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We were on the way back home when the silence was finally broken by Troy, “So what did you find anyways?”
“Well we found all the hostages shot to death with suppressed 9mm H&K MP5 SD5s, nobody heard a thing, one of them was a fox hybrid, looked like they beat the fuck outta him before killing him.”
“WHAT!” Troy shouted, “You got a picture right, let me see.” I handed him the camera and I saw a look of horror appear on his face, “Shit man, fuckin Andy, fuckin Andy man.”
“You knew him?” Conor asked
“Andy was my brother. He came here as an IT guy and add diversity or some shit.” Troy said, I saw he was crying, “My fuckin brother man, fuckin Andy
“Troy listen,” I said to him, “I know how you feel man, I lost my parents, look, you’re going to get through this man, I know you will.”
“Thanks kid.” he said, but I felt that he didn’t hear a thing
“Parker you think he’s still good to go,” Rosa asked, “I mean he just found out his brother died, what if he becomes suicidal or something?”
“Look, when we get back we’ll have someone look at him, see if he’s still good to go, if he is, he is, but if he isn’t. Well, we’ll help him get through it.”
The rest of the way home I slept, and we got back alive, that was the important part. We got Troy to see the shrink and after a few days the good doctor told us that he was good, but it was recommended that we give him a few more days to let it set in. And so we did, it felt good to get a break, but I felt bad for him, and I knew what he was going through, so I decided to talk to him.
“What do you want?” He asked as I came into his room.
“I just wanted to talk, I know what it’s like, losing someone like that.”
“Really?” he said skeptically.
“Yah, when I was younger I lost my parents, I know how you feel man. Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m here if you want to talk about it or something man.”
He paused for a moment, looked down, and reached into a drawer. He pulled out an old photograph, him and his brother were standing in front of a Ferris wheel, they looked like two happy kids. “I was 6 and our parents brought us to the fair, and we had fun. Things like this, were around, there was no lack or over-abundance of them. We were happy kids, but we ran into shit when we got older. I was about 16 and we had our firs encounter with The Hand of God, three agents went into our town and what can you expect, they were just assholes. So we get harassed all the time, cops don’t care, and our friends could only do so much, so we were fine, after a few years my Andy gets an IT job working for a U.S embassy, we were both good tech guys and it was good he had a career, I ran a computer repair shop and made good money. Than one day the three of them come in.”
He pulled a Walther P99 out of his nightstand, “Andy gave me this before he left, hey said, ‘Now Troy, you listen good you hear? Only use this if you need to.’ and when the men pulled guns I had to act, and I killed them. Charges were dropped, self defence, but I moved out of Brockton, found a job working for the state, I handled computer security, and a few months later Blue shows up at my door, he says to me, ‘Listen to me, those men you killed, they were part of something big. And they had friends. Friends looking for revenge. A SWAT team is inbound as we speak. If you want to live past noon, come with me.’ And I did, at the time the Terra unit was still forming, I was the second guy brought in, first was Conor. Since than, I’ve been the tech guy. Only thing keeping me going is knowing Andy was okay, now what do I do? ”
He started crying, tears leaving the fur matted down where they dripped, and I just held him. I knew the feeling. After that day, I understood him more than before, we weren't quite friends, but we were closer than before.
A week later Troy was declared good to go, and Blue had another job for us. We sat in the stuffy conference room again, the table covered in files and folders, a projector showing a Tuscan villa turned into a fort, the words “The Villa” above it. “Now, I take it you all remember Mohammad, right? Well we uncovered something interesting. Mohammad was connected with Warriors of Allah, a Muslim terror cell with strong ties to, Hand of God. They act as middlemen, providing intel and weapons in exchange for money to fund operations.” Blue took a drink from a glass of what looked like scotch. Long day, “Now the recovered files weren’t specific, but they mentioned a meeting between three of the HOG power players.”
Another man walked in dressed in a suit identical to Blue’s, black overcoat, white shirt, red tie, black pants, nice leather shoes. The Image changed on the screen to 3 men the first one had white hair and a thick beard, he looked like he got old early, the second was younger and bald with sunken blue eyes that seemed to follow you, the third looked to be about 30, he was wearing the robes of a pastor, he had sandy blond hair he kept in a neat cut. “My name is Agent Yellow,” the man introduced himself as, “I am the regional director in charge of overseeing all ops conducted by the team’s in this area. Now listen, This meeting is between The Bull, overseer of training, The Scribe, a coordinator for all assaults the Hand has launched thus far, and The Son, his role is unknown, but if he is meeting with Bull and Scribe,he must be important. The recovered files talk about something big, The Hand’s endgame, codenamed “Project Rebirth” we are unsure about what it is, but if these men are involved, it has to be big.”
“Sir,” I asked from the back, “Have the Warriors of Allah moved big shipments recently?”
“Yes, we observed large shipments being moved from an operating base during a raid, unfortunately, the team in pursuit had to back off due to vehicle damage. Anyways, this does not bode well for the continued safety of the free world. Satellite images show massive troop movements in the area, it was always a priority, but due to how hard it is to reach, a full scale attack has never been an option. The Villa is seated in some mountains in Maine, the crosswinds makes it impossible to fly an aircraft near it. The only feasible way in is with ATVs like the quads and Hummers driven by the guards. You have two objectives, eliminate The Bull, The Scribe, and The Son with conformational photographs. And find intel about Rebirth.”
Agent Yellow left and Blue shut off the projector. “We are giving you guys three days before being moved up to a safehouse 10 miles from The Villa. You will have quads to go up trails and any equipment you may need. I know you’ll do it, you guys always come through.”
And so Blue left us to scheme away at a plan of attack and what we would bring with us. I chose a bolt action 50 caliber Barrett 95 and a set of body armor. The others grabbed ARs and Ace took more C4 than he usually did, but other than that, nothing out of the ordinary.And before we knew it, it was time to go.
“Well we found all the hostages shot to death with suppressed 9mm H&K MP5 SD5s, nobody heard a thing, one of them was a fox hybrid, looked like they beat the fuck outta him before killing him.”
“WHAT!” Troy shouted, “You got a picture right, let me see.” I handed him the camera and I saw a look of horror appear on his face, “Shit man, fuckin Andy, fuckin Andy man.”
“You knew him?” Conor asked
“Andy was my brother. He came here as an IT guy and add diversity or some shit.” Troy said, I saw he was crying, “My fuckin brother man, fuckin Andy
“Troy listen,” I said to him, “I know how you feel man, I lost my parents, look, you’re going to get through this man, I know you will.”
“Thanks kid.” he said, but I felt that he didn’t hear a thing
“Parker you think he’s still good to go,” Rosa asked, “I mean he just found out his brother died, what if he becomes suicidal or something?”
“Look, when we get back we’ll have someone look at him, see if he’s still good to go, if he is, he is, but if he isn’t. Well, we’ll help him get through it.”
The rest of the way home I slept, and we got back alive, that was the important part. We got Troy to see the shrink and after a few days the good doctor told us that he was good, but it was recommended that we give him a few more days to let it set in. And so we did, it felt good to get a break, but I felt bad for him, and I knew what he was going through, so I decided to talk to him.
“What do you want?” He asked as I came into his room.
“I just wanted to talk, I know what it’s like, losing someone like that.”
“Really?” he said skeptically.
“Yah, when I was younger I lost my parents, I know how you feel man. Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m here if you want to talk about it or something man.”
He paused for a moment, looked down, and reached into a drawer. He pulled out an old photograph, him and his brother were standing in front of a Ferris wheel, they looked like two happy kids. “I was 6 and our parents brought us to the fair, and we had fun. Things like this, were around, there was no lack or over-abundance of them. We were happy kids, but we ran into shit when we got older. I was about 16 and we had our firs encounter with The Hand of God, three agents went into our town and what can you expect, they were just assholes. So we get harassed all the time, cops don’t care, and our friends could only do so much, so we were fine, after a few years my Andy gets an IT job working for a U.S embassy, we were both good tech guys and it was good he had a career, I ran a computer repair shop and made good money. Than one day the three of them come in.”
He pulled a Walther P99 out of his nightstand, “Andy gave me this before he left, hey said, ‘Now Troy, you listen good you hear? Only use this if you need to.’ and when the men pulled guns I had to act, and I killed them. Charges were dropped, self defence, but I moved out of Brockton, found a job working for the state, I handled computer security, and a few months later Blue shows up at my door, he says to me, ‘Listen to me, those men you killed, they were part of something big. And they had friends. Friends looking for revenge. A SWAT team is inbound as we speak. If you want to live past noon, come with me.’ And I did, at the time the Terra unit was still forming, I was the second guy brought in, first was Conor. Since than, I’ve been the tech guy. Only thing keeping me going is knowing Andy was okay, now what do I do? ”
He started crying, tears leaving the fur matted down where they dripped, and I just held him. I knew the feeling. After that day, I understood him more than before, we weren't quite friends, but we were closer than before.
A week later Troy was declared good to go, and Blue had another job for us. We sat in the stuffy conference room again, the table covered in files and folders, a projector showing a Tuscan villa turned into a fort, the words “The Villa” above it. “Now, I take it you all remember Mohammad, right? Well we uncovered something interesting. Mohammad was connected with Warriors of Allah, a Muslim terror cell with strong ties to, Hand of God. They act as middlemen, providing intel and weapons in exchange for money to fund operations.” Blue took a drink from a glass of what looked like scotch. Long day, “Now the recovered files weren’t specific, but they mentioned a meeting between three of the HOG power players.”
Another man walked in dressed in a suit identical to Blue’s, black overcoat, white shirt, red tie, black pants, nice leather shoes. The Image changed on the screen to 3 men the first one had white hair and a thick beard, he looked like he got old early, the second was younger and bald with sunken blue eyes that seemed to follow you, the third looked to be about 30, he was wearing the robes of a pastor, he had sandy blond hair he kept in a neat cut. “My name is Agent Yellow,” the man introduced himself as, “I am the regional director in charge of overseeing all ops conducted by the team’s in this area. Now listen, This meeting is between The Bull, overseer of training, The Scribe, a coordinator for all assaults the Hand has launched thus far, and The Son, his role is unknown, but if he is meeting with Bull and Scribe,he must be important. The recovered files talk about something big, The Hand’s endgame, codenamed “Project Rebirth” we are unsure about what it is, but if these men are involved, it has to be big.”
“Sir,” I asked from the back, “Have the Warriors of Allah moved big shipments recently?”
“Yes, we observed large shipments being moved from an operating base during a raid, unfortunately, the team in pursuit had to back off due to vehicle damage. Anyways, this does not bode well for the continued safety of the free world. Satellite images show massive troop movements in the area, it was always a priority, but due to how hard it is to reach, a full scale attack has never been an option. The Villa is seated in some mountains in Maine, the crosswinds makes it impossible to fly an aircraft near it. The only feasible way in is with ATVs like the quads and Hummers driven by the guards. You have two objectives, eliminate The Bull, The Scribe, and The Son with conformational photographs. And find intel about Rebirth.”
Agent Yellow left and Blue shut off the projector. “We are giving you guys three days before being moved up to a safehouse 10 miles from The Villa. You will have quads to go up trails and any equipment you may need. I know you’ll do it, you guys always come through.”
And so Blue left us to scheme away at a plan of attack and what we would bring with us. I chose a bolt action 50 caliber Barrett 95 and a set of body armor. The others grabbed ARs and Ace took more C4 than he usually did, but other than that, nothing out of the ordinary.And before we knew it, it was time to go.
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