Chapter 7: Inception and Rescue
Mexico City, Mexico
September 7th, 2008
11:05 P.M
The two guards didn't have time to say anything. Two bullets through the brain took care of that.
"Damn, that was close" Sighed Ranma, slouching on the wall. He allowed himself a minute of rest, and then began to slink down the corridor again, even more carefully this time. It was lucky no-one had heard him. Hopefully, his luck would last a bit more, in time to finish his mission.
"Okay Ranma, just another few yards" said William Redding "Be careful, there might be more guards"
"No problem, I'll be as careful as can be" Ranma replied. In no time at all, Ranma was at the door to the mainframe. Opening the door just a crack, he could spot two guards shuffling around the waist-high mainframe servers. Stealthily, Ranma entered through the entrance and immediately ducked behind one of the servers. Thank goodness these were fresh guards, or their eyes would've been able to see him in the murky dark. Sliding his knife out of its pocket, Ranma waited until a guard was right in front of him. Jumping up, Ranma stabbed him in the heart. The other guard was able to hear it and ran to the alarm button. With a flick of his wrist, Ranma sent the knife flying through the air. It landed into the back of the guard's head with a slight thunk. The guard crashed into the wall and slid down, leaving a trail of crimson blood on the wall. Walking over to the body, Ranma pulled out his knife and cleaned it on the guard's shorts. Turning quickly to a keyboard by a keyboard, he began typing into it. His fingers began moving in a blur of motion and in 2 minutes, Ranma had copied every file of every transaction ever done by this bank.
"Nice job, Ranma. Now get out of there" Lambert said after the uplink of the data
"You don't hear me complaining" And Ranma left the bank through the path from which he came
NSA headquarters, Level 3, main control room
Fort George G. Meade, Maryland
September 13th, 2008
9:37 A.M
"So, what have you got for me now?" Asked Ranma to the small group of people huddled around a screen
"Well, there's been some serious shit going on between the Iran and Iraq. Seems that they've finally decided to screw us and go at each other's throats" answered Horace Winbermly, a new hire at command
"Well, as Winbermly so eloquently said, a contingent of Iranian forces swept across the border and captured the president. They've taken defensive positions around the state capital, with anti-aircraft batteries, tanks, and the whole shazam" added William Redding
"Let me guess. You want me to get in there and take the president back, right?"
"Dead on the spot, kiddo" said Anna Grimsdóttir, walking up and ruffling his hair affectingly
"Urgh! I hate it when you do that!" said Ranma. Of course, he was the youngest person there and was usually treated by the other technicians as a kid, but Anna had always been warm towards him, a sort of mother figure. There were always rumors of the relationship between the two, that it was physical, but it was all untrue. Well, Ranma punched the man who spread the rumor, breaking 2 ribs and his legs. After that, no one spread a rumor about the two's relationship again
Lambert strode in from the meeting room
"Ranma, I want you packed in 20 minutes! We gotta get you out of here on the next osprey as quick as possible to rescue the president. God knows what those Iranians are planning to do to him."
And with that, Ranma was gone, quick as a flash to his quarters. In 15 minutes, Ranma strode out, fully clothed in his black bodysuit, carrying a black plastic case with his equipment
"Ready when you are" He said to Lambert
C-130 carrier "Osprey", above Iraqian capital
September 14th, 2008
2:23 A.M
"Are you ready for this?" asked the pilot, his voice echoing from the front of the plane
Ranma flipped him a thumbs up and adjusted his parachute straps
"We're dropping you in a minute!" The pilot shouted
"Got it!" Ranma shouted back
Ranma breathed deeply. He had jumped from airplanes before, many times, in preparation for this. But this was not a simulation. He would be jumping into enemy territory, perhaps landing in the midst of a firefight or one of their MTCC (Mobile Tactical Command Center) and it would be dangerous. But any mission was in this job. Flipping on his goggles, he once again readied himself
A loud, deep blaring noise began, with red flashes illuminating the entire cargo area. Ranma grabbed onto one of the handholds and held on. Then, the doors suddenly opened with a great sound and the entire capital was spread before him, like a canvas, dotted with flashes of bright yellow and dull orange. The city was literally being burnt to the ground and Ranma felt sorry for the poor saps that were still defending the city.
Ranma let go
He was flying, beautifully flying, high above the devastation below. The air whistled like a crowd of banshees.
"Ranma, open your parachute...now!" Yelled Redding into his ear
With a great whoosh he was pulled back as his canopy unfolded.
The world went silent, except for the occasionally explosion. Ranma aimed for the top of the government building, slowly descending from the sky. He landed and skidded, his canopy catching some of the potent desert wind, pulling him forward. Ranma quickly pulled out his knife and cut the ropes, catching the canopy at the last second, as to not show his enemies that he was on their rooftop. He had been undetected. The roof was bare besides a vent exhaust. Ranma saw his way in
Inside exhaust vent, Iraqian capital building
September 14th, 2008
2:47 A.M
The inside of the vent was cramped, to say the least. A ghostly green darkness showed ahead, Ranma's NV goggles illuminating the illuminated. He began to crawl forward.
It was slow work, forcing himself through the tight spaces of the vent. A few times, Ranma got stuck, but stayed cool, for a single shout would direct a hail of gunfire to him.
Voices began to echo through the vent as Ranma neared a grille
"What do we do about the president?" said a voice
"Keep the guards outside the doors; I will take care of him!" Answered another, gruffer voice
That did not sound good
"Lambert, their going to kill the president" Ranma whispered
"Yeah, we heard. Get over there as quick as you can! The vent your in should lead to the president's office!"
Needless to say, Ranma picked up the tempo and found himself at the president's grille in no time at all.
"Hello, Mr. President" the terrorist said softly
"If you are going to kill me, I insist you do it know" The president spat back
Wow, thought Ranma, what a brave fuck
"Don't worry; I enjoy my time with people like you"
Without a sound, Ranma popped the grille of and let the upper half of his body out of the vent. He aimed his pistol squarely at the terrorist's head
"Now, I'm going to kill you. And I will enjoy it" the terrorist leered
Ranma pulled the trigger. A beautiful shot, it hit the brain stem, causing instant death. One moment he was talking; the next, he was dead. No one had heard a thing. Ranma slid out of the vent and faced the president. He hadn't batted a single eyebrow when his would-be killer was shot right in front of him. He did not blink now
"So, you're here to save me?" He reluctantly asked
"Yes and we better it quick" Answered Ranma
"All right, then. Let us depart"
There was a slight click as the president opened a secret drawer and pulled out a desert eagle.
"Don't worry though, I would've been fine"
And with that, they departed
Well, here we are again, after another chapter of Splinter Ranma. I hope you've enjoyed it. Till next chapter sees us together again, Excelsior!!
Notes:
1. Yes, this is an OCC. There will be no showy martial arts moves or the like. Ranma in not allowed to use them in the professional world of being a Splinter, so please stop bugging me about it
2. Next chapter will come soon. I promise
3. Metal Gear Solid 4 rules. Go play it. Right now
