Tracking… Found
Sgt. John "Soap" MacTavish
22nd SAS Regiment
Altay Mountains, Russia
"Team One, moving in." Gaz said
"Team Two, heading for base security." Griggs's sister said
"Team Three has entered the base." A Marine said
"Bravo Team, we got good news and bad news. Launch control is located southwest of your position, less than half a click away. That's where you'll need to upload the abort codes to destroy the missiles in flight." Baseplate said
"Gaz, go with the Yanks and hit the security station. Soap, Griggs, King, and I will head for launch control." Price said
"Roger. Command, what's the bad news?" Gaz asked
"Uh, the bad news is we're still trying to get those abort codes, over." Baseplate said
"The hell with it. We'll give it our best shot. Out." Price said "Alright, let's move."
With that, we all started to move through the vents above the hallways in the base. I was honestly surprised the vents were big enough for us to fit in, especially since we were only crouched down, like how the guys in Gears of War look when they run.
"Captain Price, this is Five-Delta-Six. We're clearing the east wing and heading for base security, over."
"Roger Delta-Six. We're right above you in the vents, watch your fire." Price said
"Copy that sir."
Price seemed a lot calmer now that we were actually inside the base. Earlier, outside, he had seemed furious, almost crazed to get inside this base. I guess now that he was here, he was calmer.
"Captain Price, Two-Yankee-Six reporting in. We're meeting with heavy resistance in the south wing. They've locked down our access point over here, over."
"Roger Yankee Six. Regroup with Team Two and help them gain control of base security, over."
"Roger that sir. We're pulling back to regroup with Team Two. Yankee Six out."
"Captain Price, we're sending your team the abort codes you'll need to auto-destruct the missiles in flight. You have eleven minutes before those missiles reach the eastern seaboard, over." Command said
"Copy that."
We were moving through a locker room, but it had dead bodies all over it. They didn't look like our guys, so I'm assuming they were the guards who tried to fight Zakhaev's men when he took the base over. We left the locker rooms and entered a dark hall, lit only by a red emergency light. We turned right, then turned left at the end of the hall. Only problem was, there was a group of hostiles waiting for us. I ducked back behind cover, and waited for the shooting to stop. Once it eased up, I opened fire on Ivan. There was a lot of them, but between the four of us, they weren't stopping us. We were the elite Bravo Team of the SAS and Marine forces. Nothing was going to stop us from completing our mission. Nothing. With the hostiles right in front of us dead, we moved forward into the mess hall and kitchens. We were clearing them out fast, and that was good, because there was only ten minutes to impact. With the kitchens cleared, we moved farther into the base, and started to make our way through what looked like a storage area. We moved down a flight of stairs, over to a larger storage room. There were crates stacked from floor to ceiling. This wasn't good, because that gave Ivan plenty of places to hide. I broke off right to check the aisles for any hiding Russians. It was a good thing I did because there were a couple waiting to ambush us. Bloody bastards. I started making my way through the room down the side aisle, but when I reached the end, I was hit in the face with something. I heard two pops before I knew what had happened. I looked around and saw King standing over me with her gun pointed at a dead Russian on the floor. The bastard had hit me in the face with his gun and was about to shoot me when King stepped in.
"What have I told you about going off on your own, Soap?" She said
"Well I didn't think the bastard would hit me in the face. If anything, I would've expected a bullet."
"Doesn't matter, John! You don't go off on your own when there are Russians everywhere. If I hadn't been here to save your ass, you would be dead!" She yelled, storming off to kill more bad guys
Why was she getting so upset that I almost died? It's not like we're that close or anything. I've only known her for about a week, so it's not like we're dear old friends. With that on my mind, I pushed forward, ignoring the throbbing in my head. With this room clear, we moved on to the next area, which was probably the most dangerous. The missile silos. At any moment these damn things could be launched, and we'd be roasted alive while more nukes were launched into the sky. As we entered the silos, a Russian started speaking on the PA. I couldn't tell what they were saying, and Griggs was getting worried.
"Sir, what's goin' on? What are they sayin'?"
"They've started a bloody countdown! Zakhaev's going to launch the remaining missiles! Keep moving!" Price yelled
Now we had to double time it to get the hell out of here. If we weren't out of here soon, we were going to be nothing more than roasted crisps. I'm sure Zakhaev would mind us looking like that. I started moving with King through the missile silos, trying to get through this room as quickly as possible. I didn't want to be in here any longer than I had to be. I could hear the guy counting down in Russian. They were just about to launch these missiles. I found the first silo that led back out to the main hallway and ran with the others to the door at the far end of the hall. We had to get there before these missiles were launched. Price was the first one out, and he was waving for everyone to get through the door. Once everyone was clear, he slammed the door shut. He was just in time, too. If he had been any later, the force of the rocket's launch would've forced the door open, killing us all.
"Captain Price, this is Gaz. We've taken control of base security. What's your status, over?"
"Gaz, we're in position. Open the outer door to launch control." Price said
"Roger, we're on it. Standby, almost there. Got it. Doors coming online now."
The doors started opening up, but they were moving slow as hell. I wasn't sure if they were supposed to open this slowly, or if the Ultranationalists had tampered with it, but at this rate, we were only going to have three minutes left by the time it finally got open.
"Oh, you gotta be shittin' me." Griggs said
"Gaz, can't you make it open faster?" Price asked
"Negative sir. But you can try pulling if it'll make you feel better." Gaz said
"Cheeky bastard."
It took another half minute, but the door finally opened. We went through it, but there were, of course, hostiles on the other side of it. If we didn't take care of these guys quick, those nukes were gonna hit. We spread out, so that we could kill them faster. There was a guy in a tech booth that I killed quickly before throwing a grenade down the hall, killing another five hostiles in the process. It didn't take long, but we were eventually clear.
"Team Three, what's your status, over?" Price asked
"Team Three in position at the southeast side of the launch control room. Standing by. Are you at the far wall, over?"
"Affirmative. Preparing to breach. Soap- plant the explosives, go!"
We moved down a small flight of stairs to a dead end hallway. I pulled out my last C4 charge, and placed it on the wall. I stepped back, and then detonated it. The blast blew a hole in the wall, allowing us to breach launch control. We only had five minutes left to clear the room and put the abort codes in. This wasn't going to be easy. With the help of Team Three, we quickly cleared the room.
"Soap, enter the codes! We'll watch for enemy reinforcements." Price said
I went over to one of the computer terminals and started to input the codes that Command had relayed to us earlier. Once I was done, I looked up at a map of the world that filled the front wall.
"Standby for confirmation. Standby… standby… Bravo Six, all warheads have been confirmed destroyed in flight. We got a ton of debris, but most of it's landing in the ocean." Command said
"Sir, check the security feed! It's Zakhaev! He's takin' off!" a Marine said
"Captain Price, this is Gaz at the security station. They came in by trucks. I'm thinking we can all use them to get the hell outta here. I'm sending you the coordinates to the vehicle depot."
"Roger that. We'll meet you at the vehicle depot! Out!" Price said "Everyone follow me, let's go!"
"All teams, this is Command. Recommend you exfil from the area immediately. Large numbers of hostile forces are converging on your position. Get outta there now."
With the missiles destroyed, we headed back out the way we came. We left through the outer doors, and took cover right outside.
"We got company! Enemy reinforcements movin' in!" Griggs yelled
From down a hallway, hostiles were beginning to move in on our location. I guess we'd have to fight our way out of this godforsaken base. We started to move down the hallway and made a left. There were more hostiles, but this was nothing that a well-placed grenade couldn't handle. Once the grenade exploded, we continued up the hallway to a lift that would take us up to the vehicle depot.
"This is Gaz. We're takin' some fire up here at the vehicle depot. Where the hell are you guys?" He yelled
"We're coming up the lift. Standby." Price said
"Yeah, don't get your knickers in a twist." King said
"You know sir, I wouldn't mind getting' a shot at Zakhaev." Griggs said
"Yeah, well get in line mate. If he doesn't find us first." Price said
What was that supposed to mean? He knew damn well where we were and he was running scared. Why would he want to find and kill us? It's obvious that he's scared of what will happen to him when he's caught by us. But I didn't have time to dwell on this because the lift's door opened, letting us continue to the vehicle depot. Once there, it was light work to kill the remaining soldiers. Most of them were running right now, but they won't be for long when they regroup. Once they have enough numbers, they'll come back and try to kill us. That's why it wasn't a good idea to stick around.
"All right, get in the trucks! Let's go!" Price yelled
Everybody started loading up into trucks and jeeps, getting ready to leave. I just hoped that this day will end soon. I've had enough bullets whiz by my head for one day. I got into the back of a jeep that carried Price, Gaz, Griggs, and King. Gaz was driving, and the rest of us were shooting. Almost as soon as we left the base, Ultranationalist trucks were racing after us, swerving around trees as they tried to avoid crashing on the mountainside. This day was almost over. All we had to do was get to the LZ in one piece.