The wait is over! Finally their first mission! There's a lot about to happen in this chapter, and I was on the edge of my seat with a big ol' grin on my face while writing it. There's a bunch of surprises here too! So just a heads up too, any thing italicized is usually them speaking over the comms.

Enjoy! :D

Special Ops

"Approaching drop zone ETA five minutes." called the PA of the plane. We each took one last breath as one by one we stood from our spot walking over to the other side of the cargo hold of the plane. I picked up Ceadeus that was leaning against a large gray crate, slipping the string over my head so that it sat perfectly diagonal on my back. Roman opened the crate handing a black pack to both Seth and I each. I fumbled with it for a bit as I was trying to remember how it strapped on. My hands shook as I finally got the last one on, feeling slightly uncomfortable as it pressed my weapon into my back.

We were about to jump from this plane. We were gonna jump. I did everything to keep myself from shaking. I paced around constantly running my hand through my hair the only thing I could hear was the clattering of the arrows in the quiver that hung from my belt. I even reached over pulling the small pack off my belt looking inside to make sure I had all my bandages secure. I needed to keep myself busy and off the fact that in less than two minutes we were about to jump out of a plane, and not for training to do so. The slightest mistake could throw everything off, we needed to be precise. The more I thought about the more I cringed.

I closed my eyes collecting my thoughts, I barely heard the announcement of getting there in one more minute. I shut everything out just concentrating on just making the jump. I couldn't even hear Roman and Seth randomly chatting away about the mission details. Although I should have been listening, I really couldn't. I was beginning to feel overwhelmed. The sound of the locks being released on the cargo door of the plane caught my attention. There was no more time to think, there was no more time for nerves.

The sound of scraping metal caused me to cringe as the door slowly lowered revealing the night sky that surrounded us. I felt something get shoved into my hands, I looked down to see it was a mask painted to look like a jaw of a skull. I looked up to see that the other two men had it on covering the entire bottom half of their faces, the elastic band nearly hidden under their long manes. I slipped it on over my head the band gripping the back of my head securing it to my jaw. The cargo door came to a screeching halt and the rush of wind engulfed us as the night time mid-summer breeze swept it's way in sending another shiver down my spine.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as we slowly walked against the wind tunnel the draft created, down the ramp to the open cargo door. I looked down to know that I could barely see the ground. Oh, I was starting to quiver in fear. "Did I mention, I'm suddenly afraid of heights?" I called over the rush of wind through the earpiece. I followed by a nervous chuckle.

"No time for nerves, Dean." I heard Roman's voice over the comms. That didn't make me feel any better. He was used to this, but this was Seth and I's first mission, and speaking of the younger man he seemed awfully calm about all of this. Then again this wasn't exactly the first time he's done this kind of operation either. Sneaking around was his specialty, and I wasn't going to deny he was very good at it.

I was going to give Roman a witty reply but I suddenly felt a couple of hands on my back. Oh shit. I suddenly froze at what was about to happen next. I was going to get Seth back to for this. Without thought or hesitation I felt those hands suddenly push pressure on both sides of my pack and shoved me forward. Before I knew it I was surrounded by nothing but air and the sight of the plane becoming distant rapidly. I was falling, oh god I was falling. "Seth what the hell?!" called Roman probably as shocked as I was. That little Mereian was going to get it when we were done.

"Don't give me that, Roman. He wasn't going to do it." Was that sarcasm in his voice? Why of all times does Seth's playful side have to rear it's head? I looked up to see that two figures were coming into view that had just came from the plane. Finally Seth and Roman had made their jumps.

I flailed and shifted my weight as much as I could to turn away from the plane. The forestry we were supposed to be landing in still not coming into view, and I didn't think that was possible considering my ability. I could feel my heart beating faster threatening to jump out of my chest. This feeling of zero gravity is something I don't think I could ever get used to. My stomach twisted in knots as the thoughts of possibly ending up a pancake began to flood my mind. "Calm down, Ambrose. Your heart rate is skyrocketing." Easy for Orton to say he wasn't the one falling.

I looked to my side to see that somehow Roman and Seth caught up. I caught a glimpse of the younger man's face and could tell he was snickering at me even though the mask. I averted his gaze for now and switched it back to the ground that was steadily coming into view. That made my heart sink into my stomach, and I could have sworn my heart started beating faster which I didn't think was possible. My body suddenly tensed and froze. This was bad, I couldn't even hear Roman's orders and strategies in my ear. I swallowed a huge lump in my throat. "Dean's heart rate is reaching critical." Orton spoke up again.

I felt the sudden rush to my left that Roman was snagged to a slow by his own parachute. I still couldn't move. I felt another body move in close, I could barely bring myself to look at Seth. He reached a gloved hand out for my pack, I watched as he slowly moved for that silver handle that gave off a small glimmer from the moonlight. "It'll be okay, Dean. Just keep that crystal clear eyesight on me." His voice was calming, soothing almost. I watched his other hand reach for his handle as he kept his gaze on me. Large chocolate orbs showing no signs of struggle or fear. "I'll be okay…" he said slowly. He took a firm grip on both handles and pulled them both simultaneously.

I felt a sudden jerk in the rush of wind, as the pressure on my back was shifted to the parachute pushing against my chest. I looked up to see the black chute open wide above my head slowing my fall. I still gripped the straps over my shoulder tight still shaking from everything. As my descent began to slow, I could feel my heartbeat slow with it. I was trying to let out huge deep breaths through the mask, as I realized I was okay. Once again I owe Seth for his caring nature, and his fearlessness.

I could feel myself being able to fill my lungs properly with air as we got closer to the ground. The air around us wasn't as thin anymore and I was no long flailing in a fit of panic. The more the trees came into view the more I could feel my nerves relaxing. I played Seth's words again and again in my head, he really did just have that right touch for making someone so calm. Before I knew it I was getting lost in the trees, but I couldn't bring myself to let go. I lost vision of Roman and Seth, I closed my eyes hoping to be gently brought to the ground. I felt a sudden tug on my harness, and felt myself still hovering there. When I opened my eyes I was mere feet from touching the ground not getting any closer. My chute got caught in a tree. I frowned at my lack of luck this evening has given me.

I hung there for a few minutes trying to collect myself and still trying to make sure my heart wasn't going to jump out of my throat. This was just the jump, we still had the mission to carry on. I slowly inhaled and exhaled as I could still feel my heart trying to slow down. I hadn't noticed it right away but I could see the other two men coming into view, perfectly riding themselves of their chutes landing gracefully on the dirt ground.

They both stifled a laugh seeing me stuck there just looking defeated. I gave them the same frown as I began to flail and shift around trying to reach for that latch on the front. I was still pretty shaken up from the jump and still had a hard time trying to gain my bearings. I watched as Roman reached up finding that small latch and yanked on it causing the front of my pack to open. Not expecting him to help me out the way he did I simply fell the two feet landing right on my stomach. "Ow." was the only thing I managed to get out from this whole ordeal.

I looked up to see that the larger man had a hand held out to me, stormy gray eyes looking bright and excited and I was pretty sure he was smiling through the mask. I reached out and grabbed his hand as he helped me up off the dirt ground. I brushed off some of the dust, small twigs, and dried leaves off the front of my shirt, before stopping at my heart. It was still beating fast but nearly as much as it was. This was such a wild rush, and I hope that we never have to jump like that ever again.

I looked around finally being able to gain my bearings, seeing a bright light on the horizon through the trees. That had to be where the base was located. I motioned for Seth and Roman to follow before taking off towards the bright lights. I tried to keep a decent pace, fast enough to show urgency, but slow enough to not draw any attentions. The lights grew closer, and the base slowly came into view. We came to a halt spotting a large near by tree with thick branches. We kept our pace slow to sneak around to take refuge behind the tree.

I poked my head around observing the surroundings. It was just as Orton's scout described. It was a lot smaller than what I was used to seeing. A large building in the center, that looked to be about three stories each floor getting small as they went up. Of course the building was surrounded by thick concrete wall with barbed wire at the top. The wall facing us as well as the walls to the east and west had steel gates, each with a guard tower that had two spotlights each. The top of each tower had two guards armed with sniper rifles, that didn't make me feel good at all. I reached up grabbing the branch on the tree closest to me and hoisting myself up onto the thick branch to get a better look around.

"What do you see?" asked Roman no higher than a whisper. I reached down to the quiver hanging from my belt, unzipping the cylinder pouch unveiling the bundle of carbon fiber arrows. I reached behind me slipping Ceadeus over my head, carefully shoving my arm forward and it's lights glowing red.

"Colonel Orton's scout lied to us. He said there were two on the west patrol. I only see one," I said with a cocky painted on my face carefully pulling out one of those black arrows. I lined it up carefully taking aim, at one of the guards to the on the left.

"Dean I clearly see two-" I pulled back the string and releasing at the precise time as one of the guards turned the corner. The last thing I saw leave my sight was the neon green colored feathers on the end sailing off towards it's destination. I watched as the arrow hit it's mark sticking right into the jugular of the intended target. "I should have known," finished Seth clearly not expecting my actions.

I jumped down from the tree grinning in triumph. I patted the smaller man on the back, "You're on, Seth." He tightened his gloves, and ran a hand through his hair. I pointed to the guard tower closest to us, and gave me a nod. I watched him disappear from sight probably headed for his destination.

Roman and I waited patiently, as I kept my eye on the top of that guard tower. After a few long minutes I was suddenly taken back as one of the guards at the top was jerked back and his rifle yanked from out of his hands. I watched him keel over holding his gut, no doubt to one of Seth's patient knee strikes, as I then watched the butt of that rifle get swung around getting the other guard clean across the jaw. I continued to watch wincing at all the harden strikes that was made with the rifle as it was brought down on one of the necks of the guards, as the other one came to regain himself I watched his head bounce right off that concrete wall. He slowly slid down as his consciousness faded.

I waited for Seth to fade into visibility again, when he did he waved his arm to beckon us over signaling that the coast was clear. I pulled more more arrow from my quiver shooting the other camouflaged guard coming around the corner to the left that was about to discover a dead body. I watched as that arrow made it's way into another jugular. This rush and this feeling of excitement, was something new entirely. As a medic I should be feeling this way after having already killed two men, but as someone who lives off that rush, I couldn't help myself. I let Roman lead the way down the small incline as we made our way to the metal gate that began to open slowly, as Seth climbed down the hard way down the tower.

With the larger man talking point he led us around keeping ourselves up against the wall. If it's anyone knew these facilities it was him. We made our way to the west gate as that was the side we had cleared out the patrolling guards. It was surprising to see that this facility had such low security, and it was probably a reason why the High General had this base on low priority. Just by the patterns of the security, there was probably also a shortage of staffing, after all the soldiers here were just occupants from Leviathan. But I couldn't forget that they were here due to Orton's suspect rogue agent.

Carefully we made our way to another one of the guard towers weaving our way around the spotlights, Seth of course avoided them just by going invisible, and soon we found ourselves up against the building. We were headed towards the back door and were coming around the corner when I grabbed Roman by the arm. I heard three around the corner, and signaled to the larger man that they were there. The two of us switched placed, as I grabbed Ceadeus once more. I took another arrow shooting it carefully to stick into the wall.

I watched as one of the soldiers confused walked up to inspect the wayward object, confused. I turned around and gave Roman the queue. With no hesitation the big guy charged forward grabbing the guard by his jacket with one arm and haphazardly tossed him behind him. That was the queue for Seth and I to jump around the corner. Flipping the switch on the handle changed the bow back into the staff as I nailed the first guy in the jaw with one of the ends. The smaller man decided to use me as a springboard as I felt him leap off my shoulder nailing the next one in the side of the head with another knee.

I used the other end of my weapon to drive it into his shin to bring him down to one knee. I spun Ceadeus around to nail him in the side of the head. I watched him slowly fall over, and turned my attentions to Roman who was still tossing around the other guard like a ragdoll until he faded out of consciousness as well. Once Seth was done with his guard, the larger man picked up the three guards, one in each arm and the other over his shoulder dragging them to a secluded corner. We had a small window before they woke up, we needed to work quickly to find the rogue agent.

We turned our attentions to the target door. We awaited the slow countdown from our team leader. I took a firm grasp of Ceadeus and Seth pulled out one of his silver handguns. "Once I break this down, they're going to know we're here. Stay alert, stay close." Roman reached up when Seth suddenly reached up and placed a hand over his. He looked at the younger man bewildered.

"I have an idea. There may be a chance we can be bought more time." I watched him reach up with his open hand on his ear piece. "Orton, is there a way we could scramble their systems? To give us a little more time."

The Lieutenant Colonel turned to Seth for a moment, with an eyebrow raised. "How do you know about a scrambler?" I was pretty surprised myself, but then again there was probably a lot of things the ex-assassin knew that we didn't. He was an infiltration expert after all. If I recalled a scrambler was some sort of temporary computer virus meant to mess with the system for a few minutes, usually can be whipped up in a few minutes depending on the programer. Pretty good idea from Seth's end, he seemed to be full of them, with the exception of pushing me out the plane. (I may only be slightly bitter from that.)

Seth simply gave him a smug smile, "I've worked with some interesting clients in Astros, most of them were hackers." I almost envied the younger man. It seemed like his work took him to some interesting places and got him to meet interesting people. With the exception of the good doctor, I hardly remember any of the clients that hired me. I tried not to since most of them were pretentious and loved to remind me again and again that I was from the street.

There was a long pause over the line. Was Orton ignoring us, or was he trying to answer Seth's question? After a few long minutes the Colonel finally gave us an answer. "I've never thought of doing one before, but it shouldn't be hard. I'll get one of my men on that. If they haven't taken complete control of the systems, there's a chance we might be able to get in." There was yet another long pause from Orton's end. We waited until once again for the Colonel's decision. The silence was long, awkward, was making us anxious until finally he reappeared back on the other line. "Get ready, you'll only have a small window. But you'll like it."

I almost forgot that Orton was sitting back at the Pegasus station in a huge control room surrounded by a bunch of computer nerds. But it was a relief to know that the man on the other end was watching our every vital sign and being the one to keep in constant communications with us. Even growing up in Atlas, some of the advancements in technology we had could be a bit of a pipedream, but that may have been why the Alliance kept the best ones for themselves. Some of the stuff I've seen since the research facility, I don't think the public would even be ready for.

After Orton turned off his end we heard another message coming through. It was probably the scrambler in the form of morse code. If I recalled from the courses I recognized the message, we simply just grinned at the Colonel's message for our enemies.

Sierra

Hotel

India

Echo

Lima

Delta

We looked up at suddenly as the lights on the nearest tower had been shut off and the guards at the top suddenly panicking. I placed my ear on the door to hear if anything. There was a lot of obscenities being thrown about, and foot steps scattered everywhere it was hard to tell how many were just beyond the door. Suddenly the footsteps stopped and I heard the clicking of guns just on the other side. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I gave the signal to the the other two letting them know there were men on the other side.

Seth and I stood back to give the older man some room. I readied an arrow as the smaller man replaced his guns with his extendable weapons. He flipped the switch on them extending the metal bar. He took a low stance with one arm held close in a defensive position and held the other underneath it. Seth looked still, poised, and ready to strike. I'd never seen his combat abilities outside of our usual sparring matches so being able to fight next to him when he's at his best felt like it was going to be something unbelieveable.

I watched as Roman took a deep breath. With a loud battle cry he roared kicking that solid metal door back sending it flying as it crashed into the wall knocking two guards with it, revealing a long gray colored hallway only illuminated with a small red light from the wall where the door crashed into. I watched one guard raise it's rifle taking aim at the older man, so I took aim at him first sending an arrow into his shoulder. I ran in driving the end of Ceadeus into his temple rending him out cold.

Seth followed in leaping at and tackling the last guard to the ground. He threw the smaller man off of him and began to stand when the former assassin drove his fist into his gut and followed by swinging one of his batons into the side of his head. I cringed a little as his back slowly slid down against the wall and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Seth stood there looking like he wasn't even feeling the slightest amount of remorse. I quickly turned to see that there was another guard about to jump into the frame of the door that was no longer hinged there. I raised my bow ready to shoot another arrow when I watched him catch a bullet in his gut. I stood there surprised slowly turning towards my partner who had the gun held high aimed at the guard. My hands shot up to my ears as he shot two more times.

Never had I seen such a soulless look in someone before. I've seen Seth get angry when he didn't get the answers he demanded, but this look was something entirely. Even Roman was taken back the ruthlessness shown in the younger man. There was also no doubt the gunshots probably attracted a lot of attention. I watched him pull the gun back staring intently at the engraved letters with his name on it. He stood there frozen in place as if he was recollecting and reminding himself that he was Seth Rollins, not Tyler Black. But that was another can of worms I didn't want to even think about being opened, especially after seeing this display and being this deep in enemy territory.

I looked back up towards the fork in the hall where Roman was still standing. "More coming, three on the left." The older man nodded and picked up that heavy, and quite reinforced steel door with one arm. He blocked the incoming bullets that was headed his way with the door as Seth and I darted around the corner to take out the last two headed for him. I heard some more loud screams coming from behind me as I once against watched as the raven haired man threw around the camouflaged goons like they were dolls. Screw calling him the big guy, he was more of an oversized dog with the way he was tossing them around.

I winced quickly shooting up a hand where I felt a sharp pain in my bicep. I looked over to see a large deep cut where I had been grazed by a bullet. I watched as blood slowly dripped down from the newly formed wound. Where most doctors would be horrified to see their own blood, I had seen enough of my own to know that it released some inner demons of my own. I watched as the one that shot me started taking aim for Seth who was distracted with his own enemy. Oh, was it a sad day to be that guy.

With only blood in my eyes I dashed for the guy slamming the upper end of Ceadeus into his chest and dragging his body up against the wall. With that same bloodied arm I decided to elbow him in the jaw and brought a knee up into his gut. I brought the other end of my weapon into his shoulder bringing him down to the ground and just for insult to injury I drove the end of my staff into his back.

"One more minute till their systems reboot." spoke up Orton on the other end, giving us the warning that our window was closing. Roman gave a loud whistle to catch our attentions signaling to us it was time to follow him. We needed to find Orton's rogue agent and fast, and now we were pressed for more time. We ran down the hall letting the big dog kick down every door that stood in his path, and I do mean his path.

Being able to fight next to Roman like this was also something else, and it went to show why he had the composure he did. Because of his strength and his fear of hurting his allies with it, I never seen him train with the others. Most of the time it was only Seth and I doing the training exercises together while he stood back and watched. The older man always seemed to wear a smile on his face most of the time seeing the positives in most things. This Roman Reigns however, every single punch he threw, every door he kicked down, was met with some sort of roar or scream. I knew he had a warlike degree with him, but I never had expected this. The Lieutenant Colonel was a prime example of the old saying: "Demons run when a good man goes to war." He left his superiors in awe, his peers in shock, and his enemies quaking in fear.

We made our way up a couple flights of stairs to find ourselves in a series of more long gray colored hallways. Roman yet again kicked down another reinforced door running into a hallway similar to the one we started in. We could only go left or right. I pointed to the right hearing more guards coming, just as the lights began to flicker back on. The hold the scrambler had on their systems was over and now they had the advantage again while we sat in the middle of their territory.

More men had their guns raised as Roman lifted that door effortlessly, to block their bullets. I managed to catch one with an arrow before they opened fire. Seth and I hid behind the large man carefully picking off the ones we could with guns and bow in hand. The sounds of something clicking quickly caught my attention as I watched a metal blast door start to close from over head.

"We gotta move!" I shouted to the two of them. Roman tossed the door at the guards to sort that mess out, as we bolted for the closing door. It would have shut in our faces if the big guy didn't grab the bottom of it and forced it back open with that god-like strength. Once Seth and I were through he was the last to go through slamming the door back down as hard as he could, bending up the locks.

We came to a door at the end of the hallway that was different from the others we had seen. It wasn't steel or reinforced. It was just made of wood, looking like a regular old office door. I placed a hand on the door and jiggled the handle, to my surprise it wasn't locked so there was a chance that our target may not even be there. But there wasn't much else where we could go, on that other side of the steel blast door was an army waiting for us.

I kept that hand on the door as Seth had both guns in hand. I quickly flung open the door to see that there was indeed someone still here. He had short light brown hair styled to spike up some, and hazel eyes that only spared us a glance before going back to focusing on the cup of coffee he had been siping. He wore the same forest camouflage gear the other guards had been wearing and it even had the Alliance's symbol on the sleeves. He leaned back in the chair he sat in with his feet propped on the desk looking like this was all normal for him. There was a barely a twitch in his posture like he knew this was eventually going to happen.

I took point in the center of the room with Seth on his left guns at the ready and Roman to his right. He put that cup of coffee down picking up a pair of sunglasses in it's place placing them neatly on his face. The target leaned back in his chair with hands behind his head, his smug expression never changing. "Lorken? Bristol?" he asked us.

"Orton actually," I answered him knowing where he was going with his line of questioning. I slammed both my hands on his desk looking at him dead in the eye. I knew what I wanted to ask and I probably wasn't going to get the answer I sought but it was worth a try. "Did you cause the sabotage? Were you the one that tried to kill Orton?"

He started with a mocking laugh before looking at me lowering his sunglasses some that that he could meet my eyes with his hazel ones. "You already know the answer to that. But since you're asking, then yes...yes I was the one that tried to kill Orton. My instructions were to kill him, and then try and pin the blame on your little buddy Rollins.

Seth took a step closer to him still keeping those shiny guns pointed at him, "Lorken!" he suddenly shouted. Oh dear that wasn't good, Roman didn't know about that accusation. My gaze shifted over to the raven haired man who looked like who looked like he was about to blow a lid. This wasn't good. We were here to bring back Mizanin back to Pegasus for questioning, and now it only seemed to cause disorder among us. I watched as Seth's hands began to shake being caught between calming Roman and keeping the rogue at bay.

"I was paid a lot of money to deceive your superiors and get you three and Doctor Ambrose's research to Luna. Lorken underestimated Orton, he tends to do that. Just look what happened to Styles." He shot a cocky grin as he slowly moved his sight over to Roman, "But that's a sensitive subject isn't it?" That last string of restraint that Orton talked about...yeah it snapped. All that was painted on Roman's face was pure rage, and a man who looked like he's lost everything. He raised his large arms looking like he was about to rip off Mizanin's head until I heard another gunshot go off.

"What the hell?!" I screamed at Seth running to now nurse Roman's aid to help his new fresh bullet wound. I've never dealt this this much blood before, and the big guy was losing it fast. My mind was started to tear up trying to process why Seth shot Roman! I rushed for the pack on my belt reaching for the bandages and gauze, trying to remain calm and work fast. I'd deal with Seth later but I needed to get this bleeding to stop. I kept my focus on cleaning and wrapping the wound since Seth had the rogue agent handled.

"You know I heard the rumors, but I didn't think they were true. The mighty Lieutenant Colonel Roman Reigns did choose a couple of loose cannons. An assassin from Wyndmere, of all places, and an Atlean street whore that is somehow educated enough in medicine." I gritted my teeth as he threw my background back in my face like he knew what I went through. He knew nothing!

Roman reached up rubbing my arm trying to get my attention, trying to calm me down. He knew I was frantic and my head in a mess. He pulled himself up on his good arm just smiling. How could he smiling at a time like this!? He was bleeding profusely due to no small part on Seth. I just didn't understand anything that was happening right now. "Seth did us a favor. This is for our own good." Now I was just even more confused. If anything he should be the most pissed off, and yet he saw something in Seth's actions I clearly didn't. If he wasn't going to be mad at Seth than it was going to be hard for me to be as well.

"Who's the Clairvoyant?" I heard the click of Seth's gun, only to see he had it pointed at Mizanin's head. The cocky bastard just sat there still wearing a grin. He was being held at gunpoint and looked unchanged since we barged into the room. "The night of Orton's assassination attempt, I followed some soldiers to some run down bar in Pegasus. The talked about him like he was some sort higher power, I paid it no mind. But then when Lorken tried to condemn me, I started spying on his conversations...he spoke of him a lot." I watched Seth press that gun into his head more. "Who is he?"

Mizanin held his hands up looking defeated. He was pretty sure his future was bleak at this point so might as well draw this out as much as he could. Sadly, he was dealing with Seth who really didn't take too kindly to that, his bloodthirsty side showing once more. I'd seen that look on the two-toned man's face to know that you didn't hide anything from him. It was no different as it had been in the past, he wanted answers and he wanted them now. "Alright, alright...why is Special Ops always so pushy? If I recall from what Lorken told me…" There was an extremely long pause between his words that caused Seth to push that gun into his head even harder causing his head to tilt to the side. "The Clairvoyant is the original." Frustrated the ex-assassin raised that gun and finally knocked him on the side of the head causing Mizanin to fall out of the chair onto the floor unconscious.

I sighed in relief as finally I got Roman's wound wrapped and he began to pull himself to his feet with his good arm. He stuck his hand out to Seth still wearing that charming smile. I don't think I could ever smile at someone who shot at me but I guess that just went to show how much better of a person the big dog was than I was. "Thanks Seth, because I couldn't control myself we nearly lost the only piece of evidence we have." It suddenly made sense to me. Seth shot Roman because he was about to kill that hazel eyed pile of crap.

Seth pulled out a small disc from one of the pockets on his harness pushing down on the center. The center started blinking with a red light as it started beeping. He smashed a window with one of his batons before throwing it out the window. After a few seconds of waiting Orton's voice was heard from the other side of the comm. "Extraction confirmed, ETA two minutes. Was the mission a success?"

"We have Mizanin, and evidence against Lorken," responded Seth to the Colonel's question. There was still so much to take in from this mission. We now had to explain baldy's accusation again Seth, and why we kept it from Roman. Seth sighed as he lowered his hand from his earpiece, leaning his back against the wall. He used that same hand to reach for his mask pulling it over his face so it sat on his head. He looked tired, and I think that went for all of us.

Roman did the same as Seth with his mask taking a seat on the desk. "Once the Alliance arrives, Leviathan should scatter. We have their leader, so there's no reason for them to stay less they want to end up in prison," he explained rubbing the spot just below his arm where he was shot. I noticed he and Seth were looking out the window just on the horizon. The sky began to become tinted with hints of orange with the dark blue sky.

I felt exhaustion cast over me, my body grew light. To keep myself from falling over, I pressed a hand on the desk to keep myself from falling. I felt overwhelmed, now I know how Seth after our first stunt in Astros. This was something they were used to that I had never done. All the energy, all the adrenaline, I didn't realize just how tired I made myself. This was going to take some time getting used to.

I looked at the expressions on Seth and Roman's faces to see if I could get a read on their thoughts. Both had that look that said they weren't ready to let this go. Just what was the original? I heard the sound of a helicopter coming in close, meaning our extraction was here. Even though Mizanin exposed Lorken's plan, that still didn't mean we didn't have our own questions. The Brigadier General had all the answers...just what was the original?

That is a lot to take in from this chapter, and this was actually planned to be longer. So what do you guys think of their first mission, I admit action scenes are still a bit of a weak point but I'm trying my best. I had originally planed for another character to play the rogue agent, but I changed it to the Miz, just because I could just see all his smug looks in my head being perfect for the character.

~CrisisExceed