Wraith
I yell for them to stop hurting my team, but they just laugh at my frantic pleas.
"You sonsabitches I'll make you fucking pay! I'll make you ALL FUCKING PAY!" I yell at the black masked people torturing my team.
"O tak, co do cholery zamierzasz zrobić?" One of the people in a black mask asks in Polish drawing a stiletto knife.
"I'm gonna rip your goddamn eyes out of your skull then pour hydroclor-" I yell then get stabbed in my bare thigh and I yell in pain.
"Co to było?" Another person asks wetting the electrocution sponge once again for another round.
"Fuck you!" I spit in the persons face who stabbed me in the leg. In response I feel a knife slice through my abdominal skin just deep enough to leave a nasty scar. Screams feels the air as Frost and Caveira are electrocuted again.
3 HOURS EARLIER
I wake up with a splitting headache and pain radiating throughout my body. Groaning I get up on one knee and survey the damage that the grenade did, the hostiles are dead and most of the building is wrecked. I reach up to my mask and take it off taking in a heaving breath of contaminated air, but its better than the stale filtered air that I was breathing just moments before.
Grunting I get up, find my weapon pick it up and check the ammo cache in the mag. Fifteen rounds left in the mag plus three more mags with thirty five rounds in each, that should be enough to get me through. I see a red dot appear on my chest, then two, then three, then five.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa friendly! Friendly!" I hastily say before I get turned into swiss cheese.
"What's your ID number?" A deep voice asks approaching slowly.
"What? My name is Wraith I'm part of Rai-" I start to say then I see their uniforms, all black with red X's on the left shoulder pads, and white teeth with elongated canines on each of their badges and I immediately recognized who they were. Red Back Wolves, the most feared mercenary group in the world.
"I'm with JTF2, name's Eclipse, I presume that your the merc group we hired to handle this mess," I say attempting some humility, but this guy wasn't having it.
"Your ID number JTF2?" He demands, making me instinctively step back.
"My number is 37851692," I respond taking a mental note of which one is the leader. The leader takes out a phone and types something in and waits a moment, the thing beeps once then the soldier nods and puts it away.
"Well Eclipse, it looks like it's your lucky day. Name's Cement," the guy approaches me outstretching a hand reluctantly taking it I shake it. "That's Dozer, over there is Raw Head, the silent one is Kail, and the last one is Plague," he says pointing to each one in turn and each of them except Plague nods my way. "Don't worry about Plague she's just really quiet, but she's the best interrogator that we have. So what the fuck happened here? Looks like half a ton of C-4 went off," he says.
"We're fighting an enemy that is always two steps ahead, anyway when I got here there were hostages rigged to explosives so whenever someone walked through the door to the room the they were in the whole room would blow, and you can figure out the rest," I explain extremely aware that the team in front of me could and would dispatch me with ease of they wanted. A round of dings capture the groups attention and all of them pull out phones except for Dozer and Plague who simply held their fingers up to their ears.
"So someone went through the door?" Cement asks putting away his phone and starts walking over the debris to check out the scene.
"Yes and the room exploded killing the hostages," I reply then I hear the rest of the teams weapons raising turning around I see that the rest of the Wolves have their guns on me with their phones away.
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Rainbow Six: Operation Black Skies
FanfictionDo I have what it takes? Will they laugh at me if I try? Rainbow sends a team into hotzone in Canada where the city of Quebec has gone silent. Is it more than just terrorism? Does this newfound threat hold the key to end war?