Be Advised: This is going to be more of a cutscene than a playable mission because this will be a slight break from the action. Especially after coming out of the insanity of both Operation Forever Winter and No Russian.
10:45:47, Shadow Company Headquarters, Tucson, Arizona, United States of America, while the airplane phase of No Russian was in progress, Shadow Company got a secured email about a lunch meeting their best client, who they only refer to as "Unseen Handler", wanted to set up in their home turf. Commander Oscar Xavier 'Oxide' Longstride, the acting CEO of Shadow Company in Commander Phillip Graves' absence, called in Lieutenant Commander Helen Lennox (Monica Barbaro), the second CFO of Shadow Company's history after the late Lieutenant Commander Finn Erikson, and Chief Warrant Officer 5 Perry Ridgefield (Travis Tope), the next leading Chief Warrant Officer of Shadow Company after Chief Warrant Officer 5 Denholm 'Denny' Vance's passing, for preparations before the presidential powwow.
Helen: *opens door* *knocks on door* Commander Oxide?
Perry: Boss?
Oxide: Come in. We got another big one, guys.
[door closes]
Perry: The Unseen Handler?
Oxide: Has he really become that predictable now?
Perry: Well, I guess he is right about us. We are the best group of heavily armed red tape cutters in the business.
Oxide: *tilts head* You ain't kidding. Anyway, you're right. He wants to meet us in the city for another contract.
Helen: Wait. Tucson itself?
Oxide: Yeah, I'm just as perplexed as you are. But if he's personally coming to our home for a powwow, then it must be more serious than before.
Helen: Shit. Have we compromised... *looks around* you know... (Sign Language) Rogue Team?
Oxide: I reviewed and wiped all cam footage showing any signs of us mentioning them this week, don't worry. The only ones who know about them are still the people in this room.
[Helen exhales]
Perry: Thank God. So, what do you think is the meet about, Commander?
Oxide: Could be another job in the Middle East. Could be something new. Both are conjecture. Didn't say any specifics except for the time and location. Read now before I destroy it. Hell of a choice to come out of hiding, you two.
Helen: I'm no jingoist by any means regardless of how cash money war is for the company, but I think the West is gonna need us anytime now. *pulls out printed satellite imagery* Our whiz kids and I got these from a discreetly hacked C.I.A. satellite. One terrorist attack on a probably officially nonexistent prison camp in The Alps and another one in Moscow's busiest international airport.
Oxide: Now, why haven't we heard— Oh. Wouldn't surprise me if O.G.A.'s trying to delay the story as much as possible for the Deep State. Well, it's a good thing we expected this day to come sooner or later. Still, I'm worried sick about the both of you. Eyes and ears everywhere. Once the Deep State comes in knocking, it's gonna get real unpleasant fast.
Helen: Such is life, sir.
Perry: Such is life.
Oxide: *tries not to laugh* John Wick: Chapter 4. *laughs*
[Helen and Perry laugh]
Oxide: Okay, let's set up the meet.
--
Ready Or Not
August 27th, 2026 - 12:00:13
LCMDR. Helen Lennox
Shadow Company, United States Secret Service
Tucson, AZ, United States of America
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Over in Locale Neighborhood Italian Restaurant, one of the best Italy-themed bistros in Tucson, Helen, Oxide and Perry met with Unseen Handler. Who was revealed to be President Donald John Trump in the flesh.
As the VIPs get started, the Shadow Company and United States Secret Service security teams start working in unison.
Helen, Oxide and Perry: *salute* Mr. President.
President Trump: Oscar Longstride, Helen Lennox, Perry Ridgefield, it's good to see you. Please.
[Helen, President Trump, Oxide and Perry sit down]
Oxide: Have we become such influences to you? Your email's good in terms of... secrecy or something like that.
President Trump: *chuckles* Ah, maybe. I wish I could show you this full picture I got, but my military advisors strongly recommended high discretion. *smirks*
Oxide: *slightly nods* I see. Well, what's the other agenda of this powwow?
President Trump: Just another contract for you in the Middle East. You did well undoing that abysmal withdrawal from Afghanistan. Can you give Hamas the same treatment you gave the Taliban and rescue all their hostages?
Oxide: LT Commander? Chief?
Helen: About time. I believe that deadly circus has gone on for long enough.
Perry: I'd say the fun never stops, but this conflict isn't exactly fun or funny. Can't wait to finally put a stop to this.
President Trump: Can it be done?
Oxide: It can, sir. Ever since the intensification of the Israeli-Palestinian Conflict almost three years ago, we've been simulating a rescue mission and a hunting trip to the West Bank and the Gaza Strip more times than I can remember.
Sandman: Too bad you won't be there to help.
Oxide: Wait. Sandman?!
First Sergeant Warren 'Sandman' Forsing (William Fichtner) himself with two other members of Metal Team who currently see things his way, Master Sergeant Isaiah 'Truck' Edison (voiced and played by his original VA: Idris Elba) and Master Sergeant Terrence 'Grinch' O'Hara (voiced and played by his original VA: Timothy Olyphant), crashed the get-together and hold President Trump at gunpoint. And they were not acting alone as the Secret Service Agents turned all of their guns toward all Shadow Company Mercenaries in the AO.
And before any counter-attack could be thought of as Helen, Oxide and Perry got up and drew their sidearms, with Shadow 7-4 having her Glock 19 Gen 5 in her purse the whole time, Truck and Grinch reveal a blessing that tipped the odds in their favor.
Grinch: *pulls out iPad* You see this? It's an armed Reaper's live feed above your heads.
Truck: Anything happens to us or these good agents, all of you, here and now, boom. Gone. And Shadow Company will be framed for the murder of President Donald Trump.
Grinch: So I suggest you put your weapons away and sit the fuck back down. You got five seconds.
Oxide: *sighs* Stand down. No gambling. *holsters Glock 19 Gen 5* *sits down*
[Helen and Perry holster their Glock 19 Gen 5s and sit down]
Sandman: Good. Mama Watcher's gonna like this.
[Oxide rolls his eyes]
[Perry shakes his head]
Helen: Ugh, gross.
Sandman then placed a printed order on the table and explained.
Sandman: By order of the Central Intelligence Agency, Shadow Company is required to meet Special Agent Kate Laswell in the penthouse suite of JW Marriott Tucson Starr Pass Resort. You have until 13:15. You do NOT wanna know the consequences of failure.
Perry: Can they seriously pull a High Table on us, sir?
Oxide: Unfortunately, yes. The order is signed by the Director of National Intelligence. Giving the C.I.A. the U.S. Government's sanction and blessing to do whatever it wants to its targets with zero accountability... and 100 percent plausible den— *punches printed order*
Grinch: Don't even bother ordering an evac.
Truck: We have more than enough Reapers on station to blow Shadow Company HQ sky fucking high. *chuckles*
Sandman: Clock's ticking, Shadows. What's the call?
Oxide: Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go, team. Mr. President.
Helen and Perry: Mr. President.
President Trump: I'm real sorry. I should've tried to come here alone, or at least use the Counter Assault Team instead.
Secret Service TL: Let's go, Mr. President. This meeting is adjourned.
Oxide: Don't worry about it, sir. Just stay safe.
13:11:38, JW Marriott Tucson Starr Pass Resort, as expected, Special Agent Kate Laswell was not physically around and was only present via video call on a laptop because of safety and paranoia reasons, especially after learning that Shadow 7-4 and Shadow 6-2 were still alive. But Captain John 'Soap' MacTavish, Captain John Price, Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley and Lieutenant Kyle Garrick did inhabit the penthouse suite personally.
Before Laswell could start the new forced meeting, Oxide and Perry already sensed evil trouble judging by the amount of lit cigars, cigarettes and glasses of Scotch on the rocks in the room, and the direction of the eyes of the Task Force 141 Operators. So they kept Helen close and in between themselves and got ready.
Laswell: *smiles* Commander Oscar Xavier Longstride. And Staff Sergeant Helen Lennox and Sergeant First Class Perry Ridgefield? A late, good friend of my aunt always told me there's no such thing as truth. There's only what you choose to believe. And ever since I decrypted that newspaper on Valeria's dead body, I figured you people would be too vengeful to kill yourselves. I stopped believing in official records a long time ago. Officially, you two are dead. And yet, here you are. Which means the idea of Staff Sergeant James Ramirez lives on. Destroying everything it touches. And you, the three of you, corrupt the world with even the shit air you breathe. We've indulged these fucking conspiracy theories and theorists for long enough.
Captain Price: *scoffs* The Western Hemisphere Standoff.
Kyle: Special Agent Kate Laswell's Dirty Laundry? *chuckles* You Yanks are embarrassing yourselves on the world stage.
Laswell: Now, I never said that my appointed time was for this talk. 13:15 of the 27th of August, 2024 is the time my patience for you runs out.
[distant explosions]
13:15:00, Watcher shared the POVs of her C.I.A. MQ-9 Reapers as they rained down several AGM-114 Hellfires on Shadow Company Headquarters, killing every Mercenary the PMC has.
[Helen gasps, covers her mouth, and cries]
[Oxide and Perry clench their fists]
Laswell: Feel free to convince me all you want. Because if Graves really is dead, then Shadow Company has just joined him. And all of you are not even average Americans, Australians or Canadians anymore. You are now enemies of mankind at large. Occupying the top of the world's most wanted lists. And the judgment is death.
[Operator 1911 fire]
Oxide and Helen: PERRY!
Captain Price executed Chief Warrant Officer 5 Perry Ridgefield and broke Oxide's legs and brought him to his knees. And Shadow 7-4 was disarmed and undressed by Kyle and Metal Team as they carried her to the bed to be gangraped.
[Oxide painfully grunts]
Helen: ARGH!
Sandman: Don't try it! Come on! Let it happen, baby!
[Helen painfully moans]
Oxide: GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF—
[Captain Price blinds Oxide's right eye with his cigar]
[Oxide painfully screams and cries]
Laswell: Aww, what's the matter? Wishing it was just you instead? Well, too bad. You're gonna have to think why it wasn't now, and maybe you too can benefit from this conversation. But not here. Say "Hi" to Grace Cameron for me!
[Captain Price blinds Oxide's left eye with another cigar]
Oxide: *painfully screams* THIS IS NOT THE END!
[Operator 1911 fire]
After some salt on the wound, Bravo 6 finished Commander Oscar Xavier 'Oxide' Longstride. He then grabbed the laptop and helped Laswell enjoy the ongoing sexual show.
Helen: OXIDE! NOOOO—
[Kyle muffles Helen as she cries]
Kyle: *moans* What was that, Yank bitch? Were you trying to say something?
Helen: *gasps* THIS IS NOT THE—
[Kyle muffles Helen]
Truck: Repeat your last, slut? *laughs*
[Captain Price, Kyle, Sandman, Truck, Grinch and Laswell laugh]
Helen: *gasps* THIS IS NOT—
Sandman: *muffles Helen* (sarcastically) I'm sorry. Maybe one more time? *laughs*
Helen: THIS IS NOT THE END!
[Captain Price, Kyle, Sandman, Truck, Grinch and Laswell laugh]
Laswell: Well, unfortunately for you, my pig ugly friend, this IS the end. And I intend to make it as slow and painful as possible. Have a nice life. Whatever's left of it anyway.
Kyle: Soap, Ghost, feel free to hop in. Ms. Lennox is nice and warm. *moans*
Sandman: Tight and soft, too. With great packages. Just the way you like your women. *moans*
[Helen painfully moans]
[door opens]
Surprisingly, instead of getting a piece of the hot chick action, Soap left the penthouse suite in a hurry. Ghost followed him immediately because he had never seen his CO and best friend refuse a chance to play with a beautiful woman before.
Ghost: Johnny. Hey, you alright, mate?
Soap: Yeah. Well... ah, I don't know. It's just...
Ghost: Just what?
Soap: I don't feel so good about what we have right now. What we're doing.
Ghost: But raping bad guy women hasn't stopped you before.
Soap: I know. But maybe I'm growing out of it or something like that. Or maybe— If we simply kill every Shadow here, including her, it's already game over for them. Why add this extra step?
Ghost: Are you saying the rape isn't necessary, sir?
Laswell: The rape of the CFO of Shadow Company is the point, Hotel Team.
Watcher was the first person to notice Hotel 6 and Hotel 7's unexpected exit from the scene and suddenly called them over the comms in response.
Soap: Watcher, with respect, I don't really see how laying waste to Shadow Company and raping its last living Mercenary will get us closer to killing Ramirez and his crew. Are we even sure they're still alive?
Laswell: I understand your concern, Soap. So let me help. This combat tour isn't to kill Ramirez and everyone he cared about. It's to kill his ideas. Ideas that will turn our allies into enemies. And our enemies into aggressors.
Ghost: The Western Hemisphere Standoff and Special Agent Kate Laswell's Dirty Laundry. But it's been four years since those ideas became public knowledge. What have they done to our allies and enemies so far? What's changed?
Laswell: I wish I knew for sure, Ghost. If we find Ramirez and his friends alive, we'll ask.
[Soap shakes his head]
Ghost: Roger. Just give us a minute, Watcher. *turns comms off*
[Soap turns his comms off]
Ghost: Having doubts? Second thoughts?
Soap: I don't know if I can share what I want to say without getting into serious trouble. But if I don't, I'll lose my shit and they'll know something's wrong. And you know I can't lie as well as you, Simon.
Ghost: Alright, Johnny. Whenever we can, we'll talk somewhere discreet. Just the two of us. Would that help?
Soap: Yeah. Thanks, Ghost.
Ghost: You know I got your back, Soap.
Hotel Team then got out of the resort to get some fresh air and buy something from a nearby store. As they made it back, Laswell dropped a bombshell that shook Captain Price to his core.
Laswell: Is everything alright, Hotel?
Soap: Yeah, Watcher, we're cool.
Laswell: Good. Because I just got some bad news. Makarov is out.
Captain Price: Say again, Laswell?
Laswell: Makarov is OUT. He's on the move, John.
Captain Price: Finish up and get dressed! Get us exfil! Get us exfil now, Kate!
Laswell: Already did.
[door opens]
Soap: You heard Watcher and the Captain, mates, let's move!
Helen: And away we go. You have no idea what's coming.
Soap: (quietly) I'm sorry.
Ghost: (quietly) I'm sorry.
At around the same time as the completion of Operation Lethal Passenger, Watcher lets Task Force 141 know that Makarov is free and in the wind. So Kyle, Sandman, Truck and Grinch ejaculate inside and all over Helen, get dressed, and leave JW Marriott Tucson Starr Pass Resort with Captain Price.
But before leaving with them, it turns out that Soap and Ghost bought some HIV (Human Immunodeficiency Virus) meds and a morning-after pill for Shadow 7-4. Helen is stunned by Hotel Team's quiet act as she vomits, takes the tablets and hits the showers.
However, there is no time to think about it as she grabs her clothes and gun, gets to an ATM (Automated/Automatic Teller Machine) and finds out that her bank account is already locked by the C.I.A., steals a casual outfit and a car, returns to her police-and-Secret-Service-surrounded house, digs a telescopic case out of her backyard garden, reaches Tucson International Airport, and sees that Air Force One and Unseen Handler are still there. She then swipes an airport ground crew uniform and sneaks on board to reach President Trump.
Helen: (quietly) Thank you, Rogue Team. Mr. President, sir. Shh.
[President Trump looks back and quietly gets surprised]
Helen: (quietly) Bathroom. Bring your overcoat.
[door closes]
President Trump: (quietly) What's going on?
Helen: (quietly) The C.I.A. came knocking. They had drones blow up Shadow Company HQ and everyone in it. And Task Force 141 killed Oxide and Perry and raped me. Tried to let AIDS kill me, too, but I'm okay now.
President Trump: (quietly) Oh, my God. I'm terribly sorry.
Helen: (quietly) So am I, Mr. President. But they would all die for nothing if you don't see this. Captain Vladimir Makarov, the Ultranationalist Inner Circle leader himself, escaped prison twelve hours ago and committed a terrorist attack in Moscow's busiest airport less than six hours later.
President Trump: (quietly) Oh, no. The Russians just informed me that the United Kingdom, Canada and Australia are the ones responsible for it. They found the bodies of Roach, Rook, Knight, Meat and Royce. Did the C.I.A. recover their remains for this moment?
Helen: (quietly) That would be our best guess, sir. Makarov wants World War 3.
President Trump: (quietly) And the Russians accepted the fact that it was Makarov but declared war anyway because they believed the Australians, Canadians and British supplied the Inner Circle.
Helen: (quietly) Unfortunately, that's not the only problem. With how the Russo-Ukrainian War went, the Russian forces en route to Australia, Canada and the U.K. won't last a week. The Kremlin will authorize nuclear options the moment they see that they're losing. If those nukes are well-maintained, it's game over for all four nations. If they aren't, Russia's gonna nuke itself into oblivion. Either way, countless innocent people are gonna die.
President Trump: (quietly) Then it's time. Let me find a way to get you back to them.
Helen: (quietly) No need, sir. I have an exit and a way back. Just leave word, and we'll get it done. *gives telescopic case to President Trump*
President Trump: (quietly) Make the Deep State pay for everything. Godspeed, Rogue Team.
[Helen salutes]
