It's the morning after the Spetsnaz party. Caveira's reading a book, when Nathan screams from the couch, waking up half of the operators (and most of the recruits). Caveira turns around, and sees Nathan chasing Twitch's shock drone while grabbing his butt. "Ha, gotcha! Ow!" (Nathan) Caveira sighs internally. She'll have to talk to Twitch about shocking random people. "Looks like Emma got the better of you." (Caveira) "You know Taina, I don't mind personally, but I'd prefer her to not shock me in the butt." (Nathan) "Wanna go grab some breakfast?" "Sure."
The two head off to the mess hall, where upon arriving, they found the FBI operators playing poker. The French were chatting with the SAS. Mozzie was trying to jump taller than Oryx. Nokk was trying to sneak up on an unsuspecting Warden. The Spetsnaz gang were munching syrniki (Ukrainian cheese pancakes) and sharing a joke. "Jesus, how can the Spetsnaz people drink so much vodka and be completely fine the next day?" (Nathan) "They're Russian, what did you expect?" (Caveira) They grab their breakfast and split up. Nathan goes to sit with the rest of Blackjack, while Caveira heads off to Twitch.
The Blackjack mercenaries don't know about it, but everyone in the mess hall's descreetly observing them. "They seem nice enough, but they act like kids sometimes." (Ash) "Eliza, they're only 18-20. I was dumber than them back then." (Mozzie) "You still haven't grown up much, given your height and attitude." (Ying) "Nathan looks like their natural leader." (Caveira) "Why don't you tell me about them Grace? You've got intel on them." (Castle)
"Okay. From what I observed, Nathan has this leader charisma, and he's quite likeable. Katrina acts like 2 i/c, which she is, but she seems to have a crush on Nathan. Cheng's the calculating introvert that doesn't say a word, because he can't speak. Jyn's the typical prankster and clown. T.J. is the stereotypical 'cool' guy. Bess is the impulsive girl, with an unnaturally heightened sixth sense. T.J.'s hard to evaluate. He's so nervous that he constantly keeps his true nature hidden, but he seems to trust the other mercs, so he loosens up if they're around."
The operators suddenly notice the Blackjack table quiet down, and Katrina turns beetroot red. Suddenly, she leans over and gives Nathan a quick peck on the cheek, and the Blackjack mercs cheer. Jyn hands some money over to Katrina, and she takes the money and promptly kicks him in you-know-where, earning a laugh from the operators.
"The following operators please report to my office: Akimbo, Redline, Quickdraw, Pierce, Nokk, Caveira, Zero, Zofia, Hibana, Sledge." (Six over PA) "(yawns) And here I was, looking forward to a day relaxing." (Bess) "Oi roight what's all dis about innit?" (Sledge) The Blackjack mercs get up and start off towards Six's office laughing, with Nathan muttering, "Brits and their weird accents..." The rest just sigh and follow them, with Sledge muttering, "Yanks..." "Hey, we're from Hong Kong!" (Hans)
It didn't take long for Harry to explain what happened. Apparently, hundreds of White Masks were holed up in a military base, taking "Ding" Chavez hostage. "So lemme get this clear. We're supposed to saunter straight into hundreds of White Masks, extract Ding-Dong or whatever he's called, and cause as much havoc as possible." (Jyn) "That's the idea, but you can always improvise if something goes wrong, right? Nathan, you'll be leading. Hibana's 2 i/c" (Six) "Yeah yeah, count on us. We'll get your man back safe and sound." (Nathan) "Thank you. And call him Mr. Chavez, not Ding-Dong. Now go gear up. Marius will be waiting for you in an hour." (Six) (fyi, Jager is a chopper pilot)
As usual, as they entered at the armoury, Bess started daydreaming about all the weapons in there, so Nathan clocked her upside the head. Without further ado, here are their weapons:
Nathan (Akimbo): dual Desert Eagles
Jyn (Redline): Remington M500 + Five-seveN
Bess (Quickdraw): Winchester 1894 + heirloom .50 cal revolver
Hans (Pierce): AKM + Beretta 93R
(Plus, you get to see their gadgets in action for the first time)
<mini time skip brought to you by Jyn trolling the unimpressed operators)
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Welcome to Marius Airlines. It is an honor to have you with us." (Jager) "Shut up Marius, it's not funny anymore." (Zofia) "Then buckle up." The chopper lifted up and flew towards the White Mask base. This was the most high-profile mission for the operators, but for the Blackjack mercs, this was just another day at work, doing what they do best: shooting and killing.
<time skip brought to you by Nathan napping>
The Chinook touched down on a grassy plain surrounded by trees, hiding the huge profile from view. "Jager, stay here and watch the Chinook. Let's go." (Hibana) Soon, they approached the White Mask base. "Dozens of patrol groups, heavy gunners, snipers, this is Area-51 grade protection..." (Akimbo) "No shit. So, how do we get in?" (Zofia) Pierce simply screwed on a flash hider onto his AKM and sprayed a full mag of explosive rounds into the sniper posts, taking down the snipers. The heavy gunners were next. Sure, a bulletproof vest can save you from a shot or two, but an explosive 7.62 round? Not a chance.
Pretty soon, the base was in chaos. White Masks were running around like headless chickens, building littered with craters, you know, the works. "Ight, let's go." (Akimbo) The strike team stormed the base through the main entrance, making short work of any resistance. Then, they entered a huge hall. Good news, they made it inside. Bad news, dozens of White masks were aiming at them. The team ducked behind cover as bullets whizzed past. "EVERYONE THROW FLASHBANGS!" (Akimbo) Everyone complied, and flashbangs were tossed out. As they exploded, disorienting the enemies, Nathan just sauntered out and started picking off White masks one by one. Imagine this scene but without the night vision glasses for reference. Start from 2:38.
It only took a while before Nathan picked off all of the White Masks. "Sassy as usual, eh?" (Jyn) Nathan simply grins before shooting a groaning White Mask in the head without even looking. The Rainbow operators gawp. "Let's go, Chavez ain't gonna rescue himself." (Nathan) The team moves further into the complex.
"From what I remember, there's a stairway, but the White Masks have a camera monitoring them. Any other way?" (Caveira) "We don't need another way. Activating scrambler," says Jyn, pressing a button on his tactical belt. Immediately, the cameras in a 10m radius stop blinking. "Go, the Redline can't stay on for long." (Jyn) Everyone hurried past, guns at the ready. Suddenly, they encountered a bunch of White Masks with ballistic shields. Hans had an idea, and he started hurling explosive 7.62 rounds downrange. After he used up all ammo in his mag, he switched to AP rounds and picked the White Masks off one by one.
"Easy peasy, lemon squeezy." (Hans) "Shut up, how old are you, 7?" (Jyn) The team soon encountered a reinforced door. "According to intel, Chavez is inside, but the door's too strong." (Hibana) Hans simply blows the lock apart. "You were saying?" (Hans) Nathan shoulder-barged the door in, and the strike team rushed in. Sure enough, Chavez was inside, tied to a chair. "Took Six long enough." (Chavez) "Shut up and we'll get you out. Hans, scout ahead." (Nathan) The strike team soon made their way out, with Hans firing an explosive round into any White Masks he saw.
Somehow, they made it to the entrance, and swiftly headed off to the chopper. "Six, we've got your man. We're taking him home." (Nathan) They boarded the chopper, but just as they were ready for takeoff, a bullet ripped into Caveira's shoulder, and she fell from the chopper. "Cav!" (Zofia) "We have to take off, I can see them coming!" (Jager) "We're not leaving her behind, Marius!" (Sledge)
"Marius, takeoff." (Nathan) "What?" (Jyn and Hans) "Just go." (Nathan) Just as Zofia is prepared to sucker punch Nathan, he jumps from the rising chopper, leaving everyone in shock.
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