Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 - The Lost Chapters

Chapter 15: Off the Record. Off the Grid.

Following the events of "Endgame":

"Why do I have a feeling we're about to be thrown into a shit-storm?" Ramirez asked Corporal Dunn as they walked into the meeting room.

The pair had been ordered to meet in an isolated building a few miles outside of Washington.

Foley had given them no further information and the building was all but abandoned. When they arrived, a secretary had ushered them into a large room with a long table in the middle.

"Let me get this straight," Dunn said with a chuckle. "In the past week alone, we've been shot at by tanks, planes, and helicopters. Then, the helicopters almost fell on us after a total blackout. After that, we ran through a monsoon. And to top it all off, the White House was almost leveled to the ground by our own military with us still inside."

"Your point being?" Ramirez pressed.

"You call the possible results of a simple meeting a 'shit-storm'?" Dunn finished.

"Well," said a man who sat in the corner of the room. "That's assuming that this meeting is even in the books."

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Derek stood and walked forward, extending his hand. "Derek Westbrook, United States Navy SEAL. And you are?"

"Private James Ramirez, Army Ranger," one of the soldiers said, shaking Derek's hand. He motioned to the second soldier. "This is Corporal Dunn."

"Nice to meet you," Derek said shaking hands with the second soldier.

"What makes you think this isn't an official meeting?" Ramirez asked.

There was a loud chuckle as two more men entered the room. One was an African American man. He took a seat at the table.

The Caucasian man who had chuckled walked in a second later and removed his sunglasses. "I'm Grinch, U.S. Army."

"Truck," the man sitting at the table muttered. "Same."

"Pleasure," Ramirez said with a polite nod.

"So, what do you two think?" Derek asked.

"Come on," Grinch said a laugh, sitting down in a chair and placing his feet on the table. "We're attending a meeting that involves a whole bunch of soldiers from different squads and ranks that's being held in a location that's not even on the map."

"What do you think this is about?" Dunn asked.

"Whatever this is," Truck said. "It's big enough that Grinch and I were pulled off the front lines in Washington."

Derek opened his mouth to reply when three official looking men walked through the doors. Derek recognized Sergeant Foley of the U.S. Rangers and MacMillan; the Director of Special Forces. The third man was middle aged and Caucasian. His face was wrinkled and cleanshaven. He had dark hair and was wearing a grey suit and tie.

The soldiers in the room rose and stood at attention.

"At ease," Foley said.

"Sergeant Foley," Ramirez said with a respectful nod. "I didn't think I'd see you again before I was transferred."

"Technically, nobody is here," the man in the suit said cryptically.

"Are you military?" Truck asked the man in the suit.

"In the future you will know me as designation Overlord," the man replied.

"Are we a squad now?" Dunn asked, motioning to his fellow soldiers.