Lambs to the Slaughter

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Hereford Base; Briefing Room one

June 20th, 2021

Derek POV

You stood in front of the table infront of Harry as you tried to get access to getting back your trainees.

Derek: Several men were spotted in the visual feed. They don't look like much. Maybe a bullet or two can make them reconsider their actions.

Harry: Thats several that we saw. Who knows how many there are and who they are.

You slammed your fist onto the table while in the middle of the argument

Derek: I don't give a damn about not knowing the threat. I'm going out there and getting my trainees back.

Harry: With the situation of healing and also the ever growing feud between us and Nighthaven. I need you here at all times.

Derek: Oh no no no. You got them into that situation, now I'm going to get them out of it. Because if I have to spend another second listening to you bitch about NightHaven taking your Ops on field trips. I'm going to start losing my shit.

Harry: You need to calm down.

Derek: Calm down? You kept reassuring to me that my recruits were going to be "safe and fast" on this mission. Pretty shit lookout if you ask me.

Harry: I'm sure if you just sit down and we wait and plan, we'll get them back. You can't throw yourself in front of everything.

You took a second to take a deep breath and calm your head before looking back at Harry.

Derek: I understand that you want to take things slow and make sure things are efficient, but you need to understand that these are my recruits. They're young, scared. I can't just sit back and let every minute pass by while they're experiencing hell. They have a life they want to live, I can't just let them get traumatized. Since they're part of Rainbow in the recruit program, I need you to give me the clearance to this Operation.

Harry sat down in his chair and let out a stressful sigh.

Harry: Alright Lt., Operation Retrieve Omaha is a go. Get your men and be ready to leave as soon as possible.

Derek: Will do sir.

You turned around to leave but Harry told you to stop. You stood at the doorway and looked back at him.

Harry: If any Injuries pop up while on this mission, just know I told you so.

Derek: If it means they can come back safe and unscathed. I could give less of a damn about my own state.

You left the briefing room and headed to the cafeteria to get your squad. You walked over to the table and they all looked up at you.

Mickey: You get clearance?

Derek: Yea, I'm gonna need you and Franklin for this mission.

Demo: What about the rest of us?

Derek: I need you guys here in case anything else pops up. I'm putting you in charge if that happens.

Demo: Deal, that's all I needed to hear.

Patch: You *would* be the one to get aroused when you're given leadership.

Demo: Yea? First order of business is get on all four and lick my boot.

Derek: Hey, you're all independent while at base, but if a mission pops up Robert Is in charge. Copy?

Demo: Heard.

Derek: Alright, you two, lets go to R&D to see if my gear is fixed and then head out.

Mickey: We got a pilot?

Derek: TB is already waiting outside, she said take as long as we need since it's gonna be a bit of a ride.

Mickey: Alright, lets not waste too much time.

Derek: Yea. Mark, while we're out I need you to do some more research and try to pinpoint their location. Even just a general area can help. Landmarks, wildlife, anything will do.

NATO: Dont worry I got your back, I'll get to work once I finish my Salmon.

Bulldog: I still don't understand how you picked salmon over chicken.

NATO: Maybe because this salmon was freshly caught and not your packaged rotisserie chicken that you bought from a market.

Bulldog: Pfft, you just don't know class.

Demo: What class, poverty?

Bulldog: I know you did not just go there.

NATO: John it's quite simple really. Like look at that beautiful fish. It melts in your mouth like butter.

He cut a piece of the Salmon and stabbed it with his fork, lifting it up.

Bulldog: Spit on it.

He dropped the fork back onto the plate and looked at John

NATO: Bro...

You ignored the conversation and proceeded to walk out of the cafeteria and towards R&D.

Mickey: You know what, I think the three of us is all we need.

Derek: Depends, I need you on lookout and Franklin just incase the girls sustained injuries. No purpose in bringing the others if their roles aren't really needed.

Patch: You don't need Mark? Seemed like you did.

Derek: Marks role can still be in play back at base. However, I'd much rather have a simple Op that doesn't involve me running from a crumbling tower, or not being able to hear anything because of John's M248.

Patch: You know what, it would be nice.

You reached R&D and opened the doors. You saw Elena at a bench working on a series of pieces that looked to be a part of a suit.

Derek: Elena, how's it going?

She lifted up her mask and placed down her tools before saying "hello" back.

Mira: Here for your gear I'm guessing?

Derek: Yea, any chance it's fixed?

Mira: Luckily the shoulder pads held up and have minor grazes and scratches, you're not one to have shiny gear so I thought the look suited you, so I kept it was.

Derek: And my breast plate?

Mickey: Did you seriously just call your chest piece... a breast plate?

Derek: That is what it's called.

Mira: Your chest piece is restored and brand new. As for your helmet, I'm gonna have to reconstruct the entire thing since it's so badly damaged. Honestly don't even know how it stayed on your head, I lifted it up once and it just shattered into fragments like cheap plastic.

Derek: So everything else is good.

Mira: Yes, it's all in that crate over there if you want to put it on.

She pointed over to a section of the room that had a bin labeled 'Colts Stuff'

Derek: Thanks Ellie.

Mira: Dont mention it, least I could do for how much you help out.

You walked over to the bin and opened it up. You picked up your breast plate and put it on along with the rest of your gear. You moved your arms around to get the feeling of the gear again and walked back over.

Mira: How does it feel?

Derek: Like it's brand new. So what you working on?

Mira: This?

She looked down at the parts scattered around the table and looked back up.

Mira: This is some new Armor for Gilles.

Mickey: Christ What're you prepping him for, a nuclear fallout?

Mira: Not quite, it has increased resistance and is drastically better than his gear now. It's not entirely bulletproof, however you'd have to hit the same spot a great many times in order to actually penetrate.

Patch: Christ, I don't know what's scarier. Him running without gear on, or this.

Mira: I'd say both.

Derek: Well thank you for fixing up my gear.

Mira: You're welcome, you should be getting a replacement helmet soon. I just have alot on my plate at the moment.

Derek: Hey as long as the rest is fixed, I can wait on the helmet.

You left R&D and headed outside towards the Helipad where TB was waiting. You sat down on a seat and hollered into the cockpit.

Derek: Sorry for the long wait.

Thunderbird: Dont worry about it, so where're we heading.

Derek: Start making your way to New Mexico, I have Mark searching for any information to get their location.

Thunderbird: Sounds good!

The helicopter soon lifted off and you were heading to New Mexico to get your recruits back

Timeskip 3 hours

You sat in the helicopter in silence, waiting for Mark to get back to you about their location. Still nothing.

Thunderbird: Its a bit quiet back there for once!

Mickey: Yea, maybe because we're missing bitch 1 and bitch 2.

Thunderbird: Not wrong! They do like to complain don't they.

Patch: Speaking from the 4 years of experience that we had with those two? It's nice having the peace and quiet.

Thunderbird: I've been meaning to ask aswell.

Mickey: Whats up?

Thunderbird: How drunk were you guys when you made that skit.

Mickey: What skit?

Thunderbird: The one where you two were bickering back and forth about politics!

Flashback 7 months ago

3rd Person POV

The area was quiet, no sounds were made in an open area of the base until a man walked through. The man was Sean and he was wearing casual clothes that were wrapped in tinfoil with a tinfoil sword taped to his back. He looked at the roof of the base as  Derek walked into view wearing a suit and tie with a balaclava and prescription glasses.

Derek: Well if it isn't ~Sussy jack~

Mickey: Bro are you high?

Derek: Let me check...

He looked down at his watch

Derek: ...yes.

He started to walk down the fire espace stairs on the side of the base as he continued speaking.

Derek: High on American spirit! And there's nothing more American than shooting a man in this Walmart of a world!

Mickey: What is Walmart?

Derek: Its Heaven, Raiden. Checked the internet lately?

As he said that Sean's phone rang as he looked down to pick it up.

NATO: *On the Phone* Raiden hop on Twitter, you need to see this.

He slid off of the call and went onto Twitter on his phone.

Mickey: Fuck I hate this website.

NATO: *on the phone* It's all fucking weebshit Raiden. It doesn't make any sense. They're being distracted with utter nonsense.

Derek: These baboons don't even know they're at war with Pakistan.

Mickey: This one's calling me a redditor.

Derek: And thats just the beginning! E-girls, Gacha, memes. All just petty distractions so real men can get down to business.

Mickey: Amogus.

Derek: And as you know, American Imperialism is absolutely justified, because we had a black president once. Before I fucking killed him.

Mickey: Thats a nice argument Senator...

He reached to his back and ripped off the tinfoil sword off his back and pointed it towards Derek.

Mickey: ... why don't you back it up with a source?

Derek: My source is that I made it the fuck up.

Back to the Present

Derek POV

Derek: Oh yea, I do remember that.

Thunderbird: You do realize that was trending on Twitter right?

Derek: Who gave a shit... it was Twitter.

Thunderbird: Not wrong...

Your phone started to buzz as you took it out of your pocket, it was Mark. You accepted his call and put your phone up to your ear.

Derek: Found something?

NATO: Well first off a 'hello' would've been nice.

Derek: Just give me the details.

NATO: Well alright, but politeness goes a long way. Ahem, the place you're looking for is the Gila Cliff Dwellings.

Derek: Isnt that a National Monument?

NATO: *Was* a National Monument. Before the Wolves arrived there about 2 months ago. Garrisoned the area and shot anyone who got too close.

Derek: Wait.. wolves. As in the group that took over that Island in the South Pacific?

NATO: If you're talking about Auroa, then yes.

Derek: I thought the ghosts and the Navy were dealing with them, what the hell are they doing in New Mexico?

NATO: Couldn't tell you, most I can assume is that they branched off to other areas in case things went south, which technically they are. The ghosts have done major damage to them on the island, but they do have back up plans. This might be one of them.

Derek: Do you have any idea on what they've done to the girls so far.

NATO: No clue, most I could get into was a drone overlooking the area, it was running off of a program so I had to keep the movement steady. One false move and they would've known. Although, if there's anything I learned about them, is that they have eyes everywhere. There's a new body in every blindspot.

Derek: So be coordinated and tread carefully.

NATO: Exactly, be careful Derek. Get them back here safe and most importantly keep yourself safe aswell.

Derek: I will Mark, thanks for the help.

NATO: See there's the politeness I was looking for.

Derek: Shut it, we'll be back soon.

You ended the call and put your phone back in your pocket.

Mickey: Got the Intel?

Derek: Yes I did. TB, we're heading to the Gila Cliff Dwellings.

Thunderbird: On it, I'll have you guys there in a few hours.

Derek: Copy.

Mickey: You said the Wolves, are they seriously the ones that took the Recruits?

Derek: Mark is never wrong, if he says that's the threat, then they're the threat.

Patch: With all due respect, these Wolves are killing machines, like a pack they're deadly in groups.

Derek: But they cower when they're alone.

Mickey: So whats the Game plan?

Derek: Survey the area, be precise with your shots and take them out one by one. Once we have a clearing, we take out the Alpha of the pack, and get the girls back.

Mickey: Pretty nonchalant plan you've got there.

Derek: Its basic info for a bigger plan. You've got that in your head right?

Mickey: Oh yea, just aim at the shits head, pop a little weasel, then move onto a different target.

Patch: Did you just hint at "Pop goes the weasel?"

Mickey: That I did.

Derek: So we all have a basic understanding of this plan, correct?

Patch: Yessir.

Mickey: Yessir.

Derek: Good, now let's get them back...






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