MasterDerp5885 (you really need to get an account…), CaptianHall, and WheresDaBeef, your reviews always make my day! Even on a PT day (yes, I am in JROTC, PT stands for Physical Training…) when I'm sore ^_^ You guys rock! Here comes chapter nine! You guys know what's after this one? Loose Ends… Are you guys scared? You should be! *Evil smile* Also, I plan on going a little out of the story line by adding another mission into this chapter, I have to agree with WheresDaBeef, the last one was way to rushed. I'm gonna make up for it by making another mission, completely original! Enjoy! (Sorry it took so long v_v …)
Thanks for Reading, Fly High Aim Higher
~Spitfire out
*Dash's POV*
What was I thinking, saying 'maybe'? I'm such an idiot. I have to fix this somehow. I panicked; I didn't know what I was saying. Nope, couldn't say that either. I didn't sleep the next night; my mind was on too many things. Like what I would say when I got the chance to fix it. 'Tavish came in at around midnight, asking me to the war room for a mission briefing.
We were taking a three-man team, plus sniper over watch, courtesy of Sniper Team One, to assault a Russian base where Makarov was assumed to be. If he wasn't we were to find some intel. Nothing we couldn't handle. The team was me, Ghost, and MacTavish. Toad and Archer would be on a ridge nearby to provide sniper support.
The mission was supposed to be short and simple. Except when we got there, it looked like all of Russia had gathered. If Makarov wasn't here, it'd be a cold day in hell. Snow white guile suites, silenced weapons, the whole nine yards for a stealth mission and there was a fucking army standing in front of me. Asking someone to get around all this security was like asking them to eat an elephant whole.
This was not going to be short or simple. It was going to a long and grueling mission to complete, but we'd get it done. We had gotten so far in our search for Makarov, we weren't going to go down now, and even if we did we'd go down fighting. We split up to cover more ground and try to thin out the security.
I was waiting around a corner for a guard to come around so that I could sneak up on him and take him out quietly but as soon as he passed the corner, a well placed bullet went straight through the back of his head. I looked over to the hill where Archer and Toad were, sure that the one that took the shot would be watching me, and flipped him off.
"Who just stole my kill?" I asked quietly over the com-link.
I heard both voices chuckling, "That was me," Archer answered.
I gave an annoyed hiss and stayed quiet, I still had a lot of ground to cover.
I was in the process of sneaking up behind someone when I heard several riffles being cocked and readied behind me and a Russian chuckle. I froze in my tracks and stood straight; dropping the knife I had pulled out to get the job done. I slowly put my hands a little above my head, knowing that Makarov was behind me along with several highly skilled body guards. I had skill, but not enough to take out so many skilled guards and Makarov.
I felt a rough hand grab one of my wrists to bring my arm down so I would be hand-cuffed. I quickly swung that elbow back as my arm was brought down and felt my elbow connect with the guard's face. He stumbled back a few steps and I turned around to face my enemies, there were twenty of them not including Makarov. No way in hell I'm going in without a fight. Makarov just stood back with an amused grin as the first guard attacked me, only to be met with a butterfly kick to the side of the head.
I was quick in disposing of five guards. A few hits had been landed on me and they all hurt. My face was sore. Why Archer and Toad weren't intervening, I would never know, though they were probably watching 'Tavish and Ghost. After taking down five more they all jumped me at once and wrestled me to the ground. I saw the head of the guy in front of me explode in a red mist. Good ole sniper support. Guys started falling right and left and Makarov made a run for it. I ran after him as soon as I could but he turned a corner sharply and when I followed suit, he had disappeared.
"Damn it!" I cursed to myself, kicking the snow, the footprints long gone having been covered up by the full blown blizzard.
Ghost ran up from one of the corners and 'Tavish from the other, both aiming their rifles, apparently expecting Makarov, "Where'd the bastard go?" Ghost asked rhetorically.
I shrugged, "I was following him but lost him when he turned this way," I explained.
The only two ways he could've turned were where Ghost and MacTavish had run up, which confused me.
Then we were all at gunpoint. Damn it… I cursed to myself again; Makarov was standing behind a line of five Russian special forces. They outnumbered us six to three. Archer and Toad wouldn't be able to get eyes on from where they were in relation to where we were. I dropped my rifle, same as MacTavish and Ghost and held my hands slightly above my head.
*Ghost's POV*
This is just great. Six Russians standing in front of me and I can't do a damn thing about it even though I have 'Tavish and Dash. I looked over at her, her amber colored hair blew from under her helmet in the strong winds. Her grey-blue eyes were turned icy by the cold. It complemented the look of persistence and determination as she clenched her fists and struck the first Russian that dared to get close enough to her, knocking him cold in one fell swoop. I dropped to the ground and picked up my M4 as Dash fought off two more of the guards, and shot the two that stood back, ready to assist. Dash didn't take long disposing of the two she was sparring with.
When the fight was over, Makarov was gone without a trace… again… That bastard and his hit and run tactics…
We walked out from around the corner and I signaled to Archer and Toad to check in. I was instantly worried when the comms were silent. We ran up to where they had taken up over watch and found that they had both been drugged and were now unconscious. There were evident signs of a struggle, seeing as the snow had been overturned, there were three plus sets of boot prints and the snipers were not where they would be able to wake up and get right back into position. Archer was on his side and Toad was on his back.
My brow furrowed as we looked around for clues as to where the attackers had gone but found nothing. Man these guys were good at covering their tracks, literally. We returned to the snipers and called in our exfil, marking our location with purple smoke. When the chopper got there we loaded up, the snipers still out, they probably got hit with a strong dose of sedatives.
When we got back to the base we took Archer and Toad back to their room, not bothering asking Doc to take a look at them, we already knew they had been sedated.
I noticed Archer shifting and groaning in his sleep as we left but ignored it.
*Archer's POV*
(Oh yes, I forgot to mention: I'll be twisting it up a bit in this chapter cause Archer is awesome… *evil grin*… Thanks for Reading, Fly High Aim Higher, Spitfire out)
I heard the snow crunching behind us as I waited for Dash to come out from behind the building. I jumped up and turned to face whoever was coming. I was now face to face with two special forces Russian soldiers. Ah crap, I thought to myself as I pulled out my pistol.
One of the Russians attacked Toad as he got up and the other one grabbed my wrists and held my arms straight out, kneeing me in the gut, making me double over and let go of the pistol. I straightened up to face the Russian soldier as he unloaded my weapon and threw it to the side, attacking me head on. I tried to fight back but found myself pinned on my side, struggling. I was about to get free when the Russian reached behind him with one hand and pulled out a syringe, jabbing it roughly into my neck.
I froze and went limp as my attacker pulled the syringe back out and stood up. I fell asleep soon afterwards. Sedatives… strong ones… I hate it when I get sedated, always gives me weird dreams later…
I woke up, sitting bolt upright, expecting to be in some enemy facility but was met with being in mine and Toad's room back at base.
"Uhh… Archer? What just happened?" Toad asked from above me, on the top bunk, he must've been sedated around the same time I was.
"I think we just got taken down by sedatives…" I said tiredly and unsure of whether or not that was a dream, though considering Toad's question, probably not.
Toad jumped down from the top bunk only to have his knees give out, causing him to fall back to the ground, "Ow…" he groaned.
"You're a dumbass," I muttered jokingly, then remembering that Toad had never had a dose of such a strong sedative, "Something as strong as they used on us is gonna take a little while longer to wear off, Toad, you'll be up in a few minutes," I explained.
He just groaned in annoyance.
*Ghost's POV*
I heard a something hit the 'roof', above where I was standing; I was under the snipers' room. Guess they're awake… I said to myself, still wondering how I was going to fix things between me and Dash.
I figured it was Toad that hit the ground since he was on the top bunk. I left the two to get themselves together and went back to hitting the punching bag in front of me.
After countless minutes of beating up the punching bag I finally decided that I wouldn't fix things with me and Dash, because apparently there was nothing to fix. There were things better left unsaid, and this was one of those things. Just like no one knew about my past, no one would know what happened between the two of us.
I had to get over it anyway; we had a big mission tomorrow. I was taking Roach, Dash, Scarecrow, and Ozone to infiltrate Makarov's safe house while Price and MacTavish took the airplane bone yard.
I stopped beating the training dummy and slept.
