A New Fight: A Rainbow Six Siege Fanfiction

Act II, Ch.8 ~ Tension (Mini-Lemon)

'Move! Move!'

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The clock was ticking as 2IC was running CQC drills in the training center. Targets painted with white masks propped up every time he entered a room. He did his best to clear each, whipping around corners with his AK poised. In his mind, as sweat soaked into the bandanas he wore; he wanted to be faster. If there was one thing he could be sure of, it was it's harder to hit a moving target, especially a quick one.

"Half a minute 2IC." A male voice came through the speakers, and 2IC picked up his pace after shooting down a target.

He sprinted down a long hall, which ate up 5 seconds until he reached the end. It appeared to be a dead end, but an arrow pointing upward meant he had to climb up onto the 2nd floor.

It was a short jump, but before he could the voice boomed through the speakers once more.

"Room full of hostiles above, don't go in without clearing it first. Use your gadget."

2IC looked to the small monitor hanging in the corner of the hallway. It showed the room above, which was littered with painted targets and laser tripwires.

2IC pulled his E.M.I.L, and aiming it upwards, he pulled the trigger, a loud bang escaping as well as a high velocity explosive. It bounced off the ceiling and angled inwards into the center of room above. 2IC was quick to load another, the chamber bending to the side to slide another one of his E.M.P explosives inside.

By the time he loaded the second, the explosive fired beforehand exploded, destroying the furniture targets were dug behind and the laser tripwire above.

He fired his launcher again at the same trajectory, and pushed his E.M.I.L aside towards his back, well out of the way of his AK, which hung on his side. 2IC jumped up, and just as he gripped the ledge the explosive detonated. Once the sounds of debris hitting the walls ceased, he pulled himself up. If he had heard Thatcher's voice through the intercom, he would've failed; as he would have mentioned a target still standing, but there were none.

2IC saw a much shorter hallway ahead, and the painted words "bang and clear" were painted on the wall at the end. An arrow pointing left into a room aided in his goal.

Yanking a flash bang from his harness he pulled the pin and as he ran threw it with a grunt. It hit the wall with a thud, and bounced into the room. 2IC stopped before being in view of the room, and the loud, ear piercing bang echoed throughout the training scenario. 2IC pulled his AK forth, and aimed it forth as he cornered into the room.

Assuming the two targets inside were flashed, 2IC would have dispatched them with ease. He shot both, placed in a corner of the room.

"You got 10!" Thatcher said through the intercom. A long hallway, a strong 30 yard dash ahead and he would be done.

He called on the last of his reserves, and 2IC broke into a sprint.

'10..9..8..'

Although he was always for pushing oneself, this was the kind of run that made you wonder if you were even going fast enough, so you ran faster, until your legs felt like rubber. The run that could make you fall if you didn't keep it up.

'7..6..'

"Heads up!"

A large barrier unfolded from the ceiling from above, blocking the upper half of the hallway. 2IC was nearly clotheslined by it, but his reaction saved him, as he slid onto his back and under the trap. He was back onto his feet and running, but his legs were aching and Thatcher's voice counted down.