0300 and he couldn't sleep again...this had to stop, it was getting worse, the nightmares, the headaches, and the paranoia.
He sank in the soft leather of the couch holding the hinged wooden box which he now opened to reveal the red velvet lining which cushioned a beautifully crafted flintlock. The pistol was an elaborate masterwork with silver and gold electroplating; the symbol of his fraternal order and the only means by which he could ever voluntarily leave it.
The grip felt good in his hand, despite being something of a relic the weapon was impressive, history's desert eagle some had said.
He admired the mix of modernization, minor modifications in materials and the mechanical process which insured the weapon would never misfire or otherwise fail. Pulling back the hammer with a sigh of desperation, he thrust the gilded barrel in his mouth and prepared to resign from the most secret of secret societies
"Rick?"..."Rick?" came the concerned call of his sweet wife Jana.
He was quick to lay the pistol to rest as she stood in her bath robe, peering in through the now half open door. "Sweety, are you up again? Please come back to bed".
His eyes met hers and she knew from his expression and the immediate tears that followed that her husband was lost to her, and her heart wrenched.
He couldnt do it, he knew this now, whether Jana had woke in the night or not, he didnt have the will to end it, at least not like this.
Rick was never going to leave the Crimson Guard and as Jana now settled beside him, her eyes suspiciously on the weapon, he would shape yet another lie to soothe her.
***
0527 hours, Cobra Terror Drome (location undisclosed) Sub Level 6C
James Banister.
That's what His ID card said. Thats who he had become and it had its perks. From time to time he wondered about his former self but his old life was behind him now, irretrievable in fact. Some weeks since the surgery he was still adjusting to seeing himself in the mirror, theyd done an amazing job the surgeons; of course they had done essentially the same operation hundreds of times before, James looked like every other Crimson Guardsman, as was required to count oneself among Cobra's elite intelligence professionals.
He stepped off the light rail that carried him from the offsite parking garage to his duty location and swiped the barcode under the countertop reader at the turnstall. Placing his finger on the swipe pad he looked into the retinal scanner with a grin. The uniformed security officer, the ones everyone called "blue shirts" nodded as he checked both the biometrics monitor and the body scanner...metrics check, micro chip in place, ID card valid, he was cleared for entrance.
The red light turned green and James entered the elevator that would take him up to his newly assigned office. He read the policy and propaganda plaquerds as the floors flew by "report suspicious activities" and the like. James laughed to himself "this entire organization is a suspicious activity" he smirked as he considered how few of Cobra's employees really knew what they had gotten themselves into, but even he wondered with increasing alarm how much exactly he was missing from the big picture; sure he held one of the organizations highest clearances but his eyes were just opening.
As the doors slid open James made his way down the red carpeted hallway to the reception terminal, after the attractive young lady conducted a quick review of his orders and authorization memo he was directed to the locker room.
The door flew open and James was nearly trampled as a senior Guardsmen exited in a hurry, fully clad in his crimson fatigues, and highly polished leather boots, his silver plated face mask fixed on James for only a moment, there was no apology no greeting no giving a single shit as he informed James that he was late.
"Sir?" James responded startled as his eyes flashed to his watch questionably, only to have his watch hand smacked down by a glove.
"Early is on time! got it? Dont let someone have to have this conversation with you again Guardsman, now get changed, the senior commnad staff will be here for a briefing at 0800 sharp!"
"Uh, understood Sir" James nervously replied, the words had hardly escaped before the officer was rounding the corner leaving James flabberghasted.
Rick smirked beneath his helmet, he could always spot the new guys even if they looked almost just like him, the unknowing and innocense live in the eyes, both had long since left Rick Robinson, along with any semblance of a good nights sleep and for that he hated new guys.
***
The Sikorsky S-92 thundered overhead as it circled the helipad on the upperdeck of the Terror Drome. Massive hydraulics and great gears groaned as they opened the canopy and drove the landing platform skyward; many aircraft, some unique to cobra, could be launched and recovered in this manner, another engineering feat of M.A.R.S. Industries.
Tomax and his twin brother Xamot sat comfortably in the executive crew cabin and finsihed their cocktails. Both ruggedly handsome men of European descent in their mid 30's, Identical even in their finely tailored attire, save for a lengthy scar which marked Tomax's left cheek; it was perhaps nature's tribute and testament to his nastier disposition.
The twins took in the control towers and weapons stations which ringed the flight deck and were pleased to see the improvements since their last visit. They observed the backlit shadowy figures busy about their tasks to receive them as the chopper decelerated into a hover and slowly put down on the pad. Tomax commented something about the sacrafices of the insignifigant. He hated underlings and the unintelligent who could not rise above the mundane, Xamot however valued them and the position the unfortunates afforded him.
As the canopy closed over head they began their decent into darkness, the shaft was lit incrementaly with only minimal safety lights on their way to the multi level hangar bays below. As the
platform arrived, neon light flooded in and the twins shielded their eyes "Certainly brighter than I remeber!" Xamot exclaimed in displeasure.
"Observant brother" Tomax replied with a strained glared.
"Maginificent though" Xamot said as his eyes adjusted and he looked on the VTOL aircraft which sat with their wings upturned, nearly a half dozen of the dark blue fighter/bombers ringed the landing platform as a crew of technicians conducted inspections, repairs, refueling and the like.
"Impressive, yes" Tomax replied "but remember brother, Cobra is nothing without the Paoli and Extensive Enterprises."
"I suppose we did indirectly fund all this then didn't we?" Xamot pridefully asserted.
"And we will see significant returns in the near term" Tomax assured his brother with a sinister smile and they both laughed eerily in chorus as the crew chief opened the cabin door.
"Gentlemen" he said from under his polymer mask and dark lense "If you could please exit the aircraft and follow me?"
Xamot knocked back the last of his scotch and water, and was quickly on his feet retreiving his brief case from a storage bin, while Tomax thumbed the keys of his smart phone in response to a text message which read "En-route, ETA 5 Min"
"Typical Anastasia, Late!" Tomax rolled his eyes.
"Typical woman" Xamot answered.
"Remind me why we tolerate it?" Tomax demanded
"Baroness? Because she's fuck'n smok'n hot brother!" Xamot concluded and again came their unsettling almost psychotic laughter.
***
Jana listened to the hiss of the coffee maker as she stared at the ceiling in deep thought, her head swimming. She was definetly calling off work, she couldnt handle a building full of feds today and the bureaucratic bullshit that came with her position as an intelligence analyst. She had been recently assigned to a special access program supporting a tier one task force and her work load has been grueling, they could forgive her a day.
She watched the clock hit 0700 and rubbed her tired eyes, her normal emerald greens were streaked with red, and glassy from too many tears and too little sleep. She shook off a yawn as she rose to at last greet the aroma and rich flavors of her dark roast.
She sat at the kitchen table, wrapped in the familiar comfort of her plush cotton robe, and matching slippers. She thought maybe shed make some toast...shed already decided any breakfast beyond that wasnt happening. She needed to call her mom. She hoped she would have the words and wisdom to make this alright, mom always knew what to say.
Rick had not been himself for sometime and they were fast approaching their fifth anniversary. He used to make her feel like a princess, a priority, and now it seemed all that mattered was work and maintaining relationships for the sake of work; it made him miserable and she hated to see him like this. He was always tired, never sleeping, clearly depressed and he had become so closed off that trying to talk to him was pretty much pointless. Rick like Jana couldnt discuss the majority of his work outside the office, client privileges and all; Jana, due to her top secret security clearance and non-disclosure agreements could share little with Rick. Sure, sometimes she let a little sli,p just for some semblance of understanding or to gain Rick's perspective on a perplexing matter, he really was very intelligent. They say sometimes that really smart people suffer the most from depression, she just wished he'd let her in so maybe she could begin to understand and get him the help he needed.
Jana fumbled with her phone as she lit up a cigarette, Rick hated that she smoked, especially if she smoked in the house, but this was going to be a long conversation and she was comming undone.
***
Alison J. Hart enjoyed a good game of cat
and mouse, she was one of the best surveillance/counter-surveillance
trainees during her time spent in the greater D.C. area and had since
assisted with instructing the course to other operatives numerous times
at various locations; that was before the task force hit her up and put
her on point against an emerging threat, Cobra.
Cobra, from what they told her, operated in every major city around the world, an organized crime syndicate with terrorist ties and political ambition.
She like so many of her fellow "Joes" had spent the better part of the last two years developing and exploiting leads to build a better threat picture and it was becoming clear that they were in way over their heads. They needed more intel and they were going to need to recruit a few assets.
The radio squawked and squelched as she adjusted the controls on the dash mounted Harris in her uparmored Suburban. "Flint" peered out the tinted passenger window with range-finding binoculars visually sweeping the parking garage from a distance, the grizzled old chief had an uneasy feeling about the whole operation but he trusted his partner, it was her op, he was just here for support, to provide subject matter expertise and he certainly didn't mind sharing space with the beautiful brunette. Something about that sultry voice of hers that made him melt and he wasn't shy about it either. He grinned at her as their eyes met in yet another awkward lingering moment only to be interrupted by the radio.
"Lady Jaye, Lady Jaye...this is Breaker you copy?"
She keyed the mic with a smile "Send it old man."
"Duke wants a SITREP ASAP on the objective, over"
"Roger, were onsite and five by five" she replied
"We are... right?" she asked Flint in a whisper
"Looks clear, just the two attendants and some maintenance staff, but something doesnt feel quite right!" Flint scowled and shook his head "Your call Doll, whats it gonna be?"
"Breaker, we're moving!"
Lady Jaye hit the ignition with a grin, "Lets get this done Flint!" She adjusted her aviators and looked in the rearview to check her 6 and her sex appeal.
"Copy that Lima Charlie" came breakers delayed replied "UAV on station; standing by to jam your sector, break..." "...be advised you'll be com/tech black within eight zero zero meters of objective."
As the engine growled into gear and the lights came up, flint racked a round in his tactical 12 Gauge and smiled at Lady Jaye as he reached for the hand set to reply, "Do it Breaker!"
Cobra, from what they told her, operated in every major city around the world, an organized crime syndicate with terrorist ties and political ambition.
She like so many of her fellow "Joes" had spent the better part of the last two years developing and exploiting leads to build a better threat picture and it was becoming clear that they were in way over their heads. They needed more intel and they were going to need to recruit a few assets.
The radio squawked and squelched as she adjusted the controls on the dash mounted Harris in her uparmored Suburban. "Flint" peered out the tinted passenger window with range-finding binoculars visually sweeping the parking garage from a distance, the grizzled old chief had an uneasy feeling about the whole operation but he trusted his partner, it was her op, he was just here for support, to provide subject matter expertise and he certainly didn't mind sharing space with the beautiful brunette. Something about that sultry voice of hers that made him melt and he wasn't shy about it either. He grinned at her as their eyes met in yet another awkward lingering moment only to be interrupted by the radio.
"Lady Jaye, Lady Jaye...this is Breaker you copy?"
She keyed the mic with a smile "Send it old man."
"Duke wants a SITREP ASAP on the objective, over"
"Roger, were onsite and five by five" she replied
"We are... right?" she asked Flint in a whisper
"Looks clear, just the two attendants and some maintenance staff, but something doesnt feel quite right!" Flint scowled and shook his head "Your call Doll, whats it gonna be?"
"Breaker, we're moving!"
Lady Jaye hit the ignition with a grin, "Lets get this done Flint!" She adjusted her aviators and looked in the rearview to check her 6 and her sex appeal.
"Copy that Lima Charlie" came breakers delayed replied "UAV on station; standing by to jam your sector, break..." "...be advised you'll be com/tech black within eight zero zero meters of objective."
As the engine growled into gear and the lights came up, flint racked a round in his tactical 12 Gauge and smiled at Lady Jaye as he reached for the hand set to reply, "Do it Breaker!"
***
As the stealth UAV broke through the morning clouds vectoring to target,
the city below came into view via the advanced AV suite which displayed
the images remotely to Joe headquarters. several Joes looked on eagerly
anticipating the objective as it came into view, an eight level parking
garage on the south end; the subject of months of surveillance and
scrutiny.
Mainframe guided the UAV expertly, his dark intelligent eyes intensely focused and flashing between the monitor and the flight controls, circling the target he banked hard and adjusted the camera for maximum zoom. Mainframe was one of the Joes newer recruits, brought on to integrate and apply the next gen warfighter support capabilities, such as this and a host of others, the man was a genius with just about anything electronic.
"That's it Mainframe, steady as she goes now bring her round to have a better look at this place" dialtone said enthusiastically as he peered over the tech's shoulder his thick mustached face lit up like a kid at Christmas. Dialtone was happier in the field, a Vet of U.S. Army Special Forces, he had been a communications sergeant for the better part of his life when he was asked to join G.I. Joe, and it was because he was the absolute best. Dialtone preferred field work and trigger time, but the opportunity to observe his technical peers at play was equally exhilarating for him, albeit in an entirely different manner.
"Been a long time coming gents!" Breaker boomed "hope this nets us some shit we can use." Breaker spun around in his chair, his smile glowed amidst his thick beard, eyes wild, he relayed flints order "You heard the chief, shut these snakes down!" Breaker had been a member of G.I. Joe for the better part of a decade, he still preferred to sport his solid O.D. fatigues and highly shined black boots. He was old school, but remained on top of his game, one of the best crypto/commo guys in the gig and the entire team relied on Breaker; who was uncommonly humble about his personal excellence.
Mainframes gloved hand tweaked the SIGINT selectors
Cobra transmissions were defintely piping through this place
"YUP! That's their encryption alright, ain't no coincidence" Dialtone offered his expertise
"Sure is Dialtone" Breaker affirmed, "matches up with several other locations live real time right now, sad to say shutting this place down is going to impinge upon the triangulation programs I'm running to get us grids on em, but we cant have their eyes and ears up when Flint and Lady Jaye roll in there now can we?"
Mainframe selected the parameters from the menu and slammed the command switch
the applications flashed active, the integrity differential display steadily alternated between 98 and 99 percent
"That a boy" Dialtone slapped Mainframe upside the head playfully "now just keep her in a nice hold, time on target 10 mikes."
Mainframe guided the UAV expertly, his dark intelligent eyes intensely focused and flashing between the monitor and the flight controls, circling the target he banked hard and adjusted the camera for maximum zoom. Mainframe was one of the Joes newer recruits, brought on to integrate and apply the next gen warfighter support capabilities, such as this and a host of others, the man was a genius with just about anything electronic.
"That's it Mainframe, steady as she goes now bring her round to have a better look at this place" dialtone said enthusiastically as he peered over the tech's shoulder his thick mustached face lit up like a kid at Christmas. Dialtone was happier in the field, a Vet of U.S. Army Special Forces, he had been a communications sergeant for the better part of his life when he was asked to join G.I. Joe, and it was because he was the absolute best. Dialtone preferred field work and trigger time, but the opportunity to observe his technical peers at play was equally exhilarating for him, albeit in an entirely different manner.
"Been a long time coming gents!" Breaker boomed "hope this nets us some shit we can use." Breaker spun around in his chair, his smile glowed amidst his thick beard, eyes wild, he relayed flints order "You heard the chief, shut these snakes down!" Breaker had been a member of G.I. Joe for the better part of a decade, he still preferred to sport his solid O.D. fatigues and highly shined black boots. He was old school, but remained on top of his game, one of the best crypto/commo guys in the gig and the entire team relied on Breaker; who was uncommonly humble about his personal excellence.
Mainframes gloved hand tweaked the SIGINT selectors
Cobra transmissions were defintely piping through this place
"YUP! That's their encryption alright, ain't no coincidence" Dialtone offered his expertise
"Sure is Dialtone" Breaker affirmed, "matches up with several other locations live real time right now, sad to say shutting this place down is going to impinge upon the triangulation programs I'm running to get us grids on em, but we cant have their eyes and ears up when Flint and Lady Jaye roll in there now can we?"
Mainframe selected the parameters from the menu and slammed the command switch
the applications flashed active, the integrity differential display steadily alternated between 98 and 99 percent
"That a boy" Dialtone slapped Mainframe upside the head playfully "now just keep her in a nice hold, time on target 10 mikes."
***
James gave himself a final look, and straightened his uniform, he felt a
tremendous pride in the silver cobra sigil emblazoned across his chest;
the crimson fatigues made him feel powerful, purpose driven and he
couldn't keep from smiling. He adjusted the insignia and medals he had
earned in his brief period of service, he didn't want a single item out
of place as he didn't desire another brow beating from any of his
superiors. James Banister wanted to excel and the Crimson Guard was the
place to do it.
Assembling his two piece helmet, he held it out front admiring the contours of the almost alien face plate, his was black as were the majority of the guardsmen, in a few years he could earn the right to wear bronze or even silver if he really did well for himself.
Fitting it firmly to his head, James flicked the power switch and instantly the HUD powered up and initialized, the systems check completed and data begin streaming in. His thumb worked the dial which selected and set the channels and frequencies, everything was static and the data stream was an alpha numeric nightmare, everything aside from his clock and compass, he'd need to be coded in.
James secured his personal effects in the wall locker and stepped out into the hall to face his day looking left then right his eyes widened as thee most beautiful woman he had ever seen was rounding the corner with a purpose.
An almost 6 foot and incredibly fit raven haired goddess, clad in a black leather and latex tac suit accentuating her incredibly killer curves, was striding down the hall way in her thigh high leather boots, squeaking with every seductive step. What he judged to be a Steyr AUG was slung across her back and twin pistols were holstered on her hips.
She glanced away from her smart phone to give him the once over, her piercing eyes, not obstructed in the least by her eyewear, met his and then in a bewitching eastern European accent she beckoned him, "Guardsman, come with me!"
" Y...ye...yes ma'am" he stuttered. James knew full well who SHE was, there wasn't a cobra operative let alone a Crimson Guardsman who didn't know the Baroness.
Assembling his two piece helmet, he held it out front admiring the contours of the almost alien face plate, his was black as were the majority of the guardsmen, in a few years he could earn the right to wear bronze or even silver if he really did well for himself.
Fitting it firmly to his head, James flicked the power switch and instantly the HUD powered up and initialized, the systems check completed and data begin streaming in. His thumb worked the dial which selected and set the channels and frequencies, everything was static and the data stream was an alpha numeric nightmare, everything aside from his clock and compass, he'd need to be coded in.
James secured his personal effects in the wall locker and stepped out into the hall to face his day looking left then right his eyes widened as thee most beautiful woman he had ever seen was rounding the corner with a purpose.
An almost 6 foot and incredibly fit raven haired goddess, clad in a black leather and latex tac suit accentuating her incredibly killer curves, was striding down the hall way in her thigh high leather boots, squeaking with every seductive step. What he judged to be a Steyr AUG was slung across her back and twin pistols were holstered on her hips.
She glanced away from her smart phone to give him the once over, her piercing eyes, not obstructed in the least by her eyewear, met his and then in a bewitching eastern European accent she beckoned him, "Guardsman, come with me!"
" Y...ye...yes ma'am" he stuttered. James knew full well who SHE was, there wasn't a cobra operative let alone a Crimson Guardsman who didn't know the Baroness.
***
The blue shirt seated in the security booth at the garage entrance wore a
slight variation of the uniform, void of the serpent sigil, his
organizational patch read ARBCO. Rather than their traditional helmet,
reminiscent of Nazi storm troopers, he wore only a patrol cap which read
the same. He hadn't been issued an AK-47, rather he had only been armed
with a 9mm, a readily attachable suppressor, a Maglight, zip ties, and a
squad radio.
He tore his squealing earbud away and smacked the monitors as the images died then flashed with static, the desk radio was on the fritz as well. He looked around suspiciously as if he might observe the source of the obstruction. Where was a Tele-Viper or Techno Viper when you needed one. "God damn it!"
The Suburban pulling up to the gate made him raise an eyebrow, he checked his watch, and immediately felt uneasy; the last train for the work site had already departed, just what this was he couldn't be sure, but he didnt like it. With all the systems down he couldn't scan the vehicle let alone verify the driver's ID. He casually slid his safety off and undid his holster as he stepped out of the booth.
The wild haired brunnette, the sole occupant of the vehicle, hung her head out the window and smiled at him, the mirrored aviators concealing any deception in her eyes. "Hey dahlin', room for one more?"
He tore his squealing earbud away and smacked the monitors as the images died then flashed with static, the desk radio was on the fritz as well. He looked around suspiciously as if he might observe the source of the obstruction. Where was a Tele-Viper or Techno Viper when you needed one. "God damn it!"
The Suburban pulling up to the gate made him raise an eyebrow, he checked his watch, and immediately felt uneasy; the last train for the work site had already departed, just what this was he couldn't be sure, but he didnt like it. With all the systems down he couldn't scan the vehicle let alone verify the driver's ID. He casually slid his safety off and undid his holster as he stepped out of the booth.
The wild haired brunnette, the sole occupant of the vehicle, hung her head out the window and smiled at him, the mirrored aviators concealing any deception in her eyes. "Hey dahlin', room for one more?"
A few moments passed in which the guard was arguing the use of the
garage was for ARBCO contracts only and he could not, under any
circumstances, permit her to park here. Lady Jaye pleaded, waving the
50.00 bill again, trying to give Flint the time he needed to link up
with Chuckles.
"Pleeeeease, I'm going to be so late! No one would ever even know. For some reason my phone isn't working, I cant even call my client!"
Lady Jaye knew she was going know where she just needed to keep him busy, she was nervous about the other guard they'd seen earlier, she hoped he was just in the latrine. Her eyes flashed to a man across the massive bay from which she was barred. He was wearing coveralls, pushing a broom and dragging a wheeled trash can. She didn't see the AK inside, but her intuition and experience told her it was highly likely he was this schmucks back up.
"look lady..." the blue shirt growled, annoyed but apparently ignorant to her true purpose "...for the last time, I need you to take this truck elsewhere, you're obstructing the entrance and your on private property, you CAN NOT park here, I'm sorry."
"Your loss" she pouted then petitioned him "Well, can you at least tell me where I might maybe find a garage somewhere nearby that isn't full to capacity?"
The guard was floored by the imposition, he just wanted rid of her, with a sigh he drew nearer the vehicle. She glared behind her eyeware,if this were a different sort of mission he'd be dead already.
He unintentionally delighted at the generous opening in her blouse, as she was very well endowed. As his pulse quickened he forced himself to look away and tried not to look embarrassed.
"Uh, up here dahlin" perfect, she'd put him off his game even further by invoking the need for an apology.
"Pleeeeease, I'm going to be so late! No one would ever even know. For some reason my phone isn't working, I cant even call my client!"
Lady Jaye knew she was going know where she just needed to keep him busy, she was nervous about the other guard they'd seen earlier, she hoped he was just in the latrine. Her eyes flashed to a man across the massive bay from which she was barred. He was wearing coveralls, pushing a broom and dragging a wheeled trash can. She didn't see the AK inside, but her intuition and experience told her it was highly likely he was this schmucks back up.
"look lady..." the blue shirt growled, annoyed but apparently ignorant to her true purpose "...for the last time, I need you to take this truck elsewhere, you're obstructing the entrance and your on private property, you CAN NOT park here, I'm sorry."
"Your loss" she pouted then petitioned him "Well, can you at least tell me where I might maybe find a garage somewhere nearby that isn't full to capacity?"
The guard was floored by the imposition, he just wanted rid of her, with a sigh he drew nearer the vehicle. She glared behind her eyeware,if this were a different sort of mission he'd be dead already.
He unintentionally delighted at the generous opening in her blouse, as she was very well endowed. As his pulse quickened he forced himself to look away and tried not to look embarrassed.
"Uh, up here dahlin" perfect, she'd put him off his game even further by invoking the need for an apology.
***
His dirty blond hair blew in the wind, as he coasted the mountain bike
down the back alley to meet Flint. His facial scruff suggested he hadn't
shaved in a few days and he looked like he hadn't slept much either.
The night before he'd been up in a nearby hotel studying everything in a
12 block radius from their objective, the ARBCO parking complex, just
in case something went wrong. Chuckles was known for shooting from the
hip but he knew full well fortune favored the prepared. He eyeballed
the camera's with their commanding coverage of the alley way, he hoped
the intended countermeasures were in place and sufficient, else shit was gonna
go south right quick!
Flint, sporting a hoodie and training pants, ran up to meet him, then, with a quizzical look, helped Chuckles heave his bike into the dumpster. "Careful..." Chuckles warned with a laugh, "...she's packed with not just a pinch of plastique!"
Flints jaw dropped slightly as he narrowed his gaze in disbelief and displeasure "For what?"
Chuckles held up a small detonator and waved it suggestively "This alley is my primary egress Flint, any idea how much shrapnel a dumpster makes with that much boom behind it, I'm sure to not be followed, and if we don't need it, we got support folks driving trash trucks to recover it later, m'kay?"
Flint, sporting a hoodie and training pants, ran up to meet him, then, with a quizzical look, helped Chuckles heave his bike into the dumpster. "Careful..." Chuckles warned with a laugh, "...she's packed with not just a pinch of plastique!"
Flints jaw dropped slightly as he narrowed his gaze in disbelief and displeasure "For what?"
Chuckles held up a small detonator and waved it suggestively "This alley is my primary egress Flint, any idea how much shrapnel a dumpster makes with that much boom behind it, I'm sure to not be followed, and if we don't need it, we got support folks driving trash trucks to recover it later, m'kay?"
Before Flint could answer Chuckles continued, "And shit,
don't let my age and appearance undercut my experience Flint, you know I
dont fuck around or I wouldn't have Duke's ass ropin' me into this shit
all the time."
Chuckles slapped Flint on the shoulder to provoke some comraderie "C'mon we're draggin' ass Chief, lets do this!"
Flint set his jaw, took a deep breath and shook it off, he didnt like Chuckles or his wreckless approach, but his reputation was one of results and he knew his way around tech and tradecraft. G.I. Joe needed him, and the kid WAS good, damn good.
"Alright, on me... crazy", the Chief grumbled as he nervously checked their 6 and then proceded to shimmy up the drainage pipe, chuckles followed close behind.
Other than the polymer pistol grip protruding ever so slightly from Flint's back pack, Chuckles wondered what other goodies Flint brought to the party. Short of his suppressed FN 5-7, Chuckles hadnt much else in the way of weaponry, a few canisters of CS and white smoke, and of course his trusty switchblade; the rest of his bag was gadgets and gizmos, and looking at his watch, they had about eight minutes to install and exfil, before they were going to be in need of a small armory.
Chuckles slapped Flint on the shoulder to provoke some comraderie "C'mon we're draggin' ass Chief, lets do this!"
Flint set his jaw, took a deep breath and shook it off, he didnt like Chuckles or his wreckless approach, but his reputation was one of results and he knew his way around tech and tradecraft. G.I. Joe needed him, and the kid WAS good, damn good.
"Alright, on me... crazy", the Chief grumbled as he nervously checked their 6 and then proceded to shimmy up the drainage pipe, chuckles followed close behind.
Other than the polymer pistol grip protruding ever so slightly from Flint's back pack, Chuckles wondered what other goodies Flint brought to the party. Short of his suppressed FN 5-7, Chuckles hadnt much else in the way of weaponry, a few canisters of CS and white smoke, and of course his trusty switchblade; the rest of his bag was gadgets and gizmos, and looking at his watch, they had about eight minutes to install and exfil, before they were going to be in need of a small armory.
***
Rick made his way around the north western corridor of the nearly
completed Terror Drome, bypassing the envious glances of the rank of
file busy about their daily duties. Blue shirts stood watch at their
assigned intervals, doubled up at security terminals in restricted
areas; they ceased their idle chatter and greeted him appropriately as
he passed. A team of engineers "Techno-Vipers" in their dark purple
fatigues saddled with all manner of machine parts, tool kits, hoses and
wiring labored over an exposed section of wall, their dark lenses
protected them from the laser welders they wielded and their face
plates, different from his own, suggested a constant expression of their
displeasure. He wondered if their labors would meet with the
commander's timeline, he was known to be quite unforgiving.
Rick slid his ID card and entered the code which accessed the intelligence and special security operations cell. beyond the entrance rows of desks with computer terminals, communications systems, SIGINT platforms, and the like filled the room. Very few of the Tele-Vipers assigned to his section had reported for duty and he wondered just where they were. He disliked their self important ways, their sense of entitlement, the way their head gear made them look like bugs and most importantly that they got to roll their sleeves on their blue fatigues. He wasn't a fan of their purple vests either, he wondered who the hell was designing Cobra's uniforms, and he thought just maybe that ole Cobra Commander had just a little sugar in his step too.
No matter, the uniform of the guardsman was awed by all and their reputation as cobra's elite special security and intelligence personnel was known by even the lowest blue shirt recruit. Rick was pleased to see all the guardsman assigned to him were busy at their workstations, everyone except Banister...where the hell was he? "Fuckin' new guy!" Rick growled under his breath, he was going to have to make an example.
All honors rendered by his subordinates, Rick made his way to the office at the back of the op center, the simple cipher lock coded to he and Jana's anniversary, opened into his sanctuary; as the most senior guardsmen in his sector he enjoyed some luxuries.
In approximately 45 minutes he would brief the command staff on the efforts and accomplishments of his agents, and identify the obsticals to command's intent. 45 minutes. Damn was he ever tired. Rick removed his helmet and poured himself a cup of coffee, the first of many if he was going to make it through his morning.
Rick slid his ID card and entered the code which accessed the intelligence and special security operations cell. beyond the entrance rows of desks with computer terminals, communications systems, SIGINT platforms, and the like filled the room. Very few of the Tele-Vipers assigned to his section had reported for duty and he wondered just where they were. He disliked their self important ways, their sense of entitlement, the way their head gear made them look like bugs and most importantly that they got to roll their sleeves on their blue fatigues. He wasn't a fan of their purple vests either, he wondered who the hell was designing Cobra's uniforms, and he thought just maybe that ole Cobra Commander had just a little sugar in his step too.
No matter, the uniform of the guardsman was awed by all and their reputation as cobra's elite special security and intelligence personnel was known by even the lowest blue shirt recruit. Rick was pleased to see all the guardsman assigned to him were busy at their workstations, everyone except Banister...where the hell was he? "Fuckin' new guy!" Rick growled under his breath, he was going to have to make an example.
All honors rendered by his subordinates, Rick made his way to the office at the back of the op center, the simple cipher lock coded to he and Jana's anniversary, opened into his sanctuary; as the most senior guardsmen in his sector he enjoyed some luxuries.
In approximately 45 minutes he would brief the command staff on the efforts and accomplishments of his agents, and identify the obsticals to command's intent. 45 minutes. Damn was he ever tired. Rick removed his helmet and poured himself a cup of coffee, the first of many if he was going to make it through his morning.
***
James kept a step rear right of the Baroness as their fast paced stroll
continued through the Terror Drome. He had of course made an attempt to
explain that his section chief expected him to report for duty, his
helmet's interface was encrypted and essentially useless until coded in,
and his only weapon was his revolver (which replaced the ceremonial
side arm worn by the first members of the Crimson Guard, and now only
given to officer's upon completion of their candidacy course; all other
CGs are simply expected to off themselves with their revolvers, should
the situation arise).
Baroness dismissed his concerns with a gesture of her free hand, not even giving them a second of consideration. Her accent stirred something him and he couldn't keep his eyes off the sway of her hips and her perfect ass framed so exceptionally in black latex. She had to know he was eye fucking her even now, he made every attempt to right himself but he was completely under her spell.
Baroness dismissed his concerns with a gesture of her free hand, not even giving them a second of consideration. Her accent stirred something him and he couldn't keep his eyes off the sway of her hips and her perfect ass framed so exceptionally in black latex. She had to know he was eye fucking her even now, he made every attempt to right himself but he was completely under her spell.
"Guardsman, do not worry about your superiors, I have assumed the role of Lieutenant Commander of the Crimson Guard and report directly to Tomax and Xamot, your section chief's dissatisfaction does not concern me, you will serve my immediate needs as best you can in your unfortunately unprepared state."
James was not accustomed to hearing the Crimson Guard Commanders' names used as such, he had not even seen them since he graduated the Intelligence/Counterintelligence Covert Operations Course and would certainly never himself refer to them as anything other than Commander; however, this was the Baroness, and her boldness preceded her. She explained that she would make an effort to resolve his issues directly as able and suggested that he be thankful for the opportunity to so directly serve his Commanders.
James agreed, this was worth whatever Hell was going to be heaped on him later. He made no further protest and just enjoyed the motion of her sweet physique; perhaps the most bad ass bitch in the world.
***
The sentry crossing the third level of the parking garage resembled the
other Arbco security officers in appearance, only he was quite different
beneath his blue fatigues. He was a graduate of the Viper school and
the black spade tattoo on his left arm was a proud and personal testament
to his success. Selected for his supervisory position based largely on
his experience and additional training; training which he witheld from
the others of whom it was not only his task to manage, but also to
monitor and assess for selection. So far his subordinates proved
significantly non plus and he ached to complete his obligatory 6month
detail and with luck identify no les than two suitable Viper selectees.
Vipers were the elite of Cobras infantry, trained in airborne and air assault operations, demolitions, advanced weaponry and tactics, and a host of other skill sets reserved for those who could meet the strict prerequisites. Once receiving the coveted Viper tab, one could specialize among a host of combat and support disciplines, such as a Tele-Viper, Cobras telecommunications, electronic and cyber warfare specialists; he, unknowingly like every other cobra operative within 800 meters of the Arbco garage, wished there were a Tele-Viper at his immediate disposal.
He fiddled with his squad radio with great irritation, the damn thing had gone on the fritz moments ago nearly half way through his morning sweep of the facility. Assuring himself it was going to be just another boring ass day, he switched it off and resolved to swap it out with another when he completed his rounds.
As he reached for the door of the southwest stairwell, he paused and with a furrowed brow listened intently.
Vipers were the elite of Cobras infantry, trained in airborne and air assault operations, demolitions, advanced weaponry and tactics, and a host of other skill sets reserved for those who could meet the strict prerequisites. Once receiving the coveted Viper tab, one could specialize among a host of combat and support disciplines, such as a Tele-Viper, Cobras telecommunications, electronic and cyber warfare specialists; he, unknowingly like every other cobra operative within 800 meters of the Arbco garage, wished there were a Tele-Viper at his immediate disposal.
He fiddled with his squad radio with great irritation, the damn thing had gone on the fritz moments ago nearly half way through his morning sweep of the facility. Assuring himself it was going to be just another boring ass day, he switched it off and resolved to swap it out with another when he completed his rounds.
As he reached for the door of the southwest stairwell, he paused and with a furrowed brow listened intently.
***
Flint landed less than expertly as he swung from the drainage pipe to
reach the lip of the half wall surrounding each level of the facility,
he almost didn't catch the corner and his fingers fought to gain purchase
as he swung his hips for momentum finally getting his legs up and over
with a groan.
Chuckles, an adapt of the Parkour discipline had significantly less trouble.
"Thought we were gonna lose ya buddy" Chuckles jabbed at Flint with a whisper and self superior smile.
"Let me know how well you do this shit after twenty years in the field funny man!" was his harsh but hushed reply
"Flint...not to belabor the point buddy, but you'll probably have died of old age or from some other urban obstacle by then, assuming you keep trying to do this" Chuckles shrugged his soldiers as his sarcasm hit home.
"Go fuck yourself Chuckles!" Flint said a bit above a whisper as he checked his watch three minutes and near thirty seconds down.
Flint stuck his head out from where he and Chuckles were crouched between an old Chevy van and a Dodge Ram, trying to get his bearings, while crouching Chuckles had pulled up the digital map of the structure which he had been studying for weeks and with deft flashes of his fingers had zoomed and flipped the image to a field of view from their exact location. Flint just looked in awe as Chuckles Grinned.
"Alright, YOU take point then." Flint ordered in an agitated whisper.
Data pad in hand Chuckles sprinted towards the elevator, he looked ridiculous in his mountain biker cool guy get up, like he ought to be hanging out at a coffee shop not infiltrating a Cobra facility, of course Flint had to laugh at himself too...He looked like "eye of the tiger" out to be playing in the background; at least if observed or apprehended they had a small chance to pull off the trespasser, petty thief, personas they had practiced, but if they got grabbed up with any of this hardware...well, Flint didn't want to even think about that shit.
Chuckles swung his day pack over his shoulder and quickly unzipped a well organized tool kit of Gizmos and doodads of which Flint only recognized about half. Chuckles removed what appeared to be an elevator call box, its facing and buttons matched the exact appearance make and model as of the one in service before them only there were some pretty serious unseen differences. this one would capture images, voice, and fingerprints in a digital file which could be transmitted or in the event that failed, physically recovered later.
Flint nervously surveyed the shadowy expanse of the garage, nearly packed to capacity; a tactical approach would be almost impossible to identify until it was too late. He didn't like it.
Chuckles, an adapt of the Parkour discipline had significantly less trouble.
"Thought we were gonna lose ya buddy" Chuckles jabbed at Flint with a whisper and self superior smile.
"Let me know how well you do this shit after twenty years in the field funny man!" was his harsh but hushed reply
"Flint...not to belabor the point buddy, but you'll probably have died of old age or from some other urban obstacle by then, assuming you keep trying to do this" Chuckles shrugged his soldiers as his sarcasm hit home.
"Go fuck yourself Chuckles!" Flint said a bit above a whisper as he checked his watch three minutes and near thirty seconds down.
Flint stuck his head out from where he and Chuckles were crouched between an old Chevy van and a Dodge Ram, trying to get his bearings, while crouching Chuckles had pulled up the digital map of the structure which he had been studying for weeks and with deft flashes of his fingers had zoomed and flipped the image to a field of view from their exact location. Flint just looked in awe as Chuckles Grinned.
"Alright, YOU take point then." Flint ordered in an agitated whisper.
Data pad in hand Chuckles sprinted towards the elevator, he looked ridiculous in his mountain biker cool guy get up, like he ought to be hanging out at a coffee shop not infiltrating a Cobra facility, of course Flint had to laugh at himself too...He looked like "eye of the tiger" out to be playing in the background; at least if observed or apprehended they had a small chance to pull off the trespasser, petty thief, personas they had practiced, but if they got grabbed up with any of this hardware...well, Flint didn't want to even think about that shit.
Chuckles swung his day pack over his shoulder and quickly unzipped a well organized tool kit of Gizmos and doodads of which Flint only recognized about half. Chuckles removed what appeared to be an elevator call box, its facing and buttons matched the exact appearance make and model as of the one in service before them only there were some pretty serious unseen differences. this one would capture images, voice, and fingerprints in a digital file which could be transmitted or in the event that failed, physically recovered later.
Flint nervously surveyed the shadowy expanse of the garage, nearly packed to capacity; a tactical approach would be almost impossible to identify until it was too late. He didn't like it.
***
Lady Jaye was on her third purposeful flub, repeating back the sentry's
directions to another nearby parking garage with just enough confusion
and apologies for not being from the area to make it convincing. She
threw in a flirtation or two to ease the mood "ya know, you're alright,
hon... helping a girl out like this, this city is SO confusing...I
just..."
Putting a hand to her forehead feigning further distress she looked out from between her fingers to observe the sentry produce an all weather note pad and pen.
Putting a hand to her forehead feigning further distress she looked out from between her fingers to observe the sentry produce an all weather note pad and pen.
"Here" he said somewhat less annoyed as he scribbled crude directions "you cant possibly miss it, now please...ma'am" he said with firm authority "get this vehicle on out of here."
The sentry leaned in close to hand off the paper and caught a glimpse of the vehicle radio and was now paying particular attention to the antenna, looking purposefully less than mil spec it still belayed the civilian styling of an everyday suburban. Lady Jaye could read a man's expression, expertly so and as his eyes came back to hers with a renewed intensity; she knew there was no salvaging this.
Her heart beat in her head and time seemed to slow. As the sentry backed up settling into a stance he turned his center and transitioned to draw his side arm. Her thoughts were racing, then instinct took over.
***
"HEY!".... "You there, FREEZE!" the "Viper" ordered Flint as he
cautiously rounded one of the several large support columns; pistol in
hand and the beam of his surefire blasting Flint in the face as the
chief froze and slowly turned. He knew something was awry, he could
always feel it and that's why he chose to check their 6 again...lot of
good it did him, DAMN!
"Hands; let me see 'em now. NOW...show me your fucking hands!" This guy was good he kept his distance to Flints dismay; but would he shoot...he was a cobra operative no doubt but they'd avoid police and the subsequent media attention if it could be avoided...most likely. Flint was going to have to roll the dice.
"Look man..." Flint said loudly as he made an open palm gesture towards the sentry "I'm just tryin' to find my girlfriends ride, I haven't had my fix today and the bitch left for work with my shit in the glove box brother....Its got me all kinds of crazy, Please just HOOK IT UP FOR ME, HELP ME OUT, then we can both just relax"
He hoped Chuckles heard him, he needed Chuckles to do the right thing. They first and foremost needed the device installed and then Flint needed some assistance.
"Get on your knees and put your hands behind your back!"
Oh, this wasn't going so good.
The sentry grabbed his mic and called in for back up. Flint guessed it was for show, to elicit some compliance and cooperation where he actually a trespasser or a thief he'd behave expecting more security personnel to arrive...or, he panicked for a moment, had their countermeasures failed?! when no call came back confirming the request, Flint knew the sentry was full of shit, and as he turned slightly at first feigning a docile demeanor, he bolted.
***Thoom, Thoom, Thoom*** shots rang out and ricocheted
Flint dove, spun himself and crouched low behind the engine block of a nearby Tahoe. He couldn't believe he was being shot at.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ man, DON'T SHOOT, DON'T SHOOT" Flint tried to play the part while he pulled the modified Tac 12 out of his pack, he hoped this would give Chuckles the time he needed to finish. Flint made a hard choice and wedged the shotgun up under an SUV, and after snaking through several rows of vehicles making deliberate noise, he sprinted across the through way to draw the sentry; further from the elevators and his team mate.
***Thoom, Thoom*** another two rounds impacted the wall just in front of Flint, the snake had him dead to rights as he froze
"Alright Alright" Flint threw himself into a panic "fer fuck sake don't kill me man, I just need my shit, Please...you don't unders..."
***Thoom***
The bullet tore through Flint's knee in an explosion of pain and he went down hard "AAAAAAARGH, UNGH, FUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
The sentry cautiously approached, his pistol expertly trained on the injured Joe. Flint's blood glistened in the pool of light focused on him.
"I said freeze, that means don't fuckin' move!" the sentry barked "No ones gonna miss a junky thief piece of shit if I waste you!"
Flint held his leg trying to apply pressure without looking too competent...if he didn't handle this right, he was going to die.
"Hands; let me see 'em now. NOW...show me your fucking hands!" This guy was good he kept his distance to Flints dismay; but would he shoot...he was a cobra operative no doubt but they'd avoid police and the subsequent media attention if it could be avoided...most likely. Flint was going to have to roll the dice.
"Look man..." Flint said loudly as he made an open palm gesture towards the sentry "I'm just tryin' to find my girlfriends ride, I haven't had my fix today and the bitch left for work with my shit in the glove box brother....Its got me all kinds of crazy, Please just HOOK IT UP FOR ME, HELP ME OUT, then we can both just relax"
He hoped Chuckles heard him, he needed Chuckles to do the right thing. They first and foremost needed the device installed and then Flint needed some assistance.
"Get on your knees and put your hands behind your back!"
Oh, this wasn't going so good.
The sentry grabbed his mic and called in for back up. Flint guessed it was for show, to elicit some compliance and cooperation where he actually a trespasser or a thief he'd behave expecting more security personnel to arrive...or, he panicked for a moment, had their countermeasures failed?! when no call came back confirming the request, Flint knew the sentry was full of shit, and as he turned slightly at first feigning a docile demeanor, he bolted.
***Thoom, Thoom, Thoom*** shots rang out and ricocheted
Flint dove, spun himself and crouched low behind the engine block of a nearby Tahoe. He couldn't believe he was being shot at.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ man, DON'T SHOOT, DON'T SHOOT" Flint tried to play the part while he pulled the modified Tac 12 out of his pack, he hoped this would give Chuckles the time he needed to finish. Flint made a hard choice and wedged the shotgun up under an SUV, and after snaking through several rows of vehicles making deliberate noise, he sprinted across the through way to draw the sentry; further from the elevators and his team mate.
***Thoom, Thoom*** another two rounds impacted the wall just in front of Flint, the snake had him dead to rights as he froze
"Alright Alright" Flint threw himself into a panic "fer fuck sake don't kill me man, I just need my shit, Please...you don't unders..."
***Thoom***
The bullet tore through Flint's knee in an explosion of pain and he went down hard "AAAAAAARGH, UNGH, FUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
The sentry cautiously approached, his pistol expertly trained on the injured Joe. Flint's blood glistened in the pool of light focused on him.
"I said freeze, that means don't fuckin' move!" the sentry barked "No ones gonna miss a junky thief piece of shit if I waste you!"
Flint held his leg trying to apply pressure without looking too competent...if he didn't handle this right, he was going to die.
***
The Arbco Officer ignored his sudden suspicion of Lady Jaye, as he
stiffened and shifted his attention as the first shots fired inside the
garage. In the instant his wide eyes flashed to the cage gate and the
"janitor" just on the other side who was now unmistakenly chambering a
round in the AK he had just pulled from the trash can, she slammed the
suburban into reverse and floored it, cutting the wheel hard right. The
engine growled as it shot across the street and up onto the curb;
crippling a mailbox and claiming the life of a newspaper dispenser.
Weapon in hand, the sentry shot one last hateful look her direction,
then raced inside.
Lady Jaye's eyes darted to her watch, nearly 9 minutes down.
Two more shots rang out, her heart raced, She wanted to ram the gate, dismount and deal with what was apparently a rapidly deteriorating situation inside, but she needed to be at the extraction point. As she raced the wrong way down the one way street she heard another single shot. She took the corner hard and with tears in her eyes, fearing the worst.
Lady Jaye's eyes darted to her watch, nearly 9 minutes down.
Two more shots rang out, her heart raced, She wanted to ram the gate, dismount and deal with what was apparently a rapidly deteriorating situation inside, but she needed to be at the extraction point. As she raced the wrong way down the one way street she heard another single shot. She took the corner hard and with tears in her eyes, fearing the worst.
***
Chuckles had just removed the elevators call box when he heard the
Sentry demanding Flints surrender; they weren't far off at all but out of
sight sufficiently so to allow him to complete the instal, he hoped.
"Why was flint always right"
Quickly he removed the last screw and slid out the entirety of the mechanism, a few quick snips as he heard Flint rebuttal the guard. Good, Flint was playing it off expertly.
As he wired in the device, gunshots broke his concentration; Flints immediate panicked pleading let chuckles know he was okay and bought Chuckles enough time to secure the face plate but with only one screw in opposing corners, sufficient to keep it in place, it'd have to do!
Chuckles hit the up arrow on the call box and it lit up, he could hear the hum of the elevator below, it worked. Looking at his watch he had less than 90 seconds to clear the facility.
A single shot rang out, followed immediately by Flints agonizing scream. Drawing his pistol Chuckles maneuvered closer to the action and as he drew down on the unsuspecting snake who stood over Flint, Flint waved him off without the cobra trooper ever knowing how close to death he was.
Chuckles wrestled with Flints decision as he disengaged then realigned his weapon, clearly conflicted. Again Flint's eyes conveyed his intent along with another dismissive gesture seemingly intended to stop the guard from squeezing off another round, was really telling Chuckles "Go!"
Flint launched into another bout of painful yelping to keep the guards attention and cover any sound Chuckles might make on his exfil.
Slinking into the shadows and keeping low between the vehicles, Chuckles made his get away.
"Why was flint always right"
Quickly he removed the last screw and slid out the entirety of the mechanism, a few quick snips as he heard Flint rebuttal the guard. Good, Flint was playing it off expertly.
As he wired in the device, gunshots broke his concentration; Flints immediate panicked pleading let chuckles know he was okay and bought Chuckles enough time to secure the face plate but with only one screw in opposing corners, sufficient to keep it in place, it'd have to do!
Chuckles hit the up arrow on the call box and it lit up, he could hear the hum of the elevator below, it worked. Looking at his watch he had less than 90 seconds to clear the facility.
A single shot rang out, followed immediately by Flints agonizing scream. Drawing his pistol Chuckles maneuvered closer to the action and as he drew down on the unsuspecting snake who stood over Flint, Flint waved him off without the cobra trooper ever knowing how close to death he was.
Chuckles wrestled with Flints decision as he disengaged then realigned his weapon, clearly conflicted. Again Flint's eyes conveyed his intent along with another dismissive gesture seemingly intended to stop the guard from squeezing off another round, was really telling Chuckles "Go!"
Flint launched into another bout of painful yelping to keep the guards attention and cover any sound Chuckles might make on his exfil.
Slinking into the shadows and keeping low between the vehicles, Chuckles made his get away.
***
The door to the third floor stairwell burst open and a gunman armed with
an AK-47 moved towards Flint and the Cobra who were reacting with equal
surprise to what sounded like a car wreck outside.
Tactically sweeping his field of fire as he moved, the Cobra in coveralls turned and covered the far side of the garage as he barked over his shoulder.
"Comms are down and we got some kind of nonsense at the gate Sir, whats the situation here?"
The viper smiled as he brought a combat boot down hard on Flint's wound, keeping his weapon and sure fire focused on the Joes face. Flint winced and played up the pain. The viper backed off and relaxed his weapon only slightly.
"What we got here..." he said looking to the trooper "is some junky piece of shit aspiring burglar, or so he'd have us believe."
"Is he alone?" the trooper asked nervously scanning the sea of vehicles.
"Seemed to be, why don't you zip him up, then take a team through here... and be REAL thorough!"
"You want 9-1-1 in on this Sir?"
"Nah, I think our guys are going to want to talk to him, awfully convenient this fucks walking around in here with our systems down!"
"Roger" The trooper slung his rifle and produced a set of flex cuffs.
the vipers boot smeared some of Flint's blood and he looked at the mess with some displeasure "and get a detail up here to clean this shit up!"
Tactically sweeping his field of fire as he moved, the Cobra in coveralls turned and covered the far side of the garage as he barked over his shoulder.
"Comms are down and we got some kind of nonsense at the gate Sir, whats the situation here?"
The viper smiled as he brought a combat boot down hard on Flint's wound, keeping his weapon and sure fire focused on the Joes face. Flint winced and played up the pain. The viper backed off and relaxed his weapon only slightly.
"What we got here..." he said looking to the trooper "is some junky piece of shit aspiring burglar, or so he'd have us believe."
"Is he alone?" the trooper asked nervously scanning the sea of vehicles.
"Seemed to be, why don't you zip him up, then take a team through here... and be REAL thorough!"
"You want 9-1-1 in on this Sir?"
"Nah, I think our guys are going to want to talk to him, awfully convenient this fucks walking around in here with our systems down!"
"Roger" The trooper slung his rifle and produced a set of flex cuffs.
the vipers boot smeared some of Flint's blood and he looked at the mess with some displeasure "and get a detail up here to clean this shit up!"
***
15 seconds...Chuckles slid down the drainage pipe and dropped from about
10'. Landing, he broke into a full sprint as the seconds ticked down.
As the alarm on his wrist watched flashed and beeped he slammed the door
on the suburban and his eyes met Lady Jaye's, who now knew for certain,
Flint wasn't coming home from this one.
She set her jaw and maneuvered the suburban through side streets back onto the highway as Chuckles provided Joe base with a SITREP
"I say again....Objective complete, two en route to the roost, that's two en route to the roost, ETA two zero Mikes"
"Understood" came breakers solemn reply. He knew by the personnel count something had gone horribly wrong.
Lady Jaye glanced sideways through teary eyes at Chuckles as the suburban weaved through morning traffic
"He's alive Lady Jaye and he's gonna be okay, Flint waved me off to not blow the op, He..."
"YOU FUCKING LEFT HIM?!"
Chuckles caught the hammer fist she threw at his face, distancing himself while pinning her arm down
"Easy Alison...Shit, will you listen, flints GOT a plan and we're going to get enough Intel from this to do some real damage!"
snatching her arm back she glared at him and looked away
"FUCK YOU Chuckles!"
She set her jaw and maneuvered the suburban through side streets back onto the highway as Chuckles provided Joe base with a SITREP
"I say again....Objective complete, two en route to the roost, that's two en route to the roost, ETA two zero Mikes"
"Understood" came breakers solemn reply. He knew by the personnel count something had gone horribly wrong.
Lady Jaye glanced sideways through teary eyes at Chuckles as the suburban weaved through morning traffic
"He's alive Lady Jaye and he's gonna be okay, Flint waved me off to not blow the op, He..."
"YOU FUCKING LEFT HIM?!"
Chuckles caught the hammer fist she threw at his face, distancing himself while pinning her arm down
"Easy Alison...Shit, will you listen, flints GOT a plan and we're going to get enough Intel from this to do some real damage!"
snatching her arm back she glared at him and looked away
"FUCK YOU Chuckles!"
--------------------End Chapter 1-----------------
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