Rainbow Six - Behind the Mask

Chapter 4 - Dangerous Conditions

(A/N Hello! I've made a change to a mistake that someone pointed out in Chapter 3 and it was that Rook doesn't have the Shield and that Montagne did. I apologize as I always mix them up, both in game and while talking about it. I've fixed it so no need to worry mates. Now please enjoy!)

(Y/Ns POV, Location: CS - Lainefilter (Wave Splitter), Lower Decks)

I had managed to catch up with the others as we were making our way to the storage deck. Catching up to one of the slower members, I tapped on his shoulder to ask what was going on.

(Mask Member): "We're under attack by what may be Team Rainbow," He said, "They're a very high threat to us at the moment and must be eliminated."

'Team Rainbow, who the fuck comes up with these weird names?' I thought to myself, only to be cut off by a low deep boom with the ship slightly shifting and forcing me to the ground.

(Y/N): "What the hell was that?!" I bellowed. I slowly got up to my feet and continued running. Once I rounded the corner, I was met with a fiery inferno mixed with steam from the exposed pipes. A bomb had just went off down the hall, killing some members and leaving what appears to be some militaristic man with a ungodly large shield next to him. Surprisingly, as if he were a undead monster who had survived whatever had caused this mess, stood towering over the corpses, shield in hand. It truly had struck the fear of god into me.

(Montagne's POV, some time prior)

(Thatcher): "Bomber! Bomber!" He frantically yelled, as everyone unloaded their shells and rounds into the ever closing in terrorist, strapped with enough explosives to probably take out the ship.

He was only about maybe 20 meters away when everyone had ran out of ammo. I had to do what I needed to do. Putting my shield out infront of me, I activated my upper and side panels, kicking down my lower protection shield into my beautiful steel Le Roc.

I could see it in his eyes, tears filled every corner of them along with the rage that followed. He was probably just another poor sap thrown and brainwashed into this mess that the White Masks had influenced.

He was now about 10 meters away.

7 meters...

5 meters...

3 met- *Pop*

I jumped at first, thinking that one of the Masks had just flanked behind and started to shoot, but as I looked, the bomber had fell to his knees. Blood covered the thin plastic window that once had a view of his face. Fuze had managed to pull out his pmm, taking out the madman. Although the big threat was out of our way, rounding the corner were more Masks, they all opened fire, closing in. We backed up, trying to leave this tense situation with a mob of Masks growing closer.

This is were Pulse pointed out something that I thought was insane at first, but then was left as our only option. Letting my team get behind cover, I had let the Masks get close enough to the bomber. The only thing that they've failed to realize, is that his vest was still active. Bringing down my wall, as if it were Berlin's wall itself. I quickly took aim with my pistol. Taking a deep breath and focusing the sights, I pulled the trigger.

A great and powerful fireball engulfed the party of terrorist that surrounded it, killing them. This was fine if not for the blast knocking me over. Pain is all I could feel from the landing, my ears ringing due to being in such close proximity. Quickly gathering myself, I slowly attempted my way to my knees and hands. After gaining some posture, I slowly stood up, grabbing my shield along the way.

(Pulse): "Yeah, take that Masks!" Pulse exclaimed, viewing the mess of bodies and fire.

(Thatcher): "Jesus mate, you alright." He came up behind me.

(Montagne): "I'm fine, nothing can put down this giant." I said proudly.