With a threat growing in the shadows, Lieutenant Drew "Daisy" Farrell is sought out for TF141, an elite squad of soldiers trained to deal with the world's most serious threats. The transition onto the team goes smoothly, except for the animosity bet...
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So no flex, but I just finished writing my thesis tonight.... AHHHH
There are still final edits and committee evaluation, but I no longer need to think. How fucking great is that?
Enjoy this chapter my dudes!
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"Daisy has identified possible targets for the terrorists' attack," Price stated, standing in front of a projection of a map. "The locations of the weapon storage facility make it seem like they will attack military bases."
"It doesn't seem like the smart move, but it's the only lead I've been able to identify," Drew spoke up.
Price continued, "And it's a risk we need to take seriously. I believe there is more to this than we think, but we can't not act."
Drew nodded in agreement.
"Daisy, I've pulled Paul into interrogation room three. I don't think he'll be intimidated by waiting, so once the meeting is over, I want you in there and pushing for answers."
"Will do."
"Ghost, I need you contacting bases, give them the necessary information but don't stir a panic. We need them on alert and watching for any possible activity in their areas. They already know that we have scouts around them, but getting their troops involved in the search is the best path forward."
"Rog."
"Soap, you can give Daisy support in the interrogation room."
"Copy that, sir."
"We need all eyes looking for connections. We'll regroup after the interrogation and look further into each base. Maybe the targets have personal ties, or there are soldiers at each that are individual targets. Whatever it is, we need to figure it out before they get a chance to attack."
With an air of gravity above them, they stood. Simon caught her eye, jaw tight as he nodded before slipped out the door. Her and Soap followed but turned in the opposite direction, making their way toward the interrogation rooms two floors up.
