Just a Black Ops fanfic

Victor Charlie

Interrogator: Hudson's mission in Kowloon was accomplished. He had discovered Dragovich's end game. Nova 6. A nerve toxin so deadly that if exposed, you'd be dead before you hit the floor

Mason: Dragovich's weapon

Interrogator: Go back to Vietnam, Mason. Was Viktor Reznov still with you after you escaped from the MACV compound?

Mason: Ahh... Reznov was with me the whole time

Interrogator: Are you sure?

Mason: North. We went north. The Viet Cong. We were shot down. And Reznov even survived that. Dragovich's lapdog Kravchenko was there. He knew we were comin'

(Southern DMZ, South Vietnam. 1968)

US Pilot: This is Hotel-Nine-One! We are going down in Sector Bravo Tango-Seven Niner, mayday mayday!

(Player, Mason, and Woods are all in a helicopter with a few other marines, but it gets shot down)

Pilot: Davis, you still with me? Come on, Davis! Talk to me!

Player: Mason! Wake up!

(Mason slowly wakes up and regains his vision)

Mason: Frank, are you okay?

(Woods points Mason to the pilot. Two VC soldiers on a boat can be seen heading to the helicopter)

Pilot: Shit, my leg, I'm bleeding. I need some help here!

(Mason goes over to the cockpit to check on the pilots)

Mason: He's dead

Pilot: Shit, they're comin'!

(The other pilot is shot dead by VC soldiers as Player, Mason, and Woods all pull out their M1911 pistols)

Woods: Kill those bastards!

(The three open fire and kill the small party of VC soldiers outside the helicopter)

Woods: We gotta get outta here. This thing's about to...

(The helicopter suddenly sinks lower)

Woods: We're going under, Mason!

Player: We're taking water, and fast!

(Mason begins to swim and open the door. As he tries to budge it open, Reznov opens it from the other side. Numbers start to ring round in his head)

(21, 10, 16, 23, 4, 22, 21, 4, 0, 14, static)

(Mason leaps onto a sampan, uses a VC soldiers as a human shield and takes down the rest of the enemies with his AK-47. The last VC is killed with a headshot in slow motion)

Woods: Stay sharp, Mason. They're out there. This is Lima 9 X-Ray...

Reznov: Left flank, Mason! On the ridge!

Woods: Dead ahead!

Player: Take cover!

(Player, Mason, Woods, and Reznov all arm up and battle their way through a portion of the jungle killing the enemy VC soldiers they come across)

Reznov: Sergeant Woods is very capable. You have chosen your team well Mason. I will move to higher ground to look for Kravchenko's compound

Mason: Understood. Stay close, Viktor

Bowman: Lima Niner X-Ray, this is Whiskey. You out there?

Woods: Yeah, Whiskey, go

Bowman: Woods! Thought we lost you in that chopper! What's the new plan?