Disclaimer: Rainbow Six: Rouge Spear is the property of Tom Clancy and Red Storm Entertainment. No profit is being made from this story, but the characters of Molnar, Krystal, Duke Morgan, and Anna Blue are the property of myself.
My beeper sounded off. I took it off my belt and looked at the display screen. The LCD display screen displayed the number that was used when Ding Chavez was calling our entire unit to a certain area. I stood up and grabbed my jacket, my hand reaching into its pocket for my cell phone. All members of Rainbow were required to carry a cell phone and a beeper so that they could be in constant contact with the rest of the team. I stepped out of the room and walked down the hallway, my hand dialing the number displayed on the beeper.
I arrived at the New York City International Airport just behind the rest of my men. Aniviscara was in the process of using our United Nations papers to commandeer us the personal use of a jet.
I personally figured that the airport official that Aniviscara was speaking to would balk, so I took a head count of everyone gathered in the airport. All were there. Ten people divided into two fire teams of eight and a sniper and spotter. Our first fire team consisted of Aniviscara, Andrew Burke, Lars Beckenbauer, and Roger McAllen. The second was Myself, Karl Haider, Timothy Hanley and Antonio Maldini. Our sniper team usually consisted of Krystal as a sniper and Emilio Narino, the young Columbian.
Ding Chavez entered the Airport. I watched him as he scanned the room for us, and then waved to grab his attention as his eyes crossed across us. He waved back and then made his way through the crowd to where we were all lined up with our gear.
Chavez spoke to the airport official and then waved us all to pick up our gear and follow him. The official led us down the security hallway, past the lineups and crowds. Our bags were inspected and diplomatic tags attached to the hard plastic cases containing our weapons. We were then ushered onto the tarmac and aboard a fueled and waiting Learjet.
We boarded the aircraft and sat in the comfortable chairs, waiting while the pilots were briefed and a flight plan was filed.
Arnivisca and Chavez sat down in the seats and buckled the belts. They then turned them to face the rest of the squad. Ding Chavez produced two file folders and then passed them around in opposite directions to all the members of the squad.
"We are now on our way to Tokyo. We played your hunch, Molnar. We looked at that Heyutmesu Freezers and found that the whole company was a front. Were not quite sure what faction it belongs to, hopefully we'll be able to find them out. For the moment, based on the small amount of evidence and hearsay that we have gathered, were saying that the Eastern Coalition is responsible."
I looked at my file. The first page was a quick overview of the Eastern Coalition. I didn't bother to read it since I already knew what it said.
The Eastern Coalition was a Neo-Nazi Communist Militaristic cell devoted to the teachings of Hitler and Lenin. Known for their racist views, they were responsible for several acts of race-oriented violence and attempted Ethnic Cleansing.
Their leader was a German, Hans Grobbell, and real crack-job. He figured he was destined to be the next Adolf Hitler, the man was obviously insane, but unlike most European Neo-Nazi groups, the Eastern Coalition was able to threaten with its considerable manpower. His forces weren't crack job skinheads either; they were relatively good troops for a terrorist group.
"We're doing some reconnaissance when we get there, take a look around, files, computers, etc. It's all fair game. Make sure you actually open the freezers. If we find any hardware, plant these." He held up a black rectangular prism, looking like it was one of those remote car lock key chains.
"They're homing devices so we can track the movement of hardware and possibly hit a major base. Suit up and get ready."
We pulled out all of our equipment. Since this was a recon mission and we were not likely to encounter any heavy resistance, we only wore light armor under our CQC vests. We had black combats, balaclavas, night vision goggles and we decided to forgo submachine guns, instead going with silenced HK Mk23 SOCOM pistols. Each pistol had Trijicon night sights, a sure-fire flashlight that could be switched on and off with a squeeze of the trigger hand, along with three clips of ammunition.
I sat back on my seat and pulled on my Nomex soft-soled CQC boots, then secured knee and elbow pads onto my limbs. Krystal was given a PSG-1; we would set her up in a building to cover us.
Arnivisca decided to withhold the bulk of our forces, instead Arnivisca would be paired up with me and Chavez would go in with Maldini. The rest of our squad would carry standard assault weapons and move in to attack in the event that we were overpowered.
We touched down two hours later. We were quickly ushered off the jet and into a dark Toyota SUV that was heavily armored. We sped off the airfield and into the congested Tokyo traffic. The driver, a Tokyo city police counter terrorism officer turned to face Chavez, sitting in the passenger seat.
"We've cornered off the building with a roadblock in a three block radius. No activity around it, it looks like it's been totally shut down."
Chavez nodded. "It would, we need to get in there before the Coalition runs."
The driver nodded. "I knew damn well that the EC was present there. They were the only round-eyes in this area."
We passed through the discreet police roadblock and drove until we were within one block of the building. It was three a.m. Tokyo time and there was no traffic within the roadblock and the silent buildings threw off no sound. The sleeping people had not been evacuated for fear of tipping off the terrorists to our presence.
We were dropped off and watched as the SUV sped off in the direction it had come from. We walked it in from this location. We soon came into view of Heyutmesu freezers. The company was definitely a moneymaker; they offered other people the ability to rent or lease one of the large freezers in the building, completely confidentially. Store anything from chemicals, vaccines, meat, and even dead bodies. Not even police could search in here; it was only our United Nations Sanction that allowed us to.
The building was three stories tall. Very modern as the first level was two circles with the second and third levels being placed on top of those. The walls were gray stucco, plus there was lots of glass, giving Krystal and excellent field of view to protect us with. We set her up on the balcony of a vacant apartment building across the street.
We then moved across the street. The four of us spanned out, leaving the rest of the group at the apartment in case of an emergency.
We crossed the street and held up behind a bush on the front lawn. Even though this was Japan, this place was located far enough out of the city and Hans Grobbell had enough cash to afford having some lawn and bushes in front of his companies.
I pulled out my night vision goggles and took a look around the building and through the windows. "All clear." I announced through my lip mike.
Arnivisca and I slipped around the back to the service entrance. I disabled the security camera there while Arnivisca went to pick the lock. It only took a moment before I heard the click of the deadbolt retracting.
I reached into my CQC vest and pulled out my heartbeat sensor. This neat little piece of equipment would detect the electrical field given off by a beating heart and then project it onto the little LCD screen on the device. It was very useful for detecting Tangos before they could detect you, especially on assault missions like this. The only problem with it was that it didn't always work properly and sometimes wouldn't detect the heartbeat of a tango, forcing you to work the old fashioned way, even after scanning a room. Like most technology, it couldn't beat a skilled operator with a good weapon.
The sensor registered the room as empty. I put it away and drew my SOCOM, making sure that it was ready to fire. Arnivisca did the same.
He pulled the door open and I went in, scanning the room with my night vision as I did. This was the point where we were the most vulnerable in a tactical situation. The light that was filtering in through the door behind us was silhouetting us against the outside, making us easy targets for any trigger-happy raghead to open fire. All we had on our side was the element of surprise, and if the lights were on inside, that was gone as well.
No fire came at us and I found no targets as I scanned the inside. There was nothing. A loading dock with a few crates on top and a door leading further into the building.
We moved slowly across the loading area, climbing up the loading dock and moving to the door. Arnivisca was examining the lock and confirmed that it was unlocked. You see, picking a lock in a combat situation is dangerous work. First of all, it takes time, which gives terrorists ample time to come around behind you and shoot you in the head. Second, it is noisy, not as noisy as using a breaching shotgun on it, or blowing it open with a breaching charge, but it doesn't matter because if you make noise, the bad guys on the other side could be calling Kremlin Joe to send some of his Spetznaz to help you out with your views on religion in the time it takes you to unlock the door. We were lucky that the door was open, even though the Heartbeat Sensor registered the room as empty.
Arnivisca went through first, his .45 up and ready. I followed and made sure that no one tried to flank us and come from behind.
The lights were on dimly here so I pulled off my goggles and stowed them in my vest. I moved past the doorjamb. The corridor beyond was gray and ulitarian, three meters across and four high. The doors that ran all the way down the corridor all connected to freezers in the building. I checked the corridor for surveillance cameras and disabled them.
We moved into the largest freezer in the building, about the 1800 square feet in a roughly square form. We opened the door and slipped in. Inside there was a large stainless steel box chained down to the center of the floor and along the wall hung what looked to be sides of beef wrapped in canvas.
Arnivisca began working on opening the metal box while I loosened the sack surrounding a side of beef. The bag dropped away easily to reveal a human being. The man's face was pale and he was obviously dead. There was a tight grouping of three bullet holes in the lower left of the man's abdomen, which explained the apparent absence of life. The man was Chinese and he appeared to be wearing some sort of uniform as well, but the blood, bullets and freezing had done too much damage to it for me to read the script or identify it. The others were the same; eight in all, all with the same damaged uniform.
I looked over at Arnivisca who only had one of the two padlocks open. The second one finally popped open and he lifted the lid carefully, checking for any booby traps with his flashlight as he went.
He opened the case, revealing three slim, black canisters all sporting the international symbol for biohazard. Above those, surrounded in foam with the wires to connect them, was an LCD screen and keyboard. It was a biological weapon.
Arnivisca took a surprised step back, the reached into his gear and pulled out a camera, he snapped several pictures of the weapon, the dead men and the rest of the freezer.
Arnivisca then attached a homing beacon to the device and set the lid down over it, replacing the padlocks. He then helped me with the unpleasant task of replacing the canvas over the dead bodies. I put a homing device in one of the dead men's pockets before we wrapped him up.
I took one last look around the freezer to make sure we hadn't missed anything. There was a stack of some sort of metal in the corner, but that was it.
We slipped back into the hall and came back to the back door. We closed it and relocked it. We continued out along the side of the building, returning to the apartment across the street for pickup. As we came to the front, Arnivisca suddenly reared up against the wall, holding his pistol ready.
I backed up as well, then looked forward to fund out what he had seen. Out on the front lawn of the building was one of the Japanese guards. I slipped on my night vision and had a look. He wasn't holding any weapons that I could see, but there was a bulge under his left arm that was probably a pistol.
We waited. The man looked around, lit a cigarette, and then walked towards us. I held my breath. I could kill the man easily, but then we would have to go the all the trouble of removing the body and covering all of our tracks. Plus, if we killed the man, the EC would know we had been here, and that may spook them into running.
We lucked out. All the man did was retrieve a piece of garbage cluttering the lawn, then turn around and enter the building through the front door again.
We moved out, the other team falling in behind us. The tension rose until we were across the street, then we took cover behind the apartment.
I checked my watch and found that we had been in the building for almost three hours. I climbed the fire escape to where Krystal was, and then waved for her to come down. She had sat up there the entire night without moving, observing the world through the scope of her rifle. She shook slightly as she got up, but I helped her down the fire escape and into the black SUV that had come to pick us up.
Arnivisca jumped in immediately after me and handed off his camera to Ding Chavez, the film of which would be taken, developed and immediately stamped top secret.
The SUV quickly sped off into the night.