SWAT Stories Chapter 4 "Red"

Red and Jake slowly walked to the end of the hall. It seemed that the hall just endes until Red spotted a slight indent in the wall. He cautiosly approached the indent. Red held up his hand and touched the pannel with palm. The wall slid open to reval a room.

The room was lined with lockers. In side there were hundreds of weapons, ranging from assult rifles to high powered sniper rifles. In the center of this massive room was a small tabel with several guns and two packs. Red looked back at his partner and steped into the armory.

On the tabel there was two seperate load outs, one on the and one on the right. On the left there was a modified looking MP5-A3 SD and a USP .45 both with suppressors. In the back pack there was an assortment of equptment ranging from flash bangs, to a gas mask, to sonic detanators. On the right was a G36-CB, modified for close quarters, and another USP .45. The pack contained the same items as the first.

Red was most expereinced with SMGs (sub machine guns) so he grabed the equipment on the right, and consequencly Jake took everything on the right. Once the two finished taking all of the gear, two slots slid open in the center of the tabel. In side were two very strange looking rifles. They seemed to have qualities of the Colt M4, FAM-AS, and the G36. They were however, longer than an average assult rifle. The lower rail had an attached bi-pod, giving Red the impression that they were both marksmen's rifles. Jake plucked his from its resting place and slid into his pack, Red did the same.

With there packs loaded, both Red and Jake walked to the far end of the room where a door had slid open to a dark room. Red peered in from outside to see that it was most likely a Command and Control center (C&C). Large flat screens lined the walls displaying maps, news feeds, different government scanners, ect. Jake popped his head into the room to see four indivduals standing around a large console. The two stood there behind the four for an akward amount of time until Red, very audibly, cleared his throat. All four turned and looked.

A ghostly green line highlighted the four, and personal information started poping up. On the far right was a male tabby named Simon Royce, codename Chicago. He was 28, 5'7", making him the shortest of the group. He was born in Chicago and lived there most of his life. He worked with the CPD and their SWAT team. He wore a monicle that glowed faintly, relaying him information of some kind. His profile said he was the technology expert for the team.

Next was SSgt. Emily Sevenson, codename Angel. She haled from Las Angelas. She was a Golden Reteiever standing at about 6' even. She was 32, making her the second eldest member of the team. Emily had an assult rifle straped across her chest and a rocket launcher across her back. Red assumed she was the teams heavy weapons expert. Unlike Simon, she looked like she could tear him limb from limb if she had to. Her scoul only helped reinforce that concept.

Third was Maria Vasquez, codename Phoenix. She was a hawk with glistening black feathers. She wore a black flight suit, and her profile said she was the team's pilot. She was 30 and stood at 5'10". Maria came from Phoenix Arizona, and worked there on the police force. She was also their pilot, flying for the SWAT team. Maria's flight record was amazing, she had never crashed and even flew a crippled heli, 29 miles back to the police head quarters. She seemed to be the most docile of the four, shily looking down avoiding Red eyed.

Fourth and finally was Captain Joseph Thompson. He was a German Shepherd, 6'7", 227 lbs, and 37 years old. He came from Detroit Michigan, which explained why his face had a large scar running striaght down his left eye. He grew up in the slums, learning how to survive on the streets. At the age of 18 he joined the police acadamy, and graduated with that same class. Joseph was one of the hardest cops on the streets of Detroit. He had been shot four time, and he has killed at least five men. Joseph's profile stated he was the leader of the unit. He was the first to speak.

"So you two must be the new meat."

Jake responded, "Yeah, mind telling us where the hell we are?"

The Captain smirked then explained, "You two have been chosen to be a part of the Special Weapons Tatical Operations Unit. We are a government team investagiting an international terrorist by the name of Wolf. That is our only purpose, find and kill Wolf and all of his friends. We have been looking for three years now and are close to finding him. You have been selected due to your experince. Four has not been enough the take on Wolf and his men, Simon was almost killed in our last encounter. You two are here to help. Don't try to leave and go back to New York, you both are dead."

The last word caught Red's ear, "What, so if we try to leave, you'll kill us?"

"No, you two are dead in the eyes of the world, we all are. You were killed in the large explosin caused by a 'leaking gas line'. A bit of C4 on the bank walls did the trick. In order for us to operate, we can't have any extrnal connection. We are fast, and invisable, that's how we've always been."

Jake lashed out at the Captain, "You son of a bitch!" Red caught his arm and held him back. The Captain didn't even flinch.

"Over on the far wall you will find two black coats. Go get them and meet us in the grage, then we'll breif you." With that, the Captain and the other three left out a door on the right. Red looked left and spotted the two coats. He tugged on Jake's arm and motioned over. They walked over and donned them. Red looked at Jake, and he looked back. He then started for the door.