Authors Note: Hey what is up everyone! I have a new Chapter for you guy's to read so I'm not goint to do much talking here, so I hope you enjoy this latest addition to this Fanfic! I do have a few things I would like to say at the end of this chapter so if you guy's could please stick around till the end, I would really appreciate it. That being said, Happy Reading Y'all!
*Mercury McRanger belongs to Mr Foxer (Thank you for submitting your O.C)*
Date: Tuesday, September 13, 2080
Location: U.S Special Forces Command, Quantico, Virginia
Time: 9:10 A.M
Mercury McRanger walked quietly down the long brown walled corridors of the United States Special Forces Headquarters. He had received a call earlier, from the Commissioner of Special Forces and Operations, requesting his presence at the headquarters at once. Mercury didn't know why his presence was called for, but the tone of the Commissioners voice told him something was going on. He tried to think up of all the possible scenarios of why he would be needed as he started reaching the end of the long brown corridor, the hard patter of his heavy steeled toed combat boots sounded as he walked along the office like carpet floor. Before long, McRanger had reached a set of steel double doors that led him deeper into the compound of the Special Forces headquarters.
Mercury took a deep breath as he put his right hand on the bar that opened the double doors, before pushing forward and entering the huge darkened command center of every single Special Force mission being carried out currently at the time. The command center looked almost identical to that of the command center at the Pentagon, they both were very large rooms filled to the roof with the highest ends of cutting edge computers and tech, and both command centers oversaw missions and tasks given out to operatives to complete. The only major difference was that the Special Forces Command center only dealt with missions involving any Spec Ops operatives and the room itself was rectangular, while the Pentagon oversaw missions carried out by each of the standard branches of the United States military and the room at the pentagon was obviously pentagonal. McRanger walked further inside the large command center room as he looked around at the people, who were currently working away at their respective stations while recording any information given to them by the operatives on duty. He took a few steps forward before a military police soldier step out in front of him.
"State your name and your business here." The military police soldier asked.
"My name is Sergeant Mercury McRanger, Delta Force. The Commissioner wished to speak with me about a situation this morning." McRanger replied back as he looked over at the soldier standing in front of him.
"Roger, right this way." The soldier replied as he began to lead McRanger over to the Commissioner.
McRanger followed his escort closely; the two men began to climb a set of steel stairs that lead them to the upper level of the command center, before turning over to the right and continued walking down another walkway. The walkway on the second floor was narrower than the first floor, but also lacked some of the high grade machinery scattered across the lengths of the walls. There were also fewer people on the second floor, and there seemed to be an abundance of rooms as well. It wasn't long however, before McRanger's escort stopped in front of an office door, located right in the middle of the walkway, and knocked on the glass window quickly and firmly. McRanger could hear a muffled sound coming from behind the door, before watching the soldier who escorted him step aside and open the door for McRanger to walk in to the office of the commissioner.
McRanger gave a quick nod towards the soldier holding the door open as he stepped inside the darkened office, the soldier nodding back as he closed the door behind McRanger and returned back to his position. McRanger looked around the Commissioner's office as he waited for his eyes to focus to the dark office room he had just stepped inside of, the only light came from a small desk lamp located not too far from the door to his left. Not long after, McRanger could make the outline of a basic office desk crammed with files and office supplies, two office chairs rested in front of the desk and behind the desk was a large swivel chair with a man working hard at work sitting on it.
"Take a seat, Sergeant." The Commissioner spoke as he kept his eyes glued to the paperwork on his desk. McRanger walked over to one of the two chairs and cleared his throat out so he could speak clearly.
"What's the situation, Commissioner?" McRanger said as he sat at attention.
"Well, since we are getting right to the point, the situation is as follows; At 8:30 in the morning, The President of the United States and the Vice President made their way over to Andrews Air Force Base and boarded Air Force One, their destination, JFK Airport over in New York City. They were en route to the United Nations headquarters in NYC to speak with the other world leaders in regards to our new visitors. At exactly 9:00 A.M, Air Force One disappeared from ATC's and our radar, and the planes transponder went offline. The Department of Homeland Security believes that Air Force One might have been compromised with terrorist, but nothing is sure at this moment. The only Intel we have is that Air Force One was last spotted over Chestertown, Maryland via notifications that the presidents escape pod had been launched." The Commissioner spoke as he handed McRanger a sheet of paper with a detailed report of what looked like Air Traffic Control's data logs.
"Nobody knows what's going on, and The Pentagons right up my ass looking for answers. That being said, I'm giving you the task of extracting the President of the United States and bringing him back to D.C to secure him in his bunker at the White House. Do you have any questions?"" The Commissioner added as McRanger placed the file back down on the already crowded desk.
"Am I doing this solo?" McRanger asked as he stood back up from his seat.
"Affirmative, this is a simple extraction mission. You'll be deployed along with a predator drone to provide you some eyes from above. Also, you have clearance to fire at will if you do encounter any hostiles, but stealth is highly suggested, especially once you establish contact with the President." The Commissioner responded.
"Understood." McRanger responded back.
"Good, I ordered your equipment to be sent over here and should be waiting for you in the locker rooms downstairs. I want you suited up and ready to go as of yesterday, so I need you to double time it. When you're finished prepping, a chopper will be waiting for you outside to proceed on with the mission. Dismissed." The Commissioner finished saying as McRanger nodded his head and began making his way over to the locker rooms to get ready.
Not long after, McRanger made his way into the white walled locker room. In front of him, McRanger could see that there was a set of black medium sized duffle bags resting on top of a bench. He made his way towards the bags, grabbing the one to his left and opened it to see a dark sea blue metallic backpack resting inside the duffle bag. McRanger took the backpack out from the duffle bag and placed the straps over his shoulder, connecting the four straps that met around the area of his chest and pressed on the center of his chest, the backpack began to whir to life, and the metallic dark sea blue plates began to cover his body.
Like every active member inside the US Special Forces, McRanger was given a custom made exoskeleton combat suit when he had been accepted into Delta Force. The suits where similar to those given out to standard G.I service men, however the Special Force exo-suits were built to withstand stronger munitions and higher end explosives, as well as provide further capabilities of the users strength, stamina, speed, reflexes and agility. The suits also had a technologically advanced HUD display that provided it's operator with special Intel of their surroundings and objectives, as well as provided the suit the ability to camouflage to whatever its surroundings were like. These benefits allowed each and every Special Force operative carry out tasks that no ordinary soldier could do, as well as maintain contact with their team members or with the overseer of the current mission.
It wasn't too long before McRanger's Combat Suit had been fully deployed; the only thing that was missing was his helmet. He then walked over to the next duffle bag and opened the bag swiftly, uncovering the contents of the bag. He grabbed a set of two matte black Desert Eagles from the duffle bag, and placed them on his chest, the sound of the guns metal clanked as McRanger's combat suit magnetically secured the two hand guns in place. He grabbed another set of Desert Eagles and placed them on either side of his thighs, the suit again secured his weapons magnetically. Finally, McRanger pulled out his G36 AR rifle and loaded it with a 30 round magazine, cocking the gun and taking the safety off, the weapon armed and ready to go.
Before leaving the locker room, McRanger took a quick minute to look at himself in the mirrors in front of the sinks. He turned the faucet on and splashed a little bit of the cool tap water on his face, before passing his left hand through his frost white hair. He took a deep sigh before shutting the water off and finally making his way over to the helicopter that was already waiting for him outside.
Name: Sergeant Mercury McRanger, Delta Force
Code-name: Delta One
Location: Outskirts of Chestertown, Maryland
Mission: Operation P.O.T.U.S
Time: 9:30 A.M
"Delta One, we are approaching mission area, prepare to disembark." McRanger heard the pilot of the helicopter say through the copters radios
"Roger, standing by." McRanger said as he pressed a small button on the back of his neck, causing his exo suit to deploy his helmet and visor, turning on his HUD display in the process.
Before long, McRanger could see that the helicopter was beginning to descend closer to ground. He waited until he saw a green light show on the roof of the copter, before throwing over a repelling rope and hooking on his harness to the rope to fall down from the copter.
"Alright Delta One, your cleared for landing." The copter pilot said.
With that, McRanger jumped out from the helicopter and repelled down safely into the vast forest environment down below. He landed with a soft thud as he unhooked himself from his harness and gave a thumb up to the copter pilot up above. Before long, McRanger was all alone in the thick forest as the helicopter began to fly back over to the Special Forces Command Center.
"Delta One, This is Overlord. Do you copy?" A sudden raspy voice came to life into McRanger's radio.
"Affirmative Overlord, I copy loud and clear." McRanger responded. He crouched down as he looked around his surroundings aiming down the sights of his G36 AR rifle.
"Perfect. At this time, we are connecting the camera feed from the Predator drone to your HUD display. From there you should be able to find P.O.T.U.S's current position." The voice over the radio responded back as McRanger waited for the video connection to be made.
In less than a minute, McRanger's HUD system had been connected over to the Predator drone that was currently flying up above him. He looked at the surroundings until he found a small little beacon blinking on the display about 50 meters north of his current location. From there, his HUD automatically marked his target location and was all set to go.
"Overlord, I have confirmation on P.O.T.U.S, the escape pod is due north, 50 meters to be exact. I'm heading over to the target location now." McRanger said as he stood back up and began to tread through the thick vegetation of the forest.
"Roger that Delta One, Proceed as planned."
McRanger kept his rifle drawn as he quickly and quietly made his way over to the President's escape pod. He could hear his feet crunching across the forest ground as he stepped on top of all the dead dried of up leaves that had fallen from the tall thick trees. He heard a wide variety of forest creatures cry out across the entire forest, mainly birds chirping as they flew across the forest canopy. It was a peaceful environment; the vibe in the forest gave of a serine and calm feeling. McRanger however kept his guard up as he continued further into the forest. As he continued to walk, McRanger would occasionally look over to the top left corner of his HUD display to see how far out he was from the Presidents Escape Pod. The number of meters began to decline, going from 50 to 40, 30, and 25 to 15. It wasn't until McRanger was only 10 Meters away that he suddenly stopped moving forward, taking cover behind a thick oak wood tree.
"Overlord, I hear multiple possible hostiles around the area, can you confirm?" McRanger quietly spoke as he readied his G36 to fire.
"Negative Delta One, the Predator is not picking up any possible hostiles around your vicinity." Overlord responded back.
McRanger gave out an irritated sigh as he slowly peeked his head out from behind the oak wood tree to see a small group of figures about seven meters out in front of him.
"Overlord, I repeat I have confirmed visual's on possible hostiles seven meters out in front of me. Do you have a visual via Predator?" McRanger repeated. He raised his rifle up to his eye as he aimed down the sights of his G36.
"Stand by Delta One, Switching Predators feed to thermal." Overlord responded.
"Copy Delta One, You have a group of 15 possible hostiles near P.O.T.U.S, with a larger group not too far off. Recommend you use stealth to get by the group and reach P.O.T.U.S." Overlord spoke as McRanger lowered down his weapon.
"Roger, Switching to stealth mode, going thermal." McRanger said as he placed his G36 AR on his back and waited till his Combat Suit changed to match his surroundings.
From this point, McRanger swiftly made his way past the group of 15 possible hostiles, making sure not to alert a single one of his presence. From what he could see and hear, the hostiles were speaking in a foreign tongue, which raised an alarm for McRanger, as he instantly thought that they were potential terrorists. They had what appeared to be Military clothing, and where armed with AN-94 Assault Rifles. McRanger couldn't really see much else since he was viewing them via Thermal vision, but something told him that these people were not your standard issue terrorist. He kept his guard up as he proceeded to sneak his way past the hostiles.
Not long after, McRanger could see the president's escape pod as he hid within a small bush. It was located right in the middle of a clearing. There was another small group of hostiles surrounding the pod, guarding it while one of the men tried to force open the pod to get a hold of the president. McRanger quickly took a look around the field and thought up a plan that would allow him to grab the president and book it without anyone would find out he was ever even there. He continued watching from his bush, as a guard suddenly appeared in front of his view and began to mess around with the zipper to his uniform.
"Oh you got to be fucking kidding me…" McRanger cursed quietly as he tried to evade the man's stream of piss.
The man continued to release his urine as McRanger tried his best not to let his position be compromised. After what seemed like two minutes, the man finally shook his member dry of any stray drops before pulling his backs back up to his waist and zipping up his zipper. It was at this moment that McRanger decided to quietly jump up from behind the bush, still hidden due to his combat suits camouflage, and chop the man that just pissed on him directly in the neck. The man didn't even have much of a chance to shout out in surprise, as the sheer force from McRanger's metallic chop snapped the man's neck, his spinal cord severed from the force of impact. McRanger quickly caught the limp body and hid it along with himself in the bush as he finalized his plan.
"Overlord, I need you to fire a predator missile towards the group clustered together, I'm going to take these tangos out." McRanger said as he took off the thermal vision on his HUD and waited for the perfect moment to strike.
"Roger that, Predator missile ready for deployment Delta One, fire when ready." Overlord responded.
At that moment, McRanger tagged an area near the large cluster of hostiles and waited for the missile to strike. It wasn't long before McRanger heard the faint roar of a missile coming in; it was only mere seconds away. Almost instantly, a loud booming sound was heard, as well as the cries of agony from the few men who had survived the direct attack of the missile, rang out across the once quiet forest. McRanger jumped out from behind the bush he had been hiding in and began to open fire at the few men remaining, putting quick work into terminating them.
Soon, McRanger was the only person left standing on the clearing, not a single soul made a sound and the forest now seemed eerie rather than peaceful and the once green field now was covered in with dirt, blood and a few body parts. McRanger lowered his rifle and began to make his way over to the presidents escape pod. He watched his surroundings as he inched closer and closer to the pod.
"Alright Overlord, I've secured P.O.T.U.S and the escape pod, how do I get him out?" McRanger said as he reached the escape pod.
"Ok Delta One, to the left hand side of the escape pod, there should be a hatch hidden underneath a hidden compartment. Do you see the hatch?" McRanger heard over his radio. He looked around the left hand side of the escape pod and found the secret compartment.
"Affirmative Overlord I see it, now what?" McRanger replied back.
"Pull that hatch; it should open the air tight door to the escape pod and give you access to P.O.T.U.S."
McRanger nodded as he pulled the hatch, a sound of high pressured air suddenly appeared and he saw the escape pod door slowly open up to reveal a man taking cover on the floor with his hands on his head.
"Mr. President, my name is Sergeant Mercury McRanger, Delta Force; I am here to take you back to D.C, sir." Mercury said as he looked at the man slowly move his hands up from his head and look in his direction.
"Thank goodness, I thought those bastards had finally managed a way to open the escape hatch." President Whitley said as he stood up inside the hatch and dusted himself off.
"No sir, you are in good hands now. Are you alright, do you have any injuries?" McRanger asked as he helped the President of the United States exit the escape pod.
"I'm alright thanks to you and the men who helped me get off the plane." President Whitley said, his voice sounded a little sad when he had mentioned the secret service agents.
"Alright Overlord, P.O.T.U.S is secured. We are now heading over to the extraction point." McRanger said.
"Roger that Delta One, good job." Overlord said as McRanger and President Whitley began moving into the forest and away from the clearing.
On the way over to the extraction point, President Whitley told McRanger all about what had happened onboard Air Force One. McRanger was surprised to hear that Russian fighter jets and Russian operatives had managed to infiltrate the presidential plane and shoot it down. McRanger had a feeling that something seriously worse was about to happen but he shook that feeling away as soon as the two finally had reached the extraction zone and saw the helicopter waiting for them. McRanger helped President Whitley board into the chopper, before taking his seat and closing the passenger hatch to the chopper. The chopper took off quickly and soon, McRanger found himself sitting quietly next to President Whitley as they flew off to their next destination.
"Overlord, this is Delta One. P.O.T.U.S is now en route to his safe house in D.C." McRanger said as he watched the landscape go by from the chopper.
"Outstanding job Delta One, D.C has been notified for secure transfer of P.O.T.U.S." McRanger heard the voice say over his radio.
"Overlord, P.O.T.U.S has some Intel that I think you should know about." McRanger sighed as he spoke over the radio.
"Go ahead, Delta One." McRanger heard Overlord say.
McRanger began to retell the information he had just heard over to the people at the Special Force Command center. He told them about the incident on Air Force One and about the hostiles he had encountered on the ground. It all made McRanger suspicious that something big was going to happen, if it hadn't already did happen and it was a feeling that he did not like at all.
"Something strange is going on here in the mainland, and I think whatever it is isn't going to be good at all." McRanger said over the radio.
"Copy that. Whatever the Russian's are planning to do here on US Soil, we'll stop them before it happens. Here are your new mission objectives. Once you finished transferring the President Whitley over to his transport at D.C, RTB for a full deployment of your squad, copy?" Overlord said.
"Copy that." McRanger said as he pressed the back of his neck again, his face was now reveled as he continued watching the landscape from his spot on the helicopter.
Authors Note: Alright everybody, we have reached yet another ending to a chapter in the story. I would like to thank once again Mr Foxer for submitting his O.C, Mecury McRanger, to this story and for also giving me the idea to accept submissions in the first place. Like I said at the beginning of the page, I do have a few things I would like to say, as well as I would like to know some of the opinions you awesome readers might have about this story, so thank you all for staying this long. First up on the list are my questions to you guys;
1)How am I doing so far in terms of providing you all with an interesting story? (This is my first ever Fanfic I have written and posted online for anyone to see, so I would really like to know how I am doing.)
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2) Is there Anything you guy's think I need work on or improvement in terms of story telling/ writing? (I know it is hard to please everyone, but if a majority of people say I need work on a certain area of writing, then I can work on improving that said area.)
This will really help me out just being a better writer in general, so please don't think I will come at you if you speak what you believe to be true, everybody should be open to constructive criticism and not get butt hurt if someone said something you didn't like (Unless it is complete harassment/ not constructive at all)
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