Soon after the conclusion of 2020 Tournament of Champions, the Team has finished their 4-day victory tour
and now is residing in Base Echo in an unnamed location off the coast of the Catalonian region due to the
rising tensions between the Bask protestors and Spanish Republicans. In prevention of another civil war
a QRF has been set up in the Balearic Region where Team Rainbow is stationed currently.
The base is a large underground facility with an attached extension off a north clifface, sunrise
blesses the structure which now hosts a glinting orange hue. Caveira, Thatcher and Dokkaebi are
currently the only ones awake at 6:00AM. Mike is sitting in a bar chair on the outside deck of the
base, he enjoys the view of the lapping waves, dressed in casual black trousers and an
old-fashioned woolen white vest.
"Yah!" Caveira had snuck behind the sleepy Brit and gave him a shake.
Thatcher didn't flinch, perhaps out of his exhaustion.
"No hard feelings about that arm bar in the tournament, yeah?" she gave him a playful slap
on the shoulder.
"No matter we won anyways, hope you took that loss well" chuckled Mike knowing Cav has
a habit of being a sore loser.
Sighing "You're lucky perhaps Grace won't be there to save you next time" she remarked as she
sat on the tabletop opposite him.
"Only if your lot had such cohesion" he jokingly snapped back, leaning back into his chair.
"Careful, you don't want to make an enemy of me" she smirked as she got up and whilst walking past him
she flirtingly ran her nails over Thatcher's cheek. Cheekily he swung his arm backward and lightly smacked her arse.
The Brazilian operator was caught off guard and jumped up after the smack turning hastily unsheathing
her iconic knife and within a second, pulling back Mike's tired head up and sliding her knife beneath his chin
firmly holding the blade against his neck.
"You tread very thin ice" she said coldly.
"It was a bloody joke Taina, you need to chill the fuck out!" Thatcher said in a tired rusty voice.
Cav remained silent and stormed off leaving the SAS operator in his chair.
Soon after Dokkaebi strolled to the balcony with her tablet.
"Hey Mike, I saw your confrontation with Cav, you okay?" she asked reassuringly
"I'm fine, she's the one with the bloody temper, you should go reconcile her, can't take a damn joke" he
explained.
"I know but you shouldn't be groping people, especially if they don't want you to...just like this!" she took
a quick jab at Mike's crotch, causing him to grunt in pain.
"You..fucking.." Thatcher struggled to spurt another insult due to the lingering pain and his exhaustion.
"Shh, shh no words, let me apologise" she smiled pushing Thatcher back into his chair and sitting on his lap
facing him, sliding her thighs down his waist. She brushed away the fringe of hair that snuck out from beneath her
grey beanie and lightly pressed her lips against Thatcher's forehead.
"Let m..." before the South Korean could finish her sentence she was abruptly interrupted by a loud comotion
coming from the nearby cafeteria, the Russians were awake. Maxim and Timur came tumbling out of the
cafeteria doors joking in Russian with eachother. Grace swiftly hopped off of the Brit and pretended to be
on her tablet. The Russians sat next to them and began an early drinking game. Moments later Mike got a call.
"Ah shit, it's from Six make sure you lot are ready"
Dokkaebi rushed to her dorm to get ready, she was dressed in casual jeggings and red hightop with an orange
cotton scarf. The Russians were already prepped in their military briefs, "Sure Bulldog" the Russians replied,
they had coined the nickname for Mike after the famous British dog.
A few minutes later Thatcher had rounded up the operators vital for the mission at hand. At the exit bay
the operators who had gathered were: Dokkaebi, Thatcher, Kapkan, IQ and Caveira
"On me, we're moving to the Heli Pad where you'll all be briefed" Mike announced, Cav gave him a quick
resentful glance but marched on with the rest.
Their Heli took them to the Spanish coastal city of Valencia where they were to deal with Bask terrorists
after hostage negotiations went sour. "In and out no fucking about" Thatcher had directed.
Thatcher announced the plans "Grace and Monika you're with me, we'll be taking the East side balcony first
by rappel. Maxim and Taina you take the North entrance where you'll be infiltrating from the ground floor windows
we'll meet at the East stairwell and take the second floor together, just clear the Ground and First floor. Also ROE
is shoot on sight, got it?"
The squad gave a confident "Affirmative" except Cav who just rolled her eyes showing little respect to the
squadron leader.
They landed on the site 20 minutes later and took their positions.
"Alright, weapons-free" Thatcher declared, and the battle plans commenced. As planned Mike, Grace and Monika
rappelled up the East face of the building entering through the balcony. "Scan for electronics IQ" he commanded.
"Okay, I've got two Nitros and a tripwire" she replied. Subsequently, Thatcher unleashed one of his EMP grenades
underneath the barricaded door. "Gone now?" Thatcher asked.
"Yup, clear" IQ confirmed. They made their way swiftly through the first-floor gunning down enemies left right and
centre. They came to the East Stairwell waiting for Cav and Kapkan.
They were stuck on the ground floor, Maxim had set up EDDs and many of them were being triggered. The terrorists
fought hard and Caveira was stuck under fire whilst Kapkan was trapped behind a table injured.
"Fucking Basks" Caveira muttered, "Never let up". She ran over to Maxim providing cover fire for herself.
"A scratch darling a scratch" Kapkan said trying to play it off, in reality, it was a deep bullet wound and Cav knew it.
"Kapkan needs immediate medical attention now!" she radioed.
"Copy, backup's on it's way, standby" Thatcher replied. The three operators made their way downstairs.
"Give em' a call Grace" Thatcher requested, she obliged and for a moment the terrorists were distracted by their
phones which gave IQ and Thatcher the window to attack which they did with elegance and efficiency, spraying
bullets in the direction of the terrorists dispatching them with ease. On their way through the hall, Thatcher placed
a claymore, and they made their way to Cav and Kapkan.
Once reaching the open room Dokkaebi planted three bullets in the heads of three terrorists using her DMR.
"Clear!" She shouted
"No there were four, where's the last?!" Cav exclaimed
A moment passed followed by a sharp ping sound and an explosion along with the splatter of the terrorist's limbs
across the wall, after he'd triggered Thatcher's claymore.
"There" Thatcher remarked winking, Cav smirked to herself.
"Ay blyat" Kapkan muttered holding his open wound.
"It's more than a scratch Kapkan" Cav said and had him airlifted by helicopter from the north entrance
They all took to the second floor where they were preparing for a final breach.
"Cav and IQ clear the hall" Thatcher instructed, both women took to the right hall.
"Nitros on the left" IQ told Cav, who shot them with her suppressed pistol. They continued down the hall where they were
greeted by two armed terrorists who fired streams of bullets in their direction. Both Cav and IQ ducked into cover.
"Fuck it, IQ provide cover fire I'm going for a flank" Cav ordered, the Brazilian darted down the left flank and went around
the centre room, dispatching two terrorists whilst on her way with her M12 Submachine gun. She snuck behind the one
remaining terrorist as IQ had gunned down the other. Caveira punched his liver causing him to bend over in pain, then she
disarmed him in two swift movements allowing her to grapple him to the ground, she took him down by the waist
and worked her way above him where she wrapped her right leg around his neck, locking his head between her thigh
and calf whilst securing the hold with the other leg. The terrorist would soon pass out in this hold so she interrogated him swiftly.
"How many are in the room next-door, huh?" Cav demanded, but the terrorist replied with nothing but a spit in her
direction.
"I'm sure I can convince you" she said holding the lock tighter and she reached down to his crotch region, squeezing his balls
with no mercy. The Bask let out a shriek in pain followed by a panicked "Quatro! Quatro!".
"What a gentleman, thank you" she joked as she kissed his forehead and tightened the lock causing him to blackout.
She looked up to see Thatcher standing with the others with a look of disapproval.
"No fucking about, I said" Thatcher complained
"Jealous are you? Anyways this 'fucking about' gave us the number of hostiles in the final room" Cav smirked.
"Then this'll be easy" Thatcher said placing a breaching charge on the wall.
"IQ what we got in there?" Thatcher questioned.
"3 tripwires and a couple nitros, nothing too fancy" IQ replied and with that Thatcher rolled his EMP beneath the door
destroying all their electronics and causing the lights to switch off in the room. He set off the breaching charge, Cav and
Thatcher breached the room dispatching hostiles whilst IQ watched their backs.
The skirmish led down to Cav being in a physical tussle with the final terrorist.
"Surrender or say bye to your arm" she threatened after putting the final terrorist's arm in a kimura lock, but suddenly the
terrorist drew a knife out of his belt and was about to plant it in Cav's stomach until-
'Thit' the sound of Thatcher's suppressed pistol silenced the room and the terrorist's arm fell to the ground, he
had been shot in the head by the Old Brit.
"Didn't need Grace this time did I?" he remarked at Cav.
"I had him already" Cav shrugged.
The operators made their way back to base and in the evening Cav was unbraiding her hair in her room, she
was sporting a forest green tank top and tight camo shorts. Thatcher tried to sneak up on her but his footsteps
were too loud and clunky and she spun around facing him. His hands instinctively fell to her waist where she
moved closer to him, her breasts lightly brushing his torso. She placed her hands on his strong biceps and looked
into his eyes smiling.
"I've come...I've come to apologise Taina" Thatcher said.
She pressed her gentle finger against his lips "Shh, no I should be let me convince you to forgive me"
leaning into him and pressing her lower thigh on his crotch region seductively. She then brought her hands to his chest
where she undressed him. Cav gently kissed him on his lips then neck and made her way down, kneeling at his crotch.
After they were done they lay in Cav's bed, Thatcher massaging her breasts in his hand as she lay atop him.
Abruptly Dokkaebi entered the room without invitation.
"Cav I-" Dokkaebi was stunned.
"Honestly fuck you, you fucking womanizer" Dokkaebi gave Thatcher the finger and stormed off furiously
"Grace wait!" Mike called out knowing he'd fucked up
Cav held Mike close though "No, no don't go she is young and distraught, you can speak tomorrow"
Thatcher leaned forward but Cav wrapped her arms around his torso and passionately kissed his neck.
"No, no don't go" she tried to convince him, but he managed to wrestle her off
He bolted to Dokkaebi's dorm room and knocked on the door.
"Grace let me in please!" he pleaded, but he was just met with silence and a hand on his
shoulder. It was Glaz.
"My friend, women are like ice, they're difficult to keep under control but if you give them time
then they will melt away for you, leave this one be she will be fine in due time" the Russian
advised.
And with that Glaz and Thatcher went down to the bar for a midnight drink and to share stories
of their past
To be continued...