Plan B

Plan B -P78-

I came to with a ringing headache and a sore shoulder. Not to mention that dreaded morning taste, ugh, I needed to brush my teeth or something. Around me, the bunk hall was pretty much full of half awake soldier women trying to clear their heads of all the cobwebs.
When I got up, I felt all the blood rush from my head and I felt a new dizziness pelt me. I was quick with getting ready, just a near five minute shower, get this god aweful taste from my mouth, get dressed, and make sure my hair wasn't too bad. THen I was off to see what was needed of me. Which honestly wasn't much.
When within the first few hours of the day, the General had called me, and a bunch of others to the breifing room. Inside he stared at us with these grey blank eyes.
"Now I've called you here because there is a traidor within the mists of the Rangers."
"How are we envolved then?" Ghost questioned with a sideways glance.
"I don't know who, that's the problem," The General sighed. "But I know someone has been giving away top secret information to the terrorists. I trust you guys, but the Rangers, I don't knwo who exactly is leaking the intel. For all I know, it could be my very Sergeant incharge of them. What I need you to do is find them, make sure they get in custity for the betrayal, also try and find who he's been giving the information to."
"I guess we can't kill him," Price asked straightly.
"No, we need him alive for interrogation." The General shook his head. "Please don't fail me."
"Where are we headed for this one?" Soap questioned.
"City of Manchester, New Hampshire." He sighed. "The invasion didn't effect much of New England, some towns, maybe alittle, but most are fine. They were evacted there."
"Great," I sighed. "We get to go to Britian's wannabe little brother country."
Ghost snickered quietly at my remark, but the General ignored it, "I have arrangments for you when you get there. Now you will leave tomorrow, dismissed."

So what should I bring with me to America? Why not ask Heatstroke, although the fact we grew up together, she was still originally an American, and spend some of her collage years there. I know that she gets letters from her Aunt there. She must have a clue.
"Hey Heatstroke?" I asked from my bunk.
"Yeah?" She looked up from the backpack she was filling.
"What do you remember about America? You know, from the last time you were there," I asked.
She thought for a moment with a folded shirt in her hands. "Well, I remember how beautiful the White Mountains were. And how hard it is to navigate through Boston."
"Yeah but do you remember Manchester?" I made it more specific.
"Yeah a little bit." She sighed and put the shirt in her bag. "I remember that the west side was all Frenchy and stuff, a whole neighborhood had two gates in, each with that Quebec symbol."
"Fler Du Leaf?" I said.
"Hu-huh that. There was a lot of apartments there, and I swear, they build way to many Pharmacies, roaderies, and Dunken Doughnuts. It's like you can't go twenty feet without finding one of those."
I chuckled at the thought, "Wait, Dunken Doughnuts?"
"It's a big industry in America, basically a fast food doughnut restrant." Heatstroke explained. "But I know two other towns aren't far away."
I nodded and went back to packing. "But what was it like there?"
"I do remember the sound of children playing outside, young children probably no older than six. More of the teenagers in the area where playing basketball, hanging around with their friends, or just sitting in their houses for the most part."
"I see."
"And damn, traffic, I hate to tell you how annoying it is there." She chuckled.
"I can imagine." I told her as I put in anoter pair of cargos in.

In the armory we were able to pick two weapons, a main one and a sidearm. So I went with an ACR and a USP. We were given flashbangs, but no gernades. This was not something we'd be using explosives for.
At dinner we all sat at the usualy table, I stirred my soup around absentmindedly.
"Something on you're mind?" I looked up to see Soap who had just taken a seat.
I shrugged and sighed, "Nothing really."
"Oh, so are you excited?"
"I don't know," I continued to mix around the noddles. "Maybe a little, but I just think it's a little stupid."
"What's so stupid about it?'
"The fact WE have to go and find a spy in the Rangers, can't they handle themselves?" I showed very little enthesiasuim.
"It'll be fine," He told me.
Price and Nikolai joined us. I was a bit releifed that Termite wouldn't sit with us consitering the fact that he was a teased me and Soap about kissing a bit earlier.
"Hey Nikolai," I looked to Nikolai and asked softly, "How's Fador doing?"
He shrugged and looked down at his food, "He could be better. I know that he'll be getting out of the imfermery tomorrow."
"So his knife wound is pretty much healed." I guessed, although it was an obvious duh.
"Yeah, just his paranoia," He poked at the macaroni for a moment. "He keeps thinking that is_" He voice trailed off.
"That what is what?" I asked.
"He thinks that the fact that my family died is because... of you," He words smaller on the last two words.
"Me?" I questioned and Nikolai nodded. "Why is it my fault?"
"He said you were a traidor, that you gave way our location." He shook his head. "Rediculous, right?"
"Yeah, very." I sighed. The very sheer face that he thought I was a traidor stung me. How could he ever think that, the Task Force was like my family. I would never betray them.
"Oh, uh, Scarab?" Nikolai then came in again.
I looked up at him, "Yup?"
"Do you think you could watch out for Irina while I check in Fador?" He asked. "She trusts you. And I don't want her getting into trouble while I'll in the imfermery."
"Sure thing," I answered. "I don't mind at all."
"Thanks." He grinned.

When Nikolai came by to drop Irina off, I tassled her short hair. "Alright, Nikolai, have fun with Fador."
"I'll try and talk some sense into him," He told me and was gone.
I looked down to Irina, she stared up at me with her big green eyes. I smiled suttley and got down to her level, "So what do you want to do?"
She smiled and squeezed my neck in a hug. I kept thinking about back at Nikolai's house, when we first met how she was so clung to me. She still was, but Fador's attempted suicide had made her edgey.
I picked her up in one quick swoop with this good idea of what to do. And I specificly remembered it from when my dad was alive. We went outside and to the pathes. There tested to see how slick they were, surprisingly it was very. The scope was perfect.
I went up to the top and got her on my lap then slid down. I can tell you that she loved it, and that would be an understatement.
So why did I not want to do this Lefty, Termite, and Bikini? Well it reminded me of when me and my dad used to. But going between Termite's legs was a thing I didn't need to do. So I resisted. But this was different, I was in my dad's place, Irina being the happy smiling girl I was as a three year old.
After a bit of doing that Irina pulled my hat off and ran off, leaving me to get up and chase after her.

(Irina)
I run on my small legs as the woman chased me, she was somewhat laughing as she came after me. But I was laughing like a maniac! I waved her beanie in the air as I ran, looking back at her. Then I bumped into someone's leg.
I fell to the floor and looked up seeing the Soap. He furied his eyebrows and picked me, "Shouldn't, Scarab be watching you?"
That woman caught up and was still chuckling, "Oh thanks, Soap. She made like a bandit with my beanie."
Soap laughed at the idea and I waved the beanie in the air like a flag. The woman, 'Scarab', took it and pulled it back on her head. Soap finally handed me to Scarab and chuckled, "Well just watch out before she runs off with something else of yours."
She rolled her eyes at him and smuggly grinned. "I'll keep it in mind. You wanna help me out?"
"Alright I guess." Soap strugged.

We sat in the girls bunk hall, Soap had fallen asleep while Scarab and I were playing the questions game. But a mistivious glint in her eye told me that she had planned for this. She whispered to me, "Alright, Irina. We're gonna play the question's game with Soap. We're see what he says. Don't wake him up though."
I was about to ask why but she picked me up and got me on the bed. Soap had fallen asleep leaning against the headpost of the bunk bed, his arms limply crossed on his stomach. I could see this would be funny.
"Alright, you got any questions? Can you write in English?" Scarab asked me as she pulled out a notepad and pencil. I nodded and she handed them to me.
"Yes I can! I'm not liliterate!" Soap said in his sleep. I held back my laughter and looked to Scarab, seeing how this would be a fun game to play with the sleeping Captain.
I scribbled down my quetion and Scarab read it outloud, "Have you always had that mohawk?" She glanced at me strangly, but didn't poke at it.
"NO!" He shouted in his sleep. "I got it a little bit after I joined the S.A.S. team! But Gaz thought it was retarded!"
Scarab thought for a moment and she asked, "Have you ever been embarrassed by a secret that others found out?"
"Yeah! When we were trying to get to the bottom of why Scarab had these flashbacks and thought they were happening, Gonzalo knocked her out and used a mind probe. After poking through they found the point where we were having sex!"
Scarab dropped her eyes and glared at him, "You used a mind probe." She shook it off. "So did you enjoy it?"
"Yeah of course I did!" He stated loudly.
The question was killing me, and I finally found the words, "What's sex?"
Scarab smiled lightly and tussled my hair, "You'll learn when you're older."
"But mom! I've already been in Sex Ed! I'm freaking 29!" Soap shouted at us, thinking we were his mom. I couldn't help but giggle.
"What's you name? You real name?" I asked kind of curious, because I doughted Soap was a real name.
"John Gregory MacTavish!" He answered. But Scarab furied her eyebrows. And silently asked why I asked that. I shrugged and she shook her head with a grin before waking the Captain up. As he jolted to his senses he snorted. When he was awake he imidiantly asked, "What'd I miss?"
"Oh nothing," Scarab grinned. Then Uncle Nikolai came in. Scarab turned to see him and asked, "So how was it?"
"Oh it was alright," Uncle Nikolai answered. "Come on, Irina. It's time from bed."
I nodded and went with him gown the hall to my bedroom. He kissed my forehead like my dad would and told me goodnight, then left me to sleep.

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A/N: Sweet, we've got a mission! TO THE TASKMOBILE!!! *batman themesong playing in the background*

Well now we have another moment where Irina is just so damn adorable!