Be Advised: This is going to be another short mission because it is nothing more than an action-packed rescue op. The only changes that can be made are some details and character appearances and disappearances.
17:00:16, Outskirts of Madrid, Task Force 141 FaceTimes Shepherd, who already has Laswell's present whereabouts.
Kyle: This is proof of life.
Captain Price: Where did this come from?
Shepherd: Afghanistan. The morons geotagged the video on Twitter. And I just had ISR over the country. It showed numerous Al-Qaeda and Taliban vehicles waiting around all over Route 606. That roadway will take 'em home.
Sandman: Shit. If they get her underground there, we'll lose her for good.
Captain Price: We'll lead the rescue team.
Shepherd: That's not gonna happen, John.
Kyle: Say again, General?
Shepherd: This is a tug of war, boys. We need to pull back, not lean forward.
Kyle: Since when?
Shepherd: Since now. We can't just send in the cavalry. These things take planning and preparation.
[distant helicopter rotor]
Captain Price: These things take violence and timing. I can do both. Kate's life is in a fuckin' hourglass.
Frost: (mentally) I'm sure you'd act like this all the same if the roles were reversed.
Shepherd: I know you're upset, Captain. This happened on your mission. That's a tough pill to swallow.
Captain Price: Are you telling me we leave her?
Shepherd: I'm telling you I can't help you... but I won't stop you.
Captain Price: I'll have her back in twelve hours.
Shepherd: Don't die doin' this, John. Laswell wouldn't want that. I don't either.
Kyle: General, I thought Kate was your friend.
Shepherd: War isn't about friends. It's about enemies. Good luck.
Captain Price: Sandman, Frost, wait. Sandman, I trust you more than any American who's not Kate. Which means I don't trust your subordinate. He can't come with us.
Frost: Well, that's an interesting development. Is this personal or professional?
Captain Price: This rescue mission is more important and dangerous than saving America. I don't need rooks on this one.
Frost: When you chose me for Task Force 141, you said you needed the best Delta Force has to offer. And despite your unexplained restrictions, I still gave you my best. Which makes me wonder. Were you really looking for the best? Or were you just looking for spec ops yes-men?
Captain Price: Fucking hell, I'm so tired of your shit! You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time!
Frost: Story of my life.
Sandman: THAT'S IT, WESTBROOK! You've disrespected Captain Price for the LAST TIME! YOU'RE OUT! Like we need another conspiracy theorist in 141!
Frost: Wha-What do you mean— Oh, I get it. In that case, count me out.
Sandman: We will, but not your MMG (medium machine gun) and grenade launcher! Give 'em to your commanding officers!
Frost: Seriously?! When is enough enough?!
Kyle: Frost, this bird doesn't have a Minigun or a rocket pod. You know we're gonna need them. Please.
Frost: *sighs* Fine then. *gives MK48 MOD 1 to Kyle* *gives M32A1 MSGL to Captain Price* But you three owe me for having to fill up a bunch of paperwork for them getting lost because the "best special ops unit in the world" demanded it.
Sandman: Our military should really make an exception to that. We wouldn't even be here without the best special ops unit in the world, whether you like it or not.
Frost: I don't find that shit true! I believe all spec ops units in the world are equally great! The fuck is this, high school?
[Sandman flips Frost off]
Kyle: We'd be going head to head with Al-Qaeda and the Taliban on their home turf. They're gonna have hundreds more keeping Laswell away from us. We need an army.
Captain Price: I can get us an army.
Sandman: And that's why you're the best, Captain.
[door opens]
Captain Price: Nik!
Nikolai: Where to?
November 1st, 2022 - 15:55:11, Route 606, Nimruz Province, Afghanistan, with help from Nikolai Abramovich and even Marshal Farah Karim and Agent Alex Keller themselves and the Afghan National Army Commando Corps, Captain Price, Kyle and Sandman find the Al-Qaeda/Taliban convoy that is taking Watcher to the Terrorists' HQ in the country. Once all ANA Commandos are set, Farah gives the signal to attack.
AFGHANISTAN
ANA Commando 1: (Dari) Marshal, Al-Qaeda and the Taliban are here.
Farah: (Dari) Copy, I see them. Go to the rally point and wait for us.
ANA Commando 1: (Dari) Yes, ma'am.
[UH-60V flies by]
Farah: Captain, it's Farah. It's time.
Captain Price: Rog'. Wheels down in one.
Alex: Shall we?
Farah: We shall, my dear.
Captain Price: Nik, convoy's inbound. We're on.
Nikolai: Copy that. Over the HLZ (helicopter landing zone) now.
Captain Price: Good. Set 'er down and hold. Gaz, you stay in the heli' and provide overwatch. Sandman and I will work our way up the line.
Kyle: Roger that. Let's thin the herd. Get Laswell back.
[Captain Price, Kyle and Sandman fist-bump]
[door opens]
Farah: Hey, old man.
Alex: Warren? No fucking way. *laughs*
Captain Price: Farah. Thanks for the assist.
Sandman: Alex, my brother. *hugs Alex* Good to see you're still fighting the real, good fight.
Farah: We share a common enemy.
Captain Price: And a friend in need. Are you ready?
Farah: All set. See you down the road.
Alex: No more Frost to babysit this time, huh, Sandman?
Sandman: Yeah, thank God. This should be fun.
Alex: Count on it.
Captain Price: All stations, we're on the move!
Farah and Alex: Copy.
Kyle: Rog'. Nik, *gives thumbs up* green to go.
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Violence And Timing
1st November, 2022 - 16:00:16
Lt. Kyle Garrick
Task Force 141, ANA Commando Corps, F.S.B., C.I.A. Special Activities Center
Route 606, Nimruz Province, Afghanistan
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Being an unarmed UH-60V Black Hawk in pursuit of this motorcade is not exactly helpful, despite having a British S.A.S. Operator with an MMG on board. As the Al-Qaeda and Taliban Terrorists quickly shoot it down with the weapon flares and chaffs cannot stop: the RPG-7V2.
Nikolai: (Russian) Fuck! (English) Al-Qaeda's firing RPGs at us!
[MK48 MOD 1 fire]
[RPG-7V2 fire]
Kyle: Fucking loads of 'em have good cover! Nik! Incoming!
Nikolai: Hold on!
[explosion]
Nikolai: (Russian) Fuck! (English) We're hit! LIEUTENANT!
Kyle: Fucking HELL!
Captain Price: Nik, what's your status?
Nikolai: Captain, Kyle fell out!
Captain Price: Say again?!
Nikolai: The Lieutenant! He's gone!
Kyle: I'm not dead, Nik! I'm hanging from a bloody rope!
Nikolai: (Russian) Holy shit!
[HK 433 fire]
Kyle: PULL UP! PULL UP!
Nikolai: Trying to!
Farah: Throwing Molotov!
[Molotov Cocktail ignition]
[Al-Qaeda Terrorists painfully scream]
[Taliban Terrorists painfully scream]
Kyle: Oh, shit, shit, SHIT!
Captain Price: Kyle, what's your status?!
Kyle: A little busy right now, Captain!
ANA Commando 2: (Dari) Rocket out!
[RPG-7V2 fire]
[explosion]
ANA Commando 2: YES!
Kyle: Nik! PULL UP! PULL UP! Holy FUCK!
Nikolai: (Russian) Shit! (English) More RPGs!
[P226 MK25 fire]
[explosion]
Nikolai: Outstanding, Kyle! WATCH OUT!
[explosions]
Kyle: There's a truck ahead! Get us over it!
Nikolai: I can try. Hang on. Lowering you now. Cut yourself loose.
Kyle: *cuts safety rope* I'm free!
Captain Price: Get back in the fight, Leftenant!
Alex: Convoy's getting away from us! We have to speed up!
Kyle: All stations, I secured a vehicle. Terrorist convoy's still in sight.
Captain Price: Solid copy, Kyle.
Sandman: Keep thinning the herd and push up to Laswell.
The good news is that Nikolai made his chopper stronger than expected with personal modifications. The bad news is that the explosion's shock wave has caused Bravo 7 to fall off and lose Frost's MK48 MOD 1.
But the safety rope does its job by saving Kyle's life. And he turns out to be even luckier because he still has his HK 433 and P226 MK25, and the Former F.S.B. Agent manages to help him get back in the fight by dropping him onto the roof of an empty Al-Qaeda troop transport truck.
Twenty intercepted enemy vehicles and hundreds of hunted Al-Qaeda and Taliban Terrorists later, the joint task force stops the Humvee that is holding Laswell dead in its tracks. But she surprises everyone by getting out of the vehicle herself and snapping an Al-Qaeda Terrorist's neck simultaneously.
[door opens]
[thud]
[Laswell elbow strikes and strangles the Al-Qaeda Terrorist with his own AK-47]
Kyle: Kate!
Farah: (Arabic) LET GO! DROP YOUR WEAPON!
Captain Price: Laswell, clear!
Sandman: Kate, move!
Laswell: NO! He's mine! *snaps Al-Qaeda Terrorist's neck*
Captain Price: Check it.
Kyle: All clear.
Alex: Kate. It's over. It's over.
Laswell: It's a family reunion.
Sandman: With the ones who really count.
Kyle: Wouldn't miss it.
Laswell: Farah. Alex.
Farah: Nice moves, Laswell.
Alex: Still got it.
Laswell: You too, all of you.
Captain Price: We're in Al-Qaeda/Taliban territory. We gotta get somewhere safe now.
Farah: Captain's right.
Alex: (Dari) Back to Kabul. I'll take point.
16:20:07, Outskirts of Kabul, after thanking Farah and Alex for helping Task Force 141, she shares what she has learned from her time in Al-Qaeda and the Taliban's custody.
[Laswell shakes Farah and Alex's hands]
Laswell: Farah, Alex, thank you.
Alex: Of course. Besides, we owed you one for protecting us from the Marine Raiders.
Farah: (English) We're even then. (Dari) May good luck find us all. (English) Until next time, Captain.
Sandman: (English) Keep fighting the good fight, (Dari) brother.
Alex: *smiles* (Dari) Look after yourselves now.
Farah: (Dari) Commandos, mount up! Let's go home!
Captain Price: Hey, I'm sorry. I-I couldn't let them—
Laswell: John, it's okay.
Captain Price: No, this was my fault. I should have never let them—
Laswell: John, stop. I'm fine.
Captain Price: Okay. *gives Glock 17 Gen 5 to Laswell*
Laswell: We got bigger problems. Missiles were never in Spain. The guidance systems were.
Captain Price: Guidance systems? Where the hell did they get those?
Laswell: Russians.
Captain Price: Fucking Inner Circle. Where are they now?
Laswell: They're on the missiles. And aside from Hadir, there's only one person who knows where to find them.
