Whoops! This was suppose to be posed to the sequel, "Forward" Not this story! I just realized I posted it in the wrong spot! Keeping a sample below, but it makes much more sense if it's the third chapter of "Forward" and not in this story. This story was a one shot that got continued in "Forward". Sorry for the confusion! :) Still new at this!
Title: Close
Author: clhardi1
Warnings: Talk of military missions
Word Count: 6,100
Pairing: Olicity
Genre: Angst
Fandom: Arrow
Summary: Sigma team has a new mission that hits close to home and tests their bonds.
AN/Apology: I have no good excuse why this took so long to update, but I do have reasons. Summer offered me literally no free time to write and the school year has been off to a crazy start that I'm just catching up to now. Plus, I've been a bit stuck on how to wrap things up they way I imagined when I started this fic. But I've got it now, and more free time too. So maybe 2-3 chapters left in this story. So sorry for the long wait. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry in advance for any spelling mistakes. No one to look over it but me. Thanks for reading:)
Sigma team was seated around the oblong table in the meeting room adjacent to the command center in the UG. Normally when they were all in one room, friendly banter would be passed around. Someone would be insulting someone else's choice of hair style. Someone else would then point out that they were all mostly bald anyhow, so they should just shut up. Then someone, usually Bear, would throw in a yo' mama insult and it would be chaos until someone with some kind of authority told them to all shut the heck up and act like adults.
But this evening found Sigma team sitting silently around the cold marble table, nervously tapping their feet or clicking their pens, waiting for agent Shay to brief them on what exactly they were in for. But then, normally, they weren't all called in to this meeting room for a level 6, high alert, speciality mission. Actually, they never did level 6 missions these days.
Culpus missions were ranked levels 1-7 based on levels of lethality. 0 being observation only and 7 being a planned execution. Level 6 didn't mean they were defiantly going to be taking targets out, but the likelihood for death was high.
They had been sitting in silence for about 15 minutes when Agent Shay came in caring a thick black file folder and a strange look on his face. Felicity couldn't decide if he was angry or worried or some mixture of the both.
"New target boss?" Bear called out as soon as the door shut behind him, breaking the nervous silence.
He ran the hand not holding the folder down the length of his face, as if to clear off the sullen expression, but had no luck. Then he sucked in and let out a deep breath and said, "Yes."
Opening the file, he began to go over the details.
"The target is a businessman. Late 30's. Family company, he's fairly new to the game, only recently interested at all in business matters. Actually ran the whole thing into the ground twice before. But it seems as though he's finally pulled it together. So much so he's caught the eye of some pretty messy competition. The companies applied sciences department is working on some pretty competitive stuff. They defiantly don't have the kinks out yet, but they are close enough for the Chinese to give us 20 million to make it go away."
Bear whistled and said, "What's worth a 20 million dollar sabotage?"
Shay replied, a little frustrated. "Bear, it's been…how many years now? You know the drill."
"Yeah, yeah," Bear said, flopping back in the swivel chair, repeating the mantra he'd been told several times, adding his on flare on the end. "Do the job. Don't ask a bunch of questions. And nobody will shoot you in the head…probably."
FOR MORE: Check out my sequel to this story, "Forward".