A New Fight: A Rainbow Six Siege Fanfiction

Act II, Ch. 2 ~ It All Starts Here

"Preparation. It's all we can do when the time comes..."

~ Unknown

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2IC was lying idly on his bed. The concrete ceiling was clean of marks, just a vast canvas of grey.

It reminded him of the clouds when he walked out of the tower that day...

His metal door rumbled as a strong fist hammered it in quick succession. 2IC got up, and tied his lower bandana on. He was tempted to throw his shades on as well, but whoever it was, it wasn't like they were going to come in.

He approached the door, and cracked it open.

"Open up 2IC. We're going to talk about your outburst yesterday."

Of course it had to be Thatcher.

A low scoff emitted from the room, and Thatcher pushed the door open. 2IC was already walking to his bed, to which he sat down on the edge.

"Just what the hell do ya' think you're doing beatin' up Smoke like that huh?" Thatcher did not have his mask, so 2IC could see the question from his facial expression alone.

The young man only turned away, a scowl on his face.

"I understand Smoke can be a fookin' prick sometimes, but you were seconds away from having em' eating through a straw." He took a step closer to 2IC, pushing for an answer.

"..."

Thatcher continued his reprimanding. "Look mate, I just don't want this to escalate anymore than it already has. You won't put hands on him anymore, you understand me?" He took another step forward, to back up his order.

2IC sighed heavily, and brought his hands to his face to rub it in irritation.

He looked up to Thatcher.

"It will not happen again." He muttered unenthusiastically.

Thatcher just stared with a hard glare, as if he did not believe him. 2IC returned that stare.

The reason he did not say more to Thatcher, was because in a way he saw him as a mentor. After all, he was the only operator accepting of him when he first got here, especially on his first days. 2IC always respected the older and wiser, as their wisdom is something he values.

2IC knows that wisdom comes from experience, and 2IC had only the latter.

"Alright. I also came here to tell you that you'll be participating in a match soon." Thatcher started to walk towards the door.

"A match?" 2IC asked.

"Ye' , you haven't been in one yet. We had you on an operation, and that mission. That ate up 4 weeks. I'd say you're getting comfortable around here, seeing as your beating up your fellow operators, and groping others."

2IC shook his head, as if wading off any fluster.

'Why does he know that?...' His mind muttered.

"Get your gear, and whatever weapon you please. You're going to be facing the world's finest in a few." Thatcher swung the door open, and exited his room.

2IC stood up and did so.

He looked at his other bandana, which covered the top part of his face. Atop it, his aviators. He pulled his harness off of the rack it hung freely on, and began to collect his gear.

He grabbed his AK, worn alpine paint on it and all.

Soon he was out, fully geared up, he headed down the hall to which Thatcher disappeared to. As he entered a conjunction of the 3 hallways on the floor, and where the stairs were, Thatcher was waiting around the corner.