We arrived back at the Zeda forward command center to an unusual sight, we saw a crowd gathered around the landing pad, but it wasn’t a crowd. It was a mob.

“What the fuck?” I heard Rosa say next to me.

“KILL THE KID KILL THE KID KILL THE KID!” We heard the crowd yell as we touched down, Marines were holding back the Rangers forming a wall around the landing pad. The crowd was yelling, screaming to kill me, and the Marines were having a hard time holding back the Rangers without getting violent. I reached for the K-bar but I felt a hand on my shoulder, when I looked back it was Conor. He just shook his head and I took my hand away from the blade and went to help unload the intel from the chopper.

I saw McAlister walk near a truck everyone was putting the documents on and begin shouting at the mob to get the fuck out and shit like that. “All of you, on the truck.” he said to us.

We drove past all the Marines and pissed off Rangers and headed to the command tent for a debriefing, only to find a familiar face waiting for us, looking just as stoic in his pressed suit.

“Agent Blue,” I said, “now what can we do for you today?”

“Now is not the time for jokes, we have a situation, and you are the only unit prepared for such a thing.”

“Whats wrong?” Conor asked

“Come with me.” We followed him into the command tent where he sat at a table to the back. “Two hours ago, in Germany, a Hand of God team stormed the U.S embassy in Berlin, all of the guards are dead and a HRT team failed to stop them, what worries me is that they are so bold. They even called themselves the Hand of God, not some fake name. The group is becoming more dangerous, and this is a problem, they are planing something, something big. Look, you are the best equipped squad we have available to us. However, if you don’t think you can handle it, its fine. We can find another squad to do this. Look, we have eight hours to give in to them, or else they will start throwing bodies out the front door.”

“We can get it done,” I heard Conor say, “when do we leave?”

“Immediately. Follow me. And don’t worry about that intel, Ill have another agent handle it later.”

We walked out of the tent and headed back to the landing strip to a waiting aircraft when I felt something press against my back. “Don’t move or I’ll pull the trigger.”

“What do you want Ranger?”

“Look, just take your pistol out of the holster, and give it to my friend over there, got it?”

Another Ranger walked out from a tent, I saw he was one of the Rangers from the incident with Rodriguez, I think his name was Johnson. He held out his hand as I slowly reached for my sidearm, I drew the suppressed .45 from its holster and threw it to the Ranger. “Good,” I heard from the voice behind me, “now, take that knife, and put it down, nice and easy. Got it kid?”

I reached into the sheath on my side and drew the K-bar, I took it out and began to set it on the round when I made my move, I was bending down to put the knife on the ground when I made a quick slash for the man’s legs. The blade dug into his skin and sent a stream of blood as it went across his lower leg, I stood up, grabbed his hand with the M9 in it and took it. I got behind him and used him as a shield between me and Johnson as Johnson aimed my AMT, I had a pistol pointed at him, and he had one on me, so I pointed it at his friend. “Shoot at me, and I blow his brains on the ground, got it? So just take the gun, and kick it over here. Got it?”

The man was conflicted, he could shoot at me, but he could kill Moralis, plus if he missed, I shoot his friend. I stared him down for a solid 60 seconds, I didn’t even notice the circle surrounding us, it was like we were the only 3 people on the planet. He gave in, and tossed the gun over to me. “Smart move kid, SOMEONE GET THIS FUCKER A MEDIC!” I picked my pistol from the dirt and began walking back. But I turned around and walked up to the Ranger, I pulled the K-bar from the sheath, holding it by the blade, and I handed it to him. “Don’t forget your friend.” Was all I said as I walked to he waiting transport.

“Well kid, you seem to be making alot of friends around here.” I heard Troy say.

“Shove it, so whats the deal with Germany?” Conor said

“Okay, so like I said, the U.S embassy in Berlin was stormed and taken over, we still have 8 hours before they start killing the hostages, diplomats and office workers mostly. Now, look, you guys are the best we have so close to Germany. My superiors ask of you to do this for us. Now, this is going to be gritty, up close, in your face fighting, no sniper rifles, no bombs.”

The plane began to take off from this little strip of paradise. We got airborne for a good while before anyone asked anything. “Sir,” Parker said to agent Blue as we hit some turbulence, “this is on the news and shit, whats our cover?”

“Simple, a U.S experimental HRT unit, you are going to go in wearing gasmasks and large uniforms to conceal yourselves, we have the equipment all ready for you guys when we touch down, now get to sleep, you’ll need it.”

4 hours later we were in Berlin, suiting up for the mission at a U.S C.P. Blue came through with the uniforms, standard U.S military and gas masks,nothing out of the ordinary really. So we were ready, we had the clearance, but we had to go over a plan for the attack, and keep the Germans out of it. Thankfully some of the spooks could take care of the Germans and keep other units away from the C.P.

“Okay Blue, you got the floor plans of the embassy right?”

“Correct, here take a look. I’ll let you guys figure out a pan for yourselves.”

“Thanks, alright lets see,” Conor opened the floor pans and we all took a look at it. “Okay so guys, what Im thinking is this, you see this on the roof?” Conor said as he pointed to a helipad, “What if we use this?”

I spoke up, “Thats a fuckin stupid idea man. We can’t take a chopper in, we’ll get shot down, and I sort of like livin. I dunno about you, but Id like to die when I'm nice n old.”

“No, I mean look at this, the roof is nice and flat, and that building is taller, what if we make our way to it from that building, than rappel in through the skylight?”

“Conor,” I heard Rosa say, “That is fucking brilliant. Lets do it.”

So it was decided, we would go in through the skylight and blast the fuck out of anyone who presents themselves as hostile. So simple, it was genius.