Rainbow Six: Broken Arrow

Prologue

It was dark in the UH60S Tactical Hawk's cabin, the only source of illumination being the red standby light that shrouded the Rainbow Specialists. The helo was of special make, with state-of-the-art radar systems and communications, M134 Miniguns on either side, and Tactical Mission Briefer, or TMB, that projected a 3D map of the Area of Operations and important mission information such as weather conditions or threat assessments. 

"Alright everybody," Mike 'Thatcher' Baker puffed on his cedar smelling cigar and switched on the TMB. "Earlier today, VX gas was stolen from a US Black Site in western Ukraine by Slavic mercenaries. A few hours ago a Polish MQ-9 drone operating in the area spotted the gas being prepped to move tonight. Six assigned us to retrieve the gas before we lose it again. Are we clear?" Mike looked up and examined his team. Glaz and Doc nodded in understanding, but the rookie seemed to be slightly overwhelmed from the info dump. 

"Uh, why were we sent, sir?" The former US Airman asked.

"Six said, need to know basis," Thatcher answered as the rookie nodded. 

In the back of the helicopter, the sound of steel clicking drew the operators' attention. It was a mysterious soldier hitting the slide release  on his 1911. He hadn't spoken a word since he boarded helo. He holstered his 1911 and the polymer holster clicked, securing the handgun. Behind his M50 gas mask, the shadowy figure looked right at Thatcher without speaking. 

"Oh, and that. He was never here." 

The masked figure glanced at everyone and then looked out the side window. Doc leaned over to Glaz, "Who do you think he's with?" 

"Well, Mike said the gas was stolen from a US black site, so I would bet he's a CIA Black Op. I met some SAD guys once. They were quiet, like him," Glaz answered while pulling the charging handle on his HK417. Glaz took note of the man's attire, which reinforced his statement. 

Wearing a black Multicam G3 combat shirt with rolled sleeves under his tan LBX Armitus II plate carrier and a pair of well-used blue jeans."If he's here, this mission is going to get complicated." 

"Hey!" Glaz shouted at the figure as he turned his head and stared at Glaz through the black visor of the gas mask. They couldn't make out any features at all under the mask, other than he was obviously a tanned white man. "You got a name we can call you?"

The man was quiet for a moment and then looked back out the window, "Archer," was all he said as Glaz noticed that patch on his body armor with the same name labeled in a stylistic manner, above a logo that said "CIA SOG" and underneath said, "Per tenebras lux".

*** 

The helicopter's Crew Chief climbed into the back and opened the side doors, revealing the forest canopy below. He gave a thumbs up and kicked the fastrope out of the side. The team slid down the rope one by one and secured the landing zone. "Archangel to Six, All Sabers away. Good hunting." The Crew Chief said through their radios as the helicopter left the AO. 

The team knelt in silence as they scanned the treeline, waiting for the sounds of the forest to return to normal.

"Alright team, we're dealing with chemical agents here. So I want masks on." Thatcher said as the team began putting on their gas masks.

"The facility is one klick south-east. Let's move." Archer said to Thatcher as he started walking through the woods.

***

After walking for about 30 minutes of walking the team came to an abandoned guardhouse that sat on the edge of a cliff and overlooked the facility. "Saber 1-1 to Six, we have eyes on the facility, over."