In a cold dark room lies a small child on the ground. The child lays on the unforgiving concrete floor, then a door opens, the room that child is in is filled by a dim yellow light. It overwhelms the child's senses, blinding them. A tall figure then appears at the doorway,
"Here's the product," the tall figure announced in a harsh raspy voice.
"Are they male or female?" asked another person with a young man's voice, near the door.
"They're female," replies the tall figure.
"Good," the young man then walked into the dark room.
The small child looked up to the dark figure walking towards her, the dark figure then kneels in front of the child. The face of the figure was that of a young man, with menacing red hair that contrasted with his sinister yet handsome face. They take a good long look at the small child,
"How much does she cost?" inquired the figure near the child.
"Fifteen grand, no lower," said the figure near the door.
"I'll take her," then the figure stands and exits the room. With the door closing behind them.
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At 2110 hours, three helicopters fly in formation, in the middle of a rainy midnight city. The midnight rain pelted against the helicopter's armored shell, reminiscent of drums.
One of the three helicopters stood out to the other two, as it was armed to the teeth with four rocket pods and two gun pods as well as a turret, mounted underneath the cockpit with a different structure.
The other two are twin rotor helicopters with only two gun pods and a side turret on the right of the fuselage. As the helicopter's blades slice through the air, staying in formation. Inside two of the helicopters, are highly trained mercenaries, all donning military-est gear, with helmets covering their faces with five, each inside of the two helicopters.
As they approached a building, they could see several guards on patrol. It seemed to be warehouses near the port of the city.
"This is Foxtrot 12-2, we have visual on the building," said a mercenary donning black gear in a helicopter, "all units, you cleared hot to engage any targets when possible,"
"This is Alpha 2, A-firm," said another mercenary through the radio.
"Remember the objective, clear out any hostiles and secure any non-combatants," said Foxtrot 12-2.
"Aren't we forgetting something crucial?" asked Foxtrot 12-3.
"And capture the head of the ring, Hernando Menendez." Foxtrot 12-2 continued, "If he's there,"
The group arrives about 900 meters away from the designated location. The ten mercenaries disembarked from the helicopters by roping down onto the wet ground, making wet stomps once they made contact with the ground.
Once the mercenaries were on the ground, Foxtrot 12-2 hand signaled the helicopters to fall out and hang back. The three helicopters then exited the area and flew off into the night sky awaiting for their eventual success.
As the group of ten walked toward the warehouses, the relentless rain drummed against their helmets and body drenching them with the cold rain. As they continued, they enter an alleyway that leads towards the warehouses,
"All units, cloak up," said Foxtrot 12-2. Then in an instant all the mercenaries individually turn invisible to the eye, but there was a slight outline if one were to look hard enough.
12-2 continued, "Also a heads up, keep your cool,"
As they near the warehouses, all of Alpha 2 climbs up to an elevated position to overlook the area ahead. They could see some people patrolling a warehouse,
"Three ahead, forty-meters, carrying SMGs, with white tops," Alpha 2-1 says over the radio.
"Copy, mark targets," Foxtrot 12-2 acknowledges.
Then on the HUD of the BlackWatch operators, red markers are highlighted above the people ahead.
"Marked, you'll see'em," said Alpha 2-2.
"We see them," replied 12-2, "if you have a clear shot, take them out,"
"Copy," 2-1 responds back.
Then in an instant, sounds of suppressed gunshots ring out into the midnight rainy sky, with rain pelting the ground. The gunshots were unheard. The three people ahead dropped onto the wet ground.
Once the would-be threats are eliminated, Foxtrot 12 approaches and hides the lifeless bodies into a nearby garbage dumpster. As they walked back they found one of the entrances into the warehouse. The entrance was a blue double door with a single light above it,
"This is 12-2, to 2-1, we've found one entrance, we're going to proceed in, how copy?" said 12-2 over the radio.
"This is 2-1 to 12-2, copy we'll give overwatch, out," 2-1 replies back on the radio.
"A-firm, out," 12-2 replies.
"Okay we're moving in, Coast looks clear for now. Alpha 2, will keep an eye out for any targets," says Foxtrot 12-2.
Foxtrot 12-2's teammate looked at them and nodded. Foxtrot 12 then moves toward the door with Alpha team watching over the group.
"12-5, check the door," said 12-2.
"Copy," he replied back. He holstered his rifle and checked the double doors. He jangled the door knob and it was already unlocked.
"We're clear to move in," 12-5 replied back
"Okay then, let's move. And stay on your feet," 12-2 responded back.
As Foxtrot 12 entered the warehouse, they were greeted with wooden crates stacked upon each other haphazardly making a maze-like entrance. As they continued through the boxes, they were then assaulted by a smell that was unpalatable, as it penetrated through their sealed helmets. The air was thick and heavy with a strong odor of both fecal matter and urine permeating it, making each breath a difficult task. As they slowly entered more into the area, they entered what seemed like a corridor of sorts with doors barred with tiny slits at head height. As they approached the doors each had a number going from 1-10.
"This must be where they keep their 'products'" said 12-3, breaking the silence.
"Perhaps. For now, 12-3, 12-4, stay here and secure this area. 12-5, with me, we'll keep searching the area ahead," replied 12-2.
"Yes ma'am," said the three in unison.
Both Foxtrot 12-2 and 12-5 walk down another hallway in the building. As they walked down they pointed their rifles forward scanning the long hallway, their boots echoed on the hard floor beneath them. Contrasted with sounds of the rain rumbling against the windows destroying the echoing silence from within. The walls were painted with an unsettling red color that seemed to mock them as they passed, the dim lights from the ceiling, casted their shadow upon the floor. As they walked, they passed several doors, periodically they would hear cries of pain behind them. They wanted to try and interfere, but if they did, they could compromise the mission at hand, so for now they ignored them.
"12-2, should we check the doors?" inquired 12-5, breaking the silence.
12-2 stopped for a split second,
"Negative 12-5," she says back, woefully, "as it pains me to say. We need to stay focused on locating Menendez,"
Under 12-5's helmet he clenched his teeth and continued to follow 12-2 from behind. "Copy," he replies.
The two reach the end of the long corridor that reveals a door with a flower on it with it saying, 'Big Boss'. The two stack up near the door with the two on each side of it, 12-2 holsters her rifle and pulls out a M44 Stun Grenade from her pouches and signals 12-5 to open the door. He nods and checks the door, he slowly turns the handle to reveal it unlocked. He opens the door slightly adjacent. 12-2 unpins the grenade, while 12-5 prepares to kick the door open. 12-2 does a nod then 12-5 kicks the door open making a loud bang, 12-2 then throws the grenade into the room.
As it flew into the room, it hit the top of a desk inside. Inside was Menendez fondling a nude young woman on his chair. The grenade bounced onto the desk going right into Menendez's face and producing a loud and disorienting bang and blinding flash. The two entered the room with them having their rifles up pointing them at Menendez.
12-2 quickly went around the desk and pulled Menendez onto the ground, while 12-5 secured the young woman.
"Who the hell are you people?" Menendez shouts disoriented. 12-2 stays silent.
"I'll get my guys to kill you all, and take your heads as souvenirs!" He continued shouting, then 12-2 knocked him out with a gun butt to the head rendering him unconscious.
"That was unnecessary," 12-5 says sarcastically.
"He was going to be an annoyance later down the road," replied 12-2.
"Fair enough," 12-5 retorts
The two head back down the corridor they came from with the young woman and Menendez in stowage,
"Who are you people?" asked the young woman.
"Just some people who have a job to be done," replied 12-5.
The young woman looked in confusion to what 12-5 just said, still walking behind them.
Just then a guard enters the long corridor and investigates a loud bang from Foxtrot 12 unbeknownst that it was them. The guard is ahead of 12-2 and 12-5, so 12-2 points her rifle towards the guard and fires her suppressed rifle. The gunshots, although suppressed, rang throughout the corridor, each shot landing on target killing the guard.
"That's four," said 12-2.
"Four, what?" asked 12-5.
"Four guards we encountered already. Three outside and one inside," 12-2 replies back.
"A-firm," 12-5 replies back.
The two approached the door where the guard was and looked inside. Inside was a small room with a small bed with a small child laying on it in the far back.
"12-5, cover the door, I'll check," says 12-2.
"Copy, stay on your feet," 12-5 replies back
12-2 slowly approached the small child on the bed, she glanced at her motion sensor on her helmet's HUD and nothing showed, so she kept moving forward. Suddenly she was attacked by a guard who was trying to stab her from behind. Luckily her energy shield stopped her assailant's attack, but he was too close for her to use her rifle. She uses her elbow to attack her assailant in the face, dazing them. The attacker stumbled back making enough distance from the two, so 12-2 in a swift motion, raised up her rifle and shot the attacker in the head.
"Sonova bitch," 12-2 says quietly exhausted.
"Everything good in here?" asked 12-5, through the radio.
"I'm good, but get ready for any confrontation," 12-2 replies back. 12-2 checks the child and sees that there is used protection and many hypodermic needles laying on the ground and the bed,
"Filthy bastards, you get what you deserved," 12-2 says disgusted. She picks up the child off the bed and carries them out of the room on her back.
"Let's move, provide cover," 12-2 ordered
"Copy," 12-5 understood.
The two regrouped with 12-3 and 12-4 who are having the area they are in, in lockdown.
"How are you guys holding up?" Asked 12-2
"Other than the smell? We're doing fine," replied 12-3.
"Copy that, we got Menendez in stowage. I'll contact Alpha Team to pick him up and we'll evac any hostages here," 12-2 continued.
"A-firm," replied 12-3.
12-2 then radios to Alpha 2 that they secured the objective and they need them to pick him up while they look for any hostages within the building, Alpha 2 responds in agreement and heads towards their location.
After an hour later, Alpha 2 enters the building after a while,
"What took you guys so long?" Asked 12-2
"We had to clear out the general area of any more baddies out there, so we can make sure we can have a nice and clean operation," replied Alpha 2-1.
"Copy that, anyway here's the objective," said 12-2. She then drags the still-unconscious Menendez to Alpha 2-1, Menendez with a bruise on his forehead when 12-2 gun butted him.
"Looks like you treated him well," joked Alpha 2-2.
"Well, he wouldn't shut up, so I persuaded him to," remarked 12-2.
"Seemed like that was enough," Alpha 2-1 continued, "anyways, we'll get this guy on the helis and evac with him. You guys can handle yourself, right?"
"You got that right," 12-2 responds back.
Foxtrot 12-2 orders 12-3 and 12-4 to check the other doors with the numbers while she opens one of the doors that was barred. She enters through the door with her rifle with a flashlight attached, shining into the darkness. It reveals a small room with a small child cowering in the corner looking at them, blinded by the light. 12-2 lowers her rifle and with the light from the flashlight makes a bright but gentle glow within the room. She slowly approaches the small child holstering her rifle,
"You're safe now," 12-2 says softly, with her hands out.
The small child stood still and hunched themself closer. 12-2 then extended her hand to the child, and the child hunched closely. After a few seconds they slowly extended their hand to 12-2. As the two touched hands, 12-2 firmly grasped the small hand and slowly pulled up the child standing them up. The small delicate hand of the child was fully enveloped by 12-2's hand to make sure the child was secure.
12-2 led them to the outside of the room where the rest of Foxtrot 12 was, with more people and children.
"This is a lot more people than we anticipated," said 12-3.
12-4 nods in agreement, "I agree, but how should we get them out of here though?"
"Should we call the local law enforcement?" asked 12-3.
"Yeah, we got what we need, and the law enforcement can continue what we have done," said 12-2 arriving.
"A-firm," 12-3 responds.
Foxtrot 12-2 calls the local law enforcement to inform them of the situation on a burner phone. After the phone call, they led the group of hostages out of the reeking smell within the building into a different building nearby. With the hostages secured, Foxtrot 12 exited the scene with the sounds of police sirens wailing in the distance.
Once at the extraction location, they get picked up by the helicopters that had once dropped them off, to now having to pick them up.
"That was, a long night," said 12-4, as he sat down.
"Indeed. It was," replied 12-2, sitting.
The four then relaxed onto their seats, finding comfort on the helicopter metal seats and their wet gear. As the helicopter got off the ground the four fell asleep one by one until the cabin was silent, with the only noise coming from the helicopter's engine humming a soothing tune and their soft breaths echoing off each other.