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Omar Smith
19 July, 2016, 3:24 AM UTC

CHAPTER 1

Search and rescue





  Sweat poured off my face, my breathing was labored. The air around my feet was cold and but not as cold as the table I was laying on. The room was completely dark and not a sound could be heard. Each of my limbs were restrained. Ever so often I could feel a drop of water hit me between the eyes. Drip... drip... drip... . I was beginning to lose my mind. My arms and legs felt as if they were drained of my blood, my eyes ignored my command to open. "Just a little  longer!"  I kept telling myself. A door somewhere opened and the room was flooded with light. Heavy footsteps surrounded me from all directions, these were followed by what was the unmistakably sound of weapons being prepared to fire. My eyes were closed but I could see exactly what was going on. Soldiers lined all six walls, weapons trained on my slender frame, ready to shoot me without a moments hesitation. I waited and listened, nothing. Then the distinctive sound of heels clattering across the floor could be heard. A sharp pain struck me violently in the neck and a burning sensation followed. I opened my mouth to scream but something fuzzy was immediately forced into my mouth. My eyes shot open, the sweat on my face simmered away. My vision went blurry, my jaw slacked, my larynx felt as if it was being crushed in my throat. My upper body went numb and my my lower body followed suit. My toes went ice cold and the joints in my ankles became like statues. The restraints on me were removed and I was dragged off the table. I couldn't feel anything, the only indication that I had hit the ground was the rapid black and white slides that flashed in my head. My head filled with a deafening noise and my ears started to bleed. Two men grabbed onto my arms and dragged me up into a chair where I was restrained again. A bright light was turned on and the warmth made me forget about of my surroundings. The light was beautiful, it went from white to blue to red and the cycle continued. My neck collapsed and my line of sight was brought to my foot. In front of mine were two black heels, the feet that wore them were majestic in comparison to mine. Steel tipped  boots joined the side of the heels and a gloved hand grabbed my left... my right foot... I can't remember which foot it was. Down came the other gloved hand with a large metal pliers. The tool was attached to my great toenail and both were gone from my vision in a flash. This process continued until all were gone. A toothpick was inserted into the soft flesh and poked out the other side and left there. The searing noise slowly faded away, water came to my eyes, the pain in my neck subdued. I could feel the blood rushing around my body. A door somewhere, to my right I think, opened and heavy footsteps could be heard leaving the room. The heels did a 180 degree spin and walked away from me. I managed to lift my head enough to see the lower half of a slender female. She dropped something on the table and walked back towards me. She then walked to the back of the chair and sat down in another.

"Does it hurt yet?" came the soothing voice from behind me. "Who are you, who are you really? Why do you exist? what is your purpose?" These questions were repeated over and over as if it were a machine programed  to do so.

My toes felt wet, I looked down to see them covered in what appeared to be blood. Suddenly I felt it. I tried to keel over but was restrained to my sitting position. I inhaled vigorously and started to choke as the furry object placed in my mouth slipped further down my throat. I jumped and the chair followed me and fell onto it's side. My head knocked against the ground and the gag fell halfway out of my mouth, I spit it out. I started shrieking but this only put me in a more unfavorable situation. My ears felt as if they were being torn off by my own screams. The warm light shut off and the room became dark again.

"Does it hurt yet?" came the soothing voice from behind me. "Who are you, who are you really? Why do you exist? what is your purpose?" These questions were repeated over and over as if it were a machine programed  to do so.

"Yes it hurts! Make it stop!" I attempted to scream but my throat did not cooperate. I tried to struggle my way out of the chair even though I knew it was impossible to get out, I guess it was a ' do or die trying' situation.

Beep beep, crackle shhhhh filled the room and a deep voice echoed. 

"Ma'am, there is a situation at the main gate, we need your help!" Said whoever was on the opposite end of the intercom. Gunfire could be heard.

The woman stopped reciting the questions and got up. She then proceeded to walk towards the door but was interrupted as the door came flying off and landed near my head. Angels in White stormed the room and tackled the woman to the floor. they surrounded me and lifted the chair upright. Moments later I was cut from the metal contraption and strung over the soldier of one of the white angles. I heard one of them on the radio saying something about targets being secured or something but I am not sure. Maybe I was imaging these guardians in the first place, who knew?

After flooding corridors and breaking down doors we reached the outside the sound of men shouting and guns being operated filled the world. I was tossed into the back of some type of aviation. Some of the Angels in white jumped on board while others stayed outside. The ramp-door closed and a vaguely familiar insignia was printed on the door. It was the head of some kind of bird, maybe an eagle or a vulture, nothing seems certain anymore. All this was overbearing, I felt myself slipping away from reality. Two of the Angels in White tended to me while the others were performing various tasks.

"Hey, look at me." Came the voice of one of the Angels. Truly, his voice was god-like. "How many fingers do I have up?"

I made no attempt to look. Soon after I passed out.


[To be continued]

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Aavon Strendtberg
19 July, 2016, 3:35 AM UTC
very very nice dude!
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Omar Smith
19 July, 2016, 4:52 AM UTC
Aavon Strendtberg said:

very very nice dude!
Thank you. I will try to write the next chapter tomorrow. 
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Omar Smith
19 July, 2016, 4:55 AM UTC
Before I do I will pose this question. Who are the angels in white and what insignia did I see in the aviation? Any guesses? 
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Omar Smith
21 July, 2016, 4:38 AM UTC

Chapter 2

Angels in White



  I opened my eyes to find a pure white roof was fixed above my gaze. I turned my head to the left to find an empty hospital bed. I looked down my torso, I was in a blue robe. My surroundings felt extremely familiar. I felt an panic rising in my chest, images of a dark hole flashed quickly in my head.  "Does it hurt yet?" came the soothing voice from behind me. "Who are you, who are you really? Why do you exist? what is your purpose?" I almost leapt out of my bed.

"Hey, hey!" came a familiar voice, " Its ok, you are sa..."

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE?!" I interrupted.

"Dude... chill..." replied the woman who sat at my bedside.

My senses returned to me and I recognized the attractive figure, it was my Supervising officer.

"I know you hate hospitals but don't you think that you are overreacting?" She said to me.

I was dumbstruck, my mind was still haunted by the images. I built up the determination to speak.

"Eerrmm..." Nothing would come out.

"Look at me." My S.O. said. " You were rescued from behind enemy lines. It wasn't pretty. It would have been a failed attempt had we not signed that agreement with that.... with that dictator." Her mind was drifting elsewhere.

"How long do I have to stay in this prison?" I responded in a gloomy voice. My SO chuckled.

"You broke all your ribs in that crash and all you are doing is complaining about the sole place that is keeping you alive." She flashed a toothy grin at me. "Typical Ash for ya'."

I returned her smile. " Really though, how long?" That was my main concern. I love would say that I hate hospitals but that would be an understatement.

"3 more days if you cooperate, you've been cold for 2 weeks."

"Two weeks? That means..." I started to say before I was interrupted.

"Don't worry, T is alright." My S.O. responded. "She was here earlier."

"Oh, where is she now?" I questioned her.

"She... detached not too long ago..." Came the reply.

"But she is with our squad. Why aren't you out there with her?" I was starting to worry. How much had actually happened in 2 weeks?

"She was drafted for a S&R" My S.O. said. "They'll be back in two days."

A search and rescue I thought. "Which team is she working with?" I had so many questions that I knew would not be answered.

"..."

"Can you at least tell me what the risk is?"

"Stop mixing your private affairs with your job soldier." Snapped my S.O.

"I am hospitalized, what job are you talking about?" I retorted.

My S.O. sighed. "She is going to be fine Ash, trust me on that."

There was nothing more I could say.

"Don't get me wrong Ash, I am concerned about your state but I am here on orders." My S.O. was no longer my friend, she was a sergeant in command of a squad capable of hitting any base on the map, success was her middle name. I was no longer Ash, I was class 2 specialist with advanced military training capable of piloting anything built by man, results was my middle name. We were down to business.

"26th August, 2016, mission report." My S.O. commanded

I closed my eyes and thought hard. As I recited the details of the mission as my S.O. scribbled them down on a paper. The end result was this.

  • Operation "Quiet Sirens"
  • 26 08 2019
  • 02:00am
  • Location Departure: Area 597 [REDACTED] {active F.O.B.}
  • Target Destination: Starlet [x: 967; y: -5647] {active F.O.B.}
  • Action: Raid
  • Means: 1 YAN-200(Light Infantry)
  • Offense: --
  • Defense: --
  • Capacity: --
  • Speed: --
  • Time: 1h.
  • Results: Failure
  • Casualties: Aviation
  • Affected units: YAN-200
  • Resources recovered: --
  • Resistance: Sappers, Light Snipers(Light Infantry), Heavy Snipers, Mortar Infantry(Heavy Infantry)
  • Target Casualties: 0
  • Affected units: --
  • Director: Michael Haynes

My S.O. stood up to leave. "This Intel will be carefully reviewed by trained personnel for future reference. Is there anything you missed or would like to add to this report soldier?"

"Negative Lieutenant." Was my blunt response.

She started to walk towards the door. "Take care Mike." The official part was over, we were buddies again. "And don't give the staff any trouble, that's an order." She smiled over her shoulder.

"You got it L.T." I responded calmly. "Hey wait!" I snapped.

"Huh?" She turned around.

"Who grabbed me?" I queried.

"HQ is working on that, they didn't expect any resistance."

"No, I don't mean who took me hostage, I mean who rescued me." Images of these men in white filled my mind.

"Those are some new guys, they attracted some attention for themselves when they grabbed you in 4 hours flat. We usually take 7 hours longer" replied my S.O."

"Are they our guys?" I questioned her once more.

"Well, lets just say that they are on our side." My S.O. responded.

"They were amazing. I've got to find the squad that saved my life." I said aloud but to no one in particular.

"That won't be possible, those guys were replaced immediately after the S&R." My S.O. said to me.

"Huh?" That didn't seem like a familiar tactic to me. "Do they belong to Front Lock? Front Lock was our sole Ally, they don't like risking their units much. But if so, why send others, the answer was made known to me.

"They belong to some new government agency called the Syndicate. Two weeks ago this guy showed up and demanded to speak with the Director." My S.O. began. "Naturally he told him that the Chief was offsite but he started giving us classified information about our operations. Then he took out a device and said "All that information could be sent worldwide with the push of a button." We called his bluff but he hit us with a "You sure you want to risk that?". We caved. Now they have access to all our information. They probably know what you did at you uncle's 57th birthday at 11:56pm by now."

"The Syndicate huh?" This new organization peeked my interest.

"I almost had to destroy one for acting like he owned the place. They walk around like eagles but I see them as nothing but vultures." Beep, beep, crackle, shhhhhhh went the radio attached to her tightly fitting well ironed uniform. "Now they are making us wear these noisy things. I swear, the enemy is going to know where we are at all times. Not that that is a problem or anything.."

"Those are tapped aren't they?" I asked her.

"Tapped? Linked is a more accurate term." she replied. She stepped into a corner and spoke quietly into the radio. "I have to go, Chief wants me now." She walked towards the door.

"Hey Annie!" I called behind her. "You sure you would have one that fight?" I taunted her. I could only do this since she couldn't stay. I knew this would come back to bite me where it hurts. Her radio went off again as she closed the door and my mind went into turmoil. That sounded extremely familiar to me. A familiar nurse entered the room and interrupted my thoughts.

"You ready for your favorite place in the world?" She taunted me.

"Kilo Mike Alpha!" I retorted. She grinned as she took up a large needle and walked towards me. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT?!" I screeched. She walked up to me and put it in a compartment under the bed.

"Don't tell me that 117 is afraid of being poked?" She said as she attempted to poke me with her finger. I brushed away her hand.

"Get lost!" I snapped.

"As soon as you finish your routine Mr. Warlord." She replied calmly.

"5 more minutes please?" I begged.

"Now maggot." she commanded.

"Ugghh... I hate hospitals..." I groaned.


[To be continued]


This is Commander Smith of AREA 597. You are now in the custody of the most lethal F.O.B. on Zandian soil. Refusal to cooperate will be met with the appropriate level of force. You don't have the right to remain silent.
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Omar Smith
21 July, 2016, 4:43 AM UTC

SPOILER ALERT( READ BELOW AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION)


The information given about the Syndicate are inaccurate and is there to assist the plot.
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Kallisi
21 July, 2016, 6:44 AM UTC
Very good commander keep up the good work 
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Omar Smith
22 July, 2016, 2:33 AM UTC

CHAPTER 3


Great news gone bad!


  "C'mon Sarah, I am fine." I begged the nurse. "What is a few hours in advance?"


"Do you know what happened the last time I let you go early Ash?" Sarah asked me.


"No, what?" I replied.


"I got Court-martialed for a week. The chief doesn't want anything to happen to you. I am not going back to jag." She responded while adjusting my I.V.


"Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't know." I said.


"Of course you didn't know." She snapped. "No one ever comes back here, no one appreciates us but who gives a damn!" She stormed out of the room but not before flashing me a dirty look.


There we go Ash, messing things up again... I thought to myself. The door reopened and I got a pleasant surprise. Standing on the door way was my best friend, Tiara. She forced a smile and I returned it.


"How are ya' holding up?" She asked me.


"They don't call me 'Creighton' for fun." I replied. "How about you?"


Her eyes dropped. "I just got released from the infirmary."


"What happened, why were you sent there?" I started to worry again. I had many questions.


"I... it's nothing. I had a a headache, that's all." She stammered.


"Tiara Lee Haynes." I knew she was hiding something from me.


"Ash Johnathon Robinson." She replied.


"Now that we got our names out of the way lets get back to the question at hand."


"I said that I had a headache."


"You expect me to believe that?"


"So you don't trust me now?"


"Don't, don't."


"Don't what?"


"Don't do that."


"I'm sorry, I don't remember getting the memo about you having a say in my life, could you resend it?"


"What the hell is your problem? I asked you a simple question."


"I don't have time for this."


"Time for what?"


"You, you always ruin everything!"


"Oh, so that is how you want to make it little ms. holier than thou."


Tiara walked out of the room.


Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid. Why am I so stupid? I always mess up everything.


I sat up and peeked through the window behind me. The sun was going down. The base would be on lock down soon. Day patrols were slacking off.


The base was on lock down, not a sound could be heard. I had to make things right with Tiara. I eased out of bed and out into the hallway with nothing but my gown. I knew that if I was caught it wouldn't end well so I decided that I wouldn't let that happen. If the Syndicate hadn't changed the way we operate there should be two guards at the front door. I made my way through the waiting area and into the lobby. Sure enough I could see two silhouettes through the door. I looked around and saw pens on the front desk. I had an idea.


"Am I hearing things again or did you hear that too? One guard asked the other.


"I was hoping that I wasn't hearing things."


"I'll go check it out."


"Sure, leave me out here in the cold all by my self.


Guard no.1 entered the room and flicked on a flashlight. It was time for me to make my move.Quicker than you could say 'contact' I dashed across the hall way from one room to the other. The guard instinctively drew his handgun.


"Hello?" He called into the darkness.


Was he for real? He is going to call out and expect me to answer? This whole thing reminded me of something that would happen in a movie; I would lure him into a trap, take him out and be on my way. That was exactly what happened, only with a lot more struggling and calling for backup. Guard no.2 came storming in with his gun drawn and light shining. I felt trapped and started to panic. As the guard entered room that I was in he found me sprawled out across the floor, seemingly unconscious . I couldn't even imagine what would have been going through his head. His attention  was focus on his partner now. With his back to me I had my chance but instinct told me not to jump at the chance. Beep beep crackle shhhhh his radio went off. It was a regular check in from HQ.


"Stat." The voice on the other side of the radio said abruptly after a long silence.


The guard took a while to answer. "This is Green Section, send backup now."


There was no response, there was no need to, actions are more effective than words. I knew that mere moments the closest patrol would be storming the building prepared to shoot anything with a pulse. From my position on the floor I managed to tiger sweep guard no.2. He hit his head on the way down and went out like a bad bulb. I jumped to my feet and tore for the exit. Rdrdrdrdrdrdrdr. The sound of rotors were close.


"What have I gotten myself into?" I started to sweat, I knew what could happen if I got caught. Maybe it wasn't too late to throw in the towel and go back to the room? No, finish the mission or die trying. I made a sprint towards the rear of the building but a bright light shone down upon me.


A voice came over a megaphone."This is Night Side patrol. By the authority given to me I order you to stand down. Failure to comply will result in necessary action. I repeat. This is Night Side patrol. By the authority given to me I order you to stand down. Failure to comply will result in necessary action." There was no way I was letting Night Side get a hold on me, I heard the rumors. I started running towards the barracks, if I could make it that far, I had a chance. Something clicked in my brain, NSP doesn't address targets like that.  The chopper moved in front of me and dropped a line. A man slid down the rope and stood in my path.


"You don't want to do this buddy!" I warmed him. As I neared him I realized that he was wearing an assault infantry's uniform, to top it all of, the uniform was snow white. [REDACTED] i whispered under my breath. He raised his R46 at me and this stopped me dead my tracks.


This is Night Side Patrol, surrender or I will open fire!" He commanded. I had no other choice, I surrendered. After I was apprehended and interrogated I would be sent directly to my S.O. I wasn't looking forward to that.


Annie had her back to the door when I arrived. I was forced into a chair and the door was shut behind me.


"It's ok, you can leave now." Annie was speaking to the men in white.


"No can do. Syndicate will need to document this." The head of the squad responded.


"Your boss doesn't have to know a damn thing. We agreed to cooperate and that is all." Annie snapped. I was more afraid of what she was going to do to me than I was when my interceptor almost shot me.


"Ma'am, we are not leaving." Was the response.


Annie exhaled vigorously. Her attention was focused on me now. She stared directly into my eyes and I don't ever remember being so afraid of her in my life. She was nicknamed 'perturbation' for fun. Her glare was reaching into my soul. This was her way of terrifying her victims.


"Ma'am if you aren't going to do your job we can get you replaced within the hour."

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Annie barked. I couldn't see but even the supermen flinched. "Speak!" She was talking to me now.

I would usually have been sarcastic in a situation like this but I dared not. "I'm sorry." That was the only thing that came to my head.

"Don't give me that." All traces of anger and aggression was gone.  This was the scariest part. "What time is it soldier?"

I didn't have a watch on me and the room was too dark to see anything but 'I don't know' was not a possibility in this situation. "It is late ma'am.

"Do you think that it is late enough?" She was referring to my premature leave of the hospital. "What are the rules pertaining to this situation commander?.

I ignored the first question in the hope that it was rhetorical. "When the project enters lock down all units off duty are to report to the bunker until the next day."

"Where are you right now commander?"

"In violation ma'am."

"That doesn't answer my question soldier."

"I am in violation of Section 2, subsection 7 which states that units are to follow regulations at all times or be prosecuted. "

"Is that what you want soldier?"

"No ma'am."

"Give me one good reason or I will have you transferred to a reform camp."

"I have none ma'am."

"Gather your gear commander, you leave now. Maybe you will get that promotion when you get back."

This news shocked me. I had no  idea that I was about to be promoted. Well, I could kiss that goodbye. The Syndicate team lead me to the Hospital.

"You have 1 minute to come back out or we come in. Got it? I didn't respond.

I stepped in to find Tiara sitting at the empty bed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her.

She spun around with tears in her eyes.

"T, what happened?"

"Guess you do ruin everything. Can't even manage to be there for a friend when needed."

"I am here now T."

"Just shut up lair."

That hit me hard. She was hurting inside but there was truth behind her words. I never really was there when I was needed. She walked past me. There was a commotion outside and a struggle ensued. I rushed outside to see the entire Syndicate team neutralized. Tiara was stepping through the front door. I grabbed my things and stepped back outside to find the Syndicate team on their feet as if nothing happened.

"I don't think you want your boss to know about this one." I chuckled.

"Shut up and move idiot."

"What, did she take a chunk of your pride with her?"

"You are soo lucky your [REDACTED] has fragile stamped on the front.

"Whatever, just take me to the convoy." Little did I know my life was about to take a turn for the worse.


[To be continued]


This is Commander Smith of AREA 597. You are now in the custody of the most lethal F.O.B. on Zandian soil. Refusal to cooperate will be met with the appropriate level of force. You don't have the right to remain silent.
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Omar Smith
22 July, 2016, 2:35 AM UTC
I apologize if this chapter isn't as exciting as the previous two. I wasn't at my best and it took me half of the day to write this. Sorry again. I will try to make the next chapter thrilling if I can.
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Omar Smith
25 July, 2016, 4:17 AM UTC

CHAPTER 4

S&R



"Oh, you're still in here." The nurse said to me.

"Uhh, yeah." I replied.

"You sure you don't want some rest before you get deploy again?"

"My team isn't scheduled for another week so I don't have to worry."

"You guys live to fight, remember that you are man not machine."

"Woman and I know."

"Call me if he wakes up."

"Will do... and... thanks Sarah." "You do a lot of work and I really appreciate it."

"Ohh, uhh, thanks." The  nurse blushed. "I'll be going now."

"Cya around."

Not long after the nurse left the room another figure entered.

"Oh hey T, should've known you'd be in here." A woman in a tightly fitting well ironed uniform spoke out.

"Lieutenant!" I said as I jumped to attention. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"I am here to document the operation. How is he doing?"

"Hasn't even moved once." My eyes shifted to the gound.

My S.O. stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. "They don't call him a Creighton for nothing T, he'll be fine."

"You're right, he always bounces back."

My S.O. smiled at me. The door flung over, 3 men in dark blue suits stormed the room. My S.O. jumped in front of me and looked ready to fight. Nothing moved for a few moments.

"You got business here?!" My S.O. finally broke the silence.

"We wouldn't be here if we didn't ma'am." One of the men answered.

"Well state it!"

"We have no concern with you. We are here for Class 1 operative Tiara Lee Haynes, please step back."

"I am her supervising officer Lieutenant Annie K. White, what business do you have with her?"

"That is not yours to worry about."

"Well I guess she is not your to take."

One of the guys in the back got on the radio and spoke quietly. He handed Annie the radio who reluctantly took it.

"Lieutenant Annie Kanya White, this is acting assistant director J. Black. I order you to stand down and allow the kind gentle men to take class 1 operative Tiara Lee Haynes into custody." A deep voice came over the radio.

Both myself and Annie stood in shock. Since when was there an acting assistant director, what happened to the assistant director?

"I demand to speak directly to the director, acting assistant director." Annie snarled.

"That isn't possible at the moment. Any thing that concerns you can be stated to the guys in the respective department, you know the procedure lieutenant. Now, surrender custody of Class 1 Operative Tiara Lee Haynes or I will take the necessary actions, I am not under any circumstances negotiating with you." His voice was filled with authority.

"Let me talk to him." I said to Annie who handed the HT to me. I looked for PTT button but couldn't find it. What kind of radio is this? I thought to myself.

"This is Class 1 operative Tiara Lee Haynes of squad 3, how may I be of service?" I spoke into the HT hoping that whoever was on the other end received my message. There was a long silence, I felt stupid. I was just about to ask how the radio was used but was stopped by the voice on the other side.

"Class 1 operative Tiara Lee Haynes, can you verify your identity." That wasn't a question, it was an order.

"Negative... sir."

"Understood soldier. Hand the radio back to the gentlemen for me."

The men in dark blue verified that I was who I said I was then handed the HT back to me.

"Class 1 operative Tiara Lee Haynes."

"Sir."

"These kind gentlemen are here to escort you directly to the command HQ via Syndicate M22043 Creighton. Failure to comply will result in the necessary actions."

"Understood."

"What was that soldier?"

"Understood sir."

"That's better." It almost sounded as if he chuckled.

Annie relaxed her posture and turned to face me. She gave me a look that I did not understand.

I walked around her and stood before the head man. "This way ma'am." He urged my towards the door without touching me.

It had been awhile since I had been inside the HQ and it seemed so alien to me. This is where the red tape is made huh? The men in blue stopped at the door and I was greeted by men in white uniform who reminded me of assault infantry.

"This way ma'am." One of them said. I wanted to knock him upside his snow-white and the seven dwraves helmet with his R46.

"Could you please stop calling me ma'am?" I asked.

"Understood Class 1 operative Haynes."

That was even worse. I entered into a spacious elevator that was filled with air freshener and thought about how much the barracks differed in comparison. Another reason I disliked the director. He had a hot meal airlifted in everyday and we were stuck with egg crystals. The soldiers didn't get in but long-pressed the 3rd floor button. The elevator made it's descent. I was shocked, I never knew that there was an underground sector other than the bunker.


To be continued


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Alyona Kolomiitseva
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25 July, 2016, 10:52 AM UTC

Good work, Omar!

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Omar Smith
25 July, 2016, 5:59 PM UTC
Thank you so much. My eyes popped like  saucers when I logged in. I appreciate the award.
This is Commander Smith of AREA 597. You are now in the custody of the most lethal F.O.B. on Zandian soil. Refusal to cooperate will be met with the appropriate level of force. You don't have the right to remain silent.
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Omar Smith
29 July, 2016, 6:15 PM UTC

I have no idea how long I have been in the elevator but my feet were killing me. Finally the distinct unforgettable feeling of an elevator stopping rocked my soul. The doors opened and as I predicted, more escorts were waiting, all Syndicate issued, I didn't like what was going on. Through the various mazes and doors we went until we finally reached a pair of double doors so shiny they seemed loud. As doors opened automatically and I stepped in, my escorts stayed outside as the doors closed behind meI have no idea how long I have been in the elevator but my feet were killing me. Finally the distinct unforgettable feeling of the elevator stopping rocked my soul. The doors opened and as I predicted, more escorts were waiting, all Syndicate issued, I didn't like what was going on. Through the various mazes and doors we went until we finally reached a pair of double doors so shiny they seemed loud. As doors opened automatically and I stepped in, my escorts stayed outside as the doors closed behind me. I stood before a figure shrouded in darkness. He looked at me with a smirk on his face. I waited for him to speak but realized that he was going to address me.


"Class 1 operative Tiara Lee Haynes of squad 3." I said to him.

"Have a seat." "I am acting assistant director John Black."

"Permission to speak freely sir?"

"Shoot."

"What are the conditions that have you appointed as acting assistant director, why are Syndicate units crawling around in this... bunker and why do you want to see me."

"The previous assistant director went AWOL, I am simply standing in, The director has agreed to fully cooperate with the Syndicate which includes full access to the facilities and information.. I stood before a figure shrouded in darkness. He looked at me with a smirk on his face. I waited for him to speak but realized that he was going to address me.


"Class 1 operative Tiara Lee Haynes of squad 3." I said to him.

"Have a seat." "I am acting assistant director John Black."

"Permission to speak freely sir?"

"Shoot."

"What are the conditions that have you appointed as acting assistant director, why are Syndicate units crawling around in this... bunker and why do you want to see me."

"The previous assistant director went AWOL, I am simply standing in, The director has agreed to fully cooperate with the Syndicate which includes full access to the facilities and information, as for seeing you, your skills have proved reliable both in the field and on base. I wish to exploit your skills."

"I take it I don't have much choice in the matter do I?"

He peered at me from behind the desk. "This operation just might interest you once you know the details."

He knew exactly which card to play, it got me thinking. "What are the details?" I asked knowing full well that I would not get an answer.

"..."

"Fine, count me in."

"Glad to have you on board soldier." His smile faded. "The escort outside will take you to the briefing room."

"Sir." I replied as I issued a half-hearted salute. 10 minutes later I was inside an air conditioned room surrounded by men in white. I took a seat near the back and waited along with erveryone else. A short man with a white waistcoat entered the room and handed out papers then left. Well this is informative I thought to myself. The Sysndicate sure does things differently. The details of the mission were typed out in bullet form, just like ours. It read as followed.

Operation "Needle in a haystack"

9 09 2019

02:45pm

Location Departure: Area 597 [REDACTED] {active F.O.B.}

Target Destination: [x: 5396; y: 47] {FRONTLINES}

Action: Search and Resucse

Means: 1 Syndicate Team

Offense: --

Defense: --

Capacity: --

Speed: --

Time: 3d.

Results: Pending

Casualties: Pending

Affected units: Pending

Resources recovered:Pending

Resistance: unknown(enemy forces are present)

Target Casualties: pending

Affected units:pending

Director: Michael Haynes/ John Black

I knew exactly where we were going, my friend's platoon went missing in that area but what made me question the operation was the fact that the Syndicate was willing to help, they don't usually do that unless something valuable is involved. The missing platoon was nothing more than a diversion for the main attack. Don't get me wrong, I was glad that they had a chance of being found but under what circumstances. Everyone around me rose and I followed suit. With myself at the back of the line we filed out of the room and into the heat of the world around us. A Syndicate uniform was given to me. Everything was loaded aboard a pelican and not long after, we were airborne. The trip was expected to take 1 day maximum and the search another 24 hours. I closed my eyes and soon after drifted off to the hum of the rotors.


[To be continued]


This is Commander Smith of AREA 597. You are now in the custody of the most lethal F.O.B. on Zandian soil. Refusal to cooperate will be met with the appropriate level of force. You don't have the right to remain silent.
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