A Nautilus Production.

By Capt. Nemo

Hey everybody, been a long time since I last updated. I needed to concentrate on a few other things like school and work. As you may notice, I have been writing of stories. I have been using the opportunity to improve how I write. I think that you'll notice with in this chapter.

As for my updates, I am now in college with, and have a lot more free time to write, thus all the other stories that have been written and will be continued. I must warn you though, I might start to update once a month, or try to anyway, but I wont always have one for this story. I'll try and get a chapter out for this every other month so please be patient. I have had to rework my story line since I forgot most of it and lost the parts that I did write down in a computer crash. There will be some major corrections coming out soon as I am doing some editing on the chapters that are already out.

On another note, I am adding several characters based on my reviewers. I know nothing about this person, but they left me one of the most informative reviews that I have ever gotten. Part of the name is made up.

Anyway, I don't own this.

On with the story.

Rainbow Six.

Chapter 10. Training and introductions.

It was like a roller coaster ride like no other. Screaming over the trees at over 100 miles per hour at a very low altitude made it seem like they where going over 200. The black hawk helicopter was responding to the commands given to it from it's pilot smoothly. Entering into a grace full turn, the helicopter banked at a very shallow angel. The target was getting closer now. The soldiers in the back where tense, those that said other wise where lying, and there was no room for lying in this arena. Three groups of twelve where being put through the ropes, proving that they had the training to be apart of the unit.

This group was different then the others as this was the only group with a woman. Her short brunette hair was tucked under her helmet with only the back peaking out from underneath, she claimed the it made her helmet ride better. Her soft features made her stand out among the men that she was seated amongst. She was short, she admitted, standing only 5'6". Some would say that she was over weight when they first saw her weight, but changed their opinion quickly when they saw her. She was lean, not bulky, with very little fat on, and the fat that was there was supposed to be there. Looking at her one would see a pair of delicate green eyes above a pair of rosy cheeks, with a small nose in the center. One would wonder what she was doing in a place like this wearing almost 30 pounds of gear and dressed to kill. Her name tag read Grant.

The helicopter was making it final approach now and had gain a little altitude to allow for the ropes. This would be a fast rope insertion, or so they thought. One thing that the crew chief had done was make sure that everyone was strapped in, the reason why was soon evident. The pilot pressed down lightly on the left rudder pedal, the results where instant.

Everyone in the back of the helicopter was flung to the sides of the helicopter as it entered into a spin with the crew chief shout for crash positions. They had just been thrown a curve ball. Gripping their seats, the group held on while the helicopter spiraled like it was out of control. It wasn't long before the ground started to get close. In an instant the pilot straitened out and landed, not at their intended landing sight, but about half a mile from it. Everybody in the back got out of the helicopter as fast as they could. Before they could get very far, the tree line erupted in fire. Wearing MILES gear, they started to fight back.

Seeing an opportunity, one of the troops jumped back into the helicopter and maned the machine gun that was mounted in the door. It wasn't long before a torrent of fire could be heard. The shooting soon stopped. Only two of the team had been 'killed' with their alarms going off. After a quick decision, the team started to move towards the target building. It may only be training, but they where going to pass this test. They where treating the test as they would a real life senario. It wasn't long before they got to the target. The target was a gray building with several guards around it. Grant quickly called together a team meeting and laid out a quick plan, it wasn't neat or anything, but it was something that they understood and could pull off, there would be two groups for the assault. One would lay down suppressing fire while the other ran up to the building and entered threw one of the doors. After securing part of the first floor, the rest of the team would follow. They had to move fast, time was against them.

After moving into position, the two groups got ready for their assault. The entry team didn't have to wait long for the support team to begin their fire. the support team was firing on another side of the building to try and draw the terrorist to thee other side of the building. The assault team where up and running toward the door. Not stopping to place explosives on the door, the man in the lead simply threw his weight against it. Falling to the ground he rolled out of the way as the rest of the team entered. Grant was the next into the building, moving past the man on the ground, she made sure that the room was secure before moving on. There was no time waste, they had to clear part of the first of the floor for the rest of the team before moving onto the second floor where the hostages were located. The rest of the team followed right behind her. Entering the next room she saw one of the 'terrorist' raising a gun at her, she was faster in the draw and put three simulated bullets threw his head. Moving on, she lead the team as they approached the side of the building that the four members of the support team were on. Waving them in, they quickly assaulted the stairs.

Once on the second floor, they rushed into the room where the 'hostages' were being held. Waiting for a second for the team to gather, four of the members gathered on the other side of the door. All of a sudden one of the larger team members, the one who had slammed into the door, kicked in the door. Once again Grant went in first, gun up and looking for targets. Seeing a group of people in the corner, she quickly scanned the rest of the room while moving farther in, checking for targets. Seeing none, she signaled four members to search the next room. Staying with the hostages, she continued to scan the room. Hearing a few more shots, she knew that they had this one in the bag, that was until she felt something hit her in the side, knocking her into the wall. Hearing several shouts and shouts, she hoped that the rest of the team had gotten the target. The only thing that she could do was lay there as her beeper had gone off telling her that she dead. It wasn't long before they heard the all clear.

"What the hell hit me," Grant asked as she got up off the floor.

"That would be me," One of the 'terrorists' said. He stood a little taller then her a spoke with an eastern accent, possibly Japanese. Pulling off the mask he wearing, she found her self looking into the deepest blue eyes that she had ever seen.

"What the hell did you hit me with, and how come I didn't see you when I searched the room?"

"That's because, you didn't search the whole room," the man said. He then pointed up toward the ceiling. "You have to learn to check everywhere. Sometimes you may run into a bad guy who can do things that will boggle your mind. As to what I hit you with, it was nothing but a kick." He then turned around and left the room.

"I can't believe it," the large soldier said as he entered the room. "They set it up so that we would fail."

"I know what you mean. The no win situation," Grant responded.

"Well, we got two days off, want to go get a beer after the debriefing?"

"Sure, David, why not." With that Grant and James left the room.

Office.

"Well, what do you think of the new people," Clark asked. "Who do you think should stay and who should go? Ranma, what do think on the way they moved?"

Ranma was sitting at one of the small desks in the room. "I think the Girl, Grant, and the big guy, Axelard. They both have the ability to think on their feet as well as move. From his file it says that when he was younger, Axelard took ballet, that has helped him a lot. As for Grant, she's got a natural grace about her, she knows what she can do. She hasn't reached her full potential yet, neither of them have, but they are close." Clack had come to take Ranma's word on things like this as gold. From the stories that he had heard and seen, there was no doubt as to his judgement.

"Okay, Chavez, your opinion on the group?"

"I would have to agree with Ranma on this one." Chavez responded. "The plan that Natalie came up with on the fly worked, even took us by surprise. We had no clue that they would have separated their forces like that. That big guy, James Axelard, lets just say that was an interesting way of knocking a door down with out explosives."

"So Natalie and Axelard, those are the final two?" Clark asked the gathered men. Those that where gathered where part of the final review board. Several team members had been picked out of a hat to help with the selection process. It was unorthodox, but Clark wanted part of the team to be in on the final decision. Everyone was in agreement on the final list. After the paperwork was finished, they all decided to head down to the pub for a drink.

Paris, a café.

It was late in the day when he meet his contact. He had wanted certain things to happen that where not happening. That despicable group of murderers parading around soldiers was still alive. They deserved everything that he could do to them. Seeing the man that he was supposed to meet at a table, he walked up to him and sat down. "Why isn't England burning like you promised?"

"It takes time to organize these things," The man replied. "You are a business man, you no nothing of caring out operations."

"Then tell me what I can do, teach me."

"I'm sorry, but I can not," the contact replied. "The less people that know what is going on, the more secure it is."

"Surly you can tell me something?"

"Just watch the news and keep your head down. That is the best advice I can offer you at this time," The contact replied as he got up from the table. "I have other things to take care of." With that, the man was left alone at the table with his thoughts.

Saotome House.

It late when Ranma got home. He was a little buzzed from drinking, but not enough to really effect him. Seeing that Akane was busy in the kitchen, he decided to take a shower and then relax in the tub. It wasn't like the furo back at the dojo, but it served it purpose. Hearing the call of dinner from down stairs, he dried off and went down stairs to eat.

"Long day to day," Akane asked as he entered the dining room.

"Long enough," Ranma replied. He couldn't tell her anything that was classified as much of rainbow was. Of course she knew what they did, as did all of the wives of the group. She never asked for any classified information, as her husband would never tell her anything like that. "Some of them have a lot of potential, two of them stand out the though. I take it your already have the room already planned out?" Once Akane had gotten out of the hospital, she had flung herself into the task of planning the babies room. She had gotten some help from her sisters and the Saotomes on what to do. Even though they had left the week before, she missed them.

"Mostly, I'm waiting to find out of it's a boy or girl first. And don't even start thinking about training trips."

"I wasn't," Ranma defended himself. "Besides, how am I going to get leave to take a trip like that?"

"You would, I know you," Akane replied. "Maybe some weekend trips later on, but nothing more then that."

"Okay, weekend trips only."

Classroom, a couple of days later.

It looked like a standard class room, which in fact it was, the difference was that this class was about dealing death. Today though, it was being used for a different purpose. Everybody that had been selected to try out for the Rainbow team was in the room. Today was the day that they had been waiting for, when they found out who had been chosen to be on the team. John Clark sat at the table at the head of the group. In his hand was a list of names, the names of those that had been chosen. Standing up, he walked over to the podium that stood off to the side. The room got very quite as he made the short journey.

"You folks have done a great job these past few days, and all of you should be proud of what you have done here. As you now there are only several slots that need to be filed. Let me tell you now that the competition for those slots has been tough. Many of you have smelled the smoke before, you have seen your friends killed. You have all had great teachers that forged you into what you are today, you have also had bad teachers that taught you how to endure. Those that have been chosen have proven themselves to be the best of the best. That does not take away form those that have not been chosen

"Some of you who have not been chosen here will go back to teach the next generation, others will go back to the front line. One of you may end up teaching the one to takes my position. The fact remains that we can not keep the best for ourselves, if we did, there would be nobody to be the teachers and mentors that we had in training. Those that you train will look up to you, they will learn from the experience that you learned the hard way.

"Those that have been chosen are starting on a path that very few have walked. You will be fighting terror when ever it strikes, your family will worry about you when ever you go out. These people are Natalie Grant, James Axelrad, Jerry Unipeg and Kenneth Smith. You will be given your assignments later. That is all for today, all of you have the rest of the day off, Dismissed." With that Clark walked off the stage and out of the room. He felt like he had to say something to those that had not been chosen. Heading back his office, he thought back to the men that had him. He also remembered the men that hadn't come out jungle.

Everyone else in the room decided that it was to early on the day to go to the pub, so a short farewell was had as those that had not been chosen left to go and pack. Those that stayed wished the other luck. Soon the only ones left in the room where the four. "So, what now," James asked.

"Well, I'm going to call my wife and tell her the news," Jerry replied.

"Sounds like a good Idea to me," Kenneth spoke up. The two where soon heading out of the room to make their calls.

"So are you going to call you husband," James asked Natalie

"I would, If he was still alive," Natalie responded.

"I'm sorry," James apologized. "Didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

"That's okay, you didn't know," Natalie replied as she left the room. Soon James also left the room.

Later that day.

So far it had been a normal day for team 2. They were currently working on paper work. It seemed like a waste, but everybody had to do it. After that came even more weapons training. Homer and Dieter where once again on the long gun range and where competing against one another. It was the new people that where getting the work out. Natalie and James where being out though shoot or no shoot scenarios, and they weren't easy. One of the pop ups had a 14 year old boy holding an AK-47 pointing right at them. A split seconds hesitation would have their beeper going off. Neither had passed that one the first time, no one did. They both knew that their trade was one of death, but it took someone with a cold heart to kill a child. In this business you saw the people that you killed, you almost looked them right in the eyes when you did so. And that only made it worse.

Right before everybody went home for the day, The two had been introduced to the one of the team members secrets. Ranma's curse. Needless to say both where shocked at the transformation. It was obvious, but they just had trouble getting their minds around it.

TBC.

Okay folk, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. I plan to have more out soon, but it may be a while as I have several other stories currently in production. So don't expect a monthly update.

On another note, you will notice that my writing has improved. I contribute this to my prereader and all my english teachers who took time to answer my questions after school.

I know that I promised a rewrite of the whole story, that is coming. It takes a while to rewrite a whole story, so please be patient.

Until next time,

Keep your stick in the ice.