R6S // SEE NO EVIL [VOL.2]

➤OP-02 // The Hen House

06 APRIL 2021 0120
KENTA IMAGAWA | RAINBOW SIX
HEREFORD, ENGLAND

The cold English rain battered down on the Hereford base, fog rolling in with the spotlights switching on. I had planned this night out carefully. I dressed in dark blues and blacks to hide against the shadows as I snuck out of my room in the barracks. A small portable radio stuffed underneath my jacket and an earpiece plugged in as I quietly marched to the archival building. Flashlight, a few fox calls, and a smoke grenade all tucked into my duffle bag. Hopefully, the intel I need will be in there.

I moved with the fog, following just behind the spotlights manned by the recruits of Sam's little project. The cold rink soaked into my hoodie, hugging me like a cold mistress for the sin I was to commit. "Black-Angle Actual, do you read me? Channel is secure." I whispered just enough for my earpiece to pick up.

["I read you loud and clear, White-Fox,"] He answered a Southern American drawl to his voice, sounding almost gleeful at what was happening. ["Send traffic."]

"Village Idiots is a go. I'm almost at the archive building, I can't stay long. Nighthaven leaves in a hour." Leaning around a corner before continuing forward, someone of my status shouldn't be on this side of the base. Though if I am caught, I hadn't made myself known around here to be recognizable anyway. "Anything I should be looking for, Blueprints, plans, data?"

["I want to know what makes them tick. Files on each and every one of them."] He stated, spitting each word out with venom. ["And if you find anything else that might be beneficial to us, then feel free to send it my way."]

I nodded and reassured him that the job would be done. I finally reached the archival building, a one-floor brick building with metal wiring covering the windows. Two guards at the front door, armed with an SMG and a shotgun. Reaching into my back pocket I pulled out one of my fox calls and set the audio before tossing it not too far from them. "HEY...YOU TWO...OVER HERE...NOW!" It replicated Thatcher's voice just well enough to bring them over.

"Like moth to a flame," I muttered as took my chance, running and pushing open the door. The building was old and decrepit, the door slamming shut behind me with an audible whine. The walls were torn down and left only the support beams to keep the building structurally sound. To much my surprise and horror, the entire building was used as the archival instead of smaller rooms, large old magnetic tape drive machines hot-wired to modern computers, and server towers like Frankenstein's monster. "White-Fox to Black-Angel, come in. I'm in the building, and it's a fucking mess."

["What you're looking for should be a part of the more modern stuff, download it to your phone and then send me it."] He instructed. I don't know how much time I have nor if anyone actually checked inside this building so I would need to act fast. Pushing aside the seat at the first computer and began digging through the files.

For such an organization worried about improving their soldiers with the best technology of the future, their archival system is prehistoric. I guess when you transition from 70s-era tech to the modern century, some things don't transfer over well. The computer screeched and croaked as it booted up, spitting gibberish code at me before translating it into English.

"There you are..." I sighed as I navigated the prehistoric systems. Operator Files, they were all here, every single Rainbow Operative that has existed from the beginning. Plugging my phone through a cable I copied all the data in here to it. They say curiosity killed the cat, but I couldn't help myself from pulling back the curtains.

Past operations, classified intel, and government secrets are all at my fingertips. "The Chimera protocol..." I muttered, clicking enter on the keyboard spilled an entire coverup operation in New Mexico. Headed by Eliza Cohen of the FBI, alongside the efforts to clean up and relocate the remaining specimen to labs in isolated regions of the world. This. This was something else.

Copying the data to my phone was significantly faster than the operator data. He was going to get a field day out of this. "White Fox to Black Angel, I have the files, sending them your way soon...Expect some extra goodies in there too." When the hens leave the coop, who comes after the eggs? 

The Fox.