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McLean, Virginia, U.S.A. Central Intelligence Agency, George Bush Center For Intelligence, Briefing Room G. January 25, 2003. 11:27 A.M. EDT.
This was taking too damn long, Sonic thought.
The five were accosted by members of the CIA, escorted to a waiting car, driven to CIA HQ, deposited in the room they're now in twenty minutes ago, and told somebody will explain the situation. The five sat at a horseshoe- shaped table, with a projector between the walls of it. Sonic, on one side of the horseshoe, had his feet propped up on the table, leaning back in the office chair, sometimes making it creak, with his hands behind his back. Tails, beside him on his left, had his head down. Knuckles, to his left sat with his head held in his hands propped up on his elbows. Amy, on the apex of the horseshoe, nervously drummed her fingers on the table, her nails causing a ticking sound, and Rouge, beside her, sat with her arms folded over her chest.
How much longer were they gonna take, Sonic thought. And the sound of Amy's nails tapping on the table was slowly corroding his nerves. "Will you cut that out, please?" Sonic asked, as polite as someone with only three hours of sleep can.
"Hmm?" Amy glanced at him.
"With your nails," Sonic clarified. "It's starting to aggravate me."
"Why? And stop making your chair squeak. It's getting on my nerves."
"Then you stop first!"
"And if I don't?"
"Then. I'll throw this table at you!"
"Enough!" Knuckles interjected. "Shit!"
"Why's everyone so irritable?" Rouge asked.
"That's a stupid question." Sonic said. "You try going on three hours sleep at most."
Finally, to end all the bickering, three CIA Agents, including Scott Dowell, entered the room. "Sorry to have kept you waiting." He apologized.
"Boss, what the hell is going on?" Rouge inquired.
Sonic sat up. "Yeah, why are we here?"
Dowell chuckled. "I thought you'd already know. We are well aware of your actions the past 20 hours, including your chats."
Tails shot up. "What?! How?! I thought my security protocols were full proof. 128-bit encryption."
Dowell laughed. "Kid, we're the CIA. We're paid to know stuff. We know when you eat, watch TV, go to the bathroom, scratch, go to bed. We even know when you whack off, and whether you're thinking of a man or woman."
"For real?" Sonic asked, sarcastically.
Dowell smirked. "Yep, as a matter of fact, a week ago, you were thinking of a guy!" Everyone laughed but Sonic.
That didn't sit well with Sonic, as bogus as it was. "Motherfu-" Sonic made to kick him in his sternum, but Tails grabbed the back of his shirt.
Dowell just laughed. "I was just fucking with you, man!" A couple more chuckles, and he stopped. "Okay, seriously ladies and gentlemen. I know you all want to this hostage crisis to come to a reasonable resolution. Well here's your chance."
"I thought the President said we couldn't act yet?" Sonic recalled.
"The president will have no knowledge of this." Dowell said. "In fact, only the CIA, and a select few military personnel will know about this operation."
No knowledge? Rouge thought. Then that means. "You're gonna have us black op.?"
Dowell just smirked at his subordinate.
"Sonufabitch," Knuckles muttered. "So, if we do accept, we'll have no official support?"
"You'll have none. Remember the top rule of black ops-"
"Yeah, yeah," Sonic muttered. "If we're discovered or killed, you'll disavow all knowledge, and everything will be on us. I did a black op. before." Well, it was a black op. that turned out to be a not-so-black op. It was a recon mission in Oceania to pick up data on the schematics and performance of Eggman's new Reaper Air Superiority Fighter.
"Hey, why didn't you tell me you did a black op.?" Amy complained.
Sonic rolled his eyes. "Because nobody was supposed to know!"
"I meant after the fact."
"Oh, because you never asked." He answered dryly, and Amy sighed. "Don't like it? Tough!"
"So, you know your objectives," Dowell said, steering the conversation back. "Do you accept?"
"Give us a minute." The gang got in a huddle in the back of the room. Thirty seconds later, they broke out. "We'll take it."
Dowell looked pleased. "Excellent! Agent Morrison will brief you."
With that, the lights dimmed, and Morrison, a medium sized black guy, turned on the projector displaying a map of western Russia. "Now, we are all aware that after the attack, Dr. Robotnik's forces extracted to the South." The projector panned slightly south. "There were two possible points of escape for those transports: the Black Sea, and the Caspian Sea. At 0930 hours this morning, our surveillance satellites detected a small strike egg carrier, which we had been keeping an eye on for some time, designated 'Rakshasa', move from the Black sea, further south to a nautical repair and refuel station in the middle of the Indian Ocean, 4,000 miles south of India." The screen now showed a 3-D picture of the Rakshasa in the top-right corner, and a smaller picture of the Rakshasa make its way to the South Indian Ocean. "Intel indicates that it will take at least twelve hours for the strike carrier to complete repairs. From there, we believe it will take on more fighters, and supplies from a forward re-supply rig 2,500 miles south of Hawaii, before transferring the hostages to one of Robotnik's fleet carriers, before undergoing another tour-of-duty. Our plan calls to stage our strike between re-supply, and transfer.
"You will not be alone on this. SEAL Team 3 will also participate in this mission. However, we believe you will be able to take command of this mission. King Elements' Alpha (Sonic and co.) and Charlie (the SEALs) teams will infiltrate the re-supply base." The projector now shows the horseshoe-looking re-supply base. Your three primary objectives there will be to disable the communications tower. Do not completely destroy it; the enemy will get suspicious. An E-3 Sentry AWACS will assist you by jamming their communications. At most, you will have five minutes after the AWACS goes on-line before the comms tower bypasses our jamming. Second, get on board the Rakshasa. If you get left behind, the mission will be scrubbed (aborted). Once on board, find the brig, free the Heads of Defense, and any others, and extract yourselves. Your insertion and extraction will come from the nuclear attack submarine U.S.S. Los Angeles, based at Pearl Harbor. We cannot paradrop you since there is a wing of Hammerhead multirole fighters based at the facility. You do have one secondary objective, however: destroy the Rakshasa. That ship has been interdicting our trade routes in the Pacific, and giving the Pacific Fleet problems. You'll be doing them a great service if that carrier is taken out.
We have booked all five of you the next available flight to Honolulu. From there, you are to report immediately to Pearl Harbor for insertion. Dismissed." The lights brightened, the projector turned off, and everyone stood up to stretch.
Dowell walked over to Sonic. "Mr. Hedgehog. The ball is in your hands again. Score with it."
"Yessir." Sonic smiled. "Alright people! You heard the man! We ship out immediately!"
A/N: So, finally they get their mission. Question is, how will it pan out? To find out, stay tuned for the next chapters. And don't forget to review, please! Peace!
McLean, Virginia, U.S.A. Central Intelligence Agency, George Bush Center For Intelligence, Briefing Room G. January 25, 2003. 11:27 A.M. EDT.
This was taking too damn long, Sonic thought.
The five were accosted by members of the CIA, escorted to a waiting car, driven to CIA HQ, deposited in the room they're now in twenty minutes ago, and told somebody will explain the situation. The five sat at a horseshoe- shaped table, with a projector between the walls of it. Sonic, on one side of the horseshoe, had his feet propped up on the table, leaning back in the office chair, sometimes making it creak, with his hands behind his back. Tails, beside him on his left, had his head down. Knuckles, to his left sat with his head held in his hands propped up on his elbows. Amy, on the apex of the horseshoe, nervously drummed her fingers on the table, her nails causing a ticking sound, and Rouge, beside her, sat with her arms folded over her chest.
How much longer were they gonna take, Sonic thought. And the sound of Amy's nails tapping on the table was slowly corroding his nerves. "Will you cut that out, please?" Sonic asked, as polite as someone with only three hours of sleep can.
"Hmm?" Amy glanced at him.
"With your nails," Sonic clarified. "It's starting to aggravate me."
"Why? And stop making your chair squeak. It's getting on my nerves."
"Then you stop first!"
"And if I don't?"
"Then. I'll throw this table at you!"
"Enough!" Knuckles interjected. "Shit!"
"Why's everyone so irritable?" Rouge asked.
"That's a stupid question." Sonic said. "You try going on three hours sleep at most."
Finally, to end all the bickering, three CIA Agents, including Scott Dowell, entered the room. "Sorry to have kept you waiting." He apologized.
"Boss, what the hell is going on?" Rouge inquired.
Sonic sat up. "Yeah, why are we here?"
Dowell chuckled. "I thought you'd already know. We are well aware of your actions the past 20 hours, including your chats."
Tails shot up. "What?! How?! I thought my security protocols were full proof. 128-bit encryption."
Dowell laughed. "Kid, we're the CIA. We're paid to know stuff. We know when you eat, watch TV, go to the bathroom, scratch, go to bed. We even know when you whack off, and whether you're thinking of a man or woman."
"For real?" Sonic asked, sarcastically.
Dowell smirked. "Yep, as a matter of fact, a week ago, you were thinking of a guy!" Everyone laughed but Sonic.
That didn't sit well with Sonic, as bogus as it was. "Motherfu-" Sonic made to kick him in his sternum, but Tails grabbed the back of his shirt.
Dowell just laughed. "I was just fucking with you, man!" A couple more chuckles, and he stopped. "Okay, seriously ladies and gentlemen. I know you all want to this hostage crisis to come to a reasonable resolution. Well here's your chance."
"I thought the President said we couldn't act yet?" Sonic recalled.
"The president will have no knowledge of this." Dowell said. "In fact, only the CIA, and a select few military personnel will know about this operation."
No knowledge? Rouge thought. Then that means. "You're gonna have us black op.?"
Dowell just smirked at his subordinate.
"Sonufabitch," Knuckles muttered. "So, if we do accept, we'll have no official support?"
"You'll have none. Remember the top rule of black ops-"
"Yeah, yeah," Sonic muttered. "If we're discovered or killed, you'll disavow all knowledge, and everything will be on us. I did a black op. before." Well, it was a black op. that turned out to be a not-so-black op. It was a recon mission in Oceania to pick up data on the schematics and performance of Eggman's new Reaper Air Superiority Fighter.
"Hey, why didn't you tell me you did a black op.?" Amy complained.
Sonic rolled his eyes. "Because nobody was supposed to know!"
"I meant after the fact."
"Oh, because you never asked." He answered dryly, and Amy sighed. "Don't like it? Tough!"
"So, you know your objectives," Dowell said, steering the conversation back. "Do you accept?"
"Give us a minute." The gang got in a huddle in the back of the room. Thirty seconds later, they broke out. "We'll take it."
Dowell looked pleased. "Excellent! Agent Morrison will brief you."
With that, the lights dimmed, and Morrison, a medium sized black guy, turned on the projector displaying a map of western Russia. "Now, we are all aware that after the attack, Dr. Robotnik's forces extracted to the South." The projector panned slightly south. "There were two possible points of escape for those transports: the Black Sea, and the Caspian Sea. At 0930 hours this morning, our surveillance satellites detected a small strike egg carrier, which we had been keeping an eye on for some time, designated 'Rakshasa', move from the Black sea, further south to a nautical repair and refuel station in the middle of the Indian Ocean, 4,000 miles south of India." The screen now showed a 3-D picture of the Rakshasa in the top-right corner, and a smaller picture of the Rakshasa make its way to the South Indian Ocean. "Intel indicates that it will take at least twelve hours for the strike carrier to complete repairs. From there, we believe it will take on more fighters, and supplies from a forward re-supply rig 2,500 miles south of Hawaii, before transferring the hostages to one of Robotnik's fleet carriers, before undergoing another tour-of-duty. Our plan calls to stage our strike between re-supply, and transfer.
"You will not be alone on this. SEAL Team 3 will also participate in this mission. However, we believe you will be able to take command of this mission. King Elements' Alpha (Sonic and co.) and Charlie (the SEALs) teams will infiltrate the re-supply base." The projector now shows the horseshoe-looking re-supply base. Your three primary objectives there will be to disable the communications tower. Do not completely destroy it; the enemy will get suspicious. An E-3 Sentry AWACS will assist you by jamming their communications. At most, you will have five minutes after the AWACS goes on-line before the comms tower bypasses our jamming. Second, get on board the Rakshasa. If you get left behind, the mission will be scrubbed (aborted). Once on board, find the brig, free the Heads of Defense, and any others, and extract yourselves. Your insertion and extraction will come from the nuclear attack submarine U.S.S. Los Angeles, based at Pearl Harbor. We cannot paradrop you since there is a wing of Hammerhead multirole fighters based at the facility. You do have one secondary objective, however: destroy the Rakshasa. That ship has been interdicting our trade routes in the Pacific, and giving the Pacific Fleet problems. You'll be doing them a great service if that carrier is taken out.
We have booked all five of you the next available flight to Honolulu. From there, you are to report immediately to Pearl Harbor for insertion. Dismissed." The lights brightened, the projector turned off, and everyone stood up to stretch.
Dowell walked over to Sonic. "Mr. Hedgehog. The ball is in your hands again. Score with it."
"Yessir." Sonic smiled. "Alright people! You heard the man! We ship out immediately!"
A/N: So, finally they get their mission. Question is, how will it pan out? To find out, stay tuned for the next chapters. And don't forget to review, please! Peace!