Chapter 1
Erik (Maverick) sighed. The gunshots rained over his head as he waited out his opponent down the hallway. The shots came to an abrupt halt and a muttered "shit!" reached his ears. He rolled to his side, sprinted down the hall and slid into the room at the end. He raised his gun and took 2 perfectly placed shots at Max (Mozzie), who was frantically trickling paintball capsules into his gun.
"You're dead." Erik stated calmly.
"Oi! That's not fair! I was reloading! You know how long it takes to reload these damn things!" exclaimed Max.
"Yeah, I do. That's why I ran when I did and that's why you're covered in paint, and I'm not." Maverick explained, as he pulled off his mask and slung his gun over his shoulder. The fluorescent lights in the training centre buzzed on as Jack's (Pulse) voice echoed through the chamber.
"Round 3 to the Americans!" he announced proudly.
"You know where you can stick your amercianism?" yelled Max "Right up your fuc-"
"Ooo, tetchy tetchy. Whatever happened to sportsmanship?" interrupted Eliza (Ash) as she walked through the sliding doors onto the gantry above Erik's head. She turned to Erik "Six wants to see you. You've got an assignment."
Erik sighed again. He was not looking forward to another assignment. He prayed that he was with someone reasonable on this mission. His last mission had been with the angry Australian opposite him. As much as he was fond of Max, he could witter on for absolutely ages about motorbikes and Erik found him rather tedious at times.
Jordan's voice crackled over the speakers once again. "Alright team, that's it for today. Everyone get themselves cleaned up, especially you Max." Max responded to this command by childishly sticking out his tongue at the viewing room up above. "And keep doing what you're doing babycakes" called out Jack as Eliza bent over the railings of the gantry to speak to Emmanuelle (Twitch) down below.
Eliza shot up and yelled out at Jack,
"Jordan (Thermite) will flay you alive if he hears you talking like that, sweetie."
A couple of muffled thumps and bangs broke out over the speakers. After a struggle, Jordan spoke, "Hey Eliza. I may very well just flay this bastard one day, but for now, I think he got the message. We all know that Jack was never very good at checking his surroundings, I guess now he's learnt his lesson." Another thud boomed out the speakers.
The group of operators on the training ground all chuckled as they set about stripping off their protective plastic overalls. While Erik pulled on a clean hoodie, Morowa (Clash) walked past him.
"Nice shooting, Tiger." she commented, as she slapped Erik on the back.
Erik gave a half-hearted smile as he stood up and headed out of the training centre and into the open fields that surround Compound 6. He took a deep breath of the crisp air and headed towards the mission control centre at the back of the compound. He sauntered through the front doors into the reception but as he turned the corner to the lift, he was taken aback by Sanaa (Nomad) standing in front of the elevator doors.
"Hey Sanaa" he grinned "What you up here for eh? I heard you girls were going downtown after paintball."
She spun round to look at him. "Oh! Erik. Hi! What are you doing here?"
"No no, I asked first. What are you doing here?"
"Me? N-n-nothing. Just, um… meeting Six." She spluttered.
"Oh, so am I. Apparently I'm off on an assignment so I assume I'll be getting the debriefing. Looks like you're coming with then, if you're also going up now."
"Oh no I'm not going on an assignment… but if you are then… then I'll just leave you to your meeting. I must have got the wrong time or something… See you around, Erik." And with that, she marched down the hallway and back the way Erik came. Bewildered, Erik watched her leave and listened to her footsteps fade away as she went out the front door. As the elevator arrived, Erik tried to puzzle out just exactly what made Sanaa act so suspicious. Erik was always very attentive to people's feelings and often very good at figuring them out, so Sanaa played on his mind as the elevator doors opened into the hallway leading to Six's office. He crossed the hall to the fancy fogged glass door and pressed the buzzer on the doorframe. The door clicked and he walked through.
Six sat at her desk surrounded by Olivier (Lion), Meghan (Valkyrie), Collinn (Warden), Jalal (Kaid) and Elias (Blitz).
"Good. You're here. Let's get started."
Six stood up and pointed to the large touchscreen at the end of the room as Erik sat down in a seat next to Olivier. Six brought up a map of Maghreb and focused in on Tunisia.
"Ok soldiers, this is the brief. There's a group of insurgents holed up in an abandoned military compound. They're an organised group, with supplies coming in from an unknown source. They've staged armed patrols in the surrounding area who are equipped with heavy munitions. None of the law enforcement are capable of pulling off a takeover, and the local government is reluctant to storm the area with army forces. That's where you lot come in." She paused. "We've been called in to perform an infiltration operation. It's a fairly standard operation so I won't bore you with the details right now. You will all be issued with your own individual briefings which document your exact purpose in the operation and will receive a second debriefing on site with the local authorities and Taina (Caveira) and Nøkk, who are already at the location, performing the usual preliminary work. Once you arrive, Taina will be willing and able to answer any questions you have regarding the operational tactics. Now, any objections?"
The room was silent.
"Right. Prepare yourselves and read your briefings thoroughly. You're shipping out in 3 days."
Hey guys, first chapt in a new story. Please let me know any operators you'd like to see in this story, and while I have the storyline already in my head, I'm open to sub plot ideas anytime. As per usual, constructive criticism is encouraged. Also I've never been good at writing long chapters, but let me know if you prefer them and I'll try my hardest.