RAINBOW SIX SIEGE : REDEMPTION
DISCLAIMER : I do not own Rainbow Six Siege, characters etc etc etc... Ubisoft owns that. Nor do I own the characters of Scott Mitchell, Nomad or Weaver, they are also owned by Ubisoft. I do not own the Vapid Dominator GTX nor the Annis Elegy RH8, Rockstar has them.
All I own are my two original characters.
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Chapter Two :
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An hour earlier -
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A young woman stifled a yawn as she stretched her arms above her head, relieving some of the tension in her sore muscles. She had spent the night in the campus library, taking notes and rereading text books. Being in the top eight percentile of the students on campus, Tracey Mitchell took pride in her scholastic achievements.
Reaching over the table, she gathered the books she had gone through and carried them over to a trolley nearby, placing them on a spare shelf. Turning, she walked past other tables, one with two other students passed out and snoring softly. Smirking, she drew forth her cellphone and took pictures of them. Knowing them, she knew they'd be embarrassed by their current circumstances, something she'd use against them in payback for the many times they've pranked her.
Walking back to her table, she smoothed down the burgundy campus hoodie she wore and then retied her hair back into a loose ponytail. She put her notebooks and such away into her bag, swinging the strap over her shoulder as she left the library. Walking in the hallway, she stopped by a nearby water fountain, leaning over and drinking some of the water, before continuing her way.
Looking at her cellphone, she smiled at the cover screen. A picture of herself and her siblings were shown and she remembered the day it was taken. The day of her brother's deployment to Afghanistan a year prior and she had been quite concerned for his safety. However, Greg always had a way of getting out of dangerous situations unscathed. His twin sister was one who had a sneaky streak in her, having pulled numerous pranks on her siblings in the past and if Tracey knew Sara, she was going to do the same in the future.
Thinking of her family, she decided to send a message to her brother. She knew that for the last six months, he was on some sort of leave, but didn't know the cause. Every time she saw him, he seemed to be his usual fun self, but she did see a sort of... melancholy... about him at times. She knew how their father had been towards Greg in the past and she hoped that things can get better in the future.
Seeing the time on her phone, she grinned and sent him a wake up message.
"Come on bro, wake up..."
A smile appeared on her face, as she got his reply. Tracey was far closer to her siblings than she was their father, as both had helped raise her when she was young, after their mother died. A memory flashed in her mind's eye, of a time when some bullies at school were picking on her on the way home, of how the loud roar of her brother's car pulling up next to the group and his ice cold stare as he stared them down. Recalling the memory with a smile, she then asked her brother their sister and father, a slight frown on her face at his reply.
She then brightened at the thought of something her roommate had said once, when they had seen a picture of her siblings and with a mischievous grin, she suggested about setting him up with a friend of hers. She was still smiling as she left the library and walked down the stairs and was in the middle of typing a response, only to pause as she looked up and ahead of her.
Men in white hazmat suits were standing around a weird sort of container, yellow noxious gas was spewing out from it, as some of the men were holding large guns and firing on other students. One of the men saw her, in his hand was a tubular canister which he threw at her. Shell shocked, Tracey couldn't move as the container landed in front of her, the same gas from the larger one had started to spray out from the top of it.
She slowly turned and tried to run away from the men and the gas, but it was surrounding her, choking her. Coughing and with tears running down her face, her steps slowed and she stumbled, collapsing onto the ground as more of the gas closed in around her, she tried to crawl away. Her arms struggled to reach above her, as her fingers gripped the grass, trying to pull herself along. Her coughs were getting more hoarse, some blood accompanying them as she felt her muscles starting to spasm. Pain wracked her young body, her breathing becoming ragged as a figure stepped out of the gas and looked down at her.
It was the man who threw the canister at her, staring down coldly at her. Struggling, she lifted her head and looked up at the man, her right hand managing to grab onto his leg. Coughing again, more violently then before and with her vision starting to dim, she tried to keep her gaze on him.
"... W... Wh... *coughing* Why... are... *coughing* you doing... ?"
Tilting his head to the side, he seemed to study her face and when he spoke, his voice was cold as he knelt next to her.
"This... is a wake up call... We will no longer be silent." he reached down and removed her hand from his leg "Be proud... your death will echo across the world, bringing our message to the unclean. In a way, I envy you... You, who will die as a martyr to our cause."
With that said, he stood and walked away, disappearing into the gas as Tracey's vision dimmed. A final violent cough came from her lips...
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Present Time :
Operation : Article 5
Commencement : 1200 Zulu Time
Location : Bartlett College
Operators :Team Leader : Eliza 'Ash' Cohen
Team : Craig 'Blackbeard' Jenson
Jordan 'Thermite' Trace
Miles 'Castle' Campbell
Meghan 'Valkyrie' Castellano
Primary Objective : Eliminate Terrorist threat and secure remaining chemical agent.
Secondary Objective : Recover any information regarding the enemy.
Tertiary Objective : Extract any hostages.
Addendum : Two local assets with assist squad with objectives.
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SMILING to himself, Miles Campbell grabbed his SMG and double checked the magazine, before slamming it into the weapon. He was standing at the back of the nondescript black van which contained his teammates as well as their weapons and gear.
"Man, Jack's gonna be pissed he missed out on this... back home in the US and he's stuck back in merry old England, freezing."
A rugged man with a bushy beard, climbed out of the van, the straps to his helmet loose and pulled his gloves on. He reached behind him to a pouch on the back of his belt, ensuring he could reach his bulletproof shields, Craig Jenson nodded.
"Well, Estrada DID take that bet that Seamus gave him. Spend one night outside, in the middle of a English winter, in his skivvies." he then paused and shuddered "That's not a sight I want to see again..."
Their two other teammates, Jordan Trace and Meghan Castellano, both grinned as they loaded up their weapons and gear as their team leader walked up to the van. Wearing dark grey clothing with a black vest, emblazoned with 'SWAT' across her back, Eliza 'Ash' Cohen adjusted her sunglasses as she looked at her squad.
"Alright, all geared up?" she received nods all round "Good, Meghan pull up the map."
With a nod, the blonde haired operator lifted up a tablet which had a map of the college shown. Meghan muttered as she tried to send it to the other operators, who had their tablets ready.
"Damn it! Grace makes it look so easy!"
Reaching over her shoulder, Jordan tapped a icon. Their was a resulting 'ping' noise from the four other tablets, quiet chuckles came from a couple of operators as Meghan glared at them.
"Thanks Jordan."
He gave her a small smile as Eliza cleared her throat "From what local SWAT and authorities have determined, after the initial assault, the terrorists regrouped here in the main building."
On the map, a central building flashed, which then zoomed into focus. Three floors were shown, with a icon flashing. Pressing it, the view zoomed into a detailed floor plan of the ground floor. Meghan looked at the map and whistled.
"Remind me to look into getting some dramas for Grace on Netflix when we get back."
As the others smirked, Eliza continued.
"Nothing special on the ground floor, couple of offices, restroom and elevator access to the first and second floor. There's even a small kitchen near the elevator."
Miles looked at the elevator.
"We sure that there's no basement access?"
With a nod, Eliza looked at him.
"Already checked and cross checked. No building nearby has a basement. This elevator only goes to the other two floors in the floor plans." she made a swiping motion and the floor plan changed to the first floor "Nothing much different here, except for at least four choke points at the hallways. The windows of the two offices at the front, have been barricaded and we can assume that they've been booby trapped."
Craig looked closely at his tablet.
"There's a central room, the four hallways all seem to converge on it. Possible location for any hostages?"
Jordan nodded in agreement.
"Would be a good guess, but do we even know if there are hostages?"
Miles snorted.
"Good thing Shuhrat isn't here then."
Chuckles came from all of them, as Eliza smiled.
"True, but we'll mark that as a possible location." she swiped again and the floor plan for the final level came into view "Here, the third floor is currently under renovation. Next to zero cover, but possible locations for a sniper or two. Could also be a good egress point."
She swiped back to the ground floor and zoomed in on one side of the building.
"Here is a small assembly room, glass roofing. A weakness which we can be sure the bad guys have noticed and enforced in some way. There are ventilation ducts we can use our drones on to get further details so..."
The sound of a loud muscle car came from down the road, followed by the high powered whine of a sports car. The five operators turned and watched the drivers of the two vehicles get out and approach the Police line. Leaning over to Eliza, Miles spoke up.
"There's something else, right boss?"
Eliza turned back to her team and sighed.
"Right. Listen up guys, we have another.. issue. We will be having two 'assets' joining us." Groans and muttering came from the four "I know, I'm not thrilled about it either, but Six has put this through, so if you don't like it you can take it up with her."
Craig looked at her.
"Rookies. We're gonna have two local rookies, who have no idea as to how we operate and will get dropped... and take us with them!"
Meghan nodded in agreement, arms folded across her chest.
"Eliza, this is gonna backfire... and we'll pay for it."
Before she could respond, there was a cough behind her. Rolling her eyes, she turned and faced the Captain of the local Police, a irritable middle aged man with a permanent scowl on his face.
"Yes, Captain Harris?"
Through narrowed eyes, he glared at Eliza and her team.
"Listen up, I don't want you or your lot here. Far as I'm concerned, this is a local matter and we don't need your kind here to mess things up!"
Before Eliza could respond, a thin weasel looking officer, hurried up to the Captain and started to whisper to him which caused the older officer to bat him away and scowl.
"Proctor! I do not need to have your hot breath in my ear! Now, what is the matter!?"
The man nodded and with a glance at Eliza, continued.
"Umm, sorry sir. Just got a message from HQ about two military officers from the Pentagon..."
Rolling his eyes and cursing, Harris snarled.
"Wonderful... bad enough I have this group of rejects here." he motioned at Eliza and her team, causing the others to grip their weapons tightly "But to have two MP's? Tell them everything is under control and they are not needed..."
Proctor frowned and looked nervously behind him, as two people approached. One was a female Lieutenant in military uniform and the other was a unkempt looking male in civilian attire. Both stopped behind Harris, who was glaring at his aide.
"Umm... you may want to tell them yourself sir... they... they're behind you."
Eyes widened, Harris turned and was facing the two. He was about to respond, when the male beat him to it.
"I don't care what you have to say Captain Harris. My orders come from General Mitchell of the Pentagon. Lieutenant Mitchell and myself are to meet a special unit here and assist with defusing the situation. Now, if you don't like it, you can call the Pentagon and speak to General Mitchell, is that understood Constable?"
Face turning red, Harris snarled back into the face of the unknown male.
"Listen here punk, who do you think you are talking to!? I am the Captain of..."
The female lieutenant stepped forward, holding out a cellphone.
"Excuse me, but our superior would like to have a word with you."
Harris snatched the phone out of the woman's hand and barked down the line. The newcomers shared a look with each other, both smirking as the look on Harris's face changed from rage, to one of complete subservience. Head bowed, he handed the phone back, gave one final look at them as well as Eliza and her team, then turned on his heel and stalked off. His aide looked at them, gave a sheepish grin, then hurried after his superior.
"Umm... Coming Captain Harris... heh..."
As the weasel like officer ran off, Eliza looked at the two in front of her, appraising them. The female looked like any run of the mill military officer. Carried herself with a certain 'air', but was ready to spring to action if need be. The male... There was a haunted look behind his eyes, something to do with the jagged scar on the side of his face she assumed. But it was his eyes she was drawn to... until she heard some quiet chuckling behind her, drawing her back to the situation. With a scowl on her face directed at her team, who were wearing looks of feigned innocence, she looked back at the two in front of her.
"Name's Ash, assigned here by..."
The male nodded as he looked at the weapons her and her team had equipped, judging them. The female stepped forward and spoke.
"I'm Lieutenant Sara Mitchell, this..." she motioned to the man next to her "... is my brother, Commander Greg Mitchell. We have orders to extract a high priority target from the campus and then assist with securing any information, weapons left behind of the enemy."
Craig Jenson looked up as he heard the name and stepped towards Greg, Meghan next to him as the SWAT officers and Sara looked on. Stopping in front of the man, Craig looked at him.
"We knew a Greg Mitchell... Joint mission between Rangers and SEALS."
Greg nodded as he looked at the two, face passive.
"I met a lot of SEALS in my time abroad," he paused and Sara recognized the gleam in her brother's eyes "Two in particular come to mind. One being a poster child for a grizzly bear, exceedingly loud and loved his guns."
Greg turned to the Meghan.
"The other was muscle piled onto muscle and wouldn't take crap from anyone. Almost broke my arm in a arm wrestling contest..." he grinned at her "But she had a certain weakness for..."
Meghan's eyes went wide and she leaned forward, her hand over Greg's mouth.
"Eh heh... let's not say that... or else I will break your arm."
Grinning, Craig wrapped his arms around Greg in a bear hug, lifting him off his feet.
"You crazy sonova... Thought you were killed in that ambush south of Kabul!"
Gasping for breath, Greg managed to break free of Craig's hold, rubbing his shoulders.
"Got lucky. Sniper was off with their shot, fortunately we had a Russian with us who was a better sniper."
Meghan walked up to him, swinging her arm. Greg managed to catch her arm, hands clasped, in a mid air arm wrestle. Craig, grinning, stepped back and looked over at the others.
"Oho, this is gonna be good... they're at it again, just like in..."
Sara cleared her throat, as her sibling caught the signal and let go of Meghan. The latter frowned slightly, as Eliza looked at the Mitchell twins.
"Ok, according to our commander," she turned her gaze on Greg "You're in charge."
Looking at her, he nodded as he walked over to the van, Miles stepping aside and allowed Greg to reach over and removed a M4A5 Carbine and a Bushmaster M17S. His sister smiled as she hefted the bullpup rifle.
"Haven't held one of these for a few months," she caught a magazine and loaded it into the weapon "Just like riding a bike..."
Jordan cleared his throat as he looked at her, causing her to return the gaze.
"Umm... may want to change your attire lieutenant. I don't think a dress uniform is suitable for this operation."
Meghan led Sara into the van and closed the door, as Greg looked at the tablet in Eliza's hands. He nodded as he listened to her observations of the floor plans and when Meghan and Sara joined them, he grinned.
"Ok... I have a plan and this is what we have to do..."
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Deaths-Head : Took a while to come up with this, lot of rewriting etc. One thing I did change, was include both attackers and defenders in the team at Bartlett (Castle and Valkyrie being Defenders joining three Attackers). Some Defenders abilities could be useful I always thought for Attackers and vice versa, so I intend to follow this route for the rest of the story. Again, I know that Attackers and Defenders can't be on the same squad in the game, but in fanfiction you have a little bit more leeway in that regard I feel.
Any opinions, criticisms etc... more than welcome to share. Just no abusive ones thanks.