Just a Black Ops fanfic

Crash Site

Interrogator: You confirmed that Dragovich's second in command, Kravchenko, was operating in Laos

Mason: Yeah. Reznov said they killed more people then I could count

Interrogator: Listen to me carefully, Mason. Reznov cannot be trusted. No matter what he tells you, no matter what he says-

Mason: But he gave us the dossier on Clarke! He led us to Nova 6!

Interrogator: Reznov's not who you think he is

Mason: No - he's my friend! He helped me escape! Betrayed, forgotten, abandoned, all brothers, huh?

Interrogator: Forget Reznov! Focus, Mason! We are out of fucking time! The world is on the fucking brink of war!

Mason: Whose war? Who the fuck are you, anyway? Agggh. I -- keep-hearing-fucking-numbers ---

Interrogator: It's a broadcast, Mason. The numbers are a broadcast. You've been brainwashed. You were in the Mekong, headed north to Kravchenko's compound. You were headed for Laos

Mason: Laos... Kravchenko... The fucking psycho was spraying nerve gas all over Vietnam. I had to kill him. Do you understand? I have to kill them all!

Interrogator: Laos! Mason! You were headed up the Mekong River into Laos. You received word from Jason Hudson. What did he tell you?

Mason: My handler, Hudson. The CIA downed a Soviet cargo plane carrying Nova 6. It... It went down in Laos. Our SOG team went in

Interrogator: What happened?

Mason: I... keep... hearing... the fucking... numbers...

Interrogator: It's a broadcast, Mason. The broadcast

(Laos/Vietnam Border. 1968)

Woods: We need to get to the Nova 6, before the Soviets clean it out.

Mason: All right, let's move

Woods: That's our ride, let's go!

(As Mason approaches the boat, he once more hallucinates the numbers station speaking to him)

(Player, Mason, Woods, Bowman and Reznov enter the boat. A Marine meets up with them)

Marine: S.O.G, right? Right?

Woods: They couldn't make it. Man the gun, don't get killed

Marine: Yes sir

Woods: Alright... M202's, Bowman, Player, starboard side, arm it up, Mason, you're driving. Let's see what they think of this

(Everyone get's to their positions, Reznov stands beside Mason to give support with his Commando, and Woods turns the knob on a radio)

Woods: Let's rock it

(The song "Sympathy For the Devil" by the Rolling Stones plays on the radio, and the boat moves out from the harbor)

Woods: Heads up, enemy camp, on the left. RPG's!

(Everyone opens fire and destroys the tower)

Player: Timber!

Woods: She's coming down!

(The boat moves forward)

Woods: Mortar fire! Mobile missile launchers up ahead, three of them

(Mason destroys the first missile launcher)