AN: Greetings to y'all! I've just been surfing the internet for a couple weeks now when I discovered Rainbow Six Siege. Well, not really discovered, I've known the game for a long time already, and being a fan of Tom Clancy I even own a giant ass copy of the Rainbow Six book. I was just able to develop an interest in it the past couple of months and was able to come up with a bunch of ideas. One of which is this. Also please keep in mind that I'm also working on a bunch of other fanfictions over at the other side, and I'm a grade 10 student (during the time this chapter was published) who is drowning in school work, and I'm a CAT officer (only Filipinos will get that last part.) So yeah, life is the most enjoying torture chamber ever! Anyway, enough rambling and let's get on with the story.

One last thing, this whole chapter is basically just Ela's story, with a couple of irrelevant additions. So if you want to, feel free to jump to the next chapter.

Location: Hereford Base, Herefordshire, England

Time 13:00

Date: June 1, 2018

It was a typical day at Hereford base in England. The sky was filled with clouds looking like it was gonna rain, a common sight at this part of the world. Regardless of that, the SAS recruits continued with their usual training. One of which is jogging the entire perimeter of the base. Hereford began as a non-flying station for the RAF until the end of the 20th century where it became the forge for new SAS commandos.

But that was only one side to the coin which is the base. Hereford was also the headquarters of the world's most elite counter-terrorism unit, Rainbow Six. With all the mess Rainbow has to go through, it's not very surprising that Rainbow has been forced to make a mess themselves on one or two occasions.

That's why it's a secret, A female thought as she strolled across the base grounds.

Rainbow dealt with the messiest of anything related to terrorism across the globe. Hereford was also the home to Rainbow's backbone, it's operators. They had living quarters and facilities that would accommodate the current number of operators. All of the operators were currently on base either training, resting, inspecting equipment, waiting for something to happen, or some other stuff; but mostly waiting for something to happen.

One of those operators was Elzbieta 'Ela' Bosak, one of the two GROM operators from Poland. She took an afternoon walk around the base to enjoy the silence and solitude. She heard that there was a football game over at America so the recreational area was full of people trying to watch the game through the 110-inch flat screen they had over there. Ela was not the kind of person who enjoyed large crowds. She saw a trio of men playing football (not American) over at the field. They saw her and waved at her, she returned the gesture with a smile.

Ela had a sister, Zofia Bosak, who was the other GROM operative in Rainbow. The two of them are the only ones who are related to each other, sure there are the occasional 'relationships' that was to be expected between the operators of Rainbow but no one was really blood-related, unlike the Bosak sisters. Director Six was uneasy at first about having operators who were related to one another since there was a small percentage that it would impair them from fulfilling each other's duties. Especially in Rainbow. She would later know that it won't matter since Ela pretty much hated everything about her sister. She once called both of them to the range for a simple exercise. The goal was to shoot a portrait of each other down range with a given situation. Zofia was reluctant to shoot her sister's photograph, although it wasn't really Ela something about shooting her sister's photograph was really deep to her. It took a while before she was pressured to let one fly to her sister's portrait.

Ela, on the other hand, was a different story. Once it was her turn for the test it didn't take more than a second for her to start dumping her magazine at the picture of her sister. Six was slightly taken aback by this, it was as if to Ela it wasn't her sister but an enemy who is a threat to her existence. But Six also noticed that she didn't fire immediately, she hesitated a little bit to think. Once Ela began to fire she kept her finger locked tightly on the trigger, once her mag was empty she examined the photo, she wasn't satisfied. She reloaded and continued to fire. Ela even drew her sidearm to finish off what was left of the photograph.

Six was surprised at what she saw. She concluded that they were complete opposites of each other. Zofia was exactly how Six expected her to be, but Ela though was different. Although Ela obliterated her sister's photograph when she hesitated conflict may have happened in her head meaning that there was a softer side to her, one that didn't hate her sister. In truth, Six had no idea what was going on inside Ela's head, it may be anything so she left it to her imagination. Six concluded that they were 100% fit for duty afterward.

Ela never always hated her sister. In fact, there was once a time when she loved her more than anything else. When they were only kids they had almost no other friends, no other people to support them, but each other. They always had each other's backs. Zofia would teach Ela some close quarters combat techniques she got from their father, and Ela would teach Zofia how to get out of certain situations with anything she had. That was Ela's expertise, countering threat networks. One time when Zofia couldn't fight off her enemies, Ela swooped in sometime later and made the attackers destroy each other from their own inner circle. They were certainly the best of friends. It was unfortunate how much that was going to change.

Once they were both in high school, things got really hard really quickly. Ela found it difficult to commit herself into the strict military lifestyle. The problems piled up day by day with only a few solutions being made. What's worse was their father's expectations. From the start, Zofia was constantly maintaining a line of excellence in everything she did, but things were different for Ela. She was struggling a lot; it seemed like no matter how hard she tried, no matter how far she threw herself over the edge, no matter what she did it was never going to get any less difficult for her. It also wasn't just more than where Ela was actually working harder than Zofia. Ela never cared whether Zofia was better than her. All she wanted was to be able to make her father proud of her. But that was never going to happen. Due to the constant flow of achievements, Zofia was receiving their father had always praised her and has clearly favored her more than the other. This caused the divide between the two sisters which only got wider. Their attitude towards each other changed. Zofia, who was once Ela's best friend was now her enemy. And ever since, Ela had kept a personal objective, that was to keep as little contact with her elder sister as possible.

As the years passed Ela was still doing her best in all she did with little fruit. But when she did achieve something she still didn't receive even a single nice word from her father. And then there were the disciplinary actions. Both Ela and Zofia weren't immune from them, and they'd get them often. Their father always used the more verbal approach using his mouth to do the punishing. But it always seemed like it was less hurtful for Zofia. Despite that, Ela still did all she could to try and get at least one praise from her father. Then something happened. Ela could be compared to a star, through its lifespan a star would get brighter and brighter until it eventually explodes into a supernova. That's what happened to Ela, because of the special attention she received in the military high school she attended because of her father's role as the GROM commander she was constantly bullied in school. And this kept on going and going even adding with all the other bad stuff going on with her life proved to be too much for young Elzbieta Bosak, and one day, six months before her graduation she was bullied by a group of guys at the school. Ela tried to warn them off but when they persisted it tipped her over, that was the last straw for her, she snapped. She assaulted the boys almost fatally injuring one of them in the process, and this caused her expulsion. She transferred to another academy but her lack of attendance caused her to be transferred again to a small local high school. She eventually finished and graduated from high school. After that, she wanted nothing but to get out of the house and find a life on her own terms. She decided to go to Berlin to study fine arts there. One thing Ela was undeniably good at was drawing. Her father refused to allow her because she wanted her to join the military same with her sister, but that didn't matter to Ela. She planned to just leave one night when her father was supposedly asleep. The moment had set her course to where she is now, and its memory still plays in her head like a DVD.

Ela had her stuff packed, her mindset and she was ready to go. She left a letter on the dinner table stating her intentions. She opened the front door quietly and made one step out.

"Where do you think you're going?" Asked the voice of an aging man.

Ela looked to her left and saw a lamp turn on. It revealed an old man sitting cross-legged on a chair looking at her. There was a pistol on the little table next to him.

"I'm going to get out of here, and live my based on my own terms," Ela replied. "Papa."

Jan Bosak stood from his seat and walked to his daughter. This made Ela tense. The Bosak man gave her a look of disappointment.

"I guess there is no stopping you, you are a big girl already anyway," Jan said. "But if you take one more step, you will no longer be my daughter, and you will be completely on your own. And with all the wrong you've done, how do you expect to get anywhere?"

Ela thought about this. He was right actually, there was no guarantee she'd be accepted in the first place anyway, but if she stayed at home she still had a place she could stay, food she could eat, and quite a number of things she's just realizing now. Ela thought about it and made up her mind. She moved her left foot forward and she was out.

"I don't know if I'll end up anywhere Papa, but one thing's for certain," She said while not looking back, "I'll never get anywhere if I stay stuck here, with you, and Zofia."

"So be it," She then heard the door close behind her. She was now free but also on her own.

Ela had spent two years at a fine arts college in Berlin, Germany. She also spent some time there learning other things. She was really good at what she did and found nothing difficult. If she kept it up, she would've been a great artist. But no, her interest started to fade as the appeal of her old life slowly caught up to her.

Ela was given a tempting offer when she made the acquaintance of the owner of a small private military company. Craving the adventure and financial independence she took the offer, hoping that her role as a contractor would differ from the simplistic compliance she experienced at the military academy. During her first years of deployment in Iraq, she gained a reputation on the field. Known to possess an impressive range of abilities, her attitude was the only obstacle standing in her way. Ela would find it hard to recognize authority sometimes, probably because of her rough childhood. Regardless of that, she was seen as a prized addition to any team and a valuable asset, but her employers would still monitor her closely to investigate reports of authority issues.

Around this time period, Ela had been educated in weapons engineering and had developed the first prototype of a non-lethal concussion mine that can be used in counter-IED operations. She called them the Grzmot mine.

After a pretty rough but successful operation in Baghdad, she received a piece of information from Poland, her first account of home since she left the country four years prior. She still remembers that dreadful night.

Ela had just returned to the base after a successful operation in the capital city of Baghdad. Once she and her squad disembarked from the MRAPs they headed straight for the tents.

"Hey Bosak, come on over to the mess will ya, and let's celebrate!" Her fellow contractor said.

"Not tonight Kevin I'm tired, besides you'd hog away all the food before I can even get a plate," Ela said.

"Hey that was one time and one time only, and I was hungry, do you know what three days with nothing but a couple MRE's feel like?" Kevin asked.

"No, but I do know what a week of no food feels like."

Kevin stayed quiet.

"I thought so, now get away from me, just make sure you leave some for breakfast or I'll put a bullet in your head," Ela said.

"K then, as you wish boss gal," Kevin said sarcastically before running off.

Ela headed straight for her tent and dropped her stuff on the ground and set her M4 carbine on a table. She removed her kevlar vest and jacket. Then she got a knock from outside.

"Who's there?" She said.

"Elżbieta Bosak?" The man asked

"Speaking."

"May I come in?" The man said in Polish. Ela thought about it for a moment and sighed.

"Tak," She replied keeping her pistol close to her.

The man entered the tent and looked at Ela. He was about 6 ft tall, wearing a Polish army dress uniform and was holding a manila envelope. Ela already knew what this meant.

"Elżbieta Bosak, daughter of former GROM commander Jan Bosak?" The man asked again.

"Tak," Ela said again slightly annoyed. She never liked hearing her father's name.

"My name is corporal Antoni, with the Polish army. I am here about your father," Corporal Antoni said.

"What about my father?" Ela asked.

"He has committed suicide, one week earlier in his office at the Ministry of Interior building in Warsaw," Antoni reported.

"I see," Ela said. A part of her was a little glad that her father was now permanently out of her life, but the other bigger part was saddened by this information. He may have been terrible, but he was still her father. Antoni then approached Ela and gave her the envelope.

"When we found your father's body he had two letters with him. One told us to give his flag to you. The other was addressed to you so we didn't open it. It's inside the envelope along with the flag," Antoni explained.

"Dziękuję Ci," Ela said.

Antoni gave her a nod before turning and leaving her. Ela put her M4 down onto the side of the table and sat down and opened the envelope. She first removed the red and white flag folded in a triangular fashion and set it down gently on the table. She then saw a smaller white envelope and took it. It had the words "To Ela" written in her father's cursive handwriting at the front. She opened it and out came a letter, written on a sheet of bond paper, and two keys attached to a ball link chain. She set aside the keys and began to read the letter.

Dear Ela

If you are reading this then I have passed already. I am probably the last thing that you will ever want to think off in your entire life, I know that you dislike me a lot. And I understand why because it is my fault you feel that way. And I am deeply sorry for it. My words may not mean anything to you but please hear me out, for one last time at least. When Zofia was born I said that she would be the vessel that would carry on my legacy as she was the first and the eldest. But when you were born, it hit me, you were not going to carry on my legacy, but you would be the one to carry on the legacy of the entire family while doing countless good for the family. Your grandfather had said the same about me, but I was not strong enough to do so, but you, on the other hand, had a fresh chance. So I had to make it hard on both of you, to train and prepare you for the cruelty of our world; the hardships, the pain, I wanted to make sure the two of you were ready for it, especially you. But I was so lost after the death of your mother and the fear that you two weren't going to be ready in time, so I failed to realize that I was no longer strengthening you and helping you, and was, in fact, breaking you already. I was punishing you when I was supposed to be rewarding you for your achievements. Despite all of your failures, you would always succeed anyway in the end.

That night when you left was the worst night of my entire life. When I closed that door and watched you leave, I felt like I had made the worst decision in my life. I wanted to go after you and plead you to come back, but I couldn't allow myself to do so because I was weakened by my own pride. I fooled myself that you were going to just come back after a while, I stood at the door ready to welcome you back and tell you I'm sorry for hours, but that was never going to happen.

To sum it all up, the truth is that I love you Ela so much, you and Zofia, you are my only two daughters that a monster like me was lucky and undeserving to have. I am proud of what you have become, and what you have accomplished. It pains me so much that I am writing this letter instead of being able to tell it to you, face to face. There is nothing that I won't give to have you and your sister back with me, to have both you back in my arms, to get back the times when the two of you were only children playing around the house and breaking flower vases. Those were the best years of my life. It's now too late for that, and sadly it's the end of the line for me, but not for you. Stay strong and keep pushing forward moja umiłowana córka. And please accept my apology and please never forget me. To make sure you have a place to stay when you return to Poland I've left you the house in Wroclaw. The key should be inside the envelope along with this letter. It's yours now, Zofia has her own house up north anyway.

Anyway, I'm running out of space on this paper. Just now that I love you so much, and I will never leave your side again. Carry on to victory moja umiłowana Ela.

-Papa

Ela tried and failed to keep herself from crying. All this time she thought her father was the worst of them all, it turns out he was just trying to harden her for what came ahead because he loved her so much. Ela was furious at herself for not realizing it sooner. Maybe it was because of her young, selfish self that always victimized herself.

"I forgive you papa, and I am sorry as well," She said as she cried. "I promise that I'll get better and I will never forget you."

The next few months, Ela had spent earning a little more cash. While she was doing that she was thinking heavily about her father. She would later decide to head back to Poland and enlist in the JW GROM. She then terminated her contract, and her friends in the private military company gave her, as a parting gift, her iconic weapon, the Scorpion Evo 3 A1. The scorpion was a pretty nice gun, Ela was willing to trade the higher damage, longer range, and lower rate of fire of the M4 to being able to pump more 9mm lead into the enemy from a shorter range.

Once Ela was back in Poland she took a couple of days to get settled back in. After a week she went straight to the GROM HQ in Warsaw. Two months later she was in. All of the tests, courses, and training she went through, she all passed in flying colors. Despite her rebellious attitude, the superior officers of GROM decided that it would be a waste to let her go. Before she knew it, she was being deployed.

Ela was first put into the ring of issues in the local area of Poland doing police work and SWAT business. Then she was sent back to the middle east, she was first put into an EOD squad but then she got into the better stuff. Among the GROM Ela had developed an expertise in Countering Threat Networks (CTN). She was sent on multiple missions where she would essentially be dismantling threat networks in hotspots. She was becoming known for doing dirty work cleanly. Then she was sent on a joint operation with the US Navy SEALs where she met her best friend Meghan J. Castellano aka Valkyrie. They were conducting an operation tasked in dismantling an entire major terror network in Syria. It was codenamed Operation: Orange Sky. Orange Sky was almost a flawless success for an operation. The entire network came crumbling down with the leaders all dead and with no civilian casualties as well. Collateral damage was also very minimum. This is how Ela had appeared in Team Rainbow's radar. Her CO gave her a letter coming from the Minister of National Defense. Two days later she was on a plane headed to England. She was really quiet at first but was able to reach out a little thanks to her friend Valkyrie.

And now, here we are back at the present, Ela walking down the street not knowing that in only a few hours, she's going to get the ride of her life.

AN: And that concludes chapter 1 ladies and gentlemen. If you are still reading this then you must be a really good person, thank you.

And I plan on reusing this whole first chapter in another story I might be writing in the distant future.

Anyway, thank you again for sticking with me, and may you have a good day and God bless!