An R6 story 2.0

Chapter 1

Umar was a simple person really. He came from a humble background. Raised in a council estate in Milton Keynes for 8 years before moving to his mother's village of origin in Pakistan. He was never rich or could even make ends meet for that matter. His father was part of the SAS and was discharged for attacking his commanding officer. He had a bad past with his mischief, trying desperately to help pay for the treatment of his mother's rare terminal illness. This led to his arrest at the age of 16. He was involved in many severe incidents, such as, Attempted murder, Grievous Body Harm, theft, grand theft auto, and even murder. He was jailed for 6 months where he made many friends. His original sentence was life without parole however, he was given a deal with the government to join the newly formed Dolphin Force. He quickly became known for his swiftness and his murderous intent. He rose up the ranks quickly and secured himself a position as a Lieutenant Colonel. He became known as "Caliph" or "Leader". He made a deal with the SSG to move his mother and his younger brother to the US to live a better life. His job didn't pay enough so he ended up running his own illegal cage fighting business, distribution of drugs, payed assassinations, bribery and the likes. His father died while he was in jail and his older brother went missing around the same time. He wasn't the most mentally well person but he wasn't insane. He was in Brazil with his team, doing some security checks.
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The four soldiers, including Umar, walked down a narrow, unlit path. It was pitch black and they all had torches. They only had pistols on them and a few knives amongst them. They continued to walk when they were suddenly surrounded by BOPE fighters. They immediately put their hands up. A woman with white face paint started to shout at them in Portuguese. "I'm sorry I don't quite understand what you're saying." Umar responded.
"She is saying that you are under arrest." A dark man with an eyepatch calmly stated. "Under what charges?"
"It doesn't matter." The woman cruelly smiled. Umar started to talk to his teammates in Urdu. "Ok, fine we'll go with you". One of their teammates came forward to arrest Caliph. He got within three feet of him, when Caliph pulled out his pistol and fired three shots into his chest. The four started to run into a house and they were followed by BOPE agents. They sprinted, trying to knock over objects to create obsticles for the agents. They continued to run until Caliph turned around and threw a flashbang. This blinded them and they were quickly disarmed. Only 7 BOPE members remained. No one had a weapons so it turned into a brawl. Caliph took the brunt of it with 4 agents against him. He managed to keep two out of range but he was quickly put into a rear naked choke from behind. He knew this person was feminine. He elbowed behind him which led to her go. He turned around and Sambo hip tossed her. He got up and was met by a swift uppercut. He blocked the next jab coming to him and countered with a cross which knocked out the attacker cold. Once the other SSG agents were done with the agents they were fighting, they came over to help Caliph. It was Caliph Vs the Facepaint woman. She swung for him which was blocked and was followed by a kick, which was also blocked. He then push kicked her which sent her on her back. He went to finish the job, when he was met by a slash to the face. It sliced from the far part of his left eye down to his cheek. He moved back while clutching his face. One of his teammates started to fight her. He saw a dark skinned lad who was part of them but wasn't fighting. He ran after him and immediately started a combination of punches and kicks which he couldn't block the majority of. He was pinned to a wall and was immediately met by hooks after hooks in his face which led to him bleeding severely. He was sitting against the wall by the end of it. He was spurting blood. "Any last words mate?" He spat.
"Yeah, suck it" he coughed.
"Poor choice of words pal". He spat again before crushing his head between his boot and the wall, ending his life. The SSG fled and ran away. The eye patch man called out for his nephew. He continued until he found his dead corpse. He ran over and put him into his arms. Caveira let a single tear flow while she stared at his lifeless body. He wailed while shouting "I will get my revenge, you bastard!!!"
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A year and a half later:
Caliph was in charge of leading the warm up with his team that day and was letting them off the hook today. He went through some basic and easy training techniques. Eventually everyone was doing their own thing and he sat back to open up a book. He read for a good half hour before shutting it. His commanding officer sat next to him. He had a gruff voice with a slight rasp to it. He had fair skin, medium length dark brown hair, and blue eyes. "It's such a nice day today." He said in his mother tongue. "Indeed," Caliph responded. "We have an inspection today in 2 hours," his commander replied to that.
"Government?"
"No... Team Rainbow".
"Who are they?" Caliph inquired.
"The best anti-terrorist unit... Allegedly."
They both laughed at the statement.
"Apparently they are looking to "broaden their views" and recruit someone from here"
Caliph sighed. He took out a cigarette and lit it. He put it in his mouth.
"I'll be honest, I didn't think they had it in them to recruit from a "developing country" but oh well." He said while taking a draw. "Yeah, it seems like they have a tendency to look down on us"
"Hmmm" Caliph agreed.
A couple of hours went by and a dark skinned woman stepped out of a helicopter. Following her was a British man wearing the typical SAS getup. She was also accompanied by a woman wearing white skull face paint. They were greeted by Caliph's commanding officer. He greeted them and his head immediately panned to Caveira. He managed to keep his emotions covered. He was in shock but he had to remain calm. He realised Umar wouldn't react the same way. They got a full tour of the base as well as a view of the training regime. They got to the living quarters and he showed everyone their living conditions. They went out to spectate the training. Everyone involved was wearing ski masks. There was one man in the middle. It was melee training. Three people approached. They all attacked but to no avail. They were all floored and were in no hurry to get up. A further five came. One held him in place while the others attacked. He escaped and dealt with them. He took his shirt off to reveal a very defined body and three claw marks on his back. Two soldiers came and were annihilated as soon as they got within striking distance. The three gave a round of applause. He went over to them. He recognised the lady but bit his tongue. "Well, well. You look like you can handle yourself." Six laughed. Caliph stood there without even blinking.
She coughed and said "well I believe you could be a great addition to our unit."
He paused.
"I'm fine thanks."
He was about to walk away.
"Why so?" She asked.
"Because I don't see a reason to."
"What's so good about what you have here?" Caveira asked.
He narrowed his eyes at her.
"Well, let me see, I have good friends here, my mother and brother are living their best lives because of what I achieved here, I am respected here and people recognise my achievements, I'm valued here. There? Who knows?" He trailed off.
"You would be valued there, and you'd make friends."
Thatcher stated.
"How can I make friends if I already have enemies?" He pulled off his ski mask to reveal his identity. Caveira was shocked to say the least. She stared at him with pure conviction. He stared back. He turned away.
"Look, we will give you something better. We will give you command of your own team AND we will give your family a better home in a better neighborhood, deal?"
Six practically begged.
He thought about it for a second.
"Deal." They shook hands.
"You cannot be serious!" Caveira hissed.
"I am" Six blankly replied.
Caliph was given a week to prepare before he set off for England. He had all the stuff he required and he set off. He was put on a flight to England. He believed it to be a long, tiresome journey. Never the less, he knew it was for the better. He entered Hereford Base. He was slightly disappointed to see what it looked like. He yearned for home and wished he could bathe in the sunlight of his home. He entered the base. He was instantly met with intense gazes. "Oooh shit" he whispered to himself. He continued walking for some bit until he was met by Caveira. She was blocking his way. "Excuse me please" he politely asked. She didn't move. He stared and blinked for a bit. "Desculpe-me, por favor" he asked in Portuguese. She slowly moved while still keeping her eyes fixated on him. He continued to walk until he got to a grand oak door. He knocked on it. "Come in!" He heard someone shout from within. He twisted the grand brass knob and opened the door. He walked in to see Six sitting in her grand, black leather seat. She looked up from her paperwork and motioned for him to sit. He put his duffel bag on the ground beside the chair and sat down. He had a very laid back approach to this. He layed back in his seat while she flicked through the myriad of papers until she came across a fairly large file. She picked it up and opened the first page. "Well... Umar-" She started before being interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in!" She said for the second time. Caveira strutted in. Caliph sunk into his chair. "Oh for the love of God, does she ever stop following me!?" He thought to himself. She took a seat besides him. "Ah, just in time to read the file" she smiled to herself cruelly. Caliph sunk further into his seat. "Well, let's see here..." She trailed off. "Oooh 350+ confirmed kills... The Fifth Tiger of the East... Pretty neat nickname."
Caliph twiddled his thumbs.
"Now that is a vast record of crime... 24 counts of armed robbery, 13 counts of GBH, 4 counts of attempted murder and 3 counts of 1st degree murder... Wow. Your 24 correct?"
He nodded.
"How on God's Green Earth did you do all this before then?"
"Started early" he sniffed.
Six burst out in laughter.
"That is a great response."
She stopped laughing after a while and continued.
"4 medals of courage, 2 Cresents of Courage and 1 Order of the Lion... Served in Pakistan, Turkey, Bosnia, Liberia, Saudi Arabia and Qatar... Pretty good combat training, Muay Thai, Kickboxing, Taekwondo, Sambo, BJJ... Sword training?"
Caliph just shrugged his shoulders.
"Your hiring a hitman?" Caveira scoffed.
Caliph narrowed his eyes at her.
"Now Tainá, let's not forget your beginnings"
Caliph looked back and shrunk his face into his hoodie.
"Mother and younger brother live in the State's, older brother in Maximum Security Prison, Father is deceased... Oh, your father served in the SAS... Farhan Khan... 4 Victoria crosses before being dishonerably discharged after nearly killing his commanding officer... You went to jail for 6 months before getting yourself a deal... Made quite a few "friends" I hear."
Caveira tapped the desk a few times before asking "Are your whole family criminals?"
Caliph was shocked at the question. That shock quickly turnt to anger. "Excuse me?" He asked.
"You heard me!" She taunted.
"What the hell!?" He shouted. "I didn't join to get insulted! I joined 'cause I was promised better, and it ain't looking like it!" He hissed. They both stood up and went head to head. "Sit down! Both of you!" Six boomed. They both slowly sat down. "Tainá, that was out of order, apologise."
"I'll apologise when he apologises for murdering Vincent's nephew!" She screached. The room fell silent. "I won't let myself be disrespected by the likes of you" he lowly growled. He got up, grabbed his bags and left. Six ran after him as he angrily power walked down the hallway. "Wait!"
Caliph stopped and slowly turned around. "Look, I apologize for Tainá's actions. Can we please go back to my office and speak."
He stayed silent for a seconds.
"Fine, but one more of these little shenanigans and I walk" he warned. They went back to the office to see that Tainá was no longer in the room and continued to speak. "Multiple mental health issues... Anxiety, borderline personality disorder, depression, intermittent explosive disorder, sociopathic behaviour, schizophrenia and paranoia..."
Umar's eyes darted from place to place in the room trying not to make eye contact.
"You fought a Tiger with no weapons?"
He nodded while shrinking into his seat.
"Smoking addiction?"
"Guilty as charged" he said with a smile.
"A history with assault on teammates?"
"Only the ones who owed me money"
"Right..." She stretched out.
"Well, I think you will be a great addition to the team. I'm glad to have you on board."
He nodded.
"Let me give you a tour of the base."
They walked around and she showed him the training facilities, gym, canteen, common room, and finally accomodation. They got to a room where Six knocked on the door. A Brazilian woman opened the door. "Are you taking the piss?" He growled "I have to share a room with her of all people?"
"Seriously, of all people you put me with a murderer!" Caveira screamed.
"Well I'm afraid this is the last room available. And she's the only one without a roommate". Six said matter-of-factly.
"Lord have mercy upon my poor soul" he silently pleaded.
Caveira shot daggers at him as she let him into the room. What was presented to him was a bunk bed, a dining table, an ensuite bathroom, a patio door leading to a balcony, curtains, and a wardrobe.
"This could be my hardest mission yet" he joked to himself. Caveira jumped to the top bunk so Caliph took the bottom. He opened his bag and took a change of clothes. He went into the bathroom and took a shower. He emerged 10 minutes later wearing three-quarter jogging bottoms and no shirt. He didn't realise that Caveira was in the room. He went to get his bag and drew a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. He went out to the balcony and lit it. He inhaled the smoke and blew it out. He continued to do so while contemplating his life. After it was finished, he went back to his bag. He opened it and had his hand on a short tanto. He felt a cold chill on the side of his neck. He stayed as still as possible. "Real funny Tainá" he scoffed.
"It won't be so funny when your bleeding out on the floor." She hissed.
"And how would your poor mother feel about that? Hmm?" He mocked.
"You know nothing about me!" She hissed again.
"Is that so? I heard you have a little brother? Well so happens to be a buddy of mine is also in Bolivia where he is. Would be such a shame if something was to happen to him." He laughed.
He felt the blade dig into his skin a little.
"Woah, woah, woah, chill out. I was joking. I wouldn't."
The blade remained in the same position.
He moved his neck of the blade, grabbed the arm with the blade in it, drew his tanto and poised it at her neck. She dropped her knife.
"Oh how have the tables turned." He scoffed. He whispered into her ear "You wouldn't be half bad if you didn't have your little agenda against me." This made shivers creep up her neck. He let go and got back to his bag. He sheathed his tanto and continued rummaging through his bag. He grabbed a hair tie and tied his hair. This revealed an ear stud in his left ear. His long, curly, jet black hair usually bothered him, however, he learnt to deal with it. Caveira took this opportunity to look at his body. She noticed the huge scar on his back as well as his muscular body. He wasn't very huge but he certainly had a body many would envy. He took out a navy blue t-shirt and put it on. "ALL CALL TAGS PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE COMMON ROOM" a voice blared over the Comms. Caliph huffed and made his way there. Six was patiently waiting and it seemed he was one of the last to arrive. He took a seat and listened attentively. "Well it seems that teamwork has started to become an issue around here so we will deal with that issue... Everyone will answer the same question with full honesty. The first question is what is your names?"
They all answered the question.
"Second, what is your call tag?"
Again they answered.
"Final question, what are your long term goals?"
This made some think hard. What is it that they actually wanted? Some gave speeches of climbing up the ranks of Team Rainbow. Some people like Maestro answered "For Glory!"
Others just wanted a nice retirement fund. Caveira had said she wanted to protect her family. It was Caliph's turn. He said the first thing that could come to his mind. "Well... Mine's a bit... Well a bit anticlimactic. Nevertheless, I would like to get married, have two children, live in a nice neighborhood, help my brother get out of prison and errrrm... Yeah." He finished. Everyone just kind of stared at him. "Well that seems like concludes our little team building exercise. Your dismissed."