(Death PoV)
I was working on modifying my armour, since I know I can make it better and more flexible. That's when Six stormed into the Workshop.
"Hello Director, what can I do for you?" I asked, she seemed frustrated. "The fucking UN and NATO have requested your transfer. Now that you are back in work." She said, I just laughed. "Did Alexandr ever tell you why we stopped working with NATO?" I asked, "No, that's a secret all of you have kept under shadows." She responded.
"Typical NATO, they want everyone to help with World peace when some of it's members are in there to dismantle the world." I said with a little chuckle. She looked confused. I quickly sent a message to Alex and Sarah telling them to get here. "I will tell you once the other two arrive, because it is the exact same reason they won't work for NATO."
Alex and Sarah walked in after about 3 minutes. "So what is the meaning of this Comrade.?" Alex asked, "It's time to tell Six about our NATO exercises. She knows about the army thing. But not all the details." I said.
(Flash Back)
"Hey Death, you think you can take out a few more than me this time?" Frankie asked, "Joker you know me, I'm always getting more kills, but anyway we are here to stop a terrorist bombing threat. White Masks again. They are starting to grow and it worries me." I said, looking down at the battlefield.
"Come now comrades, we live through this vodka shots on me." Tachanka said slapping mine and Frankie's back hard. We chuckled as he picked up his LMG and got ready, Sarah then handed us a small black box. "NATO say's that these will disarm the Bombs easily, however they are explosive themselves. So I really don't trust them."
"Why would they give us an Explosive to counter and Explosive?" James asked, "No clue Hill. But your on-lookout duty. Stay in this chopper and help us get in and help friendly forces take out the Terrorists." I ordered.
We looked out onto the battlefield, the once peaceful city of Paris has pretty much become a warzone between GIGN and White Mask forces. We jumped out when it was close to the ground the Chopper flew back up so Hill can cover the field. We ran into a French Medic working on saving his team mates, I ordered Frankie to stay behind to help. Since he was our Medic.
I moved towards the command tent, where I saw a couple of GIGN high officials standing there. "Soir. nous sommes les forces de L'OTAN envoyées pour aider. (Evening. we are the NATO forces sent to help.)" I said, the Offical looked at me. "Nous avons demandé une armée, pas un seul putain d'équipe. (We asked for an army, not a single fucking team.)" the official said, I could sense his anger.
"Madame, Nous sommes une armée de six. Quel est le plan? (Madam, we are an army of six. What's the plan?)" I asked, she sighed. We worked on a plan off attack, Andrew being the translator for the others. After we had a plan we moved to get in the armoured vehicle. We used it to move around the battlefield to start a pincer attack.
The problem with this was it wasn't that the GIGN forces were outnumbered, it was that if they got to close they would have set off the explosives, which was connected to the Eiffel tower and the Palais de Chaillot.
We planned for the GIGN to move onto the Eiffel tower whilst my group move into the museum. Under the cover of Darkness my team moved into the Building silently. Taking out White Masks. There were three Bomb threat in the museum, so we split into 3 teams of two. We all entered together but split up to go to our specific bomb location, I was with James.
We moved into the bombs view, which also attracted the attention of the White masks in there. We took them out and James started the diffusing process, taking the panel off and snipping wires. But whilst this was happening, The white masks started a none-stop onslaught.
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When Death Comes Knocking
ActionYou are an Ex-SAS and Nato operative. whilst working at NATO you were in command of a squad named 'Misfits'. Due to the people in the team. You had the British Sniper and leader (You), the Korean Medic (Second in command), French Rifleman (Mad Man)...