Brothers: A DarkNet/Legion SCP AU Crossover

Part 6: Search and Rescue

~24 Hours Prior~

Gerrie: Are you fucking kidding me?! That was a headshot! Who just- WHAT THE FUCK?

Tyr: *smirking* Ha ha, get fucked.

Gerrie: *aggressively drops his controller on the table* Fuck this game man. I shot that guy like three- five times. How the fuck did he still call the airstrike?

Tyr: Maybe you just suck at this game.

Gerrie: Fuck you. *picks up his controller again* Ready up. If that bullshit happens again, we're switching back to League.

Tyr: Pffft, sure thing man.

[They play two more matches and are about to start their third when a trilling beep from the side table causes them both to jump. Tyr pauses the game and reaches over to get the datapad.]

Tyr: *tense* Emergency.

Gerrie: *looks over apprehensively*

[Tyr reads through the urgent message, his face paling as he reaches the end.]

Gerrie: *nervous* What's it say?

Tyr: HQ went into lockdown six days ago. They found a Foundation tracker on one of the members of the Cape Gophers.

Gerrie: *stunned* What?

Tyr: Lockdown was lifted this morning, but Dark and Vyntage haven't been able to work on busting out Freyr and Mitch from the facility they're in.

Gerrie: *stands up* Fuck.

Tyr: They had to rush to put together a full task force, so Dark and Vyntage are...oh.

Gerrie: *raises a brow* They're what? What is "oh"?

Tyr: They're teaming up with the Blood Lyres.

Gerrie: *surprised* Oh.

Tyr: And the Cape Gophers, but apparently Dark wants the two of us to come as backup.

Gerrie: Sorry, what? Backup?

Tyr: *nods*

Gerrie: What the fuck does Dark expect us to do? We're Scouts, not Field Agents.

Tyr: Who knows. Cause distractions, maybe. Or identify Freyr and Mitch since none of those guys actually know what they look like.

Gerrie: True...*irritated huff* Can't believe it's been almost a week. Who knows what those Foundation bastards have been doing to them.

Tyr: Worry about that later. Dark sent us coordinates for a rendezvous site with the strike team.

Gerrie: *mutters* This will be interesting.

~Present Day~

All teams, confirm positions.

Eagle is ready to fly the coop when teams are at the exit.

Ghost Racer 2, scope is locked and loaded.

Blood Lyre 3, ready with Lyre 4 to blow the charges.

Cape Gopher 1, at the vent with my Gophers. We're ready to knock the hinges off the containment cells and raise some hell.

Benji: *into his comm* Blood Lyre 2. Ready for Freebird extraction. Groundhogs, did you send the Freebird identifiers?

Dark: Negative. The Groundhogs are going in with us.

Benji: *shocked* Excuse me?! We are here for an extraction, not to endanger our Scouts.