Four years, give or take, have passed since the meltdown of the Vekron Pacific Reactor in Seattle. And the unknown help the K.V.A. got from the international technology summit back in Lagos has allowed them to carry out more nuclear catastrophes all over America, Australia and Korea, killing 50 million people combined.

As these news broadcasts and this single K.V.A. message have haunted the Winslow Accord everyday throughout those four years and continue to do so until now.

Fox News: This just in, you're looking at what is obviously a VERY disturbing live shot there. That is the Vekron Pacific Reactor near Seattle. And we have unconfirmed reports...

NBC: The C.D.C. (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention) has ordered an evacuation of non-essential personnel within a five mile radius of Downtown Detroit.

ABC: The National Guard has begun distributing potassium iodide tablets...

CNN: ...massive coordinated attacks across Korea, Australia and the United States.

Newsmax: This is coming in live. It is raw footage of what appears to be some kind of statement from the K.V.A.'s leader, Hades.

Hades: My fellow citizens of the world. Today, you are delighted. You are delighted because the Winslow Accord has been woken from their sleep.

But despite Hades' best efforts to topple the West, the United States of America and ATLAS Corporation, mostly just the latter, have kept the Winslow Accord alive and hopeful. As this motivational commercial is played often to keep people's chins up.

Jonathan: (narration) There are some days we never forget. Moments burned into our memory until the day we die. Where were you the day everything changed? Four years ago, one man tried to destroy our way of life. One man tried to throw the West into darkness. It felt like we could never find our way back. But we did. Together. When you were vulnerable, we gave you our strength. When you were sick, we delivered you the cure. When there was chaos, we brought you order. Stability. Safety. A chance to start again. Who are we? We're the way forward.

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Aftermath

December 5th, 2058 - 00:00:05

MSgt. Jack Mitchell

ATLAS Corporation

Detroit, MI, United States of America

Exo Type:

Specialist

Riot Shield: Activated

Overdrive: Activated

Stim: Activated

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December 5th, 2058 - 00:00:05, ATLAS Corporation Safety Camp, Detroit, Michigan, Master Sergeant Jack Mitchell, Gideon and Sergeant First Class Will 'Preacher' Irons arrive for an op that will require ATLAS Corporation's primary spec ops team. With Joker and Torres waiting for them on the ground.

[door opens]

Preacher: Thanks for the ride, Raven 2-3.

Gideon: *gives Raven 2-3 a thumbs up* Welcome to Detroit!

Mitchell: What's the count now? Been a while since I've seen the daily report.

Preacher: As we speak, two and a half million people live in safety camps posted near ten cities belonging to Australia, Korea, and even our good ol' U.S. of A. Each.

Mitchell: Like this one?

Gideon: That's right. No fuckin' holiday, but they've got food, water, security. All courtesy of ATLAS. Now, the K.V.A. have the balls to move in next door. Fuck me.

Four Years Later

Joker: You boys look like shit.

Mitchell: Not being in a gourmet kitchen for four consecutive years will do that.

Preacher: Haven't seen Cristy, Lilith, Oz, Decker or Kahn since Seattle. Everyone's been busy at work.

Torres: Aren't we all, P? Aren't we all?

Gideon: 22 days straight this month. K.V.A. doesn't take a break. Neither do we.

Joker: I feel ya. We were gonna start moving people back in this month. Then the K.V.A. showed up, now everything's on lockdown.

Gideon: They're protecting our target. We still locked in on him?

Joker: Dr. Pierre Danois. He's in the Midtown Hospital. We're green.

Gideon: Four years of hunting down Hades, and his right-hand man turns up at our doorstep. Fucking brilliant.

Mitchell: *exhales* Might be the lucky break we've been looking for.

Torres: Here's hoping.

Preacher: Praying it is.

Right Hand Squadron's mission in the abandoned city of Detroit is to find and capture Dr. Pierre Danois, Hades' second in command and a major contributor to the K.V.A.'s nuclear terrorist attacks over the past four years. After passing by Rideau, Archie, Allie and Emma-Leigh in the safety camp's decontamination checkpoint, they hop on their Hoverbikes, pass the external security checkpoint, and ride to the Midtown Hospital.

Decontamination Checkpoint AI: Scanning for isotopes. Please wait.

Rideau: Just confirmed Persephone's location. Prophet already has it. You're welcome, second best.

Gideon: Arsehole.

Allie: Hey there, Right Hand Squadron.

Joker: Hey there, Allie.

Archie: Too bad Drelick ain't around, eh darling?

Allie and Preacher: Shut up.

Archie: I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was talking to the second best as well. You should be comfortable with getting Persephone now, Preacher. You Right Hands have no idea how hard it is to maintain surveillance. What you do is easy. Theatre shite.

Preacher: That "theatre shite" is where lives are actually at stake, you dickhead.

Mitchell: My God, you Left Hands are fucking ANNOYING!

Emma-Leigh: *snickers* Mate, we're the best squad of troops ATLAS has to offer. We can afford to be annoying. Besides, if we were the ones taking Vekron back, none of this would've happened. And maybe, just maybe, Carter would still be alive. *laughs*

Mitchell: The FUCK did you just—

Preacher: Easy there, Jack. It's not worth it. You wanna release some anger? Do it on the K.V.A. we're gonna kill. Come on.

Mitchell: *sighs* Okay.

Joker: What the hell are the K.V.A. doing in Detroit, boss?

Gideon: An empty city without police or eyewitnesses. Good place to hide something. Or someone.

ATLAS Guard 1: Clear. Good luck out there.

Preacher: Thanks, dude.

Gideon: Torres. We set?

Torres: Good to go. Bikes are prepped, timeline is locked in.

Gideon: Alright, saddle up.

Preacher: Can always count on you, Torres.

Torres: Gotta look out for each other, right?

[Hoverbike engines starting]

Gideon: Sync to me and keep it on autopilot, Right Hands.

Prophet: Right Hand 1, Persephone is holding position at the Midtown Hospital. Clock's ticking, over.

Gideon: Roger, Prophet. Hitting Checkpoint Blue in five, over.

Prophet: Remember, capture only. We need him to find Hades, over.

Gideon: Roger. Right Hand 1, out.

Preacher: *waves* Hey, guys.

Mitchell: Hey, man.

ATLAS A.S.T. Guard 1: Name and order number.

Gideon: Major Gideon Shaw. Order 5527.

ATLAS A.S.T. Guard 1: (off comms) Hold on. (on comms) Got five operatives on bikes heading in. Mission Order 5527. (off comms) Okay, you're good. (on comms) Open it up.

[horn blares]

[doors opening]

Preacher: See you in a bit.

Gideon: Stay locked on.

Torres: Can't believe this is Detroit.

Joker: Hasn't changed that much.

Mitchell: Thank you, Corporate America. Your work will not be appreciated.

Gideon: Link up point ahead, 12 o'clock.

Preacher: Prophet, Right Hand Squadron has passed Phase Line Delta. We have visual on Checkpoint Blue. Standby for insertion, over.

Prophet: Roger, Right Hand 5. Passed Phase Line Delta. Standing by now, over.

Gideon: Mitchell and I are taking the north side. You three are south. RV on Bates Street.

Joker: Roger that.

Prophet: Right Hand 1, Right Hand 4, ISR detecting movement northwest at a hundred yards from your position, over.

Gideon: We'll keep our heads on a swivel.

At Checkpoint Blue, which is a supposedly empty high school, Mitchell and Gideon take its north side while Joker, Torres and Preacher move to its south side. Not even inside yet, and there is already something off when the Mercenary Master Sergeant and the Mercenary Major come across an ATLAS CBRN (Chemical, Biological, Radiological and Nuclear) Division transport truck.

Mitchell: ATLAS CBRN vehicle at our 12.

Gideon: No one's supposed to be in this sector. Watch your ROE. Maintain stealth.

Mitchell: (quietly) (off comms) Rog'. (on comms) Right Hand 4 to Prophet, we're at Checkpoint Blue. Going interior, over.

Prophet: Roger that, Right Hand 4. We're tracking you, over.

After going over half of the semi-dark, almost creepy Checkpoint Blue, Mitchell and Gideon come across a classroom full of dead civilians with gunshot wounds. This leads to the possibility that the ATLAS CBRN Division personnel in the AO are hostile and K.V.A. sleeper cells.

[light bulb explodes]

Gideon: (quietly) Shit.

Mitchell: *exhales*

Gideon: (quietly) *chuckles* *opens door* Fuck me.

Mitchell: (quietly) Executed. *checks bodies* No pulse, but they haven't been dead long. We've got active threats in here.

Gideon: (quietly) *nods* Right Hand 2, we've got bodies. Looks like a clean-up crew. Could be tied to the missing hazmat suits report back at base. Treat all hazmats as hostile, over.

Joker: Understood, Right Hand 1.

Gideon: (quietly) If the K.V.A. have been operating under disguise, there could be more of 'em than we thought.

Mitchell: (quietly) Best to assume the U.N. is already tipped off and fed with what we know. So we'll need to move faster.

Gideon: (quietly) Mm-hmm. Come on.

Almost done with the sweep, the Mercenary Master Sergeant falls off the remains of a collapsed hallway and through another one below all the way down the high school's supply and maintenance room. Then, a K.V.A. squad wearing ATLAS CBRN Division uniforms with ARX-160s, AK12s and MK14s heads down to add to the severity of the situation.

But Mitchell still has both of his suppressed firearms. And with them, he is able to pick the deep cover Survivors off carefully and quietly and reach the south side of Checkpoint Blue, where the Mercenary Major is waiting for him.

[ATLAS Combat Knife hit]

[ATLAS 45 fire]

Mitchell: (quietly) (off comms) Sons of bitches. (on comms) Right Hand 1, this is Right Hand 4. I'm approaching Checkpoint Blue's south side. What's your position, over?

Gideon: (on comms) I'm external. Bottom of the fire escape, over. (off comms) Thought you were compromised.

Preacher: Awesome. I knew you could do it.

Mitchell: *smiles* Thanks, Will.

Gideon: Patrol up ahead. Need to accelerate our timeline. Get ready to go loud.

[AMR9 fire]

Gideon: More on the way! Kick it off!

[HBRa3 fire]

With all sides of the high school clear, the Mercenary Master Sergeant and Gideon move on loudly to Bates Street. Where the Mercenary Captain, the Mercenary Command Sergeant Major and the Mercenary Sergeant First Class engage an ambushing ten-man K.V.A. team.

Gideon: Right Hand 2, we need a SITREP.

Joker: We're at Bates Street. Got K.V.A. everywhere.

Gideon: Engage at will. We're almost there.

[IMR fire]

[SN6 fire]

[NA-45 fire]

[MORS fire]

Mitchell: Engaging with a K.V.A. MORS with a Thermal Optic.

Preacher: As Battle Commander said, technology trickles down to our enemies.

Mitchell: Must've been the first time in his life he wasn't fucking with you. Clear!

Gideon: Status on Persephone.

Joker: ISR has a lock on him. Still at the Hospital.

Gideon: Good. We need to get off the X. Move out.

Preacher: Prophet, this is Right Hand 5. We've passed Checkpoint Blue. How copy, over?

Prophet: Good copy, Right Hand 5. Passed Checkpoint Blue. You are cleared for Phase Line Echo, over.

Joker: The rest of Bates Street has no cover, boss.

Gideon: The ambulance. That's our cover. *topples ambulance*

[bullets ricocheting]

Preacher: Midtown Hospital, 100 yards!

Gideon: Mitchell, let's push the ambulance together! Joker, Torres, Preacher, cover us!

Mitchell: Let's do it!

Gideon and Mitchell: *straining*

100 yards, one flight of stairs, and thirty plus K.V.A. standard and deep cover Survivors later, Right Hand Squadron reaches the north corner of Midtown Hospital and captures Dr. Danois alive but unconscious.

Mitchell: *backhands door open* *palm strikes K.V.A. Survivor*

[AMR9 fire]

Dr. Danois: Don't shoot, please! I'm valuable!

Mitchell: Dr. Pierre Danois! Oh, you got a lot to answer for, fuckface.

Gideon: Seen your pal Hades recently? *left hooks Dr. Danois*

Dr. Danois: Heh, I won't talk.

Preacher: Valuable but not free, right?

Gideon: Yeah, that's what they all say. Just before the screaming starts.

Dr. Danois: You think this will change anything? You have no idea what he's capable of. You are all dead! WE ARE DEAD!

Joker: *right crosses Dr. Danois* Not today.

Gideon: Bag and drag him.

Joker: With pleasure.

Gideon: (off comms) Mitchell, on me. Torres, Preacher, rear security. (on comms) Right Hand 1 to Prophet, we've passed Phase Line Echo. We're RTB, over.

Prophet: Outstanding, Right Hand Squadron. Be advised, K.V.A. reinforcements are moving to secure Phase Line Echo and Checkpoint Blue in order to cut you off. But if you move fast, you can beat them, over.

Gideon: Roger, we're double-timing it now, over.

But just as they reach the staircase that will take them back to the Hoverbikes after crossing the walkway of a magnet train track, they are ambushed by some hostile first responders. Only for the deep cover Survivors to be swiftly terminated by none other than Knox, Jackson and Kane themselves.

Gideon: One more stair— FLASHBANG!

[Flash Grenade detonation]

[HBRa3 fire]

[Kuda fire]

[HBRa3 fire]

Preacher: (muffled) U.N. Boogiemen!

Knox: *signals to hold fire* Reactionary forces are inbound. We got ya covered.

Preacher: Jesus Mary! How ya doin', Captain?

Knox: Doin' good, Sergeant First Class. Now take Persephone and move out while you can.

Mitchell: Thanks, sir.

Gideon: I'd like to know who exactly is watching our backs, mate.

Knox: That's classified, mate.

[bullets ricocheting]

[Locus fire]

Joker: You sure we're okay with this, boss?

Gideon: Not sure we have a choice.

Torres: Who exactly were they, Preacher?

Preacher: Not sure who Knox is working for right now. But if it is a nearly six-year-old outfit I haven't heard of in a while, I think it's best to do 'em a solid by keeping them classified.

Torres: I see.

Joker: I can understand that.

Gideon: On the bikes, move!

While Task Force Sentinel keeps the K.V.A.'s hands full, Mitchell, Gideon, Joker, Torres and Preacher get back on their Hoverbikes with Dr. Danois and exfiltrate. Two ATLAS CBRN Division vehicles filled with shooters, two hostile MAHEM teams, and an enemy Eurocopter EC365 marginally eluded later, they make it back to the ATLAS Corporation Safety Camp without further issues and are assisted by the A.S.T.s.

Gideon: There's the gate!

Preacher: Last man!

[Standard Chain Gun fire]

[doors closing]

[EC365 crashes]

[explosion]

Preacher: Whoo! Now that was epic! *laughs*

Gideon: Prophet, Persephone is secure. Taking him in for interrogation, over.

Prophet: Roger that, Right Hand 1. Come on home. Prophet, out.

00:26:53, once all K.V.A. forces in Detroit are dead, Knox reports Right Hand Squadron's latest progress in their hunt for Hades to Kingpin while Jackson keeps a keen eye on Kane.

[Locus fire]

Kane: That should be the last of 'em. Letting ATLAS take care of Hades is a bad idea, boys.

Jackson: Nobody asked for your opinion, Aphrodite. Like we would let you or someone worse deal with Hades.

Kane: Like you would know how the world actually works.

Jackson: *sarcastically claps* Spoken like a true American traitor.

Knox: (off comms) Can it, you two. I'm calling it in. (on comms) Kingpin, this is Spycraft 1. Detroit is secure. Right Hand Squadron has Persephone. Preacher and Mitchell are still alive and well. This international manhunt is gonna end real soon, over.

Kingpin: Power Player and Ace Attorney will undoubtedly make sure of it. I'll let you know what I find from my end. Then, you follow our boys and keep them safe, over.

Knox: What about the rest of Right Hand Squadron? Chess Queen? Her friends?

Kingpin: *sighs* Unfortunately... they're all expendable. Even Chess Queen. You know what's at stake.

Knox: But, sir—

Kingpin: That... will be all, Spycraft 1. Return to base. Kingpin, out.

Kane: Things are finally going back to normal, Task Force Sentinel. We won't be needing another Task Force Rogue. Not that you were anywhere like it to begin with. Now follow me, I'll take us to exfil.

Jackson: *shakes head* (quietly) C.I.A. slut.

Knox: *nods* Mm-hmm.

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MISSION COMPLETE

Aftermath

You have captured Dr. Pierre Danois, the right-hand man of Hades. He is being brought back for interrogation.