Voltron Global Military Intelligence and Counter-Terrorism Unit

Search for White Tiger

28/04/2018

Colombia

Another fist landed on his face as Halliday's vision flashed to what was left of the room's light. Tasting metal in his mouth, Halliday held his tongue. Torture wasn't new to him and he had his fair share of being tied to a chair before some paranoid terrorists during his service. The pain was part of the package and so is a swollen eye and the loss of two of his fingers from yesterday.

Halliday looked up at the man giving him a thrashing, a muscular and tatted-up lieutenant sporting a mustache and a nasty look in his eye. There wasn't much he could do, considering he was tied to a chair. The lieutenant reached for the tools on the table, settling on a blowtorch. His blood-covered hands lit up the blowtorch, a light yet scorching flame coming out of the barrel.

"You know how this works." the lieutenant snarled. "You'll be having another bad day if you keep up this game of yours."

"I already told you, ya muppet." Halliday growled, spitting blood at the lieutenant's feet. "I ain't telling you a bloody thing."

"Enough."

The voice was enough to catch the lieutenant's attention. A bloody miracle, to Halliday's surprise. A figure stood by the door in the shadows. Halliday couldn't make him out through the light. As the figure approached the lieutenant, he became much clearer. The light-skinned man looked like he came out of a fundraiser for an election, sporting a three-piece suit without a blazer, sleeves neatly rolled up and a tight bun.

"Enough?" The lieutenant curled his lips. "Why? This pinche cabrón killed my men and he won't spill as much as a breath!"

The man ignored the lieutenant, brushing past him as he approached Halliday.

"Like I told your mate here. I ain't tellin' you shit." Halliday hissed.

The well-dressed man smirked. "There's no need for that, Lieutenant Damon Halliday." The British accent caught his attention. "I'm well aware of who you are. Former SAS and now, a Voltron operative that handles off-the-books operations for NATO."

Halliday went quiet. He couldn't find the words. This man knew more than he had anticipated and if anything, he may know about his team as well. The man then turned around and glared at the lieutenant.

"You really thought it was wise to bring him here?" He asked.

The lieutenant scoffed. "Relax. We left without a trace."

The man then turned back to Halliday with skepticism glowing in his eyes.

"I doubt that."

29/04/2018

0750 Hours

Colombia

Upon landing in the forest, Shiro and Lance scan the area as they slowly move through the jungle.

"Zero, this is Blue Lion, how far am I from Red's position, over?" Lance asked on the radio.

"Blue Lion, you should be right on top of him, over." Allura answered from the comms.

"Found him." Shiro said from behind.

Lance turned towards Shiro who was looking up. Lance followed his eye direction. Above them, Keith was hanging on a tree with his parachute stuck among the branches. Lance began to chuckle.

"That is rich." Lance said in between his laughs. "Yo, Keith! How's it hanging?"

"Ha, ha. Fuck you." Keith flipped Lance the bird, which only made him laugh further in response.