid not, only the White Masks knew."

Jack sighed. "That's not a sound business practice."

Boleslav chuckled a little nervously. "It's what they wanted."

"You're afraid of retaliation?" Jack clicked a pen.

"The White Masks have many members and the means of punishment," Boleslav quivered. "Even if they're just posers, they could have actual connections with the White Masks."

"Then why didn't you sell the actual White Masks like before?" Jack asked. "When they staged the attack in Berlin last year."

"I didn't sell them weapons. Some other group did." Boleslav flicked off. "I assume that they bought it from people who bought weapons from me years ago."

"Y'know for every answer I get only more and more confused," Jack sighed, closing up the folder. "But we have all the information we need now."

Boleslav smiled nervously. "So does that mean I leave?"

"No, it doesn't." Jack opened up the door and closed the door behind him. Boleslav eyes the door unbelievably and frowned. Eliza was already deep into a conversation with Six as Isaac typed a message sent to the entire team to meet in the Planning Room.

The whispered talks and the idle dialogue of the room didn't ease once Six's face appeared on the large screen. Only until she started to hush down the crowd was when there were silence and her ability to control the room of weary operators.

"Everyone," she began, "I know how grave this matter is. Another attack on American soil could be devastating to both the people and the nation'swell-being. Bartlett still has yet to recover from their attack two years ago, and I promised that such a threat would never happen again."

The crowd became more somber. "I intend to keep that promise. We will do our job as Counter-Terrorist Unit and eliminate the threat before it can appear."

"For now, I'll leave Miss Cohen in charge of this operation, she'll explain everything. You'll be taking orders for the mission from her. Thatcher will be staying behind to run the base while the rest of the team is away. Six out."

The screen blacked out, leaving a dark reflection of the operators. Eliza took the stage and announced the mission's details.

"Alright people, we have a new threat in our hands."

The screen suddenly went from black to an image of Boleslav and Jack in the interrogation room, both seemingly conversing with each other. "Thanks to what we got from Boleslav, we learned where and what was the White Masks latest purchase of arms and explosives."

Ash flicked the screen to a map of California. "From what we gathered we know that Boleslav sold an army's worth of guns to a radical left-wing group of the White Masks. It's close to what we know of their true intentions thanks to Isaac's knowledge. Thankfully, we also know of their organization."

The next image on the screen was a screenshot of a website covered in bold red, black and yellow characters and logos, especially those of the anarchist and communist symbols. The website seemed sleek, modern, and attractive to the more easily unfocused mind. "This the website of the supposed White Mask branch we're dealing with. The People's Liberation Army. A political group based on UC Berkeley. From what the website tells us, they're Anarcho-Communist anti-government radicals lead by a Commander Che, an obvious alias. They seem to be planning something big one month from now. We need to prevent it from even happening."

"Do you think they're supported by other anarchist or even the White Masks?" Jon asked.

"We're hoping not, but we still need more time to know these people. Once we break the website and find out about their members, we'll move in."

The crowd remained silent.

"Until then Six alerted the Department of Homeland Security. We'll be on the bench until they call us on." Eliza crossed her arms. "I've got a list of who's going from Six, when I call you get your things ready."

Eliza pulled out a list on her phone. "Siu Mei Lin, Meghan Castellano, Masaru Enatsu, John Nilsson, Monika Weiss, Ryad Ramirez, Jon Taylor, Ethan Yi, Taina Pereira, Zofia Bosak, Jack Estrada, Isaac Meza, Chul Kyung Hwa, and Emmanuelle Pichon. Get your bags ready for immediate departure."

The woman placed her folder down. "Keep in mind, we'll be working in high-civilian location. Every shot matters."

A/N: Been a little lazy this weekend so I didn't finish it as soon as I would've. I added that little boxing scene at the beginning late to the week so I was mostly finishing that lol. Hope none of you mind.

It'll be a little longer uploading the next chapter because I'm working a school project that will be of more importance.

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-Mister Bombastic