New to STRIKE

Ch30

You watch as Steve slowly steps up to the mic, his finger hovering hesitantly over the button that will send his voice through every speaker in HQ. Sneaking in had been a breeze, but now is the moment that will make or break the mission. He glances towards you, and you answer him with a reassuring nod.

Clearing his throat, he finally pushes the button. "Attention all Shield agents, this is Steve Rogers. You've heard a lot about me over the last few days, some of you were even ordered to hunt me down, but I think it's time to tell the truth. Shield is not what we thought it was; it's been taken over by Hydra. Alexander Pierce is their leader. The Strike and Insight crew are Hydra as well. I don't know how many more, but I know they're in the building. They could be standing right next to you. They almost have what they want: absolute control. They shot Nick Fury, and it won't end there. If you launch those helicarriers today, Hydra will be able to kill anyone that stands in their way, unless we stop them. I know I'm asking a lot, but the price of freedom is high, it always has been. And that's a price I'm willing to pay, and if I'm the only one, then so be it. But I'm willing to bet I'm not." He releases the button, and moves back from the mic.

As Steve turns to face the team, Sam speaks up. "Did you write that down first, or was that off the top of your head?"

Hill moves forward, taking a seat at the station and quickly overriding the controls to monitor the action from the live feeds. "They're initiating the launch."

You, Sam, and Steve dart through the door, racing out to the tarmac.

Sam glances around. "Hey Cap, how do we know the good guys from the bad guys?"

Steve pulls his shield from his back, readying it in his hand. "If they're shooting at you, they're bad."

Sam nods, activating his jetpack and taking off into the air as his metal wings unfold. You stay with Steve, as you promised, and follow him further onto the tarmac to find and stop the helicarriers.

As you run forward, you notice a few men approaching in the distance, but can't quite make them out. Getting closer now, you recognize the faint shape of guns in their hands, and suddenly feel a tight pressure around your waist as you're spun around. You hear bullets bouncing off metal, and look up to see Steve over you with his shield holding off the barrage of gunfire.

"When I say go, I'm going to throw the shield, and then I want you to run." He shifts his feet, steadying his stance as he looks at you again. "Just run, I'll handle them. Ready?"

You nod hesitantly, your heartbeat pounding against your chest as you watch his grip tighten on his shield.

"Go!"

He throws the shield, knocking over several of the gunmen, and surprising the others for a few seconds. As his shield comes back, you throw yourself forward, tackling one of the unsuspecting men and quickly stealing his weapon. You hear Steve yell after you in frustration, but ignore him as you put the gun to the man's head, quickly ending the struggle before moving on to the next. You drop to your knees, avoiding his shot, and send one of your own through his helmet. You furrow your brows and touch your earpiece. "They've got armor piercing rounds."

A breeze brushes past you, and you turn to see Steve's shield taking out a guy behind you. Turning back, you see him fighting three men at once, but he easily finishes them as soon as the shield returns to his grip. You smile to yourself and duck as you feel someone approaching, kicking your leg out to the side, you manage to knock him over in time to see several more men moving towards you.

A few short moments later, you and Steve meet in the middle, quickly dispatching the last of the group. "I told you to run."

You smile, and then move past him to rummage through the men's pockets for ammo, finding only one mag and an extra blade. "I promised to stick with you, remember?"