TWO MONTHS LATER
26/04/2018
1723 Hours
Colombia
The clouds cast over the partially empty dirt road, surrounded by the greenery of the countryside. The winds brushed off the fields and the trees outside a village a few kilometers nearby. Perfect place to be isolated from the crowds and perfect to slip by unnoticed. A second Voltron team, dubbed 'Tigers' have been deployed in Colombia to intercept a group of terrorists reported to have gotten hold of an unknown cargo, possibly a chemical weapon, from Europe. Coran and his analysts, Gold and Colbert, have been overseeing the mission through a drone watching the team down below amongst the clouds.
The team has been split on different sides of the road, blending in with the greenery among the hillside. Team leader Lieutenant Damon Halliday, former SAS, had been keeping watch on the road waiting for the convoy to arrive. He had his rifle ready, mounted on the grassy hill with two of his other teammates, Montgomery and Yeon. The last two of the five Tigers, Garceau and Okusanya, guarded the other side with Garceau being an experienced sniper for the team.
"Got visual on the convoy." Montgomery said.
Halliday took out his binoculars to check and noticed a faint sight of several vehicles from a distance with a truck towing a cargo container as well.
"I see it. Two vehicles and one truck." Halliday acknowledged.
"Should we call it in?" Montgomery asked.
Halliday nodded and reached for his comms to report. "White Tiger to Zero, we have eyes on the convoy. Ready to strike, over."
"Copy, White Tiger. You are clear to engage, over." Coran responded.
"Copy, Zero. Out."
Halliday then looked back at the convoy which was now closing in on their position and readied his rifle.
"All Tigers engage!"
The team opened fire on the convoy, hitting the vehicle tires and taking out the drivers. The convoy stopped as the terrorists got out to fire back. Montgomery and Yeon took out some of the terrorists on one side of the convoy while Garceau's marksmanship picked off the remaining as well as Okusanya's swift mowdown with his LMG. Shortly, the gunfire ceased and all of the terrorists were on the ground motionless.
"Clear!" Halliday said.
"Clear!" Garceau replied.
"White Tiger to Zero, hostiles are neutralized and the convoy is clear, over."
"Copy," Coran said. "Investigate the cargo. We need to identify its contents before deciding on our next move, over."
Halliday then got his team to approach the convoy stranded in the middle of nowhere, weapons raised in case of anything happening. The team checked the bodies to make sure they're dead before checking the truck.
"Montgomery, Okusanya, check the truck." Halliday ordered.
"Roger."
The two approached the truck with heightened caution. Montgomery opened the door and dragged the body out to check inside the cockpit. Okusanya approached the rear door and felt for any way to open it. The rest of the team kept their distance while guarding the convoy. Halliday heard the doors open and turned towards the truck where Montgomery and Okusanya were as they stepped into the truck.
"Boss?" Montgomery called shortly. "We got ourselves something worse than just chemicals."
"What is it?" Halliday asked.
"Uh," Okusanya replied. "A bunch of mercury and sulfur, lots of toxic shit mixed into the barrels!"
"White Tiger to Zero, we got ourselves some sort of toxic substances, possibly a chemical bomb. Awaiting orders, over."
A brief pause after Halliday relayed the report.
"Copy, White Tiger," Coran replied. "Retrieve a sample and exfil, over."
"Roger. Out."
Halliday was about to get an order ready before he was suddenly rocked back by a sudden explosion. Shielding himself from the blast, Halliday stumbled away from the truck as the deafening ring echoed in his head. Once he looked back, Halliday noticed the truck engulfed in flames and slowly coated in black ash. He then realized something.
"Montgomery, Okusanya! Come in, over!" Halliday shouted through his comms.
There was nothing from the other end. Halliday had no reason to deny that both Montgomery and Okusanya are dead, consumed by the explosion while they were inside the truck. His breathing continued to pace as he looked around, finding both Garceau and Yeon still intact. Halliday quickly rushed over to the two.
"You okay?" He said.
"We're okay, sir!" Yeon replied.
"I'm good," Garceau let out a cough. "Putain d'enfer. What happened to Montgomery and Okusanya?"
"They're dead. They were inside the truck." Halliday said.
"Merde! What now?"
"White Tiger to Zero, Red Tiger and Grey Tiger are KIA and the cargo is destroyed! Repeat, Red and Grey Tiger are KIA and the cargo is destroyed! We need an evac, over!"
"Negative, White Tiger," Coran said. "Can't send in an evac now but we're noticing toxic substances from the truck heading your way. Get the hell away from it now, over." Coran said.
Halliday looked over to the truck and noticed a mix of yellow and green clouds emerging from the burning truck.
"Bollocks!" He cursed before standing up. "Tigers! Get clear from the truck, now!"
The team wasted no time to get away from the convoy, forced to leave both Montgomery and Okusanya behind, though there was no way to recover what was left of them. Once they got to a safer distance, Halliday was about to reach for his comms.
"Hey, bossman," Garceau said, grabbing Halliday's attention. "I think we got company."
Halliday looked at where Garceau was staring at and noticed a group of cars driving towards their position.
"The hell?" Halliday muttered as the vehicles closed in.
Suddenly, gunshots began to zip towards them. The team ducked down and tried to use the vehicles as cover. Halliday braced as gunshots hit the vehicles behind him.
"White Tiger to Zero, we're under heavy fire from unknown hostiles! We need that bloody evac right now!"
He peeked through the corner and noticed several gunmen coming out of their cars.
He couldn't count the exact amount but there were a lot of gunmen with military-grade body armor over their clothes. Halliday managed to shoot some of them down but more took their places. He noticed his comms didn't reach out to base and the response was nothing but static. He could hear anything from them. His team were struggling against the gunmen. Halliday noticed the gas slowly emerging further towards them. There was no other choice but to run into the forest.
"All Tigers retreat!" He shouted as he made a break for the forest.
The team ran towards the forest. Halliday looked behind his shoulder and noticed Yeon tripping over and falling onto the ground. Some of the gunmen reached Yeon and fired their rifles at him. Halliday looked away, knowing Yeon sealed his fate. Now it was just him and Garceau. The two stopped by some trees and took cover behind them.
"Where the fuck's Yeon?!" Garceau shouted.
"Bastards got him!" Halliday replied.
He heard Garceau curse in French before hearing shouts from afar. Halliday noticed more gunmen chasing after them and opened fire. He managed to take out a few before running empty. As Halliday switched to his pistol, he looked at Garceau about to open fire with his rifle, only to get shot in the shoulder and fall over into a pit behind him.
"Garceau!" Halliday shouted.
Out of newfound determination, Halliday got out of cover and fired across the forest to draw out as many gunmen as he could. He couldn't see them through the canopies and the bushes shrouded among the trees. Suddenly, a bullet hit his leg and his arm. Halliday let out a shout before falling over onto the dirt, landing on some tree roots. He couldn't feel his right hand as he struggled to reach for his gun while holding the wound to keep it from bleeding further.
Footsteps rustled and closed in. The rest of the gunmen arrived, approaching him with their weapons aimed at him. Some approached the pit Garceau fell into. Halliday noticed one of them bore a ski mask with sunglasses under his helmet, as well as more kitted out gear than the others. Halliday could assume this was the team leader.
"¿Qué hacemos con a él, señor?" One of the gunmen asked the leader.
The leader glared at Halliday before turning to his men. "Llévalo a él con nosotros."
"Sí, señor. ¡Agarrarlo! ¡Vamos!"
The gunmen approached Halliday and grabbed his arms, lifting him up to drag him away.
"Get your bloody hands off me, you bastards!" He cursed as he struggled to wrestle free.
Halliday continued to struggle and kick away fruitlessly while the gunmen held on without breaking a sweat. Suddenly, he heard Garceau shout from the pit before shots were fired. Halliday then noticed one of the gunmen rip off a tracking device from his vest before glancing at him. His comms are already screwed and his team is dead. Halliday has no idea who these people are but they are definitely involved with the terrorists. His impulse rocketed and he continued to rock aggressively as he shouted curses at his attackers. Suddenly, everything went black, not before he noticed a gunman thrust a rifle butt at him.
Coran, Gold and Colbert stared in silence, jaws open. They watched the whole ordeal unwind from their surveillance room in the hideout until they lost sight of Tiger and their leader Halliday. All of this started to go sideways when the truck exploded suddenly and then an unexpected group of hostiles arrived.
"Bloody hell. What just happened?" Gold asked.
"A lot just happened, son," Coran said. "We just lost contact with Tiger."
"And the comms couldn't reach out to them for some reason. It was working fine a while ago! Something must've jammed the signal."
"We'll get to the bottom of this. We need to get Lion recalled."
"Are you sure, sir?" Colbert asked. "They just took care of the Galra issue a few months back and they're still off-duty."
"I'm positive, Colbert. This isn't just some simple issue. We just lost an important team from NATO and a man I call my friend to a group of unknowns. They'll understand soon enough. Recall them."
Colbert knew it wasn't her position to debate. She simply nodded and turned towards her computer.
"Yes, sir. We'll send out the recall."
27/04/2018
0647 Hours
Macon, USA
A white Ford Escape slowly drove by the side a few blocks away from a suburban house situated outside of Macon. The sun was still rising and the people inside were up and running. Once the SUV stopped, the doors opened and two people got out, both a man and a woman. Both of them wore jackets under their shirts and jeans with gloves. They walked up to the house down the path near the forest, adjusting their sleeves as they focused on the house.
Once they reached the front door, Hunter 1 simply glanced at the camera from the left corner. These weren't their average American neighbors. They were agents working under extremists, hiding in the US with plans in motion. The camera itself was way too advanced for a normal neighbor.
"Who is it?" A voice asked from the other side, with a good American accent.
"Девять-четыре-восемь-балалайка." Hunter 2 replied.
The two waited for the response. They already acquired their password earlier on which could fool the agents that they are on their side. As soon as the door unlocked, the two pulled out their suppressed MP7s with Hunter 1 opening fire on the door. Entering the house, Hunter 1 walked over the body and stormed into the surveillance room to his left where he took out the agents trying to reach for their guns. None of them prepared for a surprise like this.
As Hunter 2 continued her sweep on the ground floor, Hunter 1 moved upstairs and heard footsteps from above and in a room and the sound of a window opening. He knew they were trying to make a run for it. But they weren't the only ones.
"Hunter 3, you got rabbits coming out of the house from the back." He said.
Hunter 1 reached the upper floor to check the rooms which most of them were empty. He then heard some faint muffled shots from outside.
"Hunter 1, this is Hunter 3. Rabbits are down." Hunter 3 replied from the comms.
After searching the entire house, Hunter 2 began gathering the intel from the servers in one of the rooms while Hunter 1 found a fuel canister and started pouring gasoline all across the house, over the bodies and everything else to cover their tracks before ending the trail by the front door. Once Hunter 2 left the house with the intel in tow, Hunter 1 lit a match and tossed it onto the trail. Flames lit up and spread towards the trail like wildfire and by the time it reached the end, the house was burning, smoke levitating to the sky. Shortly, the two met up with Hunter 3, an African-American male, carrying his sniper rifle and bag with the ghillie suit used for the operation.
"All good?" Hunter 3 asked.
"Hell yeah, brother." Hunter 1 answered.
"Russia's gonna owe us for this one." Hunter 2 said.
"They should," Hunter 1 briskly concealed his weapon as he approached the SUV. "We just took out their corrupt FSB team since they don't want to kill their own."
"They would let us do this anyway since they're in our country." Hunter 3 said.
"We would've done the same thing if we had corrupt agents."
"Would we?" Hunter 2 asked.
"Maybe."
Once the team got into their SUV, they drove off and away from the burning house, leaving the rest to the police.
"Hunter 1, hostiles are neutralized and we have secured the intel, over." Hunter 1 reported through his comms.
"Confirmed," His supervisor replied. "Be advised, you are now given a new assignment. There will be a plane set for Colombia where you will work with Voltron. We have a situation that is urgent."
Hunter 1 suddenly froze after hearing the name. He wanted to say no but that would be against his supervisor's wishes. Hunter 1 scowled and eventually nodded.
"Copy, Hunter 1 out." He grudgingly said.
Once he got off the comms, he slammed the steering wheel of the car, puzzling his teammates who looked at him confused.
"Fuck!" Hunter 1 swore.
"Matt?" Hunter 2 asked.
Hunter 1 panted as he glared out at the windscreen facing the freeway. Both Hunter 2 and 3 exchanged glances, waiting for his response.
"The last thing I wanted was to see them again." Matt growled.
27/04/2018
0745 Hours
Hawaii
Shiro let out a yelp as he jolted upright from a nightmare. As cold sweat ran down his body, his breathing rate was accelerated with his heart racing from the sudden experience from the nightmare. Shiro looked around frantically, finding himself in the bed he was in last night. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Although he noticed apart from the many nightmares he had for his entire life, this one saw him die.
"You alright?"
Shiro turned to his side and noticed his bedside was empty and saw Allura approaching him fully dressed. She must've heard him shout from his nightmare. Shiro gave himself a breather to calm himself down.
"Yeah," he replied. "Just a bad dream, that's all."
"What was it this time?" Allura asked.
Shiro then saw a vision of someone familiar standing by his side. He swore he remembered that vision but he just couldn't make it out.
"Shiro?"
The face was clearer and he realized he was the man from his nightmare.
"It was Adam…"
Allura's mouth gaped wide as she stared in disbelief, knowing she herself knew Adam before. Shiro couldn't believe his eyes either. He had never seen Adam in his dreams ever since Lahore.
"How did it-"
"Same as always," Shiro quickly answered. "I wasn't able to save him from that explosion."
Adam was Shiro's first. They both developed a bond that turned into love during Shiro's time with the SEAL Team Six. Adam was a CIA agent who was killed in Camp Chapman in 2009. Shiro recalled trying to save him before the explosion consumed him right before his eyes. He had blamed himself ever since then and carried that guilt for his entire life.
"It wasn't your fault, Shiro." Allura said.
Shiro doesn't reply. Suddenly, he heard his phone buzz from his nightstand and he reached over to see the message. As soon as he saw the message, Shiro immediately got out of bed and got dressed with Allura waiting for him. Voltron was calling them back in and surprisingly, it was earlier than usual.
27/04/2018
1146 Hours
Somewhere in Texas, USA
"700 meters moving down the rock side," Lance reported using his spotter scope. "Got eyes on him?"
"Yeah, Got that son of a bitch." Keith replied, focusing his sniper scope on the field as he laid on the hill frontside.
The scope caught sight of a mountain lion sneaking it's way to a herd of sheeps in the farm's field. Calculating the distance and controlling his breathing, Keith pulled the trigger. The bullet looked to be heading straight for the mountain lion but it hit the ground below it, scaring it away. The two watch the mountain lion scurry away down the hill.
"Fuck! It's gone." Keith cursed, slamming his hand on the mat.
"Well, the good thing is…you scared it away." Lance assured.
"The bad thing is he'll come back. Fucking mountain lions."
"I mean, can you blame 'em? Circle of life."
"My cattle aren't food."
"Technically, sheeps are food."
"I don't eat sheep."
Lance slowly glanced at Keith, surprised by his suddenness.
"Really?" He asked.
"Really." Keith answered.
"What are you, an animal lover?"
"I am, actually."
"But you were eating burgers."
"That doesn't count."
"Fuck you mean it doesn't count? You're eating a dead cow, cabrón."
"It was a mystery burger."
Lance realized what he was talking about and scrunched up his nose.
"You mean that nasty, tasteless, bootlegged one that vegans eat?" Lance guessed.
Keith nodded. "Yup. You should try it."
"Do I look like a fucking cow to you?"
"Oh, so you're saying vegans are cow eaters, huh?"
"I'm just saying I'll take meat over plants any day now."
"Your parents never gave you broccoli since you were a kid?"
"Dude, they had me eating meat so I could grow big and strong. Me and my siblings. Hell, my brother and sister fed the same meat to my niece and nephew."
"Uh huh. My dad did way worse than that. I had to hunt."
"I thought you're an animal lover?"
"I was hunting predators who were trying to eat my cattle."
"Huh. Good point.'
The two went into silence, staring down at the field where the cows were, still chewing on the grass.
"You know, I was wondering," Lance asked. "How are you paying for all this?"
Keith scratched his face. "After my dad passed away from cancer, guys from his old Force Recon unit managed to take all of the bills and taxes so I can take care of the farm. They never told me how but I'm basically living free…for now."
Just then, they heard sounds of rotors spinning faintly. The sounds began to get closer until the two saw a Blackhawk from a distance approaching their area. The helicopter lowered itself beside the field, causing the sheeps to scatter away, bleating as they galloped.
"Hey, Keith."
"Yeah."
"A fucking Blackhawk just landed on your field...right next to your sheeps."
"Yup."
Leaving their equipment behind, Keith and Lance approached the Blackhawk and once they got close, they noticed Pidge get off the helicopter and approach the two, surprising them both.
"Pidge?" Keith called.
"You two! Lets go!" Pidge demanded.
"What's going on?" Lance asked.
"We got a mission, obviously! Get in!"
Keith and Lance exchanged glances and nodded before getting inside the Blackhawk. As the two entered, Keith got out his phone and dialed the number as the helicopter ascended from the ground.
"Hey Alice, I need you to watch over the farm…"
27/04/2018
0800 Hours
Sydney, Australia
Hunk was just finishing up on the omelettes he was making. He was about finished with the side of the nearly complete piece of omelette. The scent of salt and eggs surrounded the entire apartment as the air passed through the open balcony door. Hunk had already prepared the fillings and the first omelette was just about done with the last one. As he finished up prepping the omelettes, he turned around and noticed Shay wasn't up.
After his mission in Brazil, he ended up spending some time with Shay at Sydney during his time off-duty. Flash-forward, the two went into a relationship and Hunk moved into Shay's apartment in Pyrmont since he can't really go back to Fort Benning. During his time with Shay, he got to learn a lot about her, both her work and her life outside. Hunk had noticed Shay had been sleeping in a lot more than usual, though he didn't blame her.
Covering the breakfast to preserve the heat, Hunk headed into their bedroom where he noticed Shay still in bed, covers sprawled all across with one of her bare legs exposed. Her untied hair spread out over the pillow like seaweed. She looked as if she was spooning a pillow. Hunk could hear her light snores as he approached her, even when he was the first to wake up way before her. He even did a morning jog at six and she was still fast asleep. Hunk sat on the bedside and he couldn't help but take a gander at her beauty even at its unkempt nature. He moved a lock of her hair covering her eye aside before slightly tucking it behind her ear.
The curtains were still closed so maybe that could wake her up. Hunk stood up and went up to the curtains and opened it up, letting the sun into the room. The light brightened the bedroom and Hunk got a clean view of the bay overlooking the city. Then, he heard a moan from behind and turned around, noticing Shay was slowly waking up. Hunk reached her side and checked up on her as her eyes slightly opened.
"Morning, Hunk…" She lazily said.
"Morning, Shay," Hunk replied, grinning. "Slept well?"
Shay turned over onto her back as she tried to close her eyes. "Mmm. Five more minutes, please."
Hunk chuckled. "I already got breakfast ready. Bacon onion omelettes. It's gonna get cold soon."
He noticed a smile creep across her face while her eyes were still closed.
"Okay, you win," she muttered before sitting herself up. "I'm up. I'm up."
As Shay stretched her arms, Hunk got off the bed and headed back into the kitchen to get breakfast ready. Shortly, as Hunk placed the plates of omelettes and glasses of orange juice on the table, he looked up to see Shay walking towards him wearing her sweatshirt and shorts from bed. Her hair was still left untied.
"Smells nice." Shay said as she leaned over to kiss Hunk.
"It's your favourite." Hunk replied.
The two sat down and began to eat their breakfast. Shay took a bite of the omelette, sliding the fork into her mouth.
"So good as always." She said as she ate.
Hunk chuckled. "Glad you still like it. I added something to make it tastier."
"What'd you add?"
"Parsley."
"Can't really taste it but it's still yummy. You should be my personal chef."
Hunk chuckled as he watched her eat up. He knew Shay wasn't the greatest cook surprisingly but he didn't mind. As long as she likes it, he's happy. The two continued to eat, talking about work and Shay's sleeping habit. Then, she got into a different subject.
"You know," she said. "You never told me why you wanted to be a soldier when you could've been a chef."
"You never asked." Hunk answered.
"I'm asking now."
"Well, since you asked nicely, I always wanted to be a cook because my father was a cook back in the Navy. He was really good at it and I wanted to be like him."
"But why the army?"
"The attacks on my home gave me the motivation."
Hunk then took another bite of the omelette before going for the glass of juice.
"You know, you never told me about your family or why you wanted to be a war correspondent for Vice." Hunk said.
"You never asked." Shay replied.
"I'm asking now."
"Since you asked politely," she paused for a moment. "I was never a huge fan of the military or the war. I only became a war correspondent so I can understand why people go to war...and see the cost of it."
Hunk then noticed she'd stopped eating. Her expression darkened.
"I saw so many people in the Middle East die in front of my eyes," Shay continued. "Men, women, children. I even lost close friends of mine. Everytime I sleep, I keep seeing flashes of everything that I've seen. I want everyone to see why war is hell and what the cost of it is."
Hunk had stopped eating too but he was already finished by then. He never thought Shay would end up in a situation like this. Thinking about it makes Hunk feel ashamed for being a soldier, considering how many people he killed. Was he actually the type for Shay?
"I'm sorry you had to go through all this." Hunk muttered, looking down to his hands on the table.
Shay looked at Hunk in confusion before realizing why.
"Hunk...I didn't mean-"
Suddenly, Hunk's phone started buzzing from his pocket. He pulled it out and after noticing the notification, he sighed.
"Great." Hunk muttered in disappointment as he stood up.
"Work?" Shay guessed, standing up as well.
Hunk looked at Shay, feeling bad to just leave like this. He really wanted to spend more time with her.
"I'm sorry-"
"No, no, it's alright," Shay said. "Get out there."
Hunk was still upset that he had to leave Shay but he knew that there was no other option. Hunk then began to gather his gear from the bedroom and then made his way to the door. He was about to unlock the door.
"Hey." Shay called.
Hunk stopped and turned around, noticing Shay approaching him. She then leaned forward, kissing him for a while before pulling away.
"Be safe." Shay whispered.
Hunk smiled and nodded. "Will do."
Just like that, Hunk walked out of the door and headed off to the elevator. Both Shay and Hunk prayed for the safety of each other and themselves.
28/04/2018
1132 Hours
Colombia
The Lions of Voltron, all dressed in their uniforms, have arrived at the US air base in Colombia. They were directed to a briefing room for a meeting where they will soon meet someone. The only members who were missing were Coran and his analysts. Some time has passed and nothing much has happened, leaving the team in the dark.
"Well, this is weird." Lance said.
"In what way?" Keith asked.
"Isn't it obvious? We just landed in Colombia and none of us knows what the hell's going on."
"Lance's got a point," Pidge said. "Not only that, where's Lieutenant Smythe and his computer team?"
"I know you guys are concerned," Shiro butted in. "Me and Major Brooks have no idea what's going on either. But we were obviously called here for a reason. Why else would NATO go to all the trouble bringing us here?"
"Why not bring NATO's best counter terrorism unit?"
The team turned around to the sound and noticed Coran standing by the door, accompanied by another person. He looked to be a Native American man in his 50s with long brown hair, a beard and a vertical scar on his right eye.
"Well I'll be damned." Allura said, standing up and approaching the man alongside Shiro with a smile. "So glad to see you again."
Allura and the Native American man both hugged.
"You too, Brooks," The man said as he and Allura broke the hug. He then went up to Shiro for a hug. "Same goes for you, Shiro."
"Yeah. Good to see you too, old friend."
Allura and Shiro then turned around to their team, who were unfamiliar with the man.
"Team," Shiro said. "This is Bryce Kolivan, Station Chief of the CIA."
"And I'm guessing he's the spook who handed us the mission to go after the Galra in Brazil." Lance said.
"Sure was. Had faith that Voltron would get the job done." Kolivan answered.
"So what's going on here that you want us to handle?" Allura asked.
Kolivan's grin faded and he let out a deep, grim sigh.
"Lieutenant Smythe was helping us intercept a terrorist group smuggling in some sort of unknown cargo, possibly a weapon, into Colombia from Europe."
"Tiger was sent to interrupt the convoy," Coran added. "They succeeded in eliminating the terrorists but unfortunately…they were ambushed. Four of the team members were killed while their leader Damon Halliday was captured. Colombian Special Forces have already recovered the bodies of Tiger at the scene, although they had to quarantine the truck containing lethal chemicals."
The news hit particularly Shiro, Coran and Allura, although the others felt neutral since they never heard about another Voltron team other than them. Damon Halliday to Coran was a close friend and a capable soldier with lots to tell. The news that Halliday got taken was hard to get over.
"Who took him?" Shiro asked.
"From what we've gathered, we believe Halliday was captured by the Colombian cartel Los Cruzados," Kolivan answered. "The cartel consists of local triggermen who either used to serve in the army or law enforcement. They're very ruthless and deadly and have been described as potentially the Medellín Cartel's successor as they're already considered to be narcoterrorists. They have murdered numerous government and military officials to the point where the government themselves are afraid to fight back."
"Do we have a location on where they took Halliday?" Allura asked.
Kolivan shook his head. "No need for that. I already have a Ground Branch team boots on the ground searching for him. Your intel team found Halliday's last known location. Hopefully he's still alive by then."
1300 Hours
Colombia
Matt Holt cut through some vines as he and his team ventured through the Colombian jungle. Their supervisor had already pinpointed the location of their objective at a shack somewhere in the jungle. From the skies, they had two analysts of Voltron watching the team through a stealth drone. Jem and Stacy watched from the feed as the Hunter team moved through the jungle, closing in on the destination.
"Hunter 1 to Zero, we have reached the target building but no signs of any hostiles. Are you positive that this is the building, over?"
"Yes, Hunter 1. Positive."
"It better be, out."
Just as he got off the comms, Jem sighed as he stared at the screen annoyed before turning to Stacy.
"This is like - the fifth time this Hunter 1 guy kept bugging us on whether the location is right or not. Didn't his CIA mates make it clear to him?" Jem said.
"He didn't seem too happy to be working with us." Stacy replied.
"Yeah. You saw the way he glared at us for most of the time when we first met, right? I mean, what is his problem anyway?"
"Hell if I know, Jem."
The team stayed at their position for a while, not moving from their spot.
"Matt, are we good to go?" Hunter 3 asked.
Sighing, Matt signaled his team to move. The two watched as Matt and his team approached the building as seen by their heat signatures. The team stacked up by the entrance with Hunter 2 tossing a flashbang through the door gap into the room. After the loud bang, the team stormed in with weapons raised as they prepared to open fire. However, no shots were fired and Jem noticed the building was empty. The team then began to sweep the area for hostiles.
"Clear!" Hunter 2 said.
"Clear on my end!" Hunter 3 followed up.
Jem and Stacy waited for Matt who was still checking the rooms without a word.
"Hunter 1 to Zero, we're seeing nothing here, over." Matt hissed.
"Intel said there would be hostiles there, over."
"Well, the intel you got was fucking wrong. Just look how Voltron turned out."
Jem noticed Matt sounded like he has resentment towards Voltron for whatever reason.
"Hey Matt! You better come look at this!" Hunter 2 called.
Matt and Hunter 3 went up to Hunter 2 who was in one of the rooms. Once they got there, the two noticed blood stains on plastic wrapping alongside chopped fingers on a bloodied table, presumably Halliday's.
"Seems like they were here," Hunter 3 said. "Somehow they knew we were coming."
Matt didn't say anything but he simply sighed before turning to his team.
"Lets get the fuck out of here."