Just a Black Ops fanfic

Executive Order

Interrogator: Executive Order, Operation Flashpoint... Rip out the heart of their Space Program. Eradicate their long range missile project. Take out the Ascension Group. Nazis, scientists, cooperated with the Russians after the war

Mason: Yes... He needed their knowledge. What they'd learned...!

(An image of JFK is shown)

Interrogator: Operation 40 had planted a double agent working with the Ascension Group

(An image of Weaver is shown)

Mason: Grigori Weaver. His mission was to sabotage the rocket

Interrogator: But something went wrong, Mason

Mason: I can't get these fucking numbers out of my head!

(Baikonur, U.S.S.R., 1963)

(Player, Mason, and Woods appear in a boneyard near the Soviet Cosmodrome. A Mi-8 passes above them)

Player: It's good to have you back, Mason

(Player and Mason fist bump)

Woods: No response from Weaver... We gotta move

(The trio emerges from cover and moves through what appears to be a scrapyard)

Woods: Stay sharp. Let's go, pick it up. Whiskey come back

Bowman: Go, X-Ray

Woods: Soyuz One launch is imminent. We're on our way, over

Bowman: Roger

Woods: We're running out of time. Let's go

(They reach a cliff with a view of the whole facility. A lot of activity can be seen. Mi-8s are flying, convoys are moving, etc)

Woods: No, no, no, somethin's wrong. There is way too much activity. Yankee one three-report

(Weaver doesn't respond)

Woods: Yankee-one-three-report!

(Weaver still doesn't respond)

Woods: Weaver's gone dark... Here, see what's out there

(Woods hands a pair of binoculars to Mason, and he looks through)

Mason: They're at final countdown. There's Soyuz Two, scheduled to launch 10 minutes after Soyuz One. Up ahead, the comm's building

Woods: Mason, we got activity on the road. Check it out

(Mason zooms in with his binoculars. He finds Weaver strapped to a chair, and Kravchenko attempting to contact the team)

Mason: Damn, it's Weaver... He's burnt

Player: Shit

Kravchenko: Your colleague is unwilling to explain his presence on this facility

Woods: Who the fuck is this?

Kravchenko: Surrender now... And you will be allowed to live

Mason: It's Kravchenko, Dragovich's second in command

Kravchenko: This is your only warning

Woods: Nothin' we can do Mason...Weaver's done

Mason: I know

Player: We might not be completely screwed just yet

(Getting no reply from them, Kravchenko grins maliciously at what he plans to do to Weaver next)

Kravchenko: Your choice