Assault (Red vs Blue)

34: Questioned Morality

34: Questioned Morality

Many Years Ago: Business District; Downtown Urban Environment (Exact location classified)

"Come in, Team A," North said over the comms, hoping to get his team leader's attention. "Do you copy?"

"We read you loud and clear, Team B," Carolina responded. Her answer came almost instantly. "What's it looking like out there?"

"You're looking clear, Team A. The window is open. Get ready to start your clock. We're going on my mark. Mark."

"Sync. And that's a roger on that, Team B. We're moving in."

"That's a copy on that, Carolina. Good luck, guys."

"Thanks. But we won't need it. Good luck to you guys, too."

North couldn't help but smile slightly despite the situation. Agent Carolina had to be one of — if not the most — confident soldiers he knew. She was the best all around fighter he'd ever seen; outside of Agent Texas, that was. From what little he'd seen of the newest freelancer in action, she had natural skill with any form of combat, too. It was something that he'd noticed very much got under Carolina's skin. And as someone who was extremely hot-headed already, the added irritation and competitiveness with Texas was making things difficult for both Carolina and the rest of the team. North was even finding himself getting more aggrevated than normal because of it.

Shoving the distracting thoughts away for the time being, North rose from his seat and hit the manual override button to open the Pelican's bay door. Turning his back to the opening, he grabbed hold of one of the handles and faced his team. "All right, Bravo Team. Let's get ready to move out. We have approximately three minutes until first alert. I wanna try to have our target in hand by two."

CT sheathed the combat knife she'd been examining and looked at him. "Do we have an actual plan? Or are we gonna do what we do with every other mission and just fly by the seat of our pants for the whole thing?"

"What? You don't think this is gonna be a cake walk? Or are you that afraid to just do your thing?" North asked her.

"That's code for he has no plan in place and we're winging it," Wyoming said, checking the scope of his sniper rifle and adjusting it slightly.

The brown clad freelancer just stared at him. "Is he right? Please, tell me he's not right."

North cleared his throat nervously as he looked at her. "Well. . . ."

"Oh, my fucking god," CT groaned. "Idiots. I'm on a team with a bunch of idiots! No wonder you, York, and Wash all get along so well. You're all complete morons! I expected better from you, North."

"Hey, I'm fully capable of putting more effort into figuring out a plan," North told her, his tone getting a bit defensive. "I just didn't have a lot of time to come up with one. Or a lot of info, for that matter."

"Not to break up the conversation, but shouldn't we be going now?" Wyoming asked. He rose from his seat secured his rifle to his back. "We're almost at the time mark for first alert."

North nodded, refocusing himself as he turned to face the opening. "Right. Let's get moving then. Get ready to jump; we're going on my mark."

CT got to her feet and moved to stand on the left of the purple clad freelancer. "I hate doing H.A.L.O. jumps. I always have."

"I can't say I disagree. And having to do one down onto a freeway crowded with moving vehicles makes it even less appealing," Wyoming added as he came to stand on North's right side.