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For nearly 100 years now, the Foundation has been the victim of attacks from multiple GOIs, such as the Chaos Insurgency, Marshall, Carter And Dark, The Serpent Hand, the Global Occult Coalition and the Church of The Broken God.
We will not stand it anymore.
This is why I’m asking you this, O5-1: to activate Delta-1.
ACTIVATION PROTOCOL
AMTF-Delta-1
After years of oppression, the Foundation cannot be neutral anymore, not in front of threats like the multiple organisation that constantly try to sabotage our operations; AMTF-Delta-1 has been activated with the purpose of fighting our war. Peace is not an option anymore.
AMTF-Delta-1:
| Armed Mobile Task Force |
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| Specialisation |
Combat, hostage rescue, blitz, infiltration, intel gathering, re-containment of stolen anomalies, espionage, assassination, reconnaissance. |
| Protocol |
Delta-1 teams will be activated whenever there is a necessity. Their style is identical to normal Special Forces. |
| Overview |
Delta-1 is an AMTF capable of filling the role of army, role once fulfilled by Nu-7. Although it isn’t forbidden, Delta-1 should only be activated in case of tense situations between groups of interest. |
MAIN PERSONNEL:
Name:[REDACTED]
Sex:Male
Age:[REDACTED]
Country:America
Report:Agent 17 has been a constant presence inside the foundation since the 20th century: his skills with firearms, recon, technology and leadership have brought him to a point in which he is considered as one of the best agents in the foundation.
Notable facts:Member of the SAS for 3 years; master of survival; arachnophobic; considers himself expendable to the cause; has been the provisional director of Nu-7 for 3 months, in which 9/10 of the carried missions were a success.
Name:Jonatan MacMillan
Sex:Male
Age:48
Country:Scotland
Report:Commander MacMillan, referred to by his comrades as Mac, has been in the foundation for two decades, serving as a Nu-7. His missions had a 97% success rate, with only 4 failed missions in his whole career. His general knowledge on leadership makes him an appropriate leader for the main regiment of the MTF.
Notable facts:Has passed the SAS training for the 23rd reserve regiment; fought in Iraq; has gained 2 military achievement medals; experienced military drills director.
Name:[REDACTED]
Sex:Male
Age:34
Country:Italy
Report:Agent beretta has been a member of the foundation since 2002, when he enlisted himself in his home country. His ability in infiltration and his strength gave him his nickname:“The Stallion”. After moving to America, he took on various missions against the C.I., which was determining for the destruction of a C.I. base in the Highlands.
Notable facts:Speaks fluent English, Italian, Spanish, French and Russian; has been a member of the Italian law order for 4 years; is described by many as charming and a good companion: many members of the staff have shown excitement in working with the agent; Has worked in an unofficial joint operation with the GOC.
Name:[REDACTED]
Sex:Female
Age:32
Country:America
Report:Agent Vicar is the only female agent of the MTF, but she has never been discouraged by this and has always been respected by all operatives. Her skill in espionage and infiltration makes her a fine addition to the Task Force. She has shown to work better when paired with Agent Beretta.
Notable facts:FBI agent for 2 years, after which she entered the UIU, which introduced her to the paranormal; carried 3 missions against GOC strike team “Broken Dagger”.
Name:Alexander Burns
Sex:Male
Age:54
Country:America
Report:Captain Alexander Burns is the oldest and most respected member of Delta-1: his military history, his victories with the foundation and his skills made him “Alexander the Great”, as such, he’s been chosen for the role of commander of the 2nd Regiment.
Notable facts:Served in the Delta Force for 13 years; considered as the best field operative within the foundation for almost 3 decades.
Name:Unknown
Sex:Unknown, presumably Male
Age:[REDACTED]
Country:England
Report:Not much is know about CHAMP, not even his name. The O5s chose him as the leader of the reserve regiment of Delta-1, and most likely they are the only ones to know who he is.
Notable facts:None.
OPERATIVES’ EQUIPMENT:
ASSAULT RIFLES:M4A1, SCAR-L, ACR 3.8, AR15, M416.
SUB MACHINE GUNS:MP5, P90, MP7, KRISS VECTOR, UMP45
HANDGUNS: M9 BERETTA, DESERT EAGLE, USP.45, P99.
DESIGNATED MARKSMAN RIFLES:EBR MK14.
SNIPER RIFLES:BARRET M82 50 CAL., BARRET XM109.
SHOTGUNS:M1216, AA-12, BENELLI M4, SPAS-12.
LIGHT MACHINE GUNS:M240, GAU-19, LSAT LMG (prototype).
INFANTRY GEAR:
STANDARD OP:M50 GAS MASK, KEVLAR, ROPE BAG, ASSAULT VEST, NODS, GRENADES, FLASHBANGS, HIKING BOOTS, MULTI-CHANNEL RADIO, AR/SMG/LMG/DMR.
STEALTH OP:GOOGLES (Optional), HOOD, BALACLAVA, FLASHBANGS, SSMG/SDMR.
RECON: [Same as Stealth, as no contact is to be made during recon unless deemed necessary]
RE-CONTAINMENT:[Same as STANDARD OP]
ASSASSINATION:GOOGLES, HOOD, HIKING BOOTS, ROPE BAG, GRENADES, FLASHBANGS, SSMG/SAR, DMR/SR.
CAMOS:ONYX [Standard], DIGITAL WHITE [Artic], TAN [Desert], DIGITAL GREEN [Forests].
VEHICLES:
GROUND:APC, IAV STRYKER,HUMVEE.
AIR:B-2 SPIRIT, A-10 WARTHOG, AC-130, AIRBUS [Various types], NIGHTHAWK [SCPF own 6 man capacity military helicopter.].
MTF’S SHIPS:SCPS BURNS (Secret HQ), SCPS ALEXANDER (Home of the 55% of the Air Force), SCPS YORK (Ship used for diplomatic purposes) , SCPS CHESTER (Home of the rest of the Air Force and 34% of the infantry troops of the 2nd regiment).
BASES AND HQ:
HQ:Armed Containment Site-102, SCPS BURNS.
OPERATIVE BASES:AREA-14, AREA-67, SITE-19, SITE-48, AREA-51, SITE-77.
OUTPOSTS:[THE EXACT LOCATIONS OF THE OUTPOSTS ARE STRICTLY REDACTED AND ONLY KNOW BY MTF-DELTA-1 OPERATIVES.] WYOMING, OHIO, CALIFORNIA, QUÈBEC, ARIZONA, KANSAS, ENGLAND, WALES, HIGHLANDS, BERING STRAIT, SIBERIA, GERMANY, UKRAINE.
NOTABLE OPERATIVES:
Lieutenant Lance:Lance has worked with the foundation for 3 years already as a Nu-7, and alongside his team, Alpha 1, has gone through some of the most dangerous operations ever carried out.
Sergeant James:Referred to by his comrades as JJ, Sergeant John Johnston has went through multiple operations in Theta-4, showing an incredible ambient adaptability and stealth skills. Nobody thought a gardener would be part of AMTF-Delta-1, but he has been selected for his agility and strength.
Corporal Fox:The Epsilon-11 jewel; Fox has been in numerous containment breaches and fought back multiple C.I. raids. His presence in the Task Force is a great advantage.
PRECEPTS:
1-You are expendable
The Foundation has the sole purpose of protecting humanity: anyone interfering with our operations from now on will be deemed as a threat and we cannot allow them to destroy the work of a century, even if that means you’ll have to die.
2-You are not disposable
Every member of the Foundation is a vital asset and pointlessly losing it is not contemplated. No heroic acts today soldier, sacrifices for the sake of sacrifices only benefit the enemy.
3-Respect
It should be obvious that you’re ought to respect your superiors, but not just them: respect anyone around you, respect the gear you use, and, most of all, respect your enemy: they’re men after all, just with a different view which they do not realise could bring us to destruction.
4-The more you know
There are thousands of acquired files about the enemies you will fight: knowing your enemy is the first step to know how you will fight it.
5-They will forget you but we’ll remember you
In case you should fall on the field, don’t worry, because the foundation will pay respects to you and your family (if any), but remember: you are not gonna be an hero, nobody will remember you or sing about your acts except for the Foundation.
6-The enemy of my enemy
Sometimes the foundation will take part in unofficial joint operations with other GOIs…in this case you should keep calm, watch your back anytime and remember you are fighting for the same goal in that specific moment.
7-Cohesion
Being in a team means being able to work with them, know them and make it your family: bonding with your team to the point you’d die for them is essential, because what we do is protect others, but how can you protect others if you don’t know how it feels to love somebody?
8-You’re human
Errare humanum est; you will make mistakes and there will be consequences, but all we ask you is to not repeat the same mistakes again.
9-Failure is not an option
Overall, our mission is extremely important: failing would mean making us exposed, and that could be catastrophic for our operation. mistakes are permitted, but failure is not an option.
What brought the Foundation to create a private army? Of course, the many organisations that presented themselves as a threat to them, but why didn’t they do it before? what really happened? Which event could have ever caused such an emergency inside the Foundation?
We have to look back to 2013…
It was a normal day on Site-38: the SCPs were contained, D-class were complying, guards were complaining…a normal day.
Life inside a foundation site is more boring then you think: you’d expect to be doing incredible science experiments or protect everyone while on guard duty…half of the time you spend there is mostly doing nothing exciting, especially when you’re a guard.
The risk of containment breach inside the site wasn’t a problem, since most of the instances held were safe and Euclid, but the possibility existed, and keeping your eyes open was always a good idea…it would have been on that day at least.
The sirens had this weird sound…it wasn’t like an usual one, no, more like…a nuclear alarm fused with the Japanese tsunami alarm: it was frightening.
The SCPs didn’t breach, they all remained inside their cells, so what happened?
Chaos Insurgency, of course…what else otherwise?
The security guards were just that, security: they knew how to fight, but they didn’t last long against the C.I.; if reinforcements came a bit faster they would have made it.
After the emergency was sent, 3 Nu-7 teams were sent to take the C.I.s out;
This is where my story started, this is how I got involved in this war, and never, I say, NEVER would have I thought we could come to this.
“Ah shit…the whole site is on lockdown, it’s gonna be hard to get in.”
“Don’t worry Pearce, I got the codes…”
Pearce was a silly guy: he was big, though, strong, but also kind of an idiot…I mean, he was a cool guy…surely what mister Gilmour here isn’t, and damn, if you didn’t realise it yet: I’m Gilmour.
“Ok guys, you’re radio’s good?”
“We’re good boss”
“Ok, let’s show them how the job’s done. Leon, keep your radio on the Site channel, there could be survivors in there.”
Lance was…let’s just say an hero for me: we went trough some of the most dangerous missions ever together and we all had a great bond…thanks to him.
Leon was a good friend of mine, and our corporal.
“Boss, may I ask you something?”
“What’s that Gill?”
“What if they already stole our SCPs?”
“Well, that’s why we gotta move our asses.”
We got there by 5 am…it was pitch black out there, and you could feel the rain falling onto you even through the gear, and even the wings of the nighthawk couldn’t cover up the sound of water on the ground, hitting the concrete floor.
“Ok Nighthawk 6, we’ll call you when we’re done. Alpha 1, move out!”
Jesus…it felt like being in the regiment again…except if feels like that every time.
When we got by the gate, Pearce stopped us, he looked worried:
“Ah fuck…I forgot it!”
“What?”
“We forgot to bet.”
We usually made bets before going on a mission: who’s gonna get shot, who’s gonna kill the most hostiles….who’s gonna die, it was pretty normal for us.
“Let’s make it quick: 150 if you get one in the head with that piece of junk you call pistol.” Said Lance, who at that moment wanted to care about anything but bets.
“SiteCommand, this is Alpha 1-1 from Nu-7, we’re entering the facility.”
“Affermative Alpha. Be watchful, there are at least a dozen of contacts on your position.”
Love me some dirty insurgents…always ready to stab you in the back.
The entrance was clear, pretty dark, and it had the one and only smell of death; the blood of the dead researchers was all around the walls, with their corpses laying on the ground, looking pretty dead…of fucking course.
“Hush! Get down.” Leon had spotted one.
“Why is he alone?”Asked Pearce.
“Maybe you could ask him yourself…c’mon, take him out Gill.”
And there I was, getting the first kill: pulling the trigger is fast, responsive and decisive…we’ve come to the point where we can decide who lives and who dies simply by pulling a goddamn trigger…I ain’t complaining tho; I shot the fucker point blank, hit him right in the head, we then hid the body and carried on.
The facility was in the middle of a blackout, so our NODS basically saved our asses, since it would have been impossible to even remotely see a figure in there. Fun thing is: C.I. didn’t have NODS.
By the time we had reached the LCZ, we had already neutralised 4 hostiles…which did kind of get inside my head…
“Where the hell is the rest of ‘em?”
“In the containment area, of course; where do you think they would be Gill?” Annoyingly stated Pearce…eh, I guess he should have remembered all the the stupid questions he asks us.
“SiteCommand, this is Alpha 1-1. Do you detect any survivors inside the facility?”
“Affirmative Alpha: they’re in the lower East wing, with unidentified entities, possibly being used as hostages by the insurgents; your mission is to neutralise the threat, Gamma will take care of the hostages.”
Gamma 2…we worked a lot together, and they always got the better jobs…lucky pieces of crap.
“Alpha 1, this is Gamma 2. Can you get on comms with Bravo 3?”
“We’ll try now. Leon…”
“Negative sir, can’t catch on to Bravo.” Answered Leon, who looked rather disappointed.
“Negative Gamma: no signal.”
“Well then…might as well be KIA. Good luck Alpha.”
“Good luck…” looked like Lance kept his cool, but he didn’t: “goddamn it!” Lance’s brother was in Bravo 1.
“C’mon Lance, I’m sure James’ alright: he’s a though boy.” Said Pearce trying to reassure his friend.
Lance didn’t speak about it for the rest of the mission…he actually never did: I think it’s because his brother kind of hates him, maybe out of simple arrogance…as I said, he never spoke about James, but he sure as hell worried about him.
We got to the HCZ immediately after, and bullets started raining on us as soon as we entered: they were setting up a trap;
“Gamma 1, this is Alpha 1-1. We’re engaging the enemy: there’s about a dozen of them, we need some help!”
“Affermative Alpha: we’re coming.”
“Boss you know that we’re gonna die by the time they arrive?”
“JUST SHOOT!”
The sound of bullets ricocheting on the steel walls, the skin tearing and the screams of pain are something you get used to…as inhuman as it sounds.
When they all died, we got to Bravo team, luckily still intact…no casualties…yet.
“Gamma 1…we took care about it, keep going.”
“Damn Lancy, took you long enough!” James wasn’t surprised to see his brother: he always treated him like a kid, and he hated it.
“Shut up James. How’s your team?”
“Billy’s got a broken leg, Alexei’s left lung got shot…yeah, we’re fine.”
“How many of them did you see?” I asked.
“About 50 of them: they broke all of the SCPs out, and God knows where are they now…”
During moments like these, the Foundation would normally order the re-containment of all anomalies, but there was no time.
“SiteCommand, this is Alpha 1-1. We have rendezvous with Bravo-“
“Alpha, I thought your orders were to eliminate the threats?”
“Affermative sir, we took care about it too, however, Bravo confirmed the breach of all SCPs of the Site: they’re in their hands now…”
“Acknowledged, stand-by Alpha.”
“Pff…they’re just gonna nuke the whole place.” Whispered Pearce in my ear.
“All Nu-7 units involved in the containment breach, we are activating Protocol Alpha: you have 15 minutes to find any possible survivors and evacuate; we are sending in evacuation on Gate A.”
“Told you…” said Pearce Again.
“Ok SiteCommand, it will be done. Gamma, do you copy?”
“We hear you Alpha.”
“We are sending in Bravo in your location, take care of survivors if any. We’ll activate the warheads.”
“Affermative. We already met some researchers, we’re getting them to Gate A.”
And so starts the end of Site-38…nobody in the Foundation has ever been fond with the idea of nuking a containment site, but when we have nearly no chance to re-contain them in time it’s the only thing we can do: Destroy everything. Not like there was something special in there, except for a couple of SCP-939 instances.
We didn’t meet any other hostile in the way, and we activated the warheads in a swift…now we had only 90 seconds to escape.
“Ok ok let’s move out!”
We warned everybody on Gate A, even if they already knew…Damn sirens are loud.
“T-40 seconds” We arrived to the Nighthawks.
“T-35 seconds” We were up in the air.
“T-25 seconds” We were out of the red zone.
“T-15 seconds” We knew we had the chance to make it, we stopped keeping count; the loud bang and the whole facility collapsing was both fascinating and disturbing.
After the mission, Protocol Delta-1 was activated, and we were transferred to MTF-DELTA-1…not like it was any different than Nu-7, but at least now we had a military organisation.
The Foundation attacked a C.I. camp soon after.
It was war.
October 6, 2011
Operation Chaos
PHYSICS Strike team “The Darings”
Hour 03:43
That is when shit hit the fan, when we fucked up and brought the entire paranormal community to war. My codename is “Hawk”, and this is my story.
“Are we there yet 1-5?”
“Don’t worry sir, we’re close.”
We had to take Delta Command down, no matter what, and “Scaffolder” (our boss) promised us we would make it back home…we did go back home, but not the way we expected.
“Oi Hawk, what are you keeping in that bag?” Asked me “Hood”, our sniper, stealth specialist and my best friend.
“Ya know, usual: ammo, ammo, explosives, ammo…did I mention I brought ammo?”
“You could have brought some grilled cheese: I’m hungry as hell.” Answered “Caster”, our prankster.
“Team, 1-5 would like to advise you that we are about 700 meters from objective, so I would suggest you’d prepare yourselves.” Said “Dixie”, who is a guy by the way…we gave him his name, as a joke: he likes Dixie music, and he was Southern American…he should have seen it coming.
“Gentlemen, we’re ready to drop. Charlie, are you going to forget your parachute again like last time?” Joked Scaffolder: during our last op, “Charlie” forgot to take his parachute and we nearly died to save him…we later found out he was drunk, but thank God we were able to hide it from reports….he still hasn’t thanked us.
“Yeah, don’t wanna be part of that experiment.”
“Team, this is 1-5. You have 15 seconds.”
“You heard the man: prepare for drop.”
I loved dropping from the sky…it indeed was the most spectacular part of every mission, only problem was hoping that the parachute would work…it happened a couple of times.
By the time we had reached the ground, we knew that it was either go big or go home, and it wasn’t gonna be easy: it was a totally blind operation, since no agent that was sent came back from Delta command…but the intel we had was enough for us.
“Two, on the tower.” Whispered Hood.
“Another one, smoking a cigarette next to the gate.”
“Humvee coming from South….I want to see where this goes.” Scaffolder is a methodical guy, no wonder he wanted to see who would come out of the vehicle;
We saw a man: bald, full of scars and with a lot of protection.
“Is that their boss?”Asked Dixie.
“Maybe; Do not engage, follow the plan: if this place is indeed powered by a nuclear plant, sneaking in and planting a bomb is easier and faster than trying to kill all of them.” Crazy plan? Yes…I still wonder where the hell does the General get these ideas.
“Ok…Hood, kill the guys on the tower; rest of the team comes with me: we’re entering from the air ventilation system.”
Hood was a sharpshooter of a kind: shot the poor bastards in the head point blank in less than 2 seconds.
We entered the ventilation system and started looking for the core room, that, from the reports, should have been the biggest one…but I’d be lying if I said we found it immediately, because it took about 1 whole hour: the whole place also went underground and was gigantic, I guess it took years to create.
In the mean time we were able to overhear some “discussions” the high ranks were having: Raids on the Foundation (which debunked the theory that the C.I. was created by the SCPF), operational status of the sites…well, a lot of stuff, and it all started from Delta command, so it truly was the occasion to destroy the Insurgency once and for all.
When we had finally found the nuclear reactor room, we noticed the same man we saw coming out of the car, with two guards, with these weird tubes attached on him which were connected to the “core”; we were waiting him to go away but I dunno how, why or when, he ordered his guards to shoot us; he knew where we were and the whole operation went to fuck itself; they started releasing gas in the ventilation system, so we had to come out of there and expose ourselves…not like it mattered now.
We had tons of hostiles on us
“Open fire!”
“On our left!”
“Board the door!”
Grenades, bullets, C.I. researchers running away and the elite guards of Delta command were something I’ll never forget…especially the broken femur…wasn’t it for the hi-tech we have I would have never been able to walk again.
As soon as we got out of the main gate, all we saw was an entire platoon of Insurgents holding Hood as an hostage.
“So…whatcha gonna do now?” Asked one of them: he was tall, muscular and looked like he was high rank.
“Now…here’s the thing: we kill this motherfucker here, then we kill you…OR…we bring all of you in, you tell us where your HQ is and maybe we can grant you a fast painless death.”
“Fuck you!” Cried out Hood, which immediately got punched in the face by a guard.
“Hey, It’s an offer I’m making: die now or delay it, either way we’re gonna destroy your whole fun little coalition. You think you run the world, don’t you? You think you can go around everywhere doing whatever you want because you got the UN covering your sorry asses? You think you’re so smart because you’re protecting humanity? You’re just fools that don’t realise it goes way deeper than that, that it is the engineer who will decide the fate of humanity, not you nor the Foundation. You are just-“ and there came Evac: reinforcements and some support, just to get us out of there….they didn’t try to shoot us down, for some weird reason, but hey: better alive than dead, right? We still haven’t figured out who this “engineer” could have been.
“The Darings” dared and regrettably, luck didn’t favour us, nor anybody in the GOC.
They attacked and destroyed one of our bases soon after..
It was war.
It was war, they wanted it, and they should not be surprised.
My name is Carter, Corporal Carter, and I serve the Insurgency in team Sicarii 1. This is how we started a war.
“You’re pretty silent today, aren’t you?” Asked me William.
“I’m just a bit worried, that’s all.”
“Worried for what?”
“I dunno…maybe I’m worried we are making a mistake.”
“Nonsense.” Responded Johnston, our Team Leader.
“Yeah, I’m overreacting…we’ll crush ‘em!”
“Yeah man, that’s the spirit!” Shouted White from the passenger seat of the Humvee.
“Sicarii 1, this is Shinobi. All other teams are set, all they need is your signal.”
“Shinobi, this is Sicarii 1-1. We are approaching Point Bravo, tell the other teams to stand-by.”
It was going the be the biggest thing we had ever done: we were about to bomb an entire GOC military facility in the middle of Caucasus…you won’t even imagine what it took to get 3 AC-130s.
“Ok Sicarii, we are on spot, let’s go.” Johnston was sure we would have made it, all odds were on us after all.
We reached a small hill full of trees, at approximately 700 meters from the facility…damn, and I thought they were supposed to be secret: it was massive, at least we hide them underground.
“Carter, would you like to have the honour?”Asked me sarge.
“I can’t back that down.”
I took the binoculars, started giving coordinates, and soon after all we could see was a bunch of bombs dropping on the structure.
“Sicarii 1 to all units. Commencing attack.”
We were at least three-hundred, with vehicles, weapons and air support…motherfuckers probably didn’t even realise what hit them.
It was a bloodbath: outside, you could hear the smell of burnt flesh of the bodies, and the guards begging for death…the inside was worse, dusty and on fire, with bullets raining everywhere and researchers struggling to breathe because of all the ashes and dust…some probably got buried under all of that stuff.
I must confess, I did feel kinda like a shit, but that is war…survival is each individual’s responsibility.
We recovered all the anomalies they kept in there, and we set off a bomb on the nuclear reactor powering the place…eye for an eye they say.
When we got out, all that was left were the bodies.
The bomb set off fast enough for us to see the whole place sink itself.
“That was a shitshow.” Said Johnston
“Hey, I got the ten headshots, give me the money now!” Shouted White to my face; he cared fondly about winning bets you, know?
We got back home and we had the most unforgettable meal ever.
What came after wasn’t so nice…
November 25, 2014.
PHYSICS HQ, somewhere in Germany.
PHYSICS Strike Team “The Darings”.
Private Hawk.
Fine day at HQ: we had just finished one hell of a pizza, straight out from our Italian cook…I dunno who had that idea but damn does he need a raise.
Aside from eating, there really was nothing else that brought some joy to me: everyday there were at least 30 wounded and about 13 confirmed KIA/MIA, all because of the Insurgency; not saying the Church didn’t have it’s fair share, but we were able to keep them on check for a while.
“Attention, PHYSICS Strike Team designated “The Darings” is requested at the main operations office.” That’s just what you need to ruin a day;
“Ah shit! Why is it always us damn it? Can’t they call fucking Bravo?” Stormed Hood as soon as the message ended;
“C’mon, we haven’t been on a mission for 4 weeks: I’m bored!” Joked Caster, who surely meant the contrary.
“Hey! You heard the man, move your asses!” Scaffy wasn’t a guy of many words, and he sure as hell hated discussions.
As we got to main office, we knew something was off: there was a bit of agitation in the HQ, and that usually means bad news;
“Take a seat, soldiers.” Firmly ordered us general Warrant;
“Sir, are we here for something we’ve done?”Asked Saffolder;
“No, you’re not, you’re here for something completely different: GRU Division P.” The soviets, it’s always the fucking soviets: Russia was a shithole at the time, because “a guy” got elected and turned the whole place into the damn USSR again…I’m not surprised we would have seen them again.
“Sir,GRU D-P was dismantled, correct?” Asked Charlie;
“Yes…and no: after the fall of the USSR, they had become a small terroristic group very similar to the Chaos Insurgency, but with less members and no command. The return of communist dictatorship in Russia surely influenced this, but you are not diplomats, you’re soldiers…you’ll take care of something else.”
“Such as, sir?” I asked;
“Such as taking down one of their bases in Poland.” Poland returned to be part of the Soviet Union, so did Ukraine and the whole Caucasus region.
When we got out, we, of course, met up with our quartermaster: Adolf Steiner, a weird dude, with a twice as weird name, but a really cool guy too.
“Ah! My friends came back! So…what you need?” He asked us with a thick German accent;
“The usual…oh, right, do you have an ARX 160 for Hawk? He really wanted one.” Yes, I did want an ARX….I’m a Beretta fan ya know?
“ARX 160….I have one! Here mister Hawk, take it!”
“Thank you Steiner, you’re a beast!”
We went to our lockers, putting on our suits and preparing to fly: at least 2 hours on helicopter…we didn’t want to be seen, after all.
From what we knew at the mission debriefing, they had found something, something big, that got moved somewhere else…and inside that base in Poland there was intel…and a shitload of angry Russians with Kalashnikovs.
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