Hotel Six: A Call of Duty Fanfiction

Chapter 41: The Only Easy Day... Was Yesterday

MacTavish looked at the tablet on the table and then at the compass beside it. West. He cocked a brow and looked up at the General. "Seems we're headin' the wrong direction, sir. Shouldn't we be comin' back to the fight?" he asked.

Shepherd smiled, tapping a location on the tablet map. "Plenty of fight to go around, MacTavish." He looked around at the rest of the team gathering around, and noticed a firm expression on Jessica's face. "Glad you all made it out of South America," he said a little louder. "Now you're going to meet up with 6th Fleet leading the counter strike." He opened a file and turned to tablet to MacTavish. "Got in touch with an informant within Rojas' militia, and he mentioned a certain Prisoner 627. We believe that's who Makarov has the mad-on for, but we can't get to him."

"Just tell Lone Wolf where you think he is, she'll get to him; might even find Makarov while she's at it," he teased, elbowing Jess in the side. She shot a stern expression at him and he chuckled.

The General made a still sound like he was trying to laugh, but it came out almost robotic. "We have a better solution..."

MacTavish tilted his head at a graphic on the screen. "Oil rigs, sir?"

"The Russians are using them as SAM sites," said Shepherd. "Oil workers are human shields, so we can't blow up the rigs wholesale. I know I'm sending you into the meatgrinder on this one..."

"They're defendin' it, so that means we want it," replied the Captain, giving an affirmative nod to each of his teammates. "Especially if it'll get us to 627."

It was the most bizarre thing, leaving the submarine to launch out into the Bearing Sea. Jessica felt small looking up at the massive ice flows over her head. She saw a a member of Team Two give a signal to ascend and slowly, they rose toward the surface, the haunting, dark silhouette of the oil rig fading into view. 

Jess quietly tread the water under the feet of an Ultranaitonalist sentry. She kept low, waiting for the moment Team One was in position. Ghost broke the surface across from her under the feet of the opposing soldier and gave her a sign. She shot out of the water, grasping the man by the hips and dragging him under. In the icy water, he screamed for air and she put a speedy end to it with the slice of her knife. "Ach," she thought. "Wish they wouldn't bleat like that; makes me almost feel bad."

Sasha snickered. "That's rich coming from you who has no problem breaking knee caps or severing heads."

Jessica pushed the body toward the bottom, inky ribbons of green blood floating up with her as she swam away for the surface again. She dolphin-kicked onto the rig, her muscular arms straining to pull her all the way onto the deck. Ghost hoisted her up and gave her back a slap. "Get going, mate," he said.

"I'm going," she rumbled back with a playful smile. 

Silently, the teams stalked up to the second level of the rig. They fanned out at the top of the stairs, gliding through the shadows around a sentry having a smoke over the water. Jess shifted and slunk closer to him. "The rest of you move to breach the door; I've got this guy," she said into the com. She raised up on her back legs, sinking her teeth into the back of his neck. Gal pressed her weight forward and dropped him over the railing, but in a moment of panic lost her balance and was soon dangling dangerously over the edge, about to hit the water after her victim.

A hand grasped her by the scruff and pulled her back to the deck. "Damn you," growled Ghost. "Can't you go a mission without dying?"

"Shut your trap," she whispered back. "I've gone tons of missions without dying."

MacTavish signaled them to stack up, shooting an exasperated glare at the two of them. "Get ready to breach, and remember: watch for oil workers." He nodded to Roach, and a charge was placed on the door.