Playing With Fire (R6xOC)

Chapter 7

"Attention, all operators to the briefing room immediately." The PA system rang out. A horrible feeling in my gut told me that something was awry.

"What the hell? This hasn't happened before."

"What's going on?" The murmurs of confusion did nothing to calm my nerves.

Something happened to Tina.

"And it's all your fault." He was back. He hadn't been able to talk to me while I was awake in a long time.

"Shut up!" I whispered to myself as I ran with the throng of operators moving towards the briefing room. Arriving there, I was the only one who was previously geared up, since I had been testing a new addition to my suit with Elena, a blast of heat that stuns nearby opponents.

"Thank you for all arriving on such short notice. Now, there's no easy way to say this, but our last strike team was captured. Castle, Doc, Frost, Mozzie, and Mute have been taken hostage." Harry announced, before he was cut off by an uproar.

"What?!" Alexsandr bellowed, in a somewhat furious tone. The Russian was always highly protective of his teammates.

"Settle down!" Harry shouted, as the room fell silent in the wake of his outburst. "Thank you. Now, we received a video from the White Masks. Grace, if you wouldn't mind playing the video?"

The projector flickered to life as a shittily recorded video of a dark room was shown.

"Hello Team Rainbow. Today marks the changing of the tides. Up until now, you have been able to run all over our operations, but now.. now, we have proper leverage." The lights were flicked on, as the room was illuminated.

It was a large industrial building, with five chairs in the middle, each of them with a bound and gagged operator. Tina.

There she sat, held down by ropes and muffled with duct tape. The man recording continued to speak, but I had lost all sense of my surroundings. I was focused on the battered and beaten Tina.

"..and now, in case there was any doubt in your thick skulls that I don't mean business, here's a preview of what will happen to them if you don't comply with my commands. Oh, and if you want them, come get 'em."

As he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers and a feral dog slowly walked in, before it began to bite into Miles' leg. His muted screams echoed throughout the large room, before the camera panned up to reveal a name and address as the video ended.

More cries of outrage sounded, as I turned and walked out. I slid my Incinerator further on my back before I continued down the seemingly infinite halls.

"Goddamnit, why her?" I asked myself, as I ran through all the bad scenarios of what could be happening to her as I walked.

"Because of you." He cackled into my ears, as I balled my hands up into fists and punched the wall, cracking it.

"Shut up!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, only to be subject to more demonic laughing. I eventually made it to the airfield. I found a pilot, who was running a routine check of a smaller helicopter. I walked up to her, as she gave me a wary glance.

"Hey, is this chopper fueled?" I asked, as I stopped next to her.

"Yeah." She said, hesitantly. I grabbed the pistol off of her side holster, before raising it at her. She immediately got her hands in the air, taken aback by my actions.

"Then take me to Oregon." I demanded, as she got in the helicopter. I got in the back, my gun still trained on her.

"Listen, I'll take you there, just put the gun down." She bargained, as I slightly lowered it.