Chapter 3: Castle of the Giants
T- 20 Hours, 10 minutes, 14 seconds.
"Lambert, please tell me this. If the nano-bots can eat through an inch of "Kintex" in ten hours, why is it that it will only take those around 23 hours to get through the rest of the 2 feet? Shouldn't that number be closer to 230 hours? One foot is 12 inches… Two feet is twenty four… Subtract 1 inch and you got 23. Twenty three times ten is two hundred thirty… It doesn't make sense!" said Scott over the comm as he was in the glider approaching the castle.
"Scott… I know that doesn't make sense but, you have to believe me. We only have 20 hours or the president will drop a hydrogen bomb on the castle… The techs in the white house told him that the hydrogen bomb would destroy the shell coating and it would kill the nano bots."
"So why don't we just do that?"
"Because… People don't know but Greenland belongs to Russia now."
"What!?" Scott yelled out through the comm.
"Don't ask how this happened, Greenland is now under Russian control. If we drop any nuclear device on there it will begin World War 3. We don't want that, that's why we have you."
Scott killed the comm. He didn't want any more surprises from command. Something already wasn't right here and he had to find out what. Lambert usually gave him every piece of information, he never asked for any additional info. Everything he had heard in the last few hours didn't make any sense to him. Nothing added up. The F18 pilot signaled to Scott over the computer screen, Scott gave him the "OK" and the pilot hit the trigger, releasing his glider.
The glider jolted abit in the air as Scott tried to gain control of it. In a few seconds, he was gently gliding down towards the castle, or the bushes in front of it. Coming closer to the castle, he noticed that it looked something take from the medieval ages, but there was guards everywhere, snipers, patrol dogs, two jeeps circling the castle. He slowly touched down in the woods just behind the castle, getting out of the glider as slowly as he could Scott tried to listen for any guards. Without hearing anything he started moving towards the castle through the bushes. He didn't worry about anyone finding his glider; it was packed with a lot of C4. If anyone found it, his mission was over so he'd give em fireworks.
He approached the back wall and stopped, waiting for the patrolling guard to pass him by. He noticed a window at ground level leading into the basement; no lights in there, no movement, and nothing on thermal. As the guard passed him he made his way to the window as quickly as possible without making any noise. Feeling around on the window he found and outside lock. This thought troubled him but he picked it anyways knowing that the guard would be coming back any minute. Right before slipping it he turned on night vision mode on his goggles and slid in. He closed the window behind him and turned to look at what was in the room. As he turned his head, he came face to face with the muzzle of a FAMAS rifle.
"Shit…" slowly said Scott.
"Welcome to my castle, Scott" Could it be? The voice was familiar, it almost sounded as it Sam. But it couldn't, Sam was dead. He tried to turn his head to the direction from where the voice came from but he found himself being hit in the back of his head and going out cold. It was going to be a long night for him.
Sam saw one of his soldiers knock out Scott. He wondered if he still recognized his voice, disregarding the thought for now, he strapped Scott of his gear and signaled for the guards to drag him to a room. He made his way to the communications and security center. It was filled with computer screens on every wall, and 3 people total in the room. He sat down in the chair in the back of the room as one man stood up and walked closer to Sam to have a chat.
"He did everything as you have said he would." said the man with a tired voice.
"I trained him; I should know his every move. Or am I mistaken, Chris?" answered Sam without even looking at the mans face. "Echelon sent him as I thought they would, they will probably send more, you know the other insertion points, shoot to kill this time. Scott might be able to help us in some way."
"But the echelon told him lies about this…" the man was now concerned, "he could jeopardize our operation."
"He won't." reassure Sam. "I know Scott, if we give him the truth and some time to take it all in, he will join us and help us take them down. He doesn't like anyone fucking with his country."
"Why would you say that sir? He's just a simple operative, bred just to take care of the objective."
"That's where you are mistaken, I once had an Op with him; we had to invade the headquarters of a cartel. We intentionally got captured with the rest of the hostages. The terrorists didn't even bother searching us for guns because we looked like bums. The terrorist leader was doing a live broadcast all over Africa, to boost the morale of his troops by killing all the hostages live. Scott, pulled out his gun, grabbed the guy and stood right in front of the camera. He looked straight into it and said 'A message to my enemies, never fuck with one who had to fight for being free!' and then, just like that, he squeezed the trigger and blew his brains out live, in front of the whole country, with no regrets. Believe me Chris, you don't want to fuck with Scott."
"I will tell the guards that, sir…" said the man as he turned around and went over to the comm channel and started saying a few words.
Sam sat there wondering on how much convincing he will have to do to get Scott to join their cause. He first noticed holes in Echelon a few years back, keeping his mouth shut he gathered information with every op, listening in their conversations, gathering more data than needed, he was even the one to break into the white house to find out what Silent Whisper really was.