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Admonish Misconstruction Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 9:07 am
------------------------------------------- POLICE STATE
Using Constant presense of external
war as a pretext
for subjecting the
people to mass
surveilance,
constantraining both
freedom of action
and of though.
STOP THE NEW WORLD ORDER
THE AMERICAN PEOPLE ------------------------------------------- THE CATALYST FOR A NEW BEGINNING
(Our number one priority)
Kim Jong-il's laughing from hell, the b*****d. His death, the 17th of December 2011 is remembered as THE FIRST DAY. Kim Jong-un was unable to inherit his father's dominant power over North Korea, leaving Jang Sung-taek as his regent and coincidentally the true power behind North Korea. The following month of Kim Jung-il's death in response to America's strengthening of the South Korean border began numerous military exercises. On February 14th 2011 Jang Sung-taek gave the BLOODY VALENTINE SPEECH, a call for battle against the capitalists of America and their puppet South Korea. Rockets plummeted inside of South Korea initiated the first large-scale military conflict in the region since the Korean War. Tense door-to-door firefights ensued between the South and North leading to severe civilian casualties.
AFTERMATH
(Fear)
On February 19th the USS John Stennis was assaulted by Iranian Naval Forces following the unveiled threats against the United States if they attempted to re-enter the Persian Gulf months before, in late December. Ninety-six members of the USS John Stennis were killed in the battle of CARRIER BAY. Afterwards the United States called for the immediate resignations of Iran's most powerful leaders and to allow the United Nations to restore Iranian and world relations with new leadership.
TENSION
(Fear II)
In late February the MOSCOW MASSECURE would become on the first of numerous major rallies, protects, and riots against governments that would spawn across the globe from Europe, England, Canada, Russian, and to America. When protectors gathered in Moscow to protect 'the Putin era' military and police personal would leave hundreds of protesters dead in the streets.
POLICE STATE: THE NEW AMERICAN WAY
(1984: We're behind schedule)
Those words of freedom our Founding Father's left us became hollow muffles as our Constitution and Bill of Rights was butchered under the treads of totalitarianism. The Homeland Peace Act, Anti-Organized Crime Act, and the Patriot Act II left our freedom and privacy lobotomized. We became euthanized. Sure, at first the news praised the surgical strikes against the your local gangs to clear the streets of crime in the name of national security. Then the media became the government's little lap dog, barking propaganda. The police became military police. It was called black bagging, when they came through your doors and pulled you away as screams from your loved ones echoed down the streets. It wasn't long until they were called traitors and disappeared into one of the government's new prison camps. There were riots, but it wasn't long before public demonstrations were euthanized with a volley of rubber bullets and arrests. Every day became a twenty-four military parade on the streets. Armed men roamed the streets just waiting to shut out any outcry against the new police state. We all fled to the cities as small business and life was replaced by government sponsored corporations. We huddled together in mutual fear. Outside our sovereign shores the world was burning under the plight of fire and turmoil. Europe has fallen into anarchy. It's been twelve years since the death of Kim Jong-il and we're no longer the land of the free.
We are free. We are The American People (TAP).
2023
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 10:15 am
Characters: The American People (TAPs) Resistance Movement
Codename: Epsilon Real Name:
Codename: Pi Real Name: Winter
Codename: Omega Real Name:
Codename: Theta Real Name:
Codename: Ridgeback Real Name:
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Admonish Misconstruction Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 10:48 am
Characters: The American Government/Military
Codename: TAIL-FIN Name: Senator Beller Status: Alive
Dellaney Special Forces, Army
Alpha Team, Delta Force, Army
Anderson, team leader
Richardson
Sammy
Frank
Colbert
Micky
CIA:
Mr. Clean
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 11:50 am
January 10th, 20XX
18:34:12 ZULU HOURS
CALLSIGN: "EPSILON"
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
Location: Brooklyn Slums, Brooklyn, NY
A subtle rumble ripped through the silence inside the back of the van as the team made their way down the rocky road. Inside the metal shell lay in wait men with the intention to fight, and the dream to be free.
With a simple click, Episilon loaded another round into his magazine. The bump ride made it harder to get a grip on the 5.57mm rounds, but he was able to accomplish his task. His mind raced with ideas and thoughts as he went. Events, the timeline, how he ended up in the back of a van, in full tactical gear about to assault the very premise he once swore to protect.
Another bump rattled through the back of his skull.
He finished his final magazine and slipped it into his Tac-Vest pocket, securing it with the Velcro strap; and like a robot, racked the bolt on his SCAR-L.
Like a pebble to a pond, his watch chime ripped through the silence. This was it, Zero Hour.
Epsilon looked up from his watch to the other members of his strike team.
"Alright boys." He began, "Lets get this over with. Equipment Check."
The cabin was alive with movement as the group checked their equipment all at once. A symphony of clicks and chimes went off without a beat as the tension began growing like a wildfire.
They all knew one thing: This was it.
JANUARY 10TH
CALLSIGN: PI
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
The anticipation was something cruel, the opposite of necrotic. Why did it thrive so on the anxiety? He said goodbye to the fear, locking it away in the safe. Sure there were drippings, but the adrenaline neutralized in a swarm of hormones. A silent prayer hung in his throat, unable to escape. Black hooded jacket, black pants, black boots, black gloves. Winter's outfit was a canvas of black and gray. His ballistic vest was like a loving family member, hugging you, trying to keep you safe.
Winter grabbed his mask and slid it across the top of his short cropped hair and down his stumbled cheeks. He looked at Epsilon, giving a small reassuring nod from beneath the blackness that was his face. Only his eyes were showing now, and a moment later they disappeared behind a set of thick goggles.
"Just have to settle those butterflies," Winter leans forward, hushed. Sure, he was pushing thirty-one but his stomach felt sixteen, walking up that cute girl's house for that first date in your dad's ******** Civic.
Winter fumbled for the action as they tumbled over a jolting bump. A 5.56 round entered the chamber, clacking loudly as it went. Like Epsilon he wanted to get this over with, step outside the van and take care of business. He was doing this for his beliefs, but all the politics were lost in the smoky haze of thought. Retracing the mission, remember your corners, your six, and your brothers.
SCAR-H, knife, Beretta PT-92, and a copy of the Federalist Papers snuggly tucked into his pack: this was it, wasn't it?
January 10th, 20XX
18:35:03 ZULU HOURS
CALLSIGN: "EPSILON"
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
Location: Brooklyn Slums, Brooklyn, NY
Another jolt rocked the crew of the van. Epsilon shrugged it off and grabbed the tablet to his left. With the tap of a button, the screen glowed to life, revealing a map of the inner boroughs.
"Alright boys, gather up. Here's the plan." Epsilon said, as he brought the screen into the middle of the 4 operatives.
"As of 2100 last night, reports that our target, Codename: Tail-Fin, is presenting a new bill to the Secretary of the United States in secret at the Ritz Hotel located off Sycamore. This new bill is in direct violation of the Constitution as we know it, taking away our right to bare arms."
A scoff emerged from Omega in the corner. "As if the US Senate hasn't done enough to violate our rights..."
Epsilon steered back on track, "Noted, now, Tail-Fin is bringing in a new asset to begin this new bill. Our mission is to find Tail-Fin, secure him, and bring him to safehouse Bravo. There, we'll get the truth out of him. Understood gents?"
The group agreed without any objection.
"Alright, Mic-Check." Epsilon ordered as he lowered his jackal skull printed mask to his face.
"Epsilon, green."
"Theta, green."
"Omega, Green."
Epsilon looked to Pi, who was next to him. With a slight tap on the shoulder, Epsilon nodded to his comrade. "Alright, Pi, open the door."
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Admonish Misconstruction Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 12:30 pm
JANUARY 10TH
CALLSIGN: PI
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
"Pi green," Winter called off as a gloved left hand groped for the door, a right swinging his weapon from safety to downright firefight. His eyes wandered three hundred and sixty degrees as he stepped from the van's rear, his weapon's muzzle trailing close behind. Clear was a relative term, but for now they were in the safe. For now.
The top of Winter's magazine was stuffed with subsonic 5.56 ammunition and when matched with his hefty Surefire silencer he could put somebody down with a sharp 'clack', not a full on uproar. Where the enemy decided to perch relied on where Pi saw them. Some would have to get popped tonight. Not all these tangos where staunch followers but Winter had seen enough of the enemy's public beatings, the prisoner camps, and the dead bodies in the alleys with military issue in the back of their skulls to know. Some of these bastards were cruel, high on the power, on the brutality.
A single block never seemed like any distance until moments like these. He could feel the wind blowing, sending shivers down his spine. The trees shook, the power lines swung. Winter was always looking as he went double-step down the street towards the hotel. One word and he'd drop, take a shadow in his sights, and send a bullet downrange. It could be any moment, but it wasn't now. Keep on going, keep on looking.
"Tango, two o'clock. Rooftops." Who had said that? Damn radios.
"Confirmed." Winter brought the rifle upwards, looking through the glass, finding the head, breathing in, out, firing. The gun snorted viciously, clacking as a pair of bullets went skyward. The first must have missed, but the second hit a ******** homerun. A spray of brain matter and blood went everywhere in the lowlight. A shiver ran up his spine. Pi gave a silent prayer to the man.
"Tango, four o'clock. Street corner." Another voice, damn.
Winter swung to take on the second tango. "Civilian?" The man must have been strong beneath his flowing coat. It wasn't a uniform, but undercover security walked these gigs. "Fire or halt?" Winter asked. He looked for a lapel pin, a headset, something that could mark him as a enemy. It was too dark to see properly.
The street suddenly swam with muzzle flashes as a sub-machine gun clacked in the distance, clawing at the brick above them. They were under fire. Then came the chorus, automatic gunfire from above.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 1:04 pm
January 10th, 20XX
18:36:45 ZULU HOURS
CALLSIGN: "EPSILON"
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
Location: Brooklyn Slums, Brooklyn, NY[700 Yards from Target]
"Copy! Theta, them out. Omega, cover him. Pi, on me. We're taking the high road!"
Epsilon, thinking fast ducked off the side street, SCAR-L in hand and began down the side street, Pi holding his 5 o'clock strong.
The duo halted at a door. Epsilon quickly signaled Pi to grab the opposite side of the door.
One word escaped his lips: "Breach", and his fingers counted down to one as he kicked the door down.
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Admonish Misconstruction Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 1:25 pm
JANUARY 10TH
CALLSIGN: PI
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
"Copy." Winter's word was gurgled, glued to his throat. He escaped the echo of gunfire, retreating with Epsilon down the side street. The night was becoming vibrant and volatile. It breathed loudly, hauntingly laughing as gunfire broke through what would be a generally quiet evening. CLACK! BAM! BANG! The foreground played.
And it was all the foreground. Because the foreground what was behind you, and now something new was in front. The high road, the door, the ******** on the other side. You had to stay in reality. Where you are. Not where you were.
Three. Two. One.
The door caved in, screeching as it was breached. On the other side someone turned to them brandishing a black clad assault rifle. A string clack, clack, clack silent gunfire met him as he moved forward, blood appearing across its chest where there was once none. The man fell, clutching his chest, one hand, than a second. It was over. The man was dead and another silent prayer.
"Pause," Winter spoke quickly, bringing himself to the wall as he unscrewed the silencer from the barrel. There was already enough noise to make it void, and the front weight made was too heavy, and the length bad for the corners.
Then he noticed it, they were there. One block down and two against who knows how many. "We're on the wrong side of the hotel, we're going... high road. The stairwell's on the other side."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 1:40 pm
January 10th, 20XX
18:39:01 ZULU HOURS
CALLSIGN: "EPSILON"
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
Location: Brooklyn Slums, Brooklyn, NY
4 Rounds escaped the chamber and found themselves buried into the heart of an enemy. Without a second to recover, the enemy fell, and Epsilon moved forward.
"Clear." He said, checking the body for intel.
"We're on the wrong side of the hotel, we're going... high road. The stairwell is on the other side."
Epsilon nodded to Pi. "Solid copy. Wait one..." He switched COM frequencies. "Theta, Omega, send traffic."
"Heavy opposition. Homeland Security's got this place down tight." Epsilon could hear bullet fire in the background. "Where are you?"
"We're finding a way into the Hotel now. Try and suppress them as long as you can. Ridgeback should be here to EVAC soon. We're taking the high road. If my timing is right, Tail-Fin should be inside. Send traffic if things go haywire."
"Solid copy.
Epsilon took a moment to check his sights and the time. "Pi, you're on point." He nodded at the door. "Lead the way, friend."
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Admonish Misconstruction Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 2:01 pm
JANUARY 10TH
CALLSIGN: PI
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
Winter gulped down a breath, a string of shallow breaths finding themselves caught halfway down his throat. There was adrenaline there, beating like his heart, a pump fueling him with energy. What of the fear? It was washed away, a crispness left in its wake. Oh adrenaline. The body splayed across the blood lit floor was nothing but a simple flesh. It was simple there, limp. So very, very dead.
Outside his comrades were feeling the adrenaline and the fear. In their minds, what battle had won? Winter wished for their safe return, but something in his subconscious whispered a woeful no.
Winter turned to his comrade a thin smile there hidden beneath his sweaty mask. At least his hands were in good hands. Epsilon should have thought the same, Pi was feasting on the energy. "Double-time. Third floor conference room."
The two thundered down the hallway, a stampede of boots crashing through the hotel. It wouldn't be too long till the Senator's escape route would be clear and he would disappear into the night, lost for weeks, maybe months. As they ran, Winter's hand found the fire alarm and pulled at it. As the sirens began to blare the elevators would shut down, unwilling to move until the alarms ended their torturous racket.
"Cover me, I just need... twenty seconds." The stairway would be their choking point, and from the sound of the hotel the downstairs was restless. Soon the downstairs security would be taking to the stairs. According to the schematics the door opened in, perfect for a doorstop and a single screw. Winter kicked the rubber door stop under the lip of the door, using a handheld drill to put a screw through its center.
"Done, let's go." It was time to go three stories up.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 2:12 pm
January 10th, 20XX
18:41:00 ZULU HOURS
CALLSIGN: "EPSILON"
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
Location: Brooklyn Slums, Brooklyn, NY
Epsilon followed Pi, carried out his orders and followed him up the stairs. The winding staircase closed in on him and his partner, the breath fell back onto his face with each step forward.
"What's the plan?"
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Admonish Misconstruction Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 5:43 pm
JANUARY 10TH
CALLSIGN: PI
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
Seconds passed in silence, the only sound was the helpless struggle to get through Winter's blocked door at the bottom of the stairs. It was a simple mute, bang, bang, bang in their ears. The Senator's closest security were surely preparing to hustle the Senator away, probably be the service elevator once the alarms were turned off. They'd either be swarmed or the Senator would be away if they waited for backup.
“We're going to have to move, fire, move, fire. There's just hallways, with us two there's no real choice.” Winter breathed, and opened the door onto the third floor. The last floor Winter wanted to be on.
There was a spat of gunfire from down the hallway, armed plain clothes security firing with MP5's. The automatic gunfire halted only half a second, empty magazines. Winter drove around the corner, looking dead on the two guard's sidearms. In this battle Winter prevailed, taking down the competition with semi-automatic three rounders. Every polite citizen should give three warning shots: two to the chest, one to the head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 8:39 pm
January 10th, 20XX
18:45:12 ZULU HOURS
CALLSIGN: "EPSILON"
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
Location: Brooklyn Slums, Brooklyn, NY
"Move up!" Epilson called up, rifile poised in hand to his shoulder as he carefully walked down the hallway riddled with closed doors. The floor littered with papers and bloodstains as if a fistfight had broken out between 9 people. A sudden quiet filled the corridor. Nothing but the patter of footsteps rung off the walls. Serene, peaceful, and suddenly deadly.
With a sudden crash, the door next to Epsilon burst open, and out flew a man, dressed in FBI attire, knife in hand. Thinking quickly, Epsilon grabbed at the mans knife-hand which was making a downward strike at him, and with a sudden reversal of movement, Epsilon flung him against the wall, knocking the knife out of the enemies hand.
A forceful elbow to the throat, knee to the groin, and 6mm slug from his side arm silenced the agent. Epsilon took a moment to readjust, ready his weapon, and signal to move on.
"Epsilon, we've got a problem." Came a voice in his Mic.
But before Epsilon could reply, the rotor blades of a Helicopter could be heard from outside, with the sudden spray of gunfire against shattering glass.
"GO!"
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Admonish Misconstruction Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 5:02 pm
JANUARY 10TH
CALLSIGN: PI
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
The b*****d's knife didn't have a chance against Epsilon. Should have used a gun. Those who live be the knife get shot by the gun,. Winter looked at the body. It was the man's eyes that got him. A moment ago those eyes blazed with fire, now they were hollow and frightened. Horror bursting from those irises. The irony of life was that Winter could be next, or Epsilon. It didn't matter. Anyone could be next.
"Rooftop extraction, we have three floors to go!" Before Epsilon had spoken Winter was already storming down the halls, the clamor of running boot steps echoing in his wake. Inside the stairway Winter engaged in a three second firefight, ending with a suit wearing security guard slumped in the corner of the stairwell, blood leaking from succession of bullet holes in his torso. Winter was running up the stairs again before he even processed the takedown. Reflexes.
"One last floor!" Winter bellowed, jutting the point of his rifle upwards, at the apex of every blind corner. "Tangos up!" He flung himself again the stairwell wall, a hail of bullets ripping through the drywall, sprays of white powder exploding as they hit.
"Two tangos, top of the stairs." Think quickly he thought to himself. There would probably be two to four more guards with the senator, making four overall. Damn, these weren't the best odds. "Suppressive fire, don't get shot, get them scared. I'll move low, firing, you follow high."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:45 pm
JANUARY 10TH
LT. ANDERSON
ALPHA TEAM
DELTA FORCE, US ARMY
TAP SAFEHOUSE 'BRAVO', NEW YORK
Anderson felt Richardson floor the SUV's engine into overdrive. The six man team rocketed around the final corner, wheels squealing, rubber burning from their treads, two streams black blood sprayed all across concrete. The Delta team was comprised of Anderson's men, handpicked, trusted, the best. Afterward Anderson would take his little girl, hold her in his big arms, and tell her daddy did good.
"Sammy, activate the jammers." Anderson said. "Weapons hot! We want them alive, but terminate if necessary!"
The black car's black door swung wide and the heavily armed black clad reapers bounced from their seats weapon's swung outward. Black masks, black helmets, and black vests. They were shadows split, each three man grouping moving to their doors. The warehouse felt silent Anderson thought, taking his team to the first rusted out door. The night hummed, crickets cracking their mating calls. He could almost feel his wife's body thrown against his, making love as little Sarah slept in her bed.
Anderson counted down off his watch as Richardson placed the charges. Three seconds till show time. Two, one, BAM.
A blast of hot air swept over him as the door caved inward explosive force throwing it inward, cascading through the air like a car tumbling through the air, flames sprouting from its tips. On the other side warehouse the same sound echoed. Richardson and Anderson tossed a set of flash bangs inside, an explosion of light erupted within, and team one and team two were in.
Anderson fell in behind Richardson as they leapt over the squirming red eyed TAP bodies. It was smoky and he could hear shouts from team two, than a set of gunfire and a groan. Anderson threw a tango to the ground, bounding his legs and hands with a set of zip ties.
Thirty-seconds after entry they were picking up. A military truck was pulling inside the small warehouse to take the prisoners away with the sound of a tumbling diesel engine. Anderson's crew wouldn't even have a purple heart to brag about, the operation had been flawless. The TAP guy's weren't so lucky however, two of the eight dead. A bunch of Army Intelligence were already pouring over the place. With six TAP prisoners who knew where they would be next. Anderson didn't know where the intelligence had come from other than it had come from CIA spook. Whoever that spook was they were perfect with the intelligence. A rarity in Anderson's line of work.
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Admonish Misconstruction Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 11:53 am
January 10th, 20XX
18:45:37 ZULU HOURS
CALLSIGN: "EPSILON"
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
Location: Brooklyn Slums, Brooklyn, NY
Rounds went through his chamber, and met flesh. All targets were neutralized and they began to make their way up the winding stairs. Epsilon could feel his heart in his ears as his footsteps echoed in the hall. They were getting closer and closer to the top floor, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure running the same staircase to the roof followed by 3 men in suits. It was Tail-Fin.
"Pi! Target located, P.I.D. on Tail-Fin, intercept on the roof!" He called as he ran faster.
He switched his focus to his COM. "Ridgeback, this is Epsilon, do you copy?"
"Copy your traffic, Epsilon, I'm inbound hot. You guys sturred the nest down there."
Rounds pinged off the banister as Epsilon replied into his mic, "Roger that, LZ will be hot, do you have visual on Theta and Omega?"
"P.I.D. on Fireteam Two."
His heart felt like it was about to burst, his lungs were filled with fire, but he had to keep moving, just one more flight of stairs.
"Copy that! EXFIL on roof in 3 Mikes!"
Solid Copy, coming in for support.
Epsilon cleared the last set of stairs just as the door closed behind them. He couldn't let Tail-Fin get away. With one swift motion, he kicked the door down, unleashing the outside light that wavered in his vision for the one critical moment...
January 10th, 20XX
18:45:12 ZULU HOURS
Roger Dellaney : United States Special Forces
Rooftop of The Ritz Hotel, Brooklyn NY
The hum of helicopter rotors rang in his ears as he escorted the Senator to the edge of the roof for EVAC. He looked to the faces of his team as they prepared to carry out the final plan of the mission. With a sharp nod from Moorat on his left, Roger pulled out the .50 Cal Desert Eagle from his holster and pointed it at the Senators head. The Senator was the essence of sheer fear.
"Wha-what are you doing!?" Said the official as he moved backward slowly, his hands in the air.
Dellaney's face was stone solid as he delivered his orders. "Senator Beller, I've been ordered to terminate our contract. Please understand, the Chairmen needs to keep his rope clean."
Senator Beller's face was sheet white. He began pleading for his life as the Serviceman pulled the hammer back. But with the subtle click of metal on metal, the door to the service shaft burst open, 2 figures in masks at the end of Dellaney's gaze. As Roger began to pull his sidearm to front, 2 rounds entered his abdomen. His heart stopped, but not before pulling the trigger into Beller's chest.
Dellaney perished on the rooftop along with his team.
January 10th, 20XX
18:45:30 ZULU HOURS
CALLSIGN: "EPSILON"
OPERATION BUNKER HILL
Location: The Ritz Hotel, Brooklyn, NY
The light vanished, to reveal 4 targets, Tail-Fin, and 3 men in suits, one with a D-Eagle pointed at their VIP's head. Not on his watch.
With swift action, Epsilon leveled the rifle with the head honcho's chest and squeezed the trigger; The target fell but squeezed off a round into the VIP's midsection. The other two targets fell by Pi's hands. A fear that the mission might have just bought the farm swept over Epsilon.
"s**t! Pi, help me." Epsilon called as he ran over to Tail-Fin. Just as he began examining the wounds, as Ridgeback hovered off the edge of the building in his USAF Blackhawk.
Epsilon dabbed the wound with a tie from one of the dead guards. It was only a graze, but he would die if they didn't patch him soon.
"Pi, get him in the chopper. We gotta pick up the others."
"Epsilon, this is Omega... We've got a problem...
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