A/N: Hey everybody, I managed to squeeze this chapter out I really enjoyed writing this chapter. I can't wait to start the next one. I hope everyone is enjoying Grim Sky cause I am. I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. Let me know if I missed any errors and don't be afraid to leave a review. Enjoy!
Chapter 11: A Promise
June 24, 2018
0900 hours Hereford
Six was in her office reading and rereading the files of Maverick and Clash as the day got closer to their recruitment. Maverick's paper work was extensive as it was filled with NDA's and other things of sorts she thought Harding's and Mitchell's paperwork was ridiculous but this was a stupid amount she didn't like that it was so extensive. Her phone rang she immediately picked up.
"Hello?"
"Madam Six this is the director of operations here at Langley and I have something that your team needs to respond to."
"What's the situation?" she asked still kind of reading Maverick's file
"I have an undercover agent that has been inside of the white mask organization for a few months and he claims his cover could be blown and he needs a team to pull him out can you assist?"
"Yes send me specs my team will take of the situation" Six replied as she looked to her computer and she had received a secure email
She started looking through the files she had received it was club that was ran by the organization in Spain. She was reading the specs for the building and she gathered the blueprints for the building as well. She saw the picture of what the spook would be wearing it was a standard White Mask uniform aside from the blue striping on the arms of his trench coat.
"Six I need you to ensure that specialist Fletcher and specialist Packston are assigned to this operation"
"May I ask why?" Six was very curious as to why Harding and Mitchell had to be assigned to the op
"Our agent says that he has worked with them before and he trusts that they will get him out" The man spoke
"I can assure that I will assign them to the team. What is your agent's name?" Six asked
There was a click and a disconnected beeping she sighed and hung up her phone.
While Six was going through the files everyone was enjoying a Pancake and bacon breakfast. It was rare that the cooks would make something like that so every operator was down there. Elena and Emma were beat as they had pulled an all nighter on the shield. Eliza and Jordan had been studying the 'Suri' torch that Maverick uses trying to perfect it. Mitchell and Tina sat with each other they weren't exactly dating yet but hey were feeling close and enjoying each other's presence. Harding sat with Mitchell and Tina he had file in his hands he got his hands on Maverick's file. Don't ask how he got it. He sat down reading it as he ate. Meghan was sitting with her usual crew Craig joined them this morning although he seemed particularly interested in Monika. Dominic would normally be screwing around with people but seeing as this breakfast was rare he decided against it and he was with the rest of the GSG 9 crew.
"What are you reading there brother?" Mitchell asked
"The file of a novyy paren'" (new guy in Russian) Harding said
"Of a what?" Tina asked she was confused
"Nothing" Harding said calmly
"How did you get it?" Mitchell asked
"Best you don't ask" Harding smirked
Mitchell dropped the conversation as he knew where that was going. Harding noticed there was a twinkle in Mitchell's eye. He just had to start picking on him. He set the file down and smiled.
"So when are you going to take her out?" Harding said with a smug smile looking at Mitchell
"How did you…you know what never mind" Mitchell looked away
"Dude I have only seen that twinkle in your eye two or three times before." Harding's smile grew
"I'm taking her out soon" Mitchell looked at Harding
They stared at each other for the next few minutes waiting to see what the other would do. Harding was smiling and Mitchell had a don't fucking do it face. Tina wasn't sure what was going to happen next but she had a feeling that it was going to be funny. Harding moved like lightning and he put Mitchell in a head lock (one that would allow someone to give a noogie)
"Come the fuck on let me go" Mitchell had annoyance in his voice and he knew he couldn't get free as Harding was stronger than him
"You know this reminds me when me and you hit the bar in Kansas and you got so hammered that you barfed in someone's purse because you couldn't make it out the door. *he looked to Tina* then that lady smacked him into the next year. She hit him so hard that his face was bruised for the next week" Harding started to laugh
Mitchell just turned red as that wasn't his best hour. Tina covered her face as she didn't want Mitchell to see her laugh. Harding just laughed. Mitchell was pushing on Harding's arm trying to get free. Mitchell had enough and he wrapped his arms around Harding's waist and he pulled him to the floor. Even though the fight looked real they were actually screwing around. Harding let go of Mitchell and they both scrambled to their feet both smiling. Everyone turned their attention to Harding and Mitchell. Mitchell had his fists raised Harding had his hands open instead of a fist. Mitchell was the first to move he threw a punch. Harding caught his fist and smiled. Harding used his left hand to throw a few strikes on Mitchell's ribs. Mitchell got free and he dropped down kicked Harding's legs out from under him. Harding fell to the floor and Mitchell got over top of Harding. At this point there was a large circle around Harding and Mitchell everyone was making sure that Mike, Vicente, or Six wasn't coming.
"Come on Mitch get 'em" Craig said with excitement in his voice
"Get him Mitch" James smiled
Mitchell threw a punch at Harding. Harding smiled as he deflected the punch and put Mitchell into an Arm bar.
"You should tap now little brother" Harding had a smile
Mitchell tried to break the arm bar but he couldn't so he tapped.
"Ah fuck, I tap, I tap" Mitchell said with light amounts of pain penetrating his voice
Harding let go of Mitchell and got off the floor they turned and gave a brotherly hug.
"You still need to work on striking speed" Harding said as he sat down at the table
"Yeah and you still need to work on your predictions I thought you would have seen the sweeper kick coming" Mitchell said taking his seat with a smile
Everyone was still looking at them in curiosity wondering why they didn't beat the shit out of each other.
"It wasn't a real fight guys go back to your breakfast" Mitchell said with a huff of amusement
"Really?" James asked
"Yes James it was fake if it were real we both would have been bleeding with broken bones" Mitchell smiled
The group dispersed and the mess hall returned to normal and there was idle talk after a few minutes. Tina wasn't sure how to respond to what she just saw.
"Does this happen often?" she asked looking to both Harding and Mitchell
"We haven't done that in a long time but we used to do that just about every day back when we were with the 75th" Mitchell gave a warming smile
Tina melted at his smile and she returned the smile. Sebastian had just got into the mess hall he didn't see the fake fight. He grabbed a tray and sat at the table with Mitchell and them.
"Morning" Sebastian said with a glowing smile
"Morning Seb" Harding replied
"Morning" Mitchell returned the smile
"Morning" Tina smiled
"So have you two been on a date yet?" Sebastian asked
Mitchell face palmed and Tina blushed. Harding couldn't help but laugh.
"No they haven't yet Seb" Harding said between laughs
"How did you know I asked?" Tina looked to him in shock
"Well you just told me, but I saw the way you looked at him and I knew that were going to eventually." Sebastian kept his smile
Tina blushed furiously, she covered her face and looked to the table. Mitchell just looked at a Tina with a smile as he thought she was cute when she was flustered. Haring just kept laughing it wasn't as hard as it was. Harding's laugh was truly one of a kind it was a deep laugh that came from the gut it fluctuated between low and high witch made it funnier yet it was natural. Meghan loved his laugh she had only heard it a few times. She looked over to the table he was sitting at she just smiled. Lera and Monika both shook their heads at her.
"Vhy don't you just talk to him?" Monika asked
"I don't know" Meghan replied
"You can't be afraid of rejection Meghan" Lera chimed in
"Not to mention he would probably say yes" Craig decided to jump in the conversation
"Why would you say that pirate?" Ela asked with her cold stare
"Well believe it or not he is nice guy once you get through his barriers. I have my doubts that he has a woman recently" Craig spoke from experience.
Meghan sighed and went back to eating her breakfast.
1100 hours Hereford
Harding, Mitchell, Mike, Gilles, Jack, and Meghan were all called to the briefing room. They all sat in the briefing room patiently waiting for Six. It had already been 10 minutes.
"If she's not here in the next few minutes I'm going to go back to my workout" Harding spoke with slight annoyance
"Have patience and relax" Mitchell said and looked at him
"It's not like her to keep us waiting" Mike spoke
They were restless and tired of waiting as they had better things to do. Six finally walked in the door threw a pile of papers down on the podium.
"There is an undercover C.I.A agent that has been embedded in the White mask organization. He is calling for extraction. He claims that his cover has been blown and that he needs a team to go in and sweep the building. During the day the club is closed and there is a small force of masks keeping the building secure. The building is a club in Spain *picture of the building appears on the screen* There are long and open corridors so be careful not to get in the open. Your objectives are to pull the agent out kill all white masks and steal every bit of information you can."
Harding rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest.
"What do you know another spook screaming for help what are the chances he actually got anything?" Harding thought to himself
Six saw this "What is your issue mister Fletcher?"
"My issue is that we have to save some lowlife spook who most likely didn't get jack shit for information. If they did get any information what makes you think that they will share it with us? The agency is fully capable of getting their own agent out so I don't understand why we have to do this." Harding voice was filled with annoyance
"Damn it Fletcher all you had to do was sit through the briefing" Mitchell said to himself
"Well Fletcher they will share their information. They want us to take of this because we don't need permission from other governments to go across their boarders." Six replied
Harding shook his head with a smile. "There is something missing from this story who ever told you about this has left out a major part. You cannot trust the agency."
"This came from the director of operations-"
Harding cut her off "Let me tell you somethin', that means absolutely nothing that came from their director of operations. They didn't tell you the name of the agent did they?" Harding looked her
She sat there in silence. Everyone except Mitchell was surprised to see Six speechless.
"That's what I thought. You can never trust the agency they always hold a major piece of the puzzle. There is another reason the agency is there. It's most definitely not for the White Masks." Harding spoke in a tone of annoyance and experience "I'll see everyone on the plane"
Harding stood up and walked out of the room. Mitchell stood up as did the rest of the ops.
"Ma'am I'm sorry about that just me and him haven't had the best track record with the agency" Mitchell spoke in an apologetic tone
"Will he do the job without killing the agent?" She asked
"So long as it isn't someone who betrayed us beforehand" Mitchell's tone shifted to seriousness
She looked to the other operators
"Keep him in line, you are all dismissed" Six knew Harding was partially right
They walked to the armory together. They started grabbing their gear Harding's locker was already missing his MDR and his Kimber.
"Can we rely on him?" Gilles asked looking to Mitchell
"Yeah you can depend on him to do his job" Mitchell looked to Gilles
"I don't know if it's the best idea that he comes with us. No offense" Jack said
"Well I'm going to need help keeping him in line if shit gets sideways" Mitchell looked at the team.
"Why does he hate the agency so much?" Meghan asked as she checked her MPX
"Well we both have been burned by them more than once and it nearly claimed our lives" Mitchell checked his ACR over
"You both should really trust the intelligence community they are the ones feeding us the information on the White masks." Mike looked to Mitchell with his AR-33 in hand.
"Your one to talk about trusting someone else" Mitchell managed to keep his statement internal
The team walked out to the plane Harding was already sitting in there with his MDR in his lap and his pack was on the floor between his legs. Meghan obviously sat next to him the team took their seats in the plane and it took off heading to Spain.
1300 hours Hereford
As team was in flight to Spain, Tina was snooping around Mitchell's dorm just seeing what liked and disliked. Mitchell wouldn't have minded either way just as long as she didn't steal anything. She looked at his desk to see there were pictures of his adoptive parents with him in-between them they all had smiles on their faces. His mom had a darker skin complexion she looked like there was Native American in her and she was in her mid-thirties with long flowing black hair her eyes were a deep brown. His dad had dirty blonde hair that was thinning and looked like he was close to his forties his eyes were a hazel color. His skin tone was a tanned Caucasian. There was another picture it was of him and Harding she could tell it was in a bar there were three guys with them. One looked to be in his early twenties. Another one in the picture looked massive he was really tall and muscular. The last one was not as young and he looked like the happiest man the world. Everyone had huge smiles on their faces and they had their beers hoisted in the air.
"They are young in this picture man do they look happy" She thought to herself
She looked around the room and she saw a book with a leather brown binding and covers there was no title on it. She opened it to realize it was his Journal the oldest entry was made in 2008. She flipped through its pages not really reading anything she came across different diagrams that sketched by him they had range markings on different locations. The sketches were quite good they had dates ranging from 2012 through 2017. She kept leafing through the pages just skimming through the entries. One caught her eye. She stopped and started to read it.
June 9, 2010
"…Well Harding survived thank god after being on the table for 12 hours. I will never forget the paleness in his face he was really close to being dead. Man did we get lucky with the hospital. However I am upset I can't say the same thing about our other team members they perished. Whoever that was that tried to take to take us out was more than ready for us. I hope that we can avenge our brothers in arms. I'm sure going to miss them it's still hard to believe that they are gone…"
Her eye brows furrowed as the entry never states how or why Harding was on a table. She flipped through a few more pages. Another entry caught her eye.
February 27, 2011
"…Travis passed away last night, Harding keeps blaming himself for it when it wasn't his fault. Something is different about Harding. Just his aura or some shit has changed he has become more ruthless and quiet than what I am used to. He still thinks what happened to Reaper team was his fault and now this. I can't imagine how he feels. But one thing have noticed is that he doesn't seem like a man anymore he seems more like a shell of who he used to be. He acts and moves more like a ghost. It scares me to be honest. He made a promise that he will do whatever it takes to get us home. The look in his eye is terrifying it is cold, lonely, and filled with rage. It's only me, Harding, Jack, and Forest now. Harding is now our leader as he was the second in command. The rest of the Hell Jumpers died in the ambush. 16 have died it's only us four left and we are stuck behind enemy lines we are low on food, Medical equipment, and ammo. I never thought I would be using an AK-47. Damn these things are old I really wish I had my M249 or my M4 with me they are so much better made than this thing. The silver lining in this is that we have accomplished our mission and Gadhafi has been debunked from power and the rebels are going to start a whole new government system. Man I really want to go home. A beer sounds nice right now a long with a steak or a burger with fries and slaw. Man that sounds delicious. I really need to get laid it has been way to long. I can't wait to get back state side. I really hope that they hold a service for the Hell Jumpers when we get back they were great guys and gals I hope they can find their peace…"
Tina was very confused she had never heard of the Hell Jumpers before and she wondered why they were stuck behind enemy lines. She came across his most recent entry which was the day she finally confessed her love for him. She smiled as she read it. She set down the journal right as she found it. She looked through his room she opened his closet to see his dress uniform hanging there it was filled with medals and ribbons. She noticed the bronze and silver star hanging on it. There was a picture of him and Harding sitting next to each other in their dress uniforms both had sombrous looks on their faces. There was a third man there. It was the same hulking giant from the picture of them at the bar. There was something wrong she looked closely at the pant leg of the third man he had a prosthetic leg. He too had a sad look on his face.
"Where are the other 2?" she asked herself
Jordan was walking by the dorms and he noticed Tina in there. He took a step in and looked at her and smiled.
"You also like to snoop on your crush?" Jordan smiled
Tina slightly jumped. She started blushing and she faced him.
"You used to be a marine right?" she asked
Jordan leaned on the door frame "Yeah why?"
"Did you ever hear of the Hell Jumpers?" She looked at him quizzically
Jordan thought for a minute. "No I have never heard of that before"
Mark was close by and he poked his head in the doorway.
"The Hell Jumpers were a part of the Halo games as the ODST's they would drop behind enemy lines and destroy the enemy from there" Mark had nerded out a little as he was well versed in the Halo lore as it was one of his favorite games to play and learn about.
"No not fantasy this was real it was in Mitchell's journal" she spoke shaking her head softly
Jordan got an oh shit face. "It's best that you don't ask around about that because Mitchell might be wanting to keep that under wraps for now. Mark you never heard this conversation"
"I won't ask or tell anyone mate" Mark spoke with confidence
"Tina I think it's best that you don't ask Mitchell about it until he is ready to talk about it. Just that might still be very personal to him." Jordan looked at her with caring eyes "Just I would hate to see a relationship stop before it had a chance to begin, ok" Jordan put a hand on Tina's shoulder
"Ok, Jordan" She looked at him and flashed a smile
Jordan and Mark left the room. Tina was still rummaging through Mitchell's things. She came across a shoe box that had "Tour of America" written in black sharpie. She opened it and found pictures upon pictures. She started to go through them she found one where Harding and Mitchell were standing over what looked to be a lake really it was the ocean. It was cold as they had carhartt coats with sock hats, gloves and boots. There was snow on the ground. She flipped it over "Allusion islands Alaska March 2003: Looking to Russia" She could tell that they were freezing their balls off and they had forced smiles on their faces trying to get out of the cold. She giggled softly. She looked to the next one they were on a beach both were shirtless and in trunks looking at the ocean. She couldn't help but blush as Mitchell wasn't as shredded as he is now but still pretty close. Harding was very well cut thanks to his MMA training and workout routine.
"Wow Harding looks great in this picture" She thought to herself
She flipped it over "Honolulu, Hawaii Queens beach March 2003 The pacific Ocean" They were in the same pose as the picture before it. Harding had his left arm around Mitchell's shoulders with his right arm in the air giving a thumbs up. Mitchell had his right arm around Harding with his left arm in the air in a fist. She just smiled and went through every picture and there had to a few thousand pictures in that box.
1400 hours Ibiza, Spain
The team landed in Spain Thatcher was naturally placed as squad leader he was giving his own briefing of the situation on the way their and explaining the roles of each member. They were on a Zodiac with Meghan driving
"Ghost you are our eyes find our HVT and guide us to him. Valkyrie as soon as ghost finds the HVT get your camera in the room and keep an eye on him. Monty and Pulse I want you two together as soon as we clear an area I need you to get the enemy through the floor with your scanner. Inferno you are with me. You and I are going to roll as a sweeper team going room to room clearing them out etc. Ghost after she has a camera in the room you are to regroup with us and help with the sweep understood?" Mike looked to the team
Everyone nodded as they stepped off the boat. Harding darted for the ruins and he immediately set up shop he started scanning the windows slowly and methodically. Monty and Pulse were waiting outside the sunrise bar. Valkyrie just waited by the perimeter of the building. Thatcher and Mitchell set up at the main door waiting for breach.
"Found him, He's in pool table shootin' pool five guys are with him." Harding spoke
Valkyrie threw her cam into the room as the window was open.
"I can confirm HVT is in the pool table room begin assault" Valkyrie spoke
The Agent inside heard the camera land activate he smiled beneath his mask as knew what was going to happen next. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Harding at the ruins watching him.
"Breaching!" Thatcher yelled as his breaching charge destroyed the main door
Mitchell was the first in. There was a mask behind the main desk he reached for his rifle but Mitchell bursted him down quickly. Thatcher took out one walking out of the bathroom. They surprisingly agreed to go through the bathroom and kitchen. Pulse and Monty got into the sunrise bar which was empty Pulse went straight to work he started scanning the ceiling.
"Two are in DJ" Pulse said keeping his eye on his heart monitor
He scanned the blue bar wall quickly.
"Six are in blue bar" He shouted "Monty keep me covered"
"I have you covered" Monty replied extending his shield
Pulse threw a nitro cell onto the ceiling taking out the masks in DJ.
"Valkyrie, me and you are going to clear out blue bar together and sweep the security room" Harding said hopping down
"I'm waiting on you ghost" She said as she stacked on the door
Harding came on the other side he readied his flashbangs. She nodded. Harding chucked his flashbangs into the room there three white masks blinded by the light. Valkyrie went in and got all three of them. Thatcher and Mitchell were pinned down by Kitchen. Mitchell was blind firing into the room hoping to get one of them.
"Mitchell fire incendiary" Thatcher looked at him
Mitchell prepped his grenade and fired it into the room. There was a large bang and a rush of extremely hot air. Thatcher could feel it through his mask. The glass that covered his eye became covered with condensation because of the sudden heat change. The masks that were in the kitchen were now being bathed in fire. They slowly died.
"Damn son I'm pretty sure you scorched my beard" Thatcher spoke with a light chuckle
Mitchell smiled but it was hidden by his balaclava. "We need to push upstairs from the lobby" Mitchell said
Thatcher nodded as they pushed up the stairs from the lobby. Pulse and Monty were working their way through Hookah. Monty was trapped in a corner and Pulse was outside of the room.
"Pulse give me a hand I have three guys in front of me shooting at me" Monty said with light panic
"Give me five seconds" Pulse shouted
Pulse went to one of the soft walls and he pulled out his heart sensor and memorized the positions of the enemy and unloaded his UMP into them. Monty retracted his shield as they were going to start their assault on the pool table room.
"Hookah clear we are heading to the pool table room" Monty spoke
Meghan had cleared security by herself. Harding was having a problem getting into blue bar so she came back to help.
"Security is clear. I'm going back to help Ghost." She returned to Harding "Flash them and we can mop them up"
Harding nodded he prepped two flashbangs and he haphazardly tossed them into the blue bar. They exploded he walked in a chalked up four of them that were at the back of the room. Two escaped into sunrise.
"Shit" she spoke in a slightly agitated tone
"No worries I'll get 'em" Harding walked calmly to the doorway of blue bar and he cloaked himself he walked into the bar quietly neither mask knew he was there.
"Jackson be ready" one mask called from behind the bar
"How the fuck did they get here without us noticing?" The other mask asked
"I don't know man just be ready for the push" they both readied their rifles at the door
Harding let out a chuckle as he was behind them. They turned around to see nothing. "WHAT THE FU-" The masks sentence was cut short as Harding's tomahawk met his throat. The other mask turned to fire. Harding threw the dead body of the mask on the live one. Harding pulled his handgun and shot the other mask in the head.
"Blue is clear Monty we will join you and Jack momentarily" Harding spoke as he took his tomahawk from the mask's throat. He used the trench coat to wipe the blood off the tomahawk.
Mitchell and Thatcher had pushed to the room behind the pool table room they didn't clear theater as they were more concerned about the agent.
"Negative, you Valkyrie need to clear theater and the hall of fame" Thatcher said prepping another breaching charge on the door to pool table.
"Roger" Harding said calmly as he and Valkyrie made their way to the theater.
"On my signal we breach the doors and we grab the HVT." Thatcher spoke with authority
Monty and Pulse were ready for a breach
"Three…Two…One…Mark" Thatcher blew the breaching charge sending splinters of wood everywhere
Monty and Pulse quickly got in the room only to see the agent still shooting pool as if nothing had happened.
"Star" Thatcher spoke
"Texas" The agent replied calmly
"We are here to get you out of here sir" Thatcher spoke with authority
"I know just let me finish my game" The agent continued to shoot pool
Mitchell knew his voice from somewhere he couldn't quite place it.
"I know that voice but from where?" Mitchell thought to himself
"Can you take off that ridiculous mask at least?" Pulse asked
"Yes I can" The agent took off his mask and he pushed his hood down
Monty and Pulse moved next to Thatcher and Mitchell to get a better look at the spook.
"Fuck me where is Harding?" Mitchell asked with urgency
"He was in Theater why?" Monty spoke
The agent turned around and got out in the hall way he was going to see if Harding was there. Harding and Valkyrie had finished up with the sweep they were walking to the pool table room. Harding saw the agent and his blood went from ice cold to a boiling white hot rage.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH" Harding yelled
"Oh no" Mitchell said he quickly got in the hall
Just as Mitchell got in the hall. Harding landed a superman punch on the agent breaking his nose.
"YOU CAN CHANGE YOU NAME BUT YOU CAN'T CHANGE YOUR FACE YOU SHIT" Harding spoke with pure rage as he took the agent to the ground his MMA skills took over. He was sending multiple punches to the agents face they were all hitting their mark.
"FLETCHER STOP" Thatcher yelled
Harding was putting on a clinic the agent couldn't even bring his hands to his face to block the blows. Monty threw his shield down and grabbed Harding's waist and picked him up. Harding was trying to get free.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH I PROMISED THEM THAT I WOULD KILL YOU" Harding yelled at the top of his lungs still fighting to get out of Monty's grasp
Monty threw Harding on the floor head first with all his might. Harding was knocked out after the blow. Monty was breathing heavily. Everyone looked at Mitchell who was already tending to the agent who now had a broken nose, a busted eye socket, and few of his teeth were on the floor.
"What the hell was that?" Thatcher asked wanting answers
"Well mister Lynch here was the head spook for an elite team that has a lot of classified information. Harding and I were on that team and this fucker got 17 out of the 20 sent in killed. Harding still hasn't forgotten this bastard. He made a promise to the other living team member that he would kill Lynch to avenge them. That is what that was" Mitchell said with an eerie coolness "It probably best that you cuff Harding or else he will wake up and actually succeed in killing this fucker."
Pulse quickly cuffed Harding as he was knocked out. Monty picked Fletcher up and threw him over his shoulder as Mitchell grabbed Le Roc. Valkyrie took the agent they got back on the boat and on to the plane. The plane ride was dead quiet. Lynch (the agent) was going to be fine other than the teeth and nose. Meghan had never seen someone go from calm, cool, and collected to a sporadic, pissed off wack job that fast. Harding's words echoed in her head.
1600 hours Hereford
The team got back to base Harding had woke up on the plane ride back his head was hurting like a motherfucker. Six had about what happened as did the rest of the base. Everyone was surprised to hear that someone did that. Mike was already in Six's office and he was pissed.
"I want Fletcher off the team, Now" Mike was still in his combat wears except for his gas mask
Six sighed "Mike I know you do but look he is a good operator and he has a unique skill set this team needs. He shouldn't have reacted that way. But remember what you did to Oliver I nearly kicked you and him off the team because of that."
"That was a different scenario. Fletcher would have killed the HVT had we not been there. That is not good what would we have done if he did kill the HVT? Hmm?" Mike asked with a contained rage in his voice
"I understand Mike, but like I said Fletcher has a unique skill set and if I kick him off the team Packston is likely to follow and we need his hard breaching capabilities right because Jordan is still out on a medical condition. If Packston leaves we are left with Yumiko and that's a lot of work for one operator and you know that. Not to mention everyone on this team likes Mitchell hell he even got Chul to talk to him. So imagine the damage that would be caused if he left. Then the entire team would most likely resent you for him leaving and I can't have that with one of my leaders." Six spoke in a menacing tone
Six's tone took the fight right out of Mike. Mike sat there and thought about what six said about Mitchell leaving. She was right. "Then what do we do?" Mike asked a little more calmly
"Well we have him plea his case with evidence if he has any, then we will lock up Lynch or we keep Fletcher confided to the base and he can only leave for missions that we need him on and if he acts up like this again he is off the team. Sound good?" Six looked Mike right in the eyes
"Sounds good to me" Mike gave a nod and walked out the door.
Harding was in his room he had locked to the door and he sat in the corner of his room with the lights out the dorm was almost completely black.
"Nice going dumb ass now you could've ruined Mitchell's career on top of yours. Just because you couldn't control your anger. Now you may go to prison for it and you know what Meghan probably doesn't even want to know who are anymore. Nice going fucktard" Harding's negative side rang through his head "You deserve this you couldn't protect Reaper Team or the Hell Jumpers. This is the third team you have been a part of and still yet you manage to fuck everything up. You deserve prison or better yet you deserve to die" His voice rang out again.
Harding could feel a tear run down his face as he knew was going to prison and possibly destroying Mitchell's career. He let his team down all because he couldn't control his anger. Harding was just beating the snot out of himself. He truly wanted to die now.
