-Venture to Japan-
Night time, 13th November, 2018
OIA Special Agent Klark Hudson
Unknown location, somewhere inside the Hakone Forest
"Ramirez, look up that left Side! Left side!"
"Just who are these guys?!".
Gun fire lit the woods as four figures clad Completely black ran around in a lethal dance of death, shooting precise headshots at unsuspecting enemies.
One of the soldiers in black leaned against a tree to dodge a salvo from one of his enemies. The Quad-nods mounted on his High Cut helmet, glowing in a blue tone, illuminating his view. On his Plate carrier, the flag of the Osean federation.
"B, here Hudson. Take Neil and flank these assholes from the right, Jason and I will take them from the left", Hudson threw a new magazine into his MK-18 and locked the bolt. He looked over to the other OIA field agent and made a hand gesture, pointing to a rock formation.
Jason, the Agent nodded in agreement and racked the charging handle of his AK Alpha.
"Let's do this, i'm tired of this fucking place".
"You can say that again", replied Hudson and nodded one last time before bolting towards the rock formation.
"Klark, we're on position. I'm counting seven no, nine hostiles".
"Rog, i got visual. You two take four, we take the other five. On my mark". Hudson began counting down.
Jason flicked off the safety of his rifle and aimed. "Two, one, ice em".
First Suppressed gunshots, then pained and confused Screams, and then nothing.
"Captain, north half of the forest up to the forest is clear. UAV is showing no Hostiles. Where the hell are you?".
"Hudson? We're on our way. 2 mikes", replied Mitchell as he urged the others to pack their stuff.
"Move it people, we ain't having all night here".
Trigger gently woke Cossette up in order to get moving. "Cossette, wake up. We're leaving", he said while gently shaking her shoulder. The princess stirred a little in response and muttered something along the lines of, "I wanna sleep", and then fell back into her slumber again.
Trigger frowned and thought of something before a devious smirk crossed his face as he rubbed his hands together. "Cossette my love, if you don't wake up i'm going to tickle you".
She immediately bolted upwards with her eyes widened up to comical proportions. "You wouldn't dare", she said while glaring at him.
"Try me", he countered challenging.
The two glared at each other with shit eating grins when both heads shot over to the door when it suddenly opened.
"Get your asses up. We're leaving", shouted Mitchell as he glared at the two. "What the actual fuck are you doing?", he asked in a horrified tone as he slowly inched away. Shaking his head in an attempt to get these pictures out of his head, he moved to the lobby of the Hotel. "Everybody, get your shit! We're Oscar Mike in 2, take the two prisoners with you. Rally on me".
"Eye sir!"
An hour later:
Nans and Dawson walked through the bushes of the Hakone Forest and scanned their perimeters for any unusual activity, such as heavily armed soldiers hunting them. Aiming his rifle in every direction, he spotted one of these "unusual" things.
Nans went onto one knee and held his fist up, signaling to Dawson to stop.
He gestured with two fingers to his eyes and then pointed them to the rifle barrel poking out behind the tree in front of him.
Dawson nodded and aimed his M-110 at the tree. "Three Strikes...", Whispered Nans as loud as he could and waited for a response. As nothing came for several seconds, Dawson made himself ready to send a round into the figure behind the tree.
"Didn't kill Harling". Dawson sighed and flicked the safety back on and pointed his rifle away.
"Agent? Y'all are okay?", Asked Nans, but jumped as three operators in black appeared around them.
"Pfff, bloody OIA show-offs", retorted Dawson and got onto his feet. Hudson just smirked behind the balaclava in response.
"There's a Highway about 200 meters from here", chimed in Brandon, one of the OIA agents.
Meanwhile Nans keyed his PTT in order to contact Mitchell and to give him a heads up about everything. "Cap, we found the OIA boys. They're saying there's a Highway about 200 meters from here".
"Copy that, Visual confirmed by UAV. Hold tight boys. We're on our way", replied Mitchell over the Radio.
With Mitchell:
Mitchell closed the Admin pouch on his Plate carrier and looked up into Matteo's eyes. "Lieutenant?", Mitchell asked.
Matteo nodded in response.
"Alright. Three strikes, you keep an eye on your princess. Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid", Trigger eyes widened as he suddenly was transported back to Fort Grays Island.
Mitchell snapped with his fingers, effectively throwing Trigger out of his daydream again. "Hey, Nick. Can you hear me? NICK?".
Trigger shook his head wildly to get the pictures of Knocker Glaring at him out of his head.
"Y... Yeah Yeah, i'm here".
Mitchell eyes loomed over Trigger for a second longer before diverting to the rest of the contingent. "The rest, keep the civis safe and secure your sectors. Keep your eyes up and heads down. Japs, this is your home, guide us through".
Itami nodded defiantly and stood up. "Alright guys. Move".
Some time later, the whole group moved as one towards the marked Rally point to meet up with the rest of the team.
They moved as one, securing their sectors and keeping the civilians in the center. Mitchell handed Trigger one of the rifles he got from the unknown attackers. The two attackers wich where captured where also with them. Sabrina had a nice little talk with the Russian operator and got valuable intel from him. The other guy remained silent.
Flashback:
"Govori, ili tebe zakhochetsya umeret'", (Talk, or i'm going to make you wish for death), threatened Sabrina. The russian again tried to spit on her but missed since she was prepared this time.
"bol'shaya oshibka", (Big mistake), She said with a wicked grin. The grin was so twisted and just wrong that it sent shivers down the russians spine.
Nans and Elmar stood outside the door, to guard it. Not from anyone escaping, but to not let anyone intervene. As hard as it was, listening to the russian's screams of terror and Pain, they had directed orders from Mitchell to let her be.
Nans turned to Elmar, who was almost puking his guts out, "Hudson would be proud", Nans said jokingly.
Flashback End
Elmar threw weary looks at Sabrina while walking, never did he know, someone this innocent looking was capable of horrors like these he listened to back there. The Russian made a big circle around Sabrina, keeping as much distance from her as possible without leaving the group.
"Sabrina what the hell did you do to this poor bastard?", asked Motorola, who has also heard the screams while walking by the door, seeing both terrified soldiers standing guard.
The other Prisoner wasn't faring any better. Seeing the Russian holding onto the brink of his life made him think about his behavior around Sabrina.
Suddenly the whole formation stopped as Mitchell went onto one knee and held a fist up. "12 o'clock", he simply said and pointed his rifle at what ever was there.
"Nans, where are you right now?", Mitchell asked over the radio as silently as possible. The figure seemingly noticing them and going for Cover. It was still early morning so there wasn't much light around.
"We might have a little problem over here, possible enemy contact", Groaned Nans.
"What do you see?", asked Mitchell and waved his hand in the air.
"A large group of people, armed and... the hell, their first man is... waving?". The confusion in Nans' voice gave Mitchell a little chuckle, "Yeah that's us. Stand down".
"Oh fuck... copy, holding the line".
Mitchell walked up to Nans and gave him a fist bump and a nod. Then looked over to Hudson and gave him too a nod. The agent nodded back and pointed to a illuminated area where a streetlight was clearly visible through the vegetation.
"There's a highway up ahead, we could hear voices... so there're probably more of them", informed Hudson and scanned the group. His gaze landed on the beaten and horrified russian soldier. "The hell happened to him?", he asked.
The only response he got was a smirk from Sabrina. Hudson immediately caught on and also smirked darkly. "I'm proud of you Vostok", he said.
"Alright... so, what we're gonna do now?", asked Mitchell, pulling Hudson's attention back to himself.
"The best thing to do now is probably ambush them and steal their vehicles to get back through the Gate".
"How do you know that they have vehicles?", asked Itami with an raised eyebrow.
"Did you hear any Helos? Because i didn't and these guys sure as hell didn't look like Para-Troopers to me", answered Hudson defiantly.
Itami grinned sheepishly and stepped back again.
"How're the VIPs?". Hudson looked at Princess Piña and Bozes, both looking tired and slightly... drunk.
"Yeah they got one to much", Chimed in Trigger with a stupid Smirk.
"What about your VIP?", asked Hudson after directing his attention to Trigger.
"A little shaken, but overall Okay", Replied Trigger while squeezing Cossette's hand reassuringly. Hudson nodded approvingly and turned towards Mitchell again. "Alright Captain, what's the next move?".
Mitchell looked into Hudson's eyes, then into Matteo's and nodded. "Let's take these Victors and leave this god for saken place". Both leaders nodded at that and everyone readied their respective weapons.
"Sabrina, Elmar. You stay here. The rest, spread out along the tree line. On my mark, we'll sent these bastards back to what ever god they believe in".
"What? Why me?", asked Sabrina offended.
"Because these two", Mitchell pointed at the two Prisoners, "Are scared as hell of you. So they won't try anything. And the Japs are also here to give you some company".
"Fine", sabrina said reluctantly and crossed her arms.
Once set Up, Hudson and Matteo waited for Mitchell's sign to engage the hostile soldier in front of them, they saw eight soldiers roaming around four Vans. Some where smoking, others checked their weapons and again others where just staring into the wide void of the morning sky.
"Fire"
-Fort Harling Defense-
Falmart Calendar, 1291
Captain Fillipe Antonie Mrkos-D'Blanc
Tac name: Mrkos II
Call sign: Tiger-1
Fort Harling Defense Squadron "Tiger"
"Tiger squadron Scramble, we have enemy air units in the air". Fillipe jumped out of his bunk and put on his G-Suit. After grabbing his helmet he ran up to the Hangars where his newly assigned Mig-29 Fulcrum was already waiting. It's missiles just waiting to intercept something.
It wasn't even a day since he got assigned to the special region and there he was going on his first Sortie. His Mig-31 got taken away and he was instead given a Mig-29 Fulcrum. The Foxhound was to "hungry" they said.
He knew that he will fight alongside Three strikes again, after seeing his performance in the rare Times they where engaged with each other and later united against the UAVs and Arsenal bird, the Erusian Pilot held great respect for the Osean Ace. After confirmation came that Mihaly was also downed by him, he knew, there was nothing and no one who could stop Three strikes accept a Pilot of his own Caliber.
Doing a last hasty pre-flight check and pulling all the safety pins, Fillipe jumped into Cockpit and threw on the engines.
"Tiger-1 to tower, Taxiing to runway", he said into the radio as he released the breaks.
"Tiger-2 Taxiing", came the voice of his Wingman. He was Osean. The whole Tiger Squadron was a fucked up mix of Osean and Erusian Pilots. All of them besides Fillipe weren't really trained or experienced in intercept sorties.
"Tiger-3 Taxiing".
"Tiger squadron, you got permission to take-off. Runway's clear. Afterwards, link to AWACS Shockwave", said the ATC operator.
Fillipe acknowledged and rolled his Fulcrum to the start of the runway.
With Tiger squadron, a Bunch of AWACS planes also came through the Gate, though only the Navy's smaller E-2 D Hawkeyes, they still had a powerful radar and could see far beyond the Horizon. A lot of AWACS operators also came through from Both Erusia and Osea.
Pushing the Throttle forward, the Mig exhilarated forward. "Tiger-1 Lift-off Confirmed, altitude restrictions lifted. Good hunting Tiger squadron.
The fighter shuddered slightly as Fillipe flew through a cloud. "Tiger Squadron, we have multiple Bogeys approaching from the south-southwest, bearing 1-8-5, identify Bogeys then engage if necessary", informed Shockwave.
"Copy Shockwave. Confirming visual on Bogeys. Tiger Squadron, let's give them a little flyby". Fillipe's voice was firm and held an air of authority.
"Tiger-2 engaging".
"Tiger-3 Copies, engaging".
"Tiger-4 copy all, engaging".
Fillipe Engaged the afterburner and closed the distance between him and the bogey rapidly. Once in closer proximity he managed to somewhat make out the silhouette. It didn't look like a plane he ever saw.
Flying by in close proximity to his Bogey, his eyes widened. This was no plane, it was a Dragon.
"Holy Shit! Shockwave, this is a Dragon, and it has a fucking Rider!", yelled Fillipe in surprise and shock.
"Doesn't matter, shoot them all down. Don't let them approach the Base", ordered Shockwave.
"Ah shit...", Fillipe muttered under his breath, "What did i get myself into".
"Tiger-1, are we free to engage?", asked Tiger-3.
Fillipe thought for a second longer about how messed up this situation was and remembered, this wasn't the strangest thing he saw Flying in his career as a fighter Pilot.
"Tiger squadron engage", He ordered and made a U-turn. He selected the R-27 IR guided Missile and tried to get a lock... there was no tone as he shot past the Dragon again. Instead, in the rear view mirror he saw the Dragon firing its fire at his plane. In an attempt to not get cooked alive, he rolled his plane upside down and pulled the stick hard backwards, sending his Mig into a steep dive, before making a High-G turn and leveling the aircraft. With another hard pull on the stick he send himself now in a steep climb and with that behind the Dragon.
"Tiger-1 Guns Guns Gun", he informed and squeezed the trigger. The 30mm rounds tour through the Dragon and sent it plummeting down to the Ground alongside its rider.
"Shockwave, IR guidance is no factor here. These things have no IR signature that is strong enough for a solid lock. We have to use Guns or Radar guidance".
"Copy that Tiger-1, keep engaging until hostiles are no factor".
"Tiger-1 copy all. All Tigers, engage".
After some more flying and Dogfighting the Dragons, the skies where once again clear of any hostiles.
"Tiger squadron, all hostiles are no factor. great work, RTB", praised the AWACS operator.
Fillipe knew this wasn't the end. He just had it in his guts that there is still something coming.
"Tiger squadron, Negative on RTB. Stay in the air and head for Itallica. The place is marked on your HUDs. Ground forces are being attacked by more enemy air units. Establish air superiority and protect the Grunts".
"Tiger-1 copy all. Heading for Itallica. Tiger squadron, on me".
The Tiger squadron engaged their Afterburners and bolted with Mach 2 towards Itallica.
-Venture to Japan-
Night time, 13th November, 2018
Captain John Mitchell, Basilisk Squad
Unknown location, somewhere inside the Hakone Forest
The last suppressed Gunshot fell and the last hostile soldier collapsed to the ground with a hole in his head. The firefight was brief, if you can call it a fire fight. It was more akin to an execution.
"All hostiles down. Secure the victors. Move it", Mitchell's voice rang through the radios in his usual firm and authoritative tone. Not even seconds later, two of the OIA operators stood up followed by some of the Erusian commandos.
"Victor's secured. Everything clear. Get the VIPs and the Japs".
Mitchell nodded from his position and keyed his PTT, "Sabrina, you can come now".
"Wilco Cap", she responded and rallied the group up. "On your feet ladies, we're Oscar Mike", she said in her Mitchell tone, getting a deadpanned look from Elmar. "The captain, really?", he said.
"I said Move it you maggot", Sabrina ordered. Her sudden outburst making elmar jump into action and bolting towards where the others where.
"Alright ladies, listen up. We have these vans and only these here. No time for picking sitting partners. Sabrina, Erusians and myself go into the last van. The other ones spread out".
The Drive to Tokyo was uneventful... except for the fact that the Russian prisoner was executed by Sabrina.
"You're going to tell me everything you know about this whole situation here", Ordered Mitchell as he stared into the now known as American prisoners eyes.
"Fuck you", he snarled back.
Mitchell sighed and shook his head, "How can he make it look this easy?", he asked Sabrina, emphasizing on Hudson's interrogation tactics.
The Yuktobanian just shrugged nonchalant. "What now?", she added quickly.
He wants to play... but i don't", Mitchell said, emitting the same sickening smirk from Sabrina like before when was about to torture the Russian.
"Don't you dare, not in here", warned Mitchell, "Open the doors", He ordered. "Y'all hold onto something", he said the the other inhabitants of the Van as Sabrina opened the two back doors.
"Bring him", Mitchell ordered, on that Sabrina picked up the Russian soldier and set him up at the opening, facing her.
"Talk, or i'll kill you both here and now". Mitchell put up his most intimidating tone but it didn't help. The american just scoffed and chuckled at his threat.
"You think i'm bluffing?", asked Mitchell with an raised eyebrow.
"I don't think, I know, you're bluffing. You need us".
Mitchell smiled at the words and without any words just turned to Sabrina, "Your turn", he ordered. Sabrina grinned and faced the russian soldier while pulling her 9mm out of her holster.
"Nierd Nierd nierd", the russian begged, "Please... d... don't do this", he added with a broken accent and terrified face.
"Pff, i hate when they beg", Sabrina said and pulled the trigger, sending the russian soldier out of the van and plummeting down onto the street.
"Now you, tell me everything, from who you are up to who pays your checks. Or you can visit your friend back there in the afterlife".
The American looked terrified and gulped at Sabrina's grin. He now knew, these guys weren't fooling around. "I don't need you, or him. Y'all just make the job of the OIA easier on getting intel when we bring you in alive. This doesn't mean we can't find out stuff another way. I can kill you right now and no one would care, i bet these Soldiers behind me would even pay me to get revenge for their two comrades", He said and pointed to the Erusians behind him. "Am right Matteo?", he asked over his shoulder, getting a, "Just one minute with this asshole, give me just one minute".
"Alright... alright, i'll talk. But only under one condition", the American began but Mitchell cut him off, "The only condition i grant you is that i won't shoot you on the spot".
The American breathed in deeply, shaking heavily as he did. "Fine, what do you want to know?".
A/N:
Hey there, wassup gang. Hope y'all having a great day or evening or... you know the drill.
Yes! Yes i used the Name shockwave Okay? Yes it is from Transformers but... eh. Shit happens, right? (Pls don't sue me)
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Wing Zero 032- Well, as i explain Knocker is pissed because the incident with Trigger caused some major issues with all of For Grays air base. His and Clown's lifes where turned upside down and as far as i know, only clown stood up to Trigger
As you probably read above this here, i addressed your reviews from Chap-17 and included your Character. I hope you're happy with it. If there's any problems, just say it, i'm open.
You're getting ahead of even me lol. Yes there will be repercussions for attacking the diplomatic mission but it will be fused with another major Fuck up on Japan's side
Thanks for reading, see y'all in the next one!