Anna road on the side of the SUV as it came around the corner behind the SUV with the ram bars on the front. She watched as the lead SUV speed up at the last second and plowed through the big garage door on the side of the warehouse.

She saw five guys jump out and start dropping targets inside the warehouse. Her SUV rolled up to the front and stopped letting her jump off with Morgan right behind her. She came through the door with her MP5K up and saw most of the targets down in the room. She also saw one of her tactical guys on the floor.

She ran for cover and saw a guy come through a door to the side with a gun out she brought her gun up and fired off a quick burst dropping him. She rolled behind a stack of crates and popped up to see if anyone was still standing. She saw one guy in the corner with an M4. She aimed and dropped him with a few rounds.

"Hit the Door!" She said pointing to the side door.

Three tactical guys stacked up on the door as one pulled a flash bang. On three the guy kicked open the door and tossed in the grenade. The three guys went through the door followed by three more. She heard them exchange gun fire as she ran for the door.

She looked in and saw five targets firing from behind cover at her six tactical guys. "Stay down!" She called out as she ran for cover behind a stack of crates to the side of the room.

She ghosted around the crates and up the side of the room as they were occupied with her tactical guys they never saw her coming. She popped out from behind cover and shot two of them. She ducked behind a metal stair case and rolled out the other side letting off a burst of full auto and taking out the rest of them. She dropped her mag and reached for a new one when she felt someone push her over.

She looked up and saw Morgan land on top of her. They roll behind the stairs as bullets pinged off the metal. Morgan popped up and returned fire hitting a guy in the corner with an M4. When the guy fell Morgan looked shocked for a second before tossing up his morning toast.

She patted him on the back. "Good shot Morgan, I owe you one. Relax here for a few minutes. I'll handle the rest." She said checking to make sure there were no more targets before standing up and moving back to the main room.

From there she saw the other half of her team in a gun fight with a few guy's in suits towards the back where the firing range was. She made her way over to her team shooting a straggler on the way. She popped up over her crate and took aim at a guy standing too far out of his cover and dropped him with three to the chest.

"We need to take these last few guys out." She said to the tactical team leader standing behind a crate to the left of her.

"Any suggestions?" The team leader asked.

Morgan dropped down next to Anna still looking green but also calm. "Keep them looking at you and we'll hit them from the right." Morgan said pointing to an office to the right.

"Good call, on me." She said dropping her mag for a fresh one.

She popped up looked around and ran for the next cover with Morgan on her ass. They made it to the office door and saw a guy in a black suit on the phone trying to call someone. Anna rolled around the door and shot him three time in the chest. She stayed low and went to the widow in the corner of the office. From there she saw the three guys still standing.

"On three we pop up and take out the last three guys." She said

"On three." Morgan said shouldering his MP5.

"1. 2. 3!" She said popping up shooting, she dropped the two on the left and Morgan got the one on the right.

She looked at the team leader. "Teams search this place! I want every last one of these Fulcrum guys dead!" She called out and saw the tactical guys spread out through the building.

She turned to Morgan who was sitting with his back to the wall clutching his gun to his chest. "Morgan. You did a good job. Lets get you out of here." She said helping him up.

She walked him out of the office to the front of the building where an ambulance was tending to the shot tactical agent.

She saw another one of her guys talking to the EMTs. "How bad is he?" She asked.

"He took a bullet to the leg. Not too bad but he needs to go to the ER to see if it hit anything." The agent said.

"At least he's not dead. Get him squared away and help the rest of the team with the sweep. I want to do the hand off in ten minutes." She said walking Morgan to the second SUV. She sat him in the back seat. "How are you feeling Morgan?" She asked.

"What?" He asked looking lost. Anna reached back and slapped him in the face. "Hay!" He said holding his red cheek.

"You were in shock. I asked you how you were doing. Are you okay?" She asked.

"I think so?" Morgan said looking at his shaking hands.

"That's the adrenaline. It will ware off in a few minutes. Sit tight and if you feel like you have to throw up, do it. It will help you calm your nerves." She said holding his hands.

"No I think I'm good." He said nodding still looking green.

"Sit tight. I'll be back I a few minutes." She said walking away.

"Right. I'll be fine." Morgan said nodding. "I'm fine." he said to himself and then he felt the bile rise up in his throat and he was sick again. Two tactical guys walked by the SUV, saw him throwing up, and shared a smile.

"Remember the first time that happened?" the taller one asked he friend.

"To be young and green again. I wish it on no one." The other guy replied.

They were sharing a laugh at Morgan's expense when the ground shook and smoke came pouring out of the building.

"What the fuck was that?" the first guy asked but before the other guy could answer he was knocked over as Morgan ran into the smoke filled building.

Time: 0716 Location: 21 floor, office building in the South Loop, Chicago IL

Melissa stood in the stair well with five tactical guys. She was wearing a vest and gas mask. She checked her watch one more time and started to feel fear. 7:16, which was 10:16 back in Los Angeles. Chuck should have called by now. Something was wrong. She was just thinking about pulling out her phone when it vibrated. She saw it was Morgan and ripped her gas mask off before answering with a lot of trepidation. "Melissa, you have a green light." He said calmly.

"Why are you calling me and not Chuck?" She asked.

"Jordan was hit during the assault and Chuck is tending to her. It's nothing bad but you know how Chuck is. He probably has her back at Castle by now." Morgan said smiling.

"True, send our love to Jordan will you Morgan. We'll check in with Castle after the raid." She said.

"Got you. Good hunting and stay safe." Morgan said hanging up.

Melissa pocketed her phone. She tapped her throat mic. "We have a green light. Call it Jen, you're team leader." She said pulling her mask back on.

"Okay People look alive." Jen said over the radio. "We go on my count. 3.2.1. GO!" She shouted.

Melissa felt the shake of the charges go off before the fire alarm went off. One of the Tactical guys kicked in the door and she followed her five man team in.

The office had an open floor plan with fifty cubical in the center of the big room and private offices around the outer walls. Her job was the three Agents in the cubicles closest to her door and the line of office on the South facing wall. With her MP5 at the ready she scanned faces in the crowd as they all tried to get out of the office, the problem for them was once they got to the front waiting room, there they were met by Jen who was looking for the faces of the real agents in the crowd. She saw a man in a black suit pull out a gun only to be taken down by one of her tactical guys. She swept right flashing on every face she saw until she got to an older lady, she put a bullet in her shoulder and another in her leg dropping her.

She advanced on her, gun at the ready. "Gun on the ground Now!" She shouted over the panicked screams.

The lady pulled a glock19 out and tossed it ten feet away. "We got one for zip ties!" She called out and one of her tactical guys cuffed the woman.

When she saw he had her she went back on the scan. She looked at the people making a run for the front door and spotted another agent. "Target! White male, six foot, black hair, gray suit with blue tie." She called over the radio, and watched as a tactical guy from the ceiling team tacked the guy to the ground and cuffed him.

She turned to the first office and kicked it open. She saw a guy hiding behind the desk with a gun. "Drop the gun! You have one chance to do it or I'll drop you!" She yelled.

The guy popped up with his gun aimed at her and she dropped him with three shots to the chest. She rolled him over with her boot and saw he was one of the two office managers.

"Shit. We needed to take him alive." She muttered. "Jen, I shot Soto." She called over the radio.

"Copy that, I have Burk. I also have the other six agents out here, four alive two dead." Jen said.

"Good. I'll start clearing offices." Melissa said.

Time: 0717 Location: Warehouse next to the Potomac, VA

"Morgan why are you calling and not my husband?" Sarah asked.

"Because Jordan was hit and Chuck is taking her back to Castle. She's fine, he's fine, and they are both sitting on their asses by now back at Castle. You have the green light for your mission. Good hunting." Morgan said.

"I understand, thanks Morgan." She said hanging up. She turned to Casey and nodded.

"Okay everyone, we have a green light! Hit it!" He said. Watching the twenty tactical guys toss flash bangs through the windows and storm the doors. He and Sarah were the last ones into the warehouse.

Sarah tracked a guy with a gun in his hand coming out of a side door and dropped him with a short burst from her MP5. Spinning left she checked the room and saw three other guys pulling M4s off a rack. Reaching down she pulled a flash bang off her vest and tossed it into the room. She ducked down and waited for the ping. She then kicked in the door and shot all three of them in three quick bursts.

She pulled her mag and tossed it into the dump pouch on her leg before loading a new one and checking the connecting room. She saw a woman hiding under a table. "Come out with your hand's up!" She called out and the woman did, Sarah got a good look at her face and flashed, she was a low level office worker.

Sarah zip tied her hands behind her back. She was about to pick her up off the ground when she heard something behind her. Diving to the ground she rolled over and shot a man in a dark gray suit with a gun in his hand. "Stay put, I'll be back for you later." She said to the woman on the ground before checking the door to the main room and slipping out.

She hid behind a crate and tracked the fight looking for any place she could help but it looked like her team hand things under control. She saw most of the Agents were down or about to be put down and so far no one was hurt. She was just about to go back to her prisoner when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Up on a cat walk was a guy with a M4. She swung her gun up and let off a few rounds but he shot a few times as he fell to the ground.

"Team leader is hit! Repeat Team leader is down! Call in the EMTs!" She heard over her ear piece and her insides turned to ice. Team leader was Casey.

Time: 0718 Location: parking garage, Queens, NY

Sam felt her phone and saw Morgan was calling. "Morgan? I thought…"

"That Chuck was going to call, he was going to but he's taking care of Jordan, she got grazed so he took her back to Castle. You have a green light. Good hunting." Morgan said.

"Right. Good to know Morgan. I'll talk to you later." She said hanging up. She turned to Rick. "It's go time." She said picking up her MP5 off the dash.

"Right, let's do this people!" He called out over the radio as he sped down the ramp, across the street and into the front windows of the small office building. Sam jumped out and put three in the front guard's chest as he fumbled for his gun. She swept right and up the stair well heading for the second floor she tagged another agent coming down the stairs with a Glock in his hand. She kicked open the door and tossed a flash bang into the room before coming through the door. She saw about twenty people stumbling around holding their ears. She scanned each of them as she cleared the main room just when she thought they were all computer geeks she spotted an agent crawling for an open office door. She tagged his shoulder and leg before kneeling on his back and zip tying his hands behind his back.

She looked around the room once more before kicking open the bathroom doors. No one was in the men's room but she tagged a female agent trying to use the bathroom door for shooting cover. She cleared the rest of the five offices on the floor before calling in the all clear on her floor.

"Copy that, I'm all clear on the third floor." Rick said.

"Team leader, Tac1 has the ground floor clear." She heard over the radio.

"Copy that, Tac2 are you clear?" She asked.

"Negative! We are taking fire from a back office. Looks like the boss of this operation!" she got back in reply.

"Copy, hold position I'm coming up. Tac1 start rounding up the geeks." She said running to the stairs.

She rounded the second set of stairs leading to the third floor and saw her tactical guys pined down in the front office taking fire from six guys with M4 in the back office. She ran up the last set of stairs to the roof. She ran to the fire escape that was mounted to the back wall of the building and climbed down the ladder until she was just to the left of the back window to the big office.

"Tac2, when you hear the flash bang stop shooting." She said popping a fresh mag into her MP5.

She pulled out a K-bar knife in her right hand and a flash bang in her left. In a quick move she smashed the window with her knife shattering the glass before tossing in the flash bang. After the ping she jumped into the broken window and sprayed the office with all thirty rounds form her MP5 when the mag ran dry she let the sub machinegun go and pulled out her Glock19. She scanned the room for any survivors and tagged the two men closest to the door one more time before she called in the all clear.

Tac2 team leader Marc Hill came through the door first and looked at all the carnage in the office. He pulled his sidearm and shot the last light sconce. "You missed one." He said smirking.

"Everyone's got jokes, but you didn't have jokes a minute ago now did you?" She said picking up her MP5.

Hill smiled a charming smile. "No ma'am, I did not." He said.

"Do me a favor and clean this up." She said walking away shaking her head.

"I think she likes me, what do you think Ross?" Hill asked the guy standing next to him.

"I think she'll shoot you before the day is over if you keep fucking with her." Ross said patting him on the back.

"Nah, she likes me." Hill said smirking.

Time: 1019 Location: Warehouse outside of Austen, TX

Carina saw Morgan's face on her phone. "Morgan?" She asked.

"Jordan was grazed, Chuck is taking her back to Castle, and I'm giving you the green light." Morgan said in a snippy tone of voice.

"So I'm not you're first call I take it?" Carina asked laughing.

"No, and I'm starting to take offence to people asking for Chuck." Morgan said.

"Hang in there Morgan. I'll talk to you later when we move on to the next target." She said smiling.

"Thanks Red, I'll talk to you later." Morgan said.

"RED!" Carina yelled but he was gone. "That little hairy gnome is going to pay for that.

"Making friends everywhere today aren't we?" Ranger Dobbs asked sarcastically.

"Keep talking to me like that and I'll spank you later. Now go round up the posse, we're going in hot." She said walking over to the old pick up truck she came in. Dobbs got the DEA and Rangers into the three SUVs, he then walked over to the old pick up.

"We are all ready to go.' He said.

"Good. Get in." She said tossing open the passenger door.

"Okay." Dobbs said looking unsure.

"Come on Ranger Tight Pants. Where's your sense of adventure?" She said waving him in.

"Fine." He said hopping into the truck with his 12 gage shotgun. "Now what's the plan?" He asked.

"Plan? Who said anything about a plan?" She said gunning the engine and pealing out of the warehouse. She came around the corner, tires screeching. She lined up with the loading dock ramp and slammed the gas pedal down.

"OH GOD!" Dobbs yelled just before they hit the ramp, caught air and went flying through the thin sheet metal wall of the warehouse. The truck smashed through an office before plowing through the inner wall headed for a drug lab.

"JUMP!" She yelled diving out of the truck.

Dobbs had just enough time to jump from the out of control truck before it smashed through the lab, blowing it up. Dobbs rolled across the ground coming to a stop by a metal column. He looked around and saw Carina hip firing her riot shotgun as she ran for cover behind a shipping container. He saw about thirty Cartel guys looking around confused. He took aim at the one close to him and blasted him with a wall of buckshot. He sighted in on the next guy and repeated the process.

By then they figured out what was going on and started shooting back. Dobbs rolled around the column and dropped two more guys before bullets started pinging off the beam. He saw Carina ditch the shotgun and pull out two Glocks. She saw he was pinned down and shot the four guys firing at him, but she drew the attention of the guys standing next to him and she ended up having to dive back behind cover to avoid getting shot. By now the other DEA and Rangers were there and in seconds the rest of the cartel guys were down. Dobbs ran over to Carina to make sure she was okay.

"Are you hit." He asked looking her over.

"No, but now I know you like me." She said winking at him before slapping him on the ass and walking away.

"That crazy bitch is going to be the death of me." Dobbs muttered as he leaned up against the container and tried to get his heart rate down.

Time: 0720 Location: parking lot, Boston, MA

Steven pulled out his phone. "Go, or no go?" he asked.

"Go." Morgan said.

"Copy." Steven said hanging up. He turned to his team, but also tapped his throat mic so the other five guys in the SUV behind him could hear. "Lets roll out! I want this warehouse secured so we can move on. Remember we got off light. There are two teams that are going to be running missions all day today and we are their back up. I want to secure our three targets and be sitting on a Blackhawk waiting for orders." He said. "Now lets ride out and get this done."

The two SUV rolled up to the warehouse slowly, and the team got out on the side with the fire escape. Steven went up the ladder first. At the top he saw a guy in black a BDU smoking. He ghosted up behind him and put him in a sleeper hold. When he was knocked out he zip tied his hands and waved the rest of the team up.

They came in through the roof door and made their way around the upper level taking up spots every few feet around the upper level. They dropped the four guys working upstairs without anyone knowing they were there, They tracked the twenty guys walking around on the ground floor. All of them were in black BDU's and carrying M4. Through hand gestures and muttered commands everyone was dead before they even knew what was going on. When the last body hit the floor Steven looked around and nodded. "Alright, let's clear it out, I want this place searched top to bottom. I want to hand this off to the FBI in ten minutes." He said waving his hands to point out things.

He stopped one of the tactical guys. "I need you to make the call to the FBI, I have to go confirm all of the dead Fulcrum agents." He said walking downstairs. At the bottom he found two dead agents in dark suites. Both were ex-CIA, both were very bad guys, and both were wanted by the government for treason. Looking left he spotted another one with the same wrap sheet. After that flash he knew this was going to be a longer day then he thought.

Time: 0921 Location: Side street in the warehouse district, Denver CO

Kate looked at the snow out the window again. It was coming down harder now and the choice of white Camo made more sense now. She looked at her phone again. What was taking so long? Where was Chuck? She knew she wasn't the first person to get called but this was crazy. She was just about to put away her phone when it lit up. "Hello Morgan." She said.

"Hay Kate, Jordan was grazed during the raid and Chuck is taking care of her. You have a green light for your mission." Morgan said tiredly.

"You've had to make that little speech a few time today haven't you?" She asked feeling sorry for him.

"Yeah, I'm starting to hate this job." He said smirking.

"Head up Morgan. You have work to do. We all do, and soon Chuck will be able to handle all to organization again." She said.

"Hey, you're right! I only have to make one more call." Morgan said excitedly.

"Hey! I was the second to last person you called? I thought we were friends Morgan!" She said indignantly.

"We are, I just had to call all of the more edgy people first. I know you've got a cool head on your shoulders so I knew I could let you go second to last. I had to call Sarah and Melissa first. They are way too high strung." He said.

"I knew it was something like that. It had to be." She said smiling. It was fun to play with Morgan. He was like a smaller Chuck. He was also kind of cute, but she knew better then to hunt on private property. Alex had Morgan locked down and he didn't even know it. Still it was fun to play with him. He was the Kelly doll to Chuck's Barbie.

"You know it. Good luck out there and stay safe." He said hanging up.

She put her phone away before looking at her driver. "That was the green light. Call it in and lets move out." She said pulling the mag out of her MP5 and checking it once more before ramming it home and dropping the charging handle. The four SUV's rolled down the block and around the corner staying within the speed limit. They broke up as they approached the warehouse with each SUV taking a side. Kate got out and was followed by a tall thin guy in tactical gear named Mike Sutton. They walked up to the drain pipe on the side of the building and one at a time they climbed up to the roof. Kate walked up to the skylight in the center of the roof and stuck a suction cup to the glass, with a glass cutter she cut the panel out of the window and had Mike hold the glass in place as she pulled out a black metal box on a rope. She tied the other end of the rope to the skylight frame. "What is that? Mike asked.

"It's a percussion bomb. Have you ever tried to fire a weapon with both of your ear drums blown out? It's very disorienting, or at least I hope it is." She said setting the box on the skylight. "Now go find somewhere to anchor the two lines." She said. Taking the glass pane in hand.

"Right. How much do you weigh?" He asked tossing a rope around the metal chimney stack.

"140." She said.

"Are you over estimating?" He asked looking at her thin frame even under the cold weather gear and tactical vest.

"I'm six foot tall moron, everything scales up when you get taller." She said giving him the two finger salute.

"Right." he said setting two rope bundles at her feet. "So what's next?" He asked.

"Next we start the party." She said letting go of the suction cup. The pane of glass fell thirty feet to the ground and the box on the rope stopped its fall at fifteen feet. As everyone in the warehouse turned to look at the box it exploded letting off a sound wave that smashed all of the windows and sent every agent in the building to their knees.

Kate tossed her rope down the hole for the window, clipped herself to the rope, and jumped down the hole. At ten feet she stopped her decent and brought her MP5 up looking for targets still standing. She saw a guy on the second floor pulling out a handgun. She shot him in the arm before looking for her next target. Mike dropped in next to her also looking for threats. At this point the other team members stormed the doors and stared talking prisoners. Turning to her left she saw a guy in the corner hiding behind a stack of boxes with an M4. She brought her gun up and shot him three times in the chest. Mike turned to her.

"I'd say your little box did the trick." He said smirking.

"You'd be surprised at the tricks my little box can do Sutton." She said winking at him as she slid down ten more feet.

Just as she stopped her decent she saw a guy on the second level pop up from behind a crate and shoot at Mike with his M4. Mike tried to shoot back but one of the bullets grazed his rope and it snapped. Mike fell. Kate took the second carabineer from her vest and clipped it on to Mikes vest as he fell past her, the short strap snapped tight at three feet and Mike found himself looking at Kate's boots. She swung her gun up and hit the man with a short burst to the chest dropping him. She then lowered them to the ground before the rope could snap. As soon as they were on the ground Mike wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her chest. "Um Mike?" She said trying to push him away.

"You saved my life." He said pulling back with a shocked look on his face.

"Yes well, I was there and you were close by." She said

"Still I think I owe you dinner after this is all over." Mike said smirking.

Kate just rolled her eyes but the smile on her lips said she wasn't opposed to the idea.

Time: 0722 Location: Blackhawk helicopter landing pad, Philadelphia, PA.

Alex was oddly calm, or at least her tactical team thought so. She spent the last half hour with a smile on her face. What they didn't know was how happy she was to be doing tactical assaults. She spent years trying to get on a tactical team and now was her chance to shine. Because of her size, most people underestimated her, but now she was going to get to throw down. She pulled her custom LWRC M6A2 CQB rifle out of storage for this mission and she planed on out shooting every one on her team. Her phone vibrated and she saw Morgan's face. She smirked as she answered. "Hey Morgan. How's your day going so far?" She asked.

"I think I love you for asking. I've been having a shit day so far. Jordan got hurt and Chuck is taking care of her so he put me in charge of making all the calls to the team. I hate being the guy to make this call. I feel responsible now if something goes bad. It's making me all stressed out and we haven't even hit our first target yet. What if I'm not good enough at this stuff? What if I'm not good at backing up Anna? What if I hesitate and someone gets killed because I can't shoot someone?" He asked feeling the panic of this morning creep back into his chest.

"Morgan, you have to calm down. You are going to do just fine out there. You know how I know? Because you never let your friends down. You always have their back. It's who you are Morgan. Just stick close to Anna, watch her back, and try to act without think too hard. Things happen fast Morgan. So fast that by the time you're heading to you're next target it will hit you that you were just in a fire fight. Keep calm and stay with Anna. She's one of the most veteran members on our team. She's been doing this a long time. She can get the job done all by herself. Your job is her protection. You're her sidekick today Morgan, and that's what you're the best at. Now tell me you love me again and hang up the phone. You have work to do sweetie. I'll see you soon." She said smiling.

"Your right. I have to keep her safe. It's my job. I love you Alex. See you soon." He said hanging up the phone. He looked back to the SUV and Saw Anna comforting Scott. She needed him to do his job so she could do hers.

Alex shut her phone off and pocketed it. "Okay everyone! We have a green light! Lets move out. I want to be done as fast as we can." She said waving the rest of her team into the Blackhawk.

The flight to the hotel was fast, just a quick hop across the expressway and a few miles of sparsely populated city outskirts. In minutes they were hovering over the Hotel Green Tree. Ten floors of junkies, fulcrum muscle, drug dealers, pimps and hookers. If ever there was a place to represent the pits of Hell this was it. The doors opened and the heavy ropes hit the roof. In seconds the team was on the roof.

Alex looked over the side of the building and Saw Philly SWAT hit the front doors. Right on time. A good hard kick to the door on the roof and they were in. Alex was at the front of the line as they descended the stairs and she caught sight of her first target. A gang banger with a Glock. Two shots to the chest dropped him like a sack of potatoes. At the bottom of the stairs her team split up with half of them taking different hallways and the other half moving down to the next floor. Alex and one of her tactical guys took the left hallway and started kicking in doors.

The first room she found a junky passed out on a dirty bed.

The next room had a naked hooker. A tranq dart put her out of commission.

The next room had two more bangers scrambling for their guns. Four quick shots and she was on to the next door. Empty room. As she approached the next door the one at the end of the hall flew open and a guy with an M4 came out only to fall to three shot from her and two from her partner.

Alex ran to the end of the hall, pulled a flash bang out and tossed it into the room. When it popped she rolled around the door frame and shot three more guys with M4s. This room looked clean and they had monitors set up to watch the rest of the rooms on the floor. Checking the monitors she saw the rest of the rooms were empty. "Lets head down this floor is clear, lets move on." She said leading him to the eight floor.

They started kicking in doors again. Junky. Hooker. Two bangers. A Fulcrum agent. Another hooker. Then came the room at the end of the hall. As soon as she walked closer to door bullets came flying through the wall causing her and her partner to drop to the ground. She crawled to the door and pulled her Black Water Sig226 out. She shot through the door three times and pulled her hand back. A hail of bullets riddled the door turning into Swiss cheese. She pulled a flash bang off her vest, spun around on the floor, kicked the door open, and tossed the grenade into the room. After the pop she crouched around the door frame and shot the two guys with M4's trying to get their bearings back.

Just as she was standing up a guy popped up from behind the bed and let off a burst of full auto. Alex ducked and shot him three times in the chest. Her partner looked at her. "Where the hell did that guy come from?" He asked.

"Hiding behind the bed. That fucker almost got me." She said shaking her head.

"I think I peed just a little bit when he popped up like that. It reminded me of training. Those pop up target." He said laughing.

"Tell me about it." she said laughing.

She reached down to pick up he rifle and felt pain in her leg. Looking down she saw she was bleeding. "Shit! He did get me!"

She pulled her knife out and cut her pants and saw it was only a graze. "Just a flesh wound. I'll stitch it up on the chopper ride to the docks. Right now lets keep going." She said pulling out a bandage.

"Are you sure? We can go on without you for the rest of this mission." Her partner asked.

"No, I'm fine, lets keep moving." She said picking up her rifle.

Time: 1023 Location: C130 above Le Paz, Mexico.

Vicky looked up when she saw the green light start to flash. She stood up and her team followed her. The flight crew guy came up to her. "We are one minute out." He said.

"Thanks for the heads up. Would you mind getting the door?" She said.

"I'd be happy to." He said clipping a safety rope to a loop on the wall. He pulled a lever and the big cargo ramp dropped down. Vicky and her SEAL team all walked to the edge of the ramp. Looking out at the bright sky above the clouds she got her first real look at how high they really were.

"You are good to go in thirty! Remember, don't pull your chute until you're under a thousand feet!" The crew guy called out before the alarm went off and he waved them out the door.

They all jumped at the same time and as one they tucked their arms and legs together and dropped straight down. In seconds they were past the clouds, from this high up everything looked like a topography map. Thirty more seconds and she could see the base. It was one brown square in the middle of the brown desert, if you didn't know it was there you wouldn't have seen it. She watched her team to see when to pull her chute but as the ground got closer and closer she started to lose her nerve. She put her hand on the rip cord as the base got bigger. Finally the team flattened out and pulled their rip cords. Vicky was proud to not be the first one to go after the team leader. She held out for a second longer. As they approached the base her team all brought their weapons up and started firing before they even landed.

Vicky, who was not very good at landing glided into an alley between the two hangers and cut her chute away as soon as her feet hit the ground. She brought her M4 up looking for targets and spotted a base guard with an M4, she dropped him with three shots to the chest before clearing right to left. She saw a door to the hanger so she slipped inside and saw two pilots running for the B1. She brought her weapon up and let off a short burst that dropped them both. She spun around and shot another guard with an M4. She cleared the rest of the hanger and ran out the big doors to see her team running up to the rally point where she was standing.

"Twenty two tangos down, and three captives. Awaiting orders Ma'am!" The team leader said.

"Good work boys. Who did you catch?" She asked.

"Two mechanics were working on one of the F-18 super hornets, and this third guy was hiding in a storage closet." The team leader said marching the two men, and one woman in zip ties forwards.

"Mechanics?" Vicky asked looking at the two men and one woman. She flashed on all of them. One of the two men was a mechanic, but the older man and young woman were not. She walk up to older man. "Captain William Hartman. Twenty three year veteran of the Navy Air wing, dishonorably discharged one year ago for beating a superior officer half dead over a difference of opinion, a crime that should have come with a jail sentence. How are you here working for Fulcrum, and why is your daughter here as well?" She asked.

"What's Fulcrum." Was the commanders question and form the look on his face he wasn't bluffing.

"Fulcrum is a secrete intelligence organization trying to bring down the government. It's also who you've been working for. Now can you kindly tell why the fuck you joined an organization hell bent on taking down the country you dedicated your life to protecting." Vicky said coldly. As she talked she watched his face go from confusion, to shock, to horror.

"I didn't, I mean I was told to come here. Orders! I was given orders to report here." He said looking at Vicky, he looked back to his daughter. "We were given orders to fly secret missions for the CIA!" He said looking like he was going into shock. He was holding up better then his daughter who was just standing there looking like she was going to toss her breakfast.

"Right. Team! Fuel up the B1 and make sure the Missile is secured on board. What other aircraft are in the hanger?" She asked.

"There are two F-18 super Hornets, two A-10 Warthogs, and a pair of AH-64 Apache longbows. There is also a full store of missiles and bombs." The team leader said.

"Right. I know two of you are pilots. Can you two fly the Warthogs?" She asked.

"We can ma'am." One of the two pilots said.

"And can any of you fly an Apache?" She asked.

"I can fly a chopper, I've never flown a Apache." One of the SeAL team members said.

"Good, any one else?" She asked looking at the assembled group.

"I can fly, I can't do anything else, like fire the weapons system, but I can fly one." The mechanic said.

"Right, gas them all up. We leave in an hour. Arm them all but one Apache." She said pulling a knife out of her boot. She cut the zip ties on the Mechanic wrists.

"I know who you are, Miguel Floras. Petty officer first class. Dishonorable discharged for running drugs. You should be in a brig somewhere right now. Instead you're working on a ghost crew in Mexico. If you ever step foot on a military base you'll never see the light of day again. However, if you follow orders, and fly the Apache back to Miramar air base I will have your charges dropped and pay you for the delivery of the chopper." She said.

"You have a deal." He said saluting her.

"You come with me. I want to hear every detail. You help them find anything they need." She said leading Will Hartman to a set of chairs set up in the hanger. "Start from the beginning."

"About a year ago we were running bombing and close air support missions off the U.S.S. Harry Truman parked in the Persian Golf. I got into a fight with this stick up his ass admiral because he was running us ragged and not giving the maintenance crews enough time to fix the aircraft between flights. Things were said he threw a punch at me, I hit him back and kept hitting him until the NCIS agent on board tossed me in the brig and then shipped me back to Ramsten Air Force base in Germany. I was tried, and dishonorably discharged. I was being tossed off the base when I was met by a guy in a black suit and sunglasses. He told me that I was not in fact discharged. That I was seconded to the CIA to run off the books missions in South America. I was put on a private jet and brought here. I was given missions by the CIA. Most of the targets were things like drug cartel compounds and drug processing labs. About six months ago my daughter sent me an E-mail saying she was being fucked with on the ship. Little things like her gear going missing or her bunk being messed with. It got worse over the next month until one day two sailors tried to rape her in the bathroom. She brought this all to the higher ups but the last authority on the matter was the same guy I beat up so he did shit to stop it. I talked to my contacts in the CIA and they had her reassigned to this place about four months ago. We get about three missions a week and depending on the type of mission we use different air craft, and different ordinance packages. Yesterday we hit a cartel compound on the Mexican/Texas border. We took the Hornets and hit the place with a few small tactical laser guided bombs." He said.

"And at no time did you think you were working for anyone but the CIA?" She asked feeling sorry for the guy.

"No. I mean I thought we might be getting work from other alphabet soup groups like the DEA, or ICE, but I never thought I was working for criminals. That we were criminals." He said looking green.

"Did you know that the B1 Lancer was part of a contingency plan to bomb a U.S. City?" She asked.

"Good God No! I was told it was back up in case we needed to hit a target in the middle of South America. Like Argentina or Chile. I swear to God almighty I thought we were working for you guys! Uncle Sam's covert war on drugs." He said.

"How have you been flying around all over Mexico without being shot down by the Mexican Government?" She asked.

"Our Handler said they bribed the guys working the radar system."

"So when we leave today and head for the U.S. boarder we won't encounter any problems?" She asked.

"No. They ignore anything that takes off or lands here. You guys could have probably landed a 747 on the run way and no one would have blinked an eye." He said waving at the runway out side.

"Good. I want to take all of the air craft back with us and bomb this base to erase any trace of it." She said.

"We can do that Ma'am. Can you talk to your bosses for us. We didn't know we were doing illegal shit. We thought we were working for the good guys still." He said.

"I'll fix it, but you might end up working for us in the future." She said.

"That's fine by me." He said looking less green and more regretful.