Chapter 5 The Deep Six

Chloe

April 18th, 2014

5:13 PM

15 Miles From Arcadia Bay

Cold Steel Foundry

Rachel takes the two of us up the ladder she spotted and we make it onto the rooftops. Once we're on the roof, we see a skylight that we can use to infiltrate our way inside. We open the skylight and carefully drop down onto a catwalk inside the front warehouse we sneak into when infiltrating.

As soon as the three of us have our feet on the catwalk, we could see Prescott and his Ruskie Lieutenant Ranikov gathered with a group of their goons and mercs inside the warehouse. We get ourselves a grandstand view of the meeting and evesdrop on the conversation.

"Mogu li ya privlech' vnimaniye vsehk! (May I have everyone's attention please!)" Ranikov called out. "Gospodin Prescott has come to inform us of his progress in Arcadia Bay. All ears on him."

I grab my phone out of my pocket and use my camcorder on my phone to record more evidence of Prescott's ties with Neo-Chrysalis. I point my phone's screen directly at the meeting as I'm recording.

"Dobryy vecher (Good evening), comrades," said Prescott using his best Russian language. "We are gathered here today to honor the success of my family's cooperation and our ambition for Project Cyclone. With Max Caulfield's case coming to a close, she's likely to be found guilty of all charges against her crimes we set her up for. As Iong as I have Arcadia Bay under my control, nothing can stop us now."

"A chto s Reychel Amber?" asked one of the mercs.

"And what of Rachel Amber?" Ranikov translated.

"She still remains a fugitive to Chrysalis as I speak," Prescott answered. "Her fate is still to be determined. If any of my four hundred armed Chrysalis personnel are to catch her out of hiding, I'll be sure she's dealt with. Whether she's taken in alive or killed on sight."

"Kak naschet estoy tsey Khloi, kotoraya svyazana s Maksom Kolfildom i Reychel Amber?" asked another merc.

"What about this Chloe Price who's in relationship with both Max Caulfield and Rachel Amber?" said Ranikov still translating.

"Not sure what I'll do about her," said Prescott. "She shouldn't be too much trouble. If she is, I'd cut that little punk bitch's throat in her sleep if I have to."

I almost want to flip the fuck out when he says that, but I had to stay concentrated on recording. Hell, I almost wanted to slap that ruthless prick in that face back in court before Max's first session started. He'll get what he deserves when I have the barrel of my gun to his face. I know he will.

"Alright, otklonenny (dismissed)," said Prescott adjourning the meeting. "May the heard guide us all."

"Pust' slyshat nas vse. (May the heard guide us all.)" said Ranikov.

Then everyone else at the meeting spoke the Prescott family modo with their Russian language in unison. I stopped recording the meeting and started sending it to David on my phone.

"Did you record everything?" asked Rachel.

"Yeah, I'm sending it to David right now," I said.

Chloe: (video link) David, here's some more confirmation of Prescott working for Neo-Chrysalis you can't ignore!

Chloe: Did you see it?

David: Yes I saw it. What's your location?

Chloe: We're at the cold steel foundry 15 miles from arcadia. That's where Prescott is now. You can't miss it. Please hurry!

David: We're on our way now!

We make our way down from the catwalk as soon as I send David the video. When we walk down off the catwalk and further into the warehouse, there were a few guards we hahad to get through.

We hide behind crates, barrels and containers to stay hidden from the guards. The three of us take a few out using our silenced guns. There was one guard Rachel had to take out when Warren was in his sights.

She took him out by straggling him with her gun and breaking his neck open. Even then, she had to use her rewind power to make sure the guard didn't pluck a bullet between Warren's eyes like what Jefferson did to me when he abducted Max. Rachel was a ninja. Her kung fu was strong with this one.

There was an exit we took to get of the warehouse and into the hallways of the foundry. We check our corner for guards when proceeding though the halls.

"Hey, Rachel," I say to her, moving down the halls with her and Warren.

"What Chloe?" she says.

"Back there, Prescott mentioned something called Project Cyclone. I'm betting my money on something to do with the tornado storm."

"I was just thinking of the same thing, Chloe. We won't know for sure unless we confirm it."

"I've never come across any Russian immigrants in town," said Warren. "How do you think these commie assholes smuggled their way into Oregon? Especially if they're terrorist?"

"I don't know, Warren," said Rachel. "Since they are terrorist, I'm pretty sure they're smart enough to find a way into this country where they can't be found."

When walking down there hall, we see a room with an open window where he see two guards speaking Russian and socializing. We duck and prone under the window so we wouldn't be detected.

Even when we do get past the guards, we here two more guards heading in our direction. The three of us instantly move behind a corner so we wouldn't be spotted by the incoming patrol. We here the two guards talking in Russian and see them pass by the corner we hid behind undetected.

I knew from the moment we infiltrated the outpost cutting through that barb wire fence, this final task of this mystery wasn't going to be a cakewalk. In fact, it was going to have a higher difficulty setting compared to the Prescott heist.

"This is not going to be easy, Rachel," I said. "We're too exposed in here, you know."

"I know," said Rachel. "Unless you want to be exposed, I suggest you do as I tell you. Follow me."

Warren and I follow Rachel further down the halls and eventually come across a security room with guards inside. There was another glass window to peak through to count how many were in there. Rachel had counted three guards inside. She had a strategy to deal with them.

"Stay behind me," she said. "Let me deal with them."

"You're gonna take on all of them!" I shout.

"Trust me."

Rachel knocks on the door to let the guards open it. When the door is open, Rachel pulls out her knife and stabs the guard in the throat. Then she grabs hold of the guard gurgling down his own blood and shoots the other two dead across the head with her silenced pistol. And then she releases the dying guard from her grasp to bleed on the floor.

"Damn, Rachel," said Warren. "You took em on three on one! How did you do that?"

"Trust me, Warren," I said. "I've seen her take down a guy wearing exo armor with a minigun. She's survived worse."

Rachel walks over to one of the monitors in the room to observe some of the security footage. Leaving us with the three dead guards she killed. When Rachel observes one of the surveillance cams, something of interest catches her eye.

She had seen Prescott and Ranikov on camera entering an elevator marked with a letter and number on the door. D-6 was marked on the doors.

"Chloe, Warren, come look at this," said Rachel.

"What is it?" I ask coming to Rachel's side.

"Come look at this. It's Prescott and and Ranikov. They're headed down an elevator marked D-6. That's where we should go."

"Where is this D-6 elevator?" asked Warren. "And what does D-6 stand for?"

"It says here on the monitor that D-6 stands for 'Deep Six'. The elevator is two clicks ahead of us. I have no doubt the truth we've all been waiting for is down that elevator. We've got no time to lose. Let's move."

If what was down that D-6 was what I thought it would be, I'm only two clicks away from knowing how these commie fuckers separated the love of my life away from me. I was going to make Prescott and his commie thugs pay for what they did for Max. Even if it meant killing every last one of them.

Upon walking through the two clicks up to where the elevator was, we exit the halls and enter the welding rooms where molten steel was being produced. Whenever we see a guard or two, we would take one out via our silenced guns. Eventually, we get across the welding areas and reach the location of the D-6 lift.

Before we could get over to it, two guards walk out the lift and we get behind some crates before they could see us. We take the two guards out with our guns and shoot them both dead in the head, quick and painless. Then we run up to the elevator and take it down to where it was going to take us.

Despite coming ever so closer, something just didn't feel right with me. This was too easy for a job infiltrating a heavily guarded outpost run by terrorist. I had a sinking feeling we were walking into a trap.

"Rachel, I know we're getting close to finishing this, but something just doesn't feel right," I said. "This is too easy. What if it's a trap? What if they know we're coming and they're just waiting for us down there?"

"It doesn't matter, Chloe," she replied. "Even if it is, all that matters is that we conquer this mystery and take Prescott down. Nothing else matters. David should be on his way with reinforcements by now. We won't be alone if we're caught in some trap."

"Whatever you say. Whatever gets us to solve this mystery quicker. I'll kill everyone of these bastards who fucked with Max and I just to make them pay."

Note: Sorry if this chapter took a little longer to post. I was originally going to post this on Tuesday, but my computer went on me and my charger didn't work. Until my I get my new charger, I have to write and post my chapters with my phone.

Also, I've been enjoying the new Mass Effect that just launched a week back. I was hella hyped for it and the game is pretty good so far IMO. Not as good as the original Mass Effect trilogy, but it's still fun to play for me.

Until next time, stay golden.

P.S. I used Google Translate to type up some Russian words for when they were speaking that language. Of course, it was translated in English for those who don't understand Russian. Mostly none of you do. That's all for now.