Author Note: Hope you enjoy this. Read and Review. Some scenes may contain insane streaks, so be warned!
---06:08---
Nikolai opened the door to the bar. A few people looked up. Some recognized him and waved. Nikolai went to the barkeeper.
"Jaret!" Nikolai said, hugging him.
"How are you?" The barkeeper replied.
"Fine." Nikolai lowered his voice. "I need a favour."
"Typical Nikolai." Jaret muttered. "Only seeing old friends when necessary."
"I need a private room for some friends." Nikolai hesitated. "Price and MacTavish."
"The wanted men?" Jared asked curiously.
"Ssh!" Nikolai hushed. "Yes, them."
"Ok. I suppose it's the least I can do for you." Jaret said, walking through a door behind the bar. "Guide them to the back door, away from customers."
The door opened Price nervously walked in, looking everywhere. MacTavish crept in after.
"Oh, look at you!" Jaret thumped MacTacish on the back, nearly knocking him down. "War has made you all paranoid! My name is Jaret Haemf. Nice to meet you."
"An old friend." Nikolai explained, almost apologetically.
"I'll show you to your room!" Jaret cheerily exclaimed, running up the stairs.
---06:10---
The guard went into the prisoner's room and dropped off their food. He looked at them; they were both sitting on their beds boredly. He left. As soon as the door clicked shut, they sprang to their feet.
Roach whipped the rug up. Underneath, floorboards were missing. In the small gap between floors was a possible escape route.
Roach gave a thumbs up, and Predator slid into the gap. The floor gave way and he fell through.
The guard ran into the room, gun raised. Roach fell to his knees, hands up.
The guard tutted and looked down the hole.
Predator was sprawled on the kitchen table, face in someone's breakfast. Makarov sat next to him, knife and fork raised, wearing a sour expression and a napkin.
The guard put a hand to his mouth to prevent laughter.
"Perhaps the prisoners want more breakfast?" Makarov suggested, looking at the guard. He dropped his cutlery and draped the napkin on the back of Predator's head before leaving.
---2 Days Later---
---12:25---
Soap had recovered well from his wounds, Soap decided. Soap was currently trying to get in contact with Makarov.
Price and Nikolai were having a game of chess.
"And that's check." Price said, smoothly sliding a knight along.
Suddenly, the windows exploded in a rain of glass, and two SAS soldiers landed in the room. One shot at price, but he used the chessboard as a shield.
"Flash!" Nikolai yelled. Soap and Price got the meaning and covered their eyes. Nikolai's flash grenade blinded the two soldiers, giving Soap a chance to knock them out.
"Don't kill them- the SAS are being mislead." Soap said. He threw himself out of the window. Nikolai vaulted out after him. Price was following just as the door burst open and two more SAS men leapt in, guns blazing.
---12:32---
Jaret darted around, trying to console his customers. They were lined up next to three SAS men.
"Uh… Excuse me? Why are we lined up?" On nervous man asked.
The following discussion with the guards drew everyone's attention but Jaret's.
Jaret saw a woman at the edge of the line moving slightly. Then, in a swift gesture, she slipped a pistol off one man's belt and shot all three guards. Whether the guards died or not Jaret couldn't tell, because the crowd ran around everywhere, panicking and screaming.
The woman grabbed a shotgun and grenades plus other military equipment before kicking the door open and exiting.
Jaret, dazed and scared, grabbed a gun and went through the door, running past the place where the woman was secretly watching.
Another man crept behind.
---12:34---
Nikolai, Price and Soap reached Nikolai's helicopter. Just as Price was boarding, Jaret caught up.
"No one move!" Jaret yelled, dramatically swinging a submachine gun.
"I thought I could trust you." Nikolai growled dangerously. "You betrayed me and that betrayed my friends!"
"My old friend, I regre-" Jaret immediately stopped, eyes bulging, blood staining his jacket. He swayed and fell onto the sand, revealing his killer.
They were one of the SAS, with rough, black hair, wielding a rifle and a sword.
"Some say swords are old fashioned, and I shouldn't be using one." He casually told them, his aim unwaveringly on Soap.
"Ahem." A female voice said, before a woman knocked the man sideways the butt of her shotgun to his face.
"Accepting guests?" She asked, throwing her shotgun at Soap's feet and putting her hands up.
Soap looked at Nikolai. They shrugged in unison.
The mysterious woman, Soap, Nikolai boarded the helicopter and took off before the soldier could stop them.
After checking if the woman had hidden guns to kill them or a tracker or radio to give them away, she was deemed safe.
"I'm Aqua." She said, extending her hand. Soap shook it. "Captain MacTavish, I guess! You know, your wanted most wanted picture doesn't do you any favours."
Price frowned and exchanged a glance with Soap
Aqua was fairly pretty, long black hair, denim jacket. But she had a scar from her mouth along her left cheek. And when Price looked into her eyes, he could tell she had fought some kind of war. Aqua had also brought useful military equipment, and knew how to use it.
"Why'd you help us back there?" Price asked.
"Apart from the fact that they ruined my drink?" Aqua queried. "Well, I cheer for the underdog."
"The 'most wanted' underdogs." Soap muttered, twirling his recently claimed pistol.
"Doesn't bother me." Aqua sighed. "The details of your crime don't really fit either."
"You know some of the details?" Price folded his arms and raised his eyebrows. "If we were still in the military, you'd be being arrested.
Aqua shrugged. "Been there, done that." She slid up her left sleeve, revealing the number '257' tattooed there.
"I had a time in prison, too." Price quietly told her. He didn't like remembering his time in the Gulag.
"Oh god." Soap was hit with realisation. "Those men at the bar could've been people I once worked with."
This was like a slap to Price. "Maybe people I even trained…"
"Did you recognize the last guy? The helmet-less one?" Soap asked.
"No." Price shook his head.
"I did." Said Soap darkly. "And I doubt he was being misled."
"What do you mean?" Aqua was completely confused.
"Sheperd was the betrayer, not us." Price explained.
"And that man, codename Hollow, was one of Sheperd's top men." Soap told them. "He'll kill us in the name of Sheperd.
"What happened to the 141's members after Sheperd stopped the team?" Aqua hesitantly asked.
"Dead." Price croaked, sadness rapidly filling him. "Sheperd made sure of that."
"Some may have survived." Soap whispered putting a hand on Price's soldier. "Even if they're in prison.
"Can we find out?" Aqua eagerly asked.
"What, a breakout?" Soap looked disgusted. Then thoughtful. Then he grinned menacingly.
---12:43---
Hollow was with his troops in the now empty bar. Five were nursing nasty bruises; two had been shot in the leg, one in the chest. Only three men and Hollow had come out ok.
Well, at least no one was dead.
Hollow and four others searched the building.
In MacTavish and Price's room, Hollow found a small military laptop. They had been using to try and contact Makarov.
Hollow sighed at their lowly hacking skills and tapped a few keys. Using their start, he found Makarov's location.
---13:43---
It was one hour before Makarov located the security breach and realised what was going on. By then it was almost too late.
"We're going to be attacked! Everyone, get out!" Makarov yelled. He got the useful data from the computer on a disc and ran for the door.
SAS units poured in from everywhere.
"Twice in one week." The prisoner's guard grumbled, running down the stairs.
As Makarov and plenty of his men got into a van and Anatoly drove them away, the guard confessed he had left the prisoners behind.
Back in the house, Roach was cautiously opening his bedroom/prison-cell's door. A passing man got shot down and Roach took his pistol. The man who had shot him down was an SAS soldier.
Roach paced forwards, gun aimed at the soldier. Another guy stepped from a side room and put a gun to the side of Roach's head.
"You don't look like one of Makarov's men." The man who was holding a gun to Roach's head noted. Roach recognized him from a data file. One of Sheperd's men, Hollow.
Predator entered the room, stopping next to Roach.
"Hiding the truth will get us into more trouble in the long run." Predator whispered to Roach. Then out loud: "I'm Predator. He's Roach. We're from Task Force 141."
"Brave honesty." Hollow commented, as SAS men arrested them.