Just a Black Ops fanfic

Numbers

Interrogator: We have the dossier that the defector gave you at MACV. We've ID'd all of Dragovich's men. Kravchenko, Steiner, Clarke. You know them. Masterminds of Project Nova

Mason: Reznov called it Nova 6. Dragovich...

Interrogator: What do you know about Doctor Clarke? We know that Clarke was the chemical engineer who formulated Nova 6. Malignant narcissist. Degenerate prodigy. Your handler Jason Hudson was sent to Kowloon to interrogate Clarke. Do you remember?!

Mason: Why keep asking? You already know everything!

Interrogator: No, Mason. We don't know what the numbers mean. We don't know where they're broadcast from!

Mason: Why don't you ask Hudson? Kowloon was his mission. He interrogated Clarke

(Kowloon City, Hong Kong. 1968)

Clarke: Don't you morons get it? If you think your government-sponsored brutality intimidates me, you clearly don't know anything about Dragovich. I have nothing to gain by talking to you

(Hudson smashes a window and picks up a shard of glass)

Hudson: Think about what you have to lose

(Hudson breaks the shard in two and sticks the shard in Clarke's mouth and punches him until his lips bleed)

Weaver: We can do this all day. We got plenty of windows

Hudson: Or you can give us what we want, and we guarantee your safety

(Clarke spits out the remaining shards of glass in his mouth along with some blood)

Clarke: I'm already a dead man... I've been hunted across every corner of the globe... And if you found me, so will they... They know everything you know...They're probably on their way now

Hudson: Why?

Clarke: Dragovich doesn't like loose ends... I've never even dealt with him directly, only Steiner - The German

Hudson: What was the nature of your business?

Clarke: I was hired to help stabilize certain "volatile compounds"

(Weaver looks at Hudson, stunned, but also notices movement outside their location, grabbing his SPAS-12 to prepare for contact)

Hudson: What kind of compounds?!

Clarke: Nova 6. A biochemical weapon.

(Clarke is interrupted by several gunshots ripping through the other window panes and gets himself out of his chair while Weaver and Hudson protect him)

Clarke: You led them right to me!

Weaver: Get your head DOWN!

(While Hudson and Weaver fight off the incoming Spetsnaz soldiers, a small supply of Nova 6 is released and the Spetsnaz are killed)

Clarke: Gunfire's ruptured the canisters!

Weaver: What's your escape route?!

Clarke: There's a hatch in the ceiling! This way! Hurry!

(Hudson, Weaver, and Clarke all climb the escape ladder)

Clarke: Did you inhale the gas?!!

Hudson: I don't think so

Clarke: You're lucky. Direct exposure is always fatal

Weaver: Spetsnaz inbound! Which way?