Caught in the Act

Vladimir Makarov, the most dangerous man in the world and Gary 'Roach' Sanderson was in the same room as the man. The spiky haired villain was pouring over blueprints while planning his 'next big scheme'. Roach AKA: Alexi Borodin, slowly sneaked away and into the safe houses small bathroom. Quickly, he opened his phone to signal the rest of the Taskforce that now was the time to strike.

Meanwhile, Makarov was still feverishly working out his plan, when he tried to take a swig from his coffee he realized their was none.

"Anatoly, what is the meaning of this?" he asked.

"What, sir?" came Anatoly's nervous reply.

"Why did you drink me coffee?"

"Sir, I didn't drink you coffee. You did, you've been working for three hours."

"Are you calling me a liar?" he shouted, drawing his M9 and aiming at Anatoly's skull.

"N-no, sir. Not at all."

"Good." said Makarov, holstering his pistol and returning to his plans. "Get me a cup to replace the one you drank."

"Yes, sir." grumbled Anatoly. He exited the small apartment and headed down to the Burger Town that was operated across the street, on his way he noticed a suspicious man with a Mohawk and clad in a thick sweeter heading towards the apartments. But Anatoly wrote him off as a tourist.

Outside the bathroom, stood Lev and he really had to piss.

"Borodin! Get out of the bathroom! I have to piss!" he bellowed.

"One minute!" came the reply.

"I will not wait one minute!" yelled Lev, crossing his legs in a futile attempt to keep from pissing all over the place. "Now stopping touching yourself and get out here!"

MacTavish nodded towards the door to Makarov's room. Meat and Royce covered the rear entrance in case Makarov tried to make a room for it while Scarecrow and Ozone took the front door with MacTavish. Behind the Mohawk wearing Captain stood Ghost, it his right hand he held a silenced MP5K in his right, a car battery.

"What the 'ell's the car battery for?" asked the Captain, clutching his silenced M4A1 while Ozone readied the breaching charge.

"Jest in case we need to make 'em talk." said Ghost, with a shrug.

"I see." This was followed by the door to Makarov's room exploding into a shower of wood splinters.

Anatoly had waited for ten minutes while the fat woman had picked her food. Damn her, now he was late. Makarov was going to suspect something and have his head for it! Makarov hated tardiness almost as much as he hated American's. Finally, he received the coffee and returned to his car. When he tried to start it, nothing happened. Grumbling, he exited the car and popped the hood.

"Who the hell stole my car battery!" he shouted, causing several passerby's to give him odd looks.

At the sound of the breaching charge, Roach kicked down the door to the bathroom and put his USP.45 to the side of Lev's head.

"Oh, you've got to be shitting me.." grumbled Lev, both at the handgun aimed at him and his newly pissed on pants.

The squeaky voiced Kiril already had his head buried in the carpet with Ozone standing on him, the fully loaded MP5K keeping the otherwise talkative terrorist oddly quiet.

MacTavish had tied Makarov to the dining room chair while Ghost had cleared off the blueprints and schematics to make room for his car battery. Menacingly, he began sparking the wires.

Anatoly slammed the hood shut, causing people on the street to quake in fear. He then grabbed the coffee and began the long walk back to the apartment complex. When he reached the parking lot he saw smoke emanating from the safe house, so he removed his phone from his pocket and dialed 911. Smirking, he took a drink from the Styrofoam cup. Now he just had to wait.

Having attached the wires, Ghost prepared to thumb the control to electrocute the terrorist leader. But a hand descended before he could activate it. It belonged to MacTavish, nodding in Roach's direction "Let 'em do it. He did all the work."

None to happy about this new arrangement, Ghost stepped away from the vile button and waved Roach forward. Quickly he explained the operation of the button to the wide-eyed soldier. "Alright, you wanna start off light. Give 'em too much juice and you'll kill 'em. We want him alive, got that?"

Roach nodded.

"Alright, then give it a go."

Right as Roach placed his hand on the button, the room was swarmed with FSB troops.

"Shite." muttered Ghost.

Taking his cue, Makarov shrieked "Oh, thank god you came! They've been torturing me for hours! It you hadn't came they would have surely killed me!"

The SWAT team quickly turned their rifles on the TF-141 men.

"Double shite." muttered Ghost.

The introduction of Taskforce 141! And as always read and review!