NOMAD and the rest of the team equip their AA-12s', BULL loads in his incendiary mag prepared to blast some Chaos Insurgency to hell. They turn into a street and see a squad of infantry busting into a house and aiming guns at the civilians. HANAMI sees one of them hit a pregnant woman in the side of the head with the butt of his gun and she breaks. She runs up behind the man and turns him around forcefully.
"What the fuck do you want bitch?" The infantryman said to HANAMI. She whistles as BULL and NOMAD cut down the rest of his squad, leaving the infantryman alive. The man tries to raise his weapon but HANAMI hooks her hand inside of his arms, pulls his arms from the gun and kicks him out into the street. He fumbles for his sidearm but HANAMI steps on his forearm breaking it. The man screams out in pain. The pregnant woman's family is watching as this all goes down. HANAMI pulls out a scalpel from her medical bag. The mans eyes go wide in fear. She walks over to his head directly behind it. Then HANAMI stomps in his teeth breaking most of them. The man is still screaming. She brings him up and throws him at the feet of the pregnant woman.
The man is on his knees sobbing at the feet of the woman. "Apologize you absolute failure of a human being." HANAMI spits. The man is babbling at the feet of the woman. He looks over at HANAMI his eyes are red and puffy from the tears. He stutters "I'm showwy, pleashe forgive me!" He can't speak properly from the blood that is filling his mouth. The pregnant woman looks down at him, and spits on his face. HANAMI nods and takes her scalpel and rams it into the mans back. Taking it out and ramming it in repeatedly, the man is in shock and is unable to scream. The family ignores it and goes inside to treat the pregnant woman's head.
At this point the man is dead and HANAMI has stopped. "Goddamn girl you are cold. I saw that whole thing." YOUNGIN says over the headset. HANAMI sighs and says, "This asshole butted a pregnant woman. I did what I had to. We were gonna kill them anyways but this just sent me over the edge." BULL and NOMAD laugh.
The team are making their way up to the warehouse. "BULL there's a squad of infantry in the building to your right. Bust it down big fella!" YOUNGIN says looking through his target finder. BULL looks over at the building. It has a brick wall that looks easily destroyed with his buster gloves. BULL walks over to it, "Everyone get your flashes out and throw em in when I breach." They all nod and pull out their flash grenades. "YOUNGIN point them out please." BULL says over the headset. "To your left a bit, yeah that's good. Hit it!"
BULL reels back his hands careful to rotate his body for maximum force. He snaps his hands downwards activating the gloves. He braces for impact and brings his hands full force towards the wall. Immediately when his hands make impact the wall explodes scattering dust and clouds. HANAMI and NOMAD toss in their flash grenades followed by a series of yells and curses. The Fireteam goes in hot with their AA-12s' drawn and ready.
BULL spots an infantryman dazed and wobbling around. Instantly there's a column of fire coming from his AA-12 caused by the incendiary rounds. The man hits the floor, his body on fire. NOMAD and HANAMI both blast a poor infantryman simultaneously ripping him to shreds. The infantry team have recovered from their daze and are aiming at Fireteam Sparrow and firing. NOMAD flips a table that seems thick enough, HANAMI hides behind a wall sectioned off from the rest of the room, and BULL takes cover behind a large china case. HANAMI takes out her glock and sprays from around the wall taking out one man. NOMAD thinks, up forward, and his gear responds by propelling him upwards over the table and the forward into the crowd of
infantry. He manages to kick one in the face springing off him and sweeping their legs with his AA-12 as he hits the ground. This rips the squads legs apart as they all drop to the ground in pain and shock. BULL finishes it off by firing off two shots lighting a fire on the ground near them.
"Cmon we gotta get out of here." BULL says to his comrades. HANAMI gives him a worried look, "What about the house? This place probably is a families lifeline, we cant just leave it to burn." NOMAD shakes his head, "The families dead. The infantry don't just breach a house and leave the people inside alive. They gotta cover it up." HANAMIs expression darkens.
Fireteam Sparrow make it out onto the street and resume their adventure to the warehouse. They come across a few gangs robbing stores and looting, taking advantage of all the chaos that has ensued across the favela. They hear a few sirens wailing most likely from ambulances scrambling across the city. They can also hear the pop pop pop of rifles from Beta-7 and Pi-1 fighting their way into the favela.
YOUNGIN is on the roof picking off stray infantry that the rest are leaving behind in their onslaught. He turns off his radio, "Why do they get all the fun man... why do I have to be so good at this sniping thing?" He complains to himself. He spots an infantryman bumbling down the street trying to catch up with his probably dead unit. "Pull." YOUNGIN says to himself and fires the Hercules-1. A split second later the guys chest explodes and he becomes a clump of red on the road. YOUNGIN is really enjoying his time with the Hercules-1. He thinks that maybe it's a little overkill for this type of mission, but nonetheless he's having a lot of fun. He loves the way it sounds when he pulls the trigger and it sounds like a rock hitting a sheet of aluminum, and the donkey kick that it makes.
But with all that excitement he also is longing for something. He does some reflecting on his life. He was born as Shawn, he forgot his last name. As a child he was picked up off the street of Chicago, Illinois by a member of the Vice Lords. They provided him a home, food, money, and schooling. He was known as an extremely intelligent child, excelling in all academic areas and almost straight As throughout his academic career.
But he was also a gang member and with that comes with slinging drugs on corners, holding up stores, and other criminal acts. Along with his academics he was known as an extremely good shot with a rifle. One time he and his set got into a firefight with a rival gang, Shawn was 14 at the time, but he was handed an AR-15 and told to get onto a roof to provide some covering fire.
The rivals were gaining ground fast, moving behind cars and shooting precisely and smartly. Over half of his fellow gang members were dead while the rivals were moving up at an extreme pace. Shawn took aim at a big guy with some really long dreads, he was doing some major damage while wielding a Tec-9 machine pistol.
The guy ran behind a car right into Shawn's field of view. Shawn took a deep breath and placed his finger on the trigger of his AR-15 and exhaled. He squeezed the trigger and in a second the
man was on the pavement with a fist sized hole in the side of his head. This was the first time he ever killed a man. Something in his brain snapped and he was a mad man while wielding a gun. Within minutes he routed the rival gang members.
Every moment after that he was his sets goto marksman at the young age of 14. This is where he got his nickname from. The other gang members started calling him 'Lil Youngin' and he liked it. A few years later he graduated high school at the age of 16. He skipped his Sophomore year and went straight to his Junior year. He raised enough scholarship money to be able to make it into the University of Chicago. He was going to study to become a Nuclear Physicist.
A week after graduation he was told he was going to make a hit on a high ranking Folk Crip member. He was posted up on the building where the guy was going to be directly below him. At this point Shawn was known and feared by the Folk Crips for his deadly accuracy with a rifle. So he takes position atop a building and waits for the man to show up. An hour goes by and then two. He is still waiting until he hears the door behind him atop the roof slam open and a whole squad of FBI agents storm the rooftop. They taze him and put a bag over his head and exit the rooftop.
He wakes up in an all white room handcuffed to a steel table. Two men in fedoras, balaclavas, and black sunglasses are sitting there with their arms across their chests. Shawn doesn't see any patches or insignia on them. "Show me your badges." They are silent. "Show me your badges." He repeats. Silence. "Show me your badges or else I want my lawyer." One of them stands up and walks over to him and slams the table making Shawn jump. "I'm afraid we cannot do that young man." He walks to the other end of the table and sits down crossing his arms in the exact manner as before. "This is illegal, I want my lawyer now!" Shawn complains. The two men respond with a laugh. "Do you know why you are here, young man?" One asks. Shawn is silent. The two men wait a few moments for Shawn to answer. When he doesn't the other says, "We know who you are... 'Lil Youngin'. You are a convicted cop killer. As far as we are concerned you have a total of 54 police deaths under your belt. Along with over 100 murders, presumably gang related incidents. That could put you away for the rest of your sorry pathetic miserable little life. But... some other people see the potential you have with a weapon and would like to see how far you can go working for... them."
Shawn is silent. At this moment he is beyond shocked. "Where am I? Who are you? I know damn well you motherfuckers aren't cops, FBI, or DHS. This is illegal right?" One of the men pulls a badge out of his pocket. Shawn doesn't recognize it. It looks like a yellow bird with perpendicular wings. Under it are three letters, 'U.I.U.' "Young man we are with a special FBI unit. We are known as the Unusual Incidents Unit, or UIU for short. We investigate things that are... unnatural for simplicity's sake. But we also are "talent scouts" for a far more larger and more dangerous organization. And you... well you are talent my friend." Shawn face hardens and he stiffens up with pride. "Listen, who do you want me to kill? I'll do it I swear. I wont tell anyone about what happened here. Just let me go!" Shawn is almost in tears. He wants to go home. He has a future, even a girlfriend. He wants to contribute to society. He was almost out, he was going to be accepted into the world as a functioning member of society.
One of the men looks at the polarized window on the side of the room. The door opens, but no one comes through. He hears footsteps coming towards him from behind. He feels a man grab his shoulder, and all of a sudden he feels a needle going into his neck while a liquid gets injected into him. His vision goes woozy and he passes out seconds later. Thus begins his life working for the foundation. During basic training for the RRT he was known as a scrawny recruit. He wasn't as fast as the others, nor was he as strong. But on the shooting range he was a monster. He scored perfect on all of his marksman tests outdoing everyone in the program. He was also a whiz when it came to the classroom portions of the training. He was bullied for being a small and weak child. Not to mention he was darker in skin color than almost everyone else in the program. YOUNGIN was singled out and bullied.
Then he was transferred over to squad training. He took one look at his new squad leader 'NOMAD' and he thought, Here we go again, another racist jock who thinks he's better than everyone. But as soon as he met him NOMAD has been nothing but kind and accepting to him. And then BULL showed up. At first YOUNGIN hated BULL. He was fast, strong, and not to mention better looking than him. Their specializations were two completely different polar opposite things. But two weeks until they met he became YOUNGINs best friend. They've done everything together for the past three years. Since YOUNGIN graduated from the RRT academy and was placed into Fireteam Sparrow they've been by each others side, fighting bad guys. But with the addition of O5-2 into BULLs life, and HANAMI coming into his he feels like there has been a rift between them. He feels like they might go their separate ways in life, and he's scared.
YOUNGIN shakes those thoughts out of his head and gets back to sniping. He notices unlike the simulations there is no squad of infantry coming to kill him. He's relieved but disappointed at the same time. Part of the reason he even agreed to join RRT was so he could have those adrenaline fueled moments of action. He hears a crackle over the radio, "Hey YOUNGIN we're reaching the warehouse, get over here." NOMAD says. YOUNGIN nods to no one in particular and hops off the roof and lands with a roll. With that he makes his way down to the warehouse.
NOMAD and his squad are right down the street from the warehouse. "So we kill this guy and we just waltz out like nothing happened? I know damn well they are gonna call in some backup." HANAMI says. NOMAD grunts in response, "Don't worry about that. We're gonna get in and out lickity split no problem."
There is a rumbling coming from behind them. There is a dust cloud covering up what might be the cause of it. It's about three blocks away now. "What the hell is that and why does it look like it wants to flatten us?" BULL asks anxiously. The dust cloud clears and they see an armored van barreling down the street towards them. It doesn't seem to be friendly and shows no sign of slowing down. NOMAD responds to the situation by taking out his carbine and full autoing the thing. The shots just bounce off of it.
"Where the hell is YOUNGIN with that big ass sniper of his!?" HANAMI asks. NOMAD sighs, "He's on his way to our position right now. No more cover fire from him." BULL and HANAMI
groan. The van is two blocks away now. "Hey BULL you think you could punch the shit outta that van?" NOMAD asks. BULL chuckles, "Yeah but I don't know how my life is going to go on if I do." NOMAD orders over the headset, "Figure it out or else we're dead. I guarantee you there are like a dozen Chaos infantry in the back of that van!"
BULL does some thinking and comes up with a plan. "HANAMI give me one of those stims you have." HANAMI pulls one of the stims from her chest slots. She tosses BULL one and he catches it, stuffing it into his pocket. "Inject it in your ulnar artery," she points at the vein in the center of her wrist, "It's not a conventional shot so it has a smaller needle, but it'll juice you up real good with no real crash afterwards." BULL nods and takes off down the road to the van.
The van is now about half a football field away from him. He runs until it's only a few hundred feet away. As he's standing in the middle of the road he makes a quick prayer, Hey God, Allah, Kami, or whoever is listening here. I really need some support here and I need it bad. I just hope you know if you help me here you'll be playing for the right team and fulfilling whatever good prayer quota you have to finish or whatever. Sounds like it's straight out of Bruce Almighty but whatever. I just need some strength along with this miracle drug that i'll be shooting into myself. Man I know this sounds crazy but you guys deal with crazy all the time right? Thank you whoever you are. I appreciate it.
He finishes his "prayer" and pulls the needle out of his pocket. He takes off the orange cap and tests the flow. When he is finished with that he pulls his body suit sleeve up and braces himself. BULL has never liked shots, and whenever he had to get them during his time at Site Delta he was always reluctant. But somehow Cyn always managed to get him to take them, always. This is making him think of Cyn and her possible last words to him,You're the last person on this godless earth I want to see hurt, BULL. Now that he thinks about it those words seem pretty redundant right now, considering he just prayed to 3 different gods and is most likely going to get hurt pretty bad right now.
He nuts up and stabs the needle into his veins. Instantly he feels like he is surging with power and energy. His heart-rate goes up 10 beats a second and his vision sharpens. He immediately focuses on the van and nothing else. He begins to sprint full-speed towards it. As he does it feels like time is slowing down, but his pace remains the same. He analyzes every detail of the van and determines it's speed. The van is about 20 feet away as he full on jumps in the air. Time is slowed down it seems as he flicks his buster gloves on and gets ready to possibly break every bone in his body.