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The alarms rang inside of STRIKE team “Golden Falcon’s” barracks and all the soldiers inside sprang up in a stir. Among them was second in command, Global Occult Coalition Special Agent William Kaska, or commonly referred to by his squad, Skeleton. As they were all getting dressed, their commander, Ghost walked in.
“Commander on deck” Will screamed as all the soldiers stood fast in place and saluted in various levels of dress.
“At ease, all of you can go back to sleep except for Skeleton and Wolf” Ghost said as he walked towards the two soldiers he mentioned.
“What’s up sir?” Wolf asked as they started to walk towards the armory.
“We are about to have the opportunity of a life time” Ghost said, briskly walking down the hallway of the base. They reached the door, and all had their finger prints and eyeballs scanned to confirm their identity’s. As soon as the door closed behind them, they walked towards the bays that held their white suits. They all stepped into the armored death machines and began the short process of becoming one of the deadliest things on the planet. As soon as the helmet was put on, it took a few seconds for the advanced software that ran the suits to boot up. As soon as the helmet comms went up, the commander began the briefing.
“We have an amazing opportunity that we can not pass up gentlemen, the chance to catch Alpha 1 out in the open” Ghost said, loading his rifle.
“What? You mean right hand alpha 1?” Wolf asked as he walked to get his own rifle.
“Yes, that Alpha 1” Ghost said.
“How in the hell did we catch them out in the open? I thought they were the task force that reports to the Foundations council?” Skeleton asked, pulling the prototype plasma sword out of its charging sheath in the wall, and slotted it into his amour own sheath for it on his left hip, it went in with a staying click as it locked itself into place.
“We got a tip from someone on the inside, though I doubt he’ll be any use to us after this mission, the Foundation doesn’t really like traitors” Ghost said as he slung his rifle on his chest and loaded his pistol and held it in his hand
“So, let’s make this count.” Ghost said as he pulled the slide back.

They were falling out of the sky after materializing 10,000 feet in the air above a huge corn field. “They should be assaulting the house in less than an hour, there is an HVT inside that house and the council sent the best, but we only take the commander, no one else.” Ghost said through comms. 5,000. 4,000. 3,000. 2,000. 1,000. At 500 meters they deployed their parachutes and began the drift down to the fields beneath them.

They had camped out 300 meters from the target house and waited, rifles sweeping the areas around them, making sure nothing would sneak up on them.
“So, what exactly do you know about Alpha 1? I never hear anything more about them except for the legends that the other Strike teams tell when we have exercises with them” Skeleton asked as he went down to one knee and swept his rifle to his left.
“Most of the stuff we know about them is classified” Ghost said. “But MTF’s are the best that the foundation can offer, Right Hand is the best of the best of the MTF. We’ve only run into them a few times, and they kicked our asses each time”
“Yea, but I don’t think they went up against white suits” Wolf said. Skeleton could just hear the smirk on his face.
“True, but we need to keep our minds aware when were fighting them, they are equipped with stuff the other MTF’s aren’t, and we have no idea what they could be able to do. Remember, were not invincible in these things.”
“But were close” Wolf said.
“Contact” Skeleton said as he snapped his rifle over to the right as his thermal vision picked up 8 men moving in formation.
“Good thing our cloak is keeping us out of their sight” Wolf said, as he waved to the approaching soldiers.
“Cut the shit Wolf, we need to do this by the book, a lot of higher ups are watching this operation very closely.” Ghost said. Wolf slowly lowered his hand and put it back on his rifle, he muttered something under his breath. The MTF moved swiftly through the field and reached the farm house. They stacked up on the door, after a few hand signals from most likely commander of the unit, the soldier on the left side of the door stepped in front of it and with a powerful kick the soldier made the door fly right off its hinges. The rest of the squad rushed in and a few seconds later there was various yelling from within the house. 30 seconds later they walked out of the house with a man that had his hands zip tied behind his back.
“Looks like they got what they came for” Ghost said. “Get ready to move”
The soldiers took the man in the front of the house and put him on his knees, and one of the members of the squad walked up to him and put the gun to the man’s head.
“That’s our Que” Ghost said as he leveled his rifle and fired. The loud bang rang out among the corn field and the man that they were about to interrogate fell to the ground, blood coming out of the newly formed hole in his head. All the soldiers looked around as they raised their rifles, a few going to their knees in preparation of a firefight. There would be none. The STRIKE team emerged from the corn field and split up, two of them, Ghost and Skeleton, kept going straight for the MTF standing in front of the house, while Wolf flanked to the side.
“Ready?” Wolf said as he reached a point to the right side of the soldiers.
“Execute” Ghost said. Wolf’s white suit popped back into existence as he decloaked. One of the soldiers caught him out of the side of his eye and fell back.
“STRIKE” one of the soldiers yelled as the entire team turned toward the now decloaked STRIKE member. They opened fire as their rounds pinged off the White Suits amour like it was a slingshot at a tank. Wolf fired one burst into the closest soldier, with all three rounds catching the MTF soldier in the chest, knocking him on his back.
“They took the bait” Wolf said, the sound of gunfire echoing over his comms.
“Good, were in position” Skeleton said. As all the soldiers were focused on the STRIKE member in front of them, the rest of the team had sneaked close to the soldiers and were about to spring their trap. They decloaked 5 feet away from the squad and they raised their rifles.
“Drop your weapons” Ghost said through the speaker on his suit. The team turned around, many of their faces terrified that two STRIKE members were now behind them. One of them tried to raise his rifle, Skeleton put a round into his head. The man dropped with a thud, and the rest of the team proceeded to put their hands up. They all dropped their weapons and stepped back. While Ghost and Wolfe herded them into a line and put them on their knees, Skeleton picked up all the rifles and put them in a pile far away from the line of soldiers.
“So, which one of you Is the commander” Ghost said, walking up and down the line of the soldiers.
“Go to hell” one of them said.
“So, none of you want to say? Very well” Ghost pulled out his pistol and pulled back the slide.
“What are y-“ Skeleton was cut off by the sound of a gunshot. One of the MTF slumped over and fell back.
“What the fuck?” Skeleton said.
“We need to get it out of them somehow” Wolf said, now drawing his pistol as well.
“Well not by fucking executing them!” yelled Skeleton.
“Shoot another one” Ghost said. Wolf raised his pistol and fired on one of the soldiers on the end of the line”
“Fuck” Skeleton muttered. One man stood up.
“Its me, I’m the commander”
“Good, I’m glad you finally came to your senses” Ghost said. He knocked the commander down to the ground, and crack sound emanated from the mans insides. He hit the ground with a small shout.
“Kill the rest” Ghost said as he got the man to his feet.
“Wait what? Why the fuck are we killing them?” Skeleton said, walking up to Ghost.
“Command said to just get the commander, the rest are of no need” Ghost said, coldly.
“But we don’t have to fucking execute them!” Skeleton said.
“I don’t make the rules, this is our mission, we carry it out.” Ghost said starting to walk away. Another bang cracked the silence of the night as Skeleton turned around and saw that Wolf had started to execute the rest of the men. There were only two of them left, and wolf began to raise his pistol towards the other.
“Shit” Skeleton said to himself as he pulled the sword out of his sheath. As it arched in the air he whipped it towards the ground. He hit a button on the hilt and the edges of the sword were enveloped in a purple light. The plasma on the blade wobbled at first but then went into a fine line as the magnetic fields stabilized.
“What the fuck did you draw your sword for?” Ghost said as he turned around, he couldn’t get out another word before the purple blade plunged through his chest like a hot knife through butter. Ghost howled out in pain as the sword stayed in him, spark flying off his suit and hitting the man, with the man crying out in pain. Rounds pinged off of Skeletons amour as Wolf fired rounds at him.
“I’m going to fucking kill you” yelled Wolf. He started to run at Skeleton, still firing his pistol, the rounds did nothing as he closed space. Wolf lead into a punch as Skeleton side stepped, however, in the other hand, he had his knife. The knife sliced through the air as Skeleton moved past Wolf, swiping his side, scrapping off the amour. As he went by, Skeleton plunged the sword behind him and into Wolf’s back. Sparks flied again as he pulled the sword out, and Wolf fell to the floor, silent. Skeleton turned around and saw his tow teammates on the ground with stab wounds in both.
“Fuck” Skeleton said.
“So, are you going to kill us?” one of the soldiers said
“I-. No, no I’m not.” Skeleton said as he started to walk towards the commander. He stood in front of the commander and took off his helmet.
“Who are you?” the commander said.
“I’m Special Agent William Kaska of the Global Occult Coalition, and I guess I’m defecting.”

Two men sat in a booth, looking through on way glass into an integration room at Site 19. A man was handcuffed and chained to the table. He had brown hair, and was very skinny, skinny enough to forget for a moment that he was part of a STRIKE team.
“So, who is he?” One of the men said.
“He was part of Strike team Golden Falcon, Codename Skeleton. He wasn’t that well known but we did have a file on him” the other man said, opening a folder that sat on a table beside him.
“As far as we know, he started with Strike around 2015, nothing very special about him, except he used a sword, if id have to guess, it’s a one off, as we haven’t really seen any of Strike operative use one.”
“What about the two other members found dead at the farm house?”
“We only had a file on one of them, as I assume that one just recently joined or has been only on black ops. The leader of the team was Code named Ghost. He’s been heard of, but not much is known. What is known is that he was one of the first people to go to if the GOC needed a black op done.”
“So was Golden Falcon a black op team?”
“No, I don’t think so. Since we’ve heard of Golden Falcon before, its not black op, what most likely happened is that Ghost was a team leader for a bit, and had to use the team that he had on hand to carry out the op.”
“Ah, so what about the white suits?”
“Well the two dead team member’s suits exploded, we believe that if a member dies their suit is put on a timer. However, Skeleton’s amour did not, and he turned off the remote self-destruct before GOC command could activate it. As well as he turned off the tracker, so they have no idea where he is or where the suit is.”
“So, what your telling me is that we have a fully operational white suit?” the other man said, gasping a small bit.
“In theory yes, if our people can get the suit to work, as well as get to possibly reverse engineer some of the tech, we may be able to level the playing field with the GOC.”
“Ah. So, what happens to him now?”
“As far as I know, he is going to be integrated by Ten”
“Ten? What the hell does she want with him?”
“Well from what I’ve heard, her pet project almost gotten the center piece taken away by the GOC, and I guess she doesn’t want to let that happen again. So, I guess she is going see what he knows”
“Ah, well keep me informed. I have a meeting to attend” and with that, the Eight shook hands with the man and left the room.

The room was cold, a bid to put him off center. Will knew what they were doing, he went through integration training after all. He was sitting in this room for something around 2-4 hours now. After a tense ride in a foundation helicopter, he was taken to a tarmac. Where he was met with a heavy force. It seemed like an entire task force was called in just to escort him home. They were in the air for almost 4 hours and finally landed. An engineering team came on board the plane to collet the amour. He made no resistance disengaging the locks as he was left in only his skin suit. The engineers took the suit away on a cart, no doubt to attempt to try and make their own suits. Until then however, he was blindfolded with a sack put over his head. The bag was pulled off after a lot of walking and noise when he was shoved in a small integration room. He was given a tee shirt, some underwear and shorts and was told to change out of it. As soon as he was dressed the skin suit was taken as well, leaving all of tech on him finally gone. He was then left in the room for hours, until finally a woman in a grey suit opened the heavy metal door and took a seat across from him.
“Id shake your hand, but not exactly an option right now” Will said as he gestured towards his chained hands with his head.
“Well I’m sorry, but we don’t exactly know what your intentions are, so I don’t think you’d blame us” the woman said.
“Fair enough. So. What is it you want from me?”
“What do you know about Alpha 9?” the woman said, he eyes locked with his, the stare sent goosebumps down his neck.
“I’ve never heard of Alpha 9, though since your asking me I’m guessing its mighty important.”
“So, your telling me that you’ve never heard of the task force Alpha 9?”
“Nope lady, I have no idea what the hell your talking about” Will said, leaning as far back in his metal chair as the metal chains would let him.
“Alright then. That answers one of my two questions” the woman said.
“And what would be the other, if I may ask?”
“Do you want an opportunity?” Wills face fused into confusion.
“Well I don’t think that the GOC are taking me back anytime soon, so sure, humor me”
“Recently, one of our. Assets. Was attacked by a GOC assessment team. The asset was not taken, however next time I don’t think it will be an assessment team. I’m drawing up plans for a new task force, it was just an idea, since we didn’t really have the resources to go up against strike teams, however now. With you suit being reverse engineered, we may be able to possibly help.”
“So, what do you want with me, you want me to feed you intel about the suit and the GOC?”
“Yes, and no. We still want you to feed us intel, but we also want you to lead a team in the task force”
“Wait what?”
“We’ll keep an eye on you, but I think you could be a very good asset. You know the GOC, who better to beat a strike team then a former member of a strike team” Will was silent for a moment. Then he finally spoke.
“So, you want a team to be able to fight a strike team?”
“Unofficially, yes.”
“But officially?”
“Officially you will be deployed to deal with strike teams, but you will also have other goals. We’ll see how many pairs of amour we can make, but I planned to have two teams per continent, being able to deploy anywhere on that said continent to defeat threats at sites and strike targets of opportunity, and help secure high value entities”
“So, what’s the whole secret part of this plan?”
“Alpha 9 is a special task force, it uses some. Unusual assets to preform operations all over the world. Your squad will be either deployed with them or deployed near them. If the need arises, you will either provide fire support for them against heavily aggressive entities. Or if the situation happens, interdict a strike team”
“Oh”
“Yea, this team won’t be ready for a few months as it will take a while to be able to start making the suits ourselves, if we can even manage to do that. Who knows, maybe by the time this task force is up and running, a strike team may have already gotten the asset, and this whole thing will have been for nothing. But maybe, just maybe, we can get ahead of this, and we may be able to stop a strike team for the first time in foundation history” She got up from the table and pushed her chair in.
“But hey, that’s all just a plan Afterall, who knows, maybe we won’t get the personnel, or the funding, or maybe even the damn suits wont work as intended. Or maybe we won’t get the leader we need for the squad. Who knows?”
“So, what if I did say yes to all of this? I mean it’s not like I can go back, but you guys have done some pretty fucked up things, I’ve heard the stories, I’ve heard the rumors, why would I want to join you?”
“Don’t believe everything you hear, some it may be false, and some of it may be true. For all the bad things you hear, twice as many good things happen that you don’t hear about. We aren’t the enemy of humanity, we want to save it, just like you want to.” Will looked down at the table. He sighed and looked up at the woman standing in the corner of the room
“I’m in.”
“Good, you’ll start helping with the tech team tomorrow disassemble your old white suit. We will pick out the squad, but overall, you’ll be in command of it. You’ll have oversight, but you’ll be in command.” The woman started to walk over to the door.
“Wait, I never caught your name” Will said. The woman let out a small laugh.
“My name is classified. But you can just call me Ten”