In Damaged Lands (A Call Of Duty Modern Warfare II OC Book fanfic)

2. Las Almas

100 minutes later...

After the attack, all 7 operators are inside a new van, this time taking them to the harbour after Edward had spoken with Laswell recently about AQ saying they got supplies from the said harbour. 

Edward: "Lend your ears to me, gents. AQ's supplies are coming from the harbour, but we're all not sure what ship they're from, nor cargo. The new objective is to search each container and look for the weapons before finding which ship the guns are from. Are we clear?"

141: "Clear!"

Edward: "Good. Alright, eyes peeled once we move out."

He sits back in the back as a driver of Laswell's drives them to the harbour. Edward stares out the window in front, looking for the harbour. He soon gets a visual of it, seeing hundreds of containers, making it seem as if it's impossible.

Edward: "Bloody fricking hell..."

Everyone glances out the windshield, seeing the containers as the van enters the port and comes to a swift, smooth halt. Everyone begins exiting the van, glancing around the place, surprised by the large stacks of crates surrounding them.

Andrew: "Holy shit."

He looks around, surprised by the amounts of crates in the area, seeing that it's like finding a needle in a haystack. Perplexed and stressed, Edward sighs before taking a breath to cool himself down.

Edward: "Everyone split up, we'll look for the weapons quicker that way. And keep your earpieces on, we clear?"

Everyone: "Yep."

Edward: "Good luck. Move out."

They begin dispersing like swarms of birds and start searching for the crate full of weapons. Looking left and right, everyone keeps their eyes peeled with their guns tight in their grip, ready to fire if they spot a hostile that could be there. As they roam throughout the port, searching for the weapons inside the crates, they each open crates, looking inside, finding nothing but simple products like food, clothing or even toys.

On one side of the port, Edward presses a button on his earpiece, communicating with Andrew who's down by the waters searching the crates down there and keeping his eyes peeled for anything that could lead to the weapons crate.

Edward: "Anything?"

Andrew: "Negative. I'll check with the others."

He starts contacting Henry.

Andrew: "Did you find anything?"

Henry: "Nothing. Crates I've found are just filled with toys and food. It's like looking for where's Waldo."

Andrew: "Wally. It's Wally."

All hope starts seeming to be lost as the group searches throughout the port, looking crate to crate and stack to stack. Striker sighs as he looks inside a crate, finding nothing but juices. As for Nicholas, he leans against a blue crate, annoyed and slightly stressed. Lukas and Hesh are together, still looking and they come across an empty container.

Meanwhile, Edward's still searching where he is, near the waters like Andrew but at a different spot. As he prepares to move down, he begins hearing voices speaking in a different language.

???: "¿Dónde están esos tipos adicionales de Al-Qatala? Pensé que habías dicho que estarían aquí."
(Where are those extra Al-Qatala guys? I thought you said they'd be here.)

??? 2: "Lo harán, están a 20 minutos. Los de antes están muertos. Unos imbéciles les dispararon en la pista de carreras. Una vez que lleguen los nuevos tipos de AQ, dales las armas y comienza a transportar las drogas con todos los demás. ¿Claro?"
(They will, they're 20 minutes away. The ones from earlier are dead. Some assholes shot 'em up at the race track. Once the new AQ guys come, give the weapons to them and begin transporting the drugs with everyone else, we clear?)