A New Fight: A Rainbow Six Siege Fanfiction

Act II, Ch. 7 ~ Adui, au ndugu yangu? Pt. 1

Translation: "A brother, or my enemy?"

A/N: Long chapter here, but I think y'all will enjoy it. TO THE OGs AND LOYAL READERS, give the introduction, A/N, updates, etc a look at the beginning of the story. I keep you posted on things there.

Also, Wtf. This chapter took months I know, and here we go with Operation void edge. The siege family keeps growing, and it's getting impossible to give a cameo for each of them. I'm sorry for those who haven't seen much of your favorite operators. Lol

This chapter is broken into 2 parts.

[2IC POV]

There were those cracked walls again, riddled with metallic craters that barely reflected the sunlight above, and paint that was dry and peeling all across its faded white canvas.

A destroyed roof, caved inwards with the center of it, fallen into a mound of concrete and metal at the center of the small home.

Sitting against the wall, his hands were small, but rough. In one, the grip of an AK.

Then the whistles above grew to ear piercing howls.

The door was cracked open, it's hinges barely hanging to its frame as they were rusted to a filthy brown.

Bloodcurdling cries, hollering, and fighting could all be heard outside.

(No! Not this Again!)

He buried his face into his hands, shaking his head vigorously until the ground littered with debris faded into a dark ceiling.

~

2IC jolted upwards, sitting up straight on his bed.

The covers slid off his bare chest; and he raised a hand to his sore eyes.

He glanced to the clock, as painful as it was. He could barely see the digital blue numbers until his eyes adjusted even to that.

5:37AM.

He groaned.

Vision still blurred, sleep was beckoning to him. His body and mind was begging to return as well; even though there existed chance of those frustrating dreams returning to haunt and pester him for the rest of the night.

Being back at HQ, he felt much more comfortable in his own room. It beat resting in that damn hospital bed.

Still his shoulder was recovering from its wound, and he had to have his bandages replaced before going back to bed.

His mind began to slowly recollect the opposition they faced less than a week ago.

Fighting them was a rush. A rush that was nostalgic, but also disheartening. 2IC years ago would never imagine fighting his own seriously.

The weapons, attire...He felt so wrong for thinking, but he couldn't help but feel impressed and prideful by their growth, how far they've gotten. From a small rebellion to a possible army.

'No...no..'

He raised his hands to his head.

He needed to move, get up.