Vengeance. A Rainbow Six Siege Story

Chapter 4

A/N: This is an exciting chapter! I was very motivated, so I may have gone over the top with the plot. Anyways, Author out. *wingsuit away*

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Third person POV

"So, I've been able to secure a contact within the rebellion. He works with the CIA, so he was glad to meet us about the White Masks in Medici. The meeting place is in the town of Ponere in Insula Dracon. I will approach in civilian clothes, King, you're on overwatch. Ela, stay across the street, watching the talk go down. Dokkaebi, hack the areas cams and watch for enemy movement. Understood?" Boss looked around the table. Dokkaebi went and sat at a bunch of large computers and King picked up his signature Honey Badger rifle.

"Hey, Boss. You need to watch it out there. Let me take some risks alright. You're not getting younger." King looked at Boss with a worried look, as he always did.

"I'll stop when I'm dead. Go get ready." King walked off, rolling his eyes at Boss's dismissal of his age.

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Y/N POV

The small cafe I sat at in Ponere served shitty vodka. But it was better than nothing. I glanced across the street at Ela, who was wearing black yoga pants and a blue t-shirt.

"Boss, you have a guy approaching behind you. The large cowboy hat screams American." I heard Grace's voice in my ear.

"Mind if I sit here, hombre?" The American sat down in front of me, speaking with a heavy Texan accent.

"Are you working for the betterment of the world?" This was the first thing I was supposed to say to him, confirming it was me.

"Yes I am. So, I take it you're Boss." The Texan smiled as a coffee was set down in front of him, giving a small wave to the waitress.

"Correct. Sheldon?"

"You are correct. Now, I'm not only going behind my best friends back for this, but the Agency sure as hell doesn't wanna work with your group." Sheldon put his legs up on the table and waved to a man in a blue t-shirt and khakis, wearing a baseball cap and a headset on his head.

"What about the info? And the possible alliance?"

"Haven't you Russkies heard of a little something called patience? I was just trying to start some conversation here. Well, my former commie friend, if you help the rebels, they will help you. Give you support, maybe some info. That sound good to you?" Sheldon was definitely old school, calling me a former commie. He's not entirely wrong.

"That sounds good. Where can I meet these rebels?"

"Well, there should be a military convoy coming through here pretty soon with a high profile tank. My friend Rico should be here to take the tank. Help him, maybe escort him some. He'll be glad to have you."

"Hmm, okay. I will help this Rico."

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"All right, everybody in position?" I said through my commlink. I got a chorus of affirmations and I turned on the jeep. The plan was simple, when this Rico showed up, me and King would follow in rebel colored jeeps, while Ela will wait at the meeting point where Rico delivers the tank. I had my laptop opened and I looked up Rico Rodriguez. The famous Dictator Removal Specialist. Liberated San Espiritu and Panau. Very impressive. I'll have to tell Six about him.

"The convoy is approaching. Rico is also approaching in a wingsuit." Grace's voice was heard by us, and I revved my jeep. The convoy turned the corner so it was in full view. I counted five vehicles and the tank. Out of nowhere, Rico grappled onto the tank and hijacked it using a stick that resembled dynamite. The tank was now the target, so I signaled for King to follow me and I drove up next to the tank.

"Rico Rodriguez, this is Y/N Lucianov. I am here to escort your tank to the drop off point." I knew he had a commlink, so I spoke into mine.

"Looch? I never expected you to be the combat type," Rico said as he blasted away three enemy jeeps.

"I am not Looch, but I am an ally." I was a little confused, since he had just called me Looch ... unless.

"Well, I accept the help amico."

A jeep pulled up next to me, so drew my Judge and fired into the window, taking out the driver. The jeep flipped over, almost taking out King.

"Watch it Boss! You could've killed me!"

"Sorry."

I rammed two more jeeps off of the road, but a machine gun truck decided to show up. I shifted the gears and tried to go faster, but it was steadily gaining. What I was about to do was highly stupid, but it had worked once before. I down shifted, gently put the brake on, and pulled up to the left side of the truck. The gunner started to pepper the side of my jeep, almost taking my head off. Bullets hit around me as I opened the door, holding it with one hand. I turned the jeep slightly to my left, and jerked the wheel to my right just as I jumped and rolled out. I came to a stop and stood as the jeep and truck went up in flames.

"Boss, the tank has been delivered."

"Good, I'm about half a kilometer back. Come pick me up."

I turned my commlink off and put my hand to my side. It felt ... wet. I pulled my hand away and looked at it. It was slick with blood, and I looked at my side, blood was dripping and covered my stomach area.

The last thing I felt was pain.