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The long dirt road stretched out for miles as the car moved down the road in an unnatural silence, save for the crunching of the gravel beneath the wheels of the small, black sedan. The driver kept his eyes focused on the road while his passenger, a short, mid-length blonde-haired woman with sharp green eyes scanned the tree line, searching for shadows in the darkness. It wasn’t long until their destination came into view: a small, log cabin.
“We’re here, Theta,” the driver said as he pulled the car up to the driveway. Theta looked out of her window and towards the cabin with a rather bored expression on her face, even as two armed men walked towards the car.
“So we are,” Theta said casually. “Thank you, Rook.”
“Anytime,” the driver said as Theta slipped out of the car and straightened her suit. It was a grey button up top with a matching pencil skirt that fell down to an inch below her knees. She reached behind her and pulled out a single large black suitcase before nodding at the guards.
“You with the Russians?” one of the guards asked, eyeing her up and down.
“Da,” Theta replied. “Anna Yelizaveta. I presume Babushka told you I was coming?”
“You and your driver would have been dead if she didn’t,” the guard said. He reached a hand out for her suitcase, but Theta pulled it away.
“I will hold onto this until we make a deal,” she said neutrally. “That was my order.”
The guard frowned, then said, “Open it up.”
Theta appraised the guard for a moment. He was a burly man, very well-toned in the arms and going on the edge of balding. He held an AR-15 in a sling across his chest, his hands holding the rifle loosely. He was not what Theta would consider a professional, lacking the knowledge to keep his finger off the trigger and the fact that his gun was on safe. Nevertheless, she complied with the request, opening the case and revealing hundreds of one-hundred-dollar bills in USD.
“Does this work for you?” Theta asked as the guard picked up a wad of cash. He gestured over to his partner who produced a small marker. The guard uncapped the marker and dragged it over the bill, leaving a long, brown mark.
He nodded. “Yes. This will do nicely.” He put the wad back into the case and Theta closed it. “Come along toots.” He moved to put his arm around Theta, but she batted it away in an instant.
“Don’t call me ‘toots’,” she said, a threat clearly on the edge of her voice. The guard frowned at her, but had nothing else to say as she walked towards the front door in silence. He produced a key from his pocket and let her into the cabin.
It was about as nice inside the house as it was outside. The walls were decorated sparsely with random paintings of the wilderness. On the left wall, next to an opening leading deeper into the house, was a fireplace with a lit fire. Opposite it was a small kitchen where a woman stood pouring herself a cup of tea. She looked at Theta and returned the nod that she gave her. Theta’s eyes then went to the center of the room where a brown haired man sat at the table with a cup of tea.
“Anna,” he said happily. “Please, sit down. From what your grandmother told me about you, I’m surprised to see someone so young.”
“If she talked to you, then you would know that I have little patience for small talk Mr. Dalton.” Theta said as she sat down across from him.
Dalton laughed. “Not an ounce of humor amongst you Russians, is there? And I thought the Germans were bad.”
“There’s a time for humor, then there’s a time for business,” Theta replied. “Do you have them or not?”
Dalton’s perfect smile faded slightly. Theta fought back the urge to smirk, it was nice to know that she was getting under his skin. “Jim, bring it out please.”
The door next to the fireplace opened up and another man came walking out of the room. He was dragging a rather large crate behind him. He pulled it over to the table and opened it up, revealing several M16A4 rifles.
“May I?” Theta asked as she reached for one of the rifles.
“Be my guess,” Dalton said, leaning back in his chair.
Theta picked up one of the rifles and looked it over. It was in pristine condition, almost as if it was factory fresh. She pulled the magazine and was unsurprised to find that the gun wasn’t loaded. She slipped it back in and dry fired the weapon, satisfied with the click that it made.
“Very nice,” Theta said as she inspected the serial number. She frowned, reading the numbers clearly. “But these need to be untraceable.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to need a bonus if I’m going to have to file down every gun,” Dalton said. “Let’s say… five hundred thousand.”
Theta sneered at that price. “That’s five times the original offer,” she said. “If you think you can insult us like this, then I think your associates need to start looking for a new job.”
Dalton looked mildly surprised. “Is that a threat, Anna?”
“It’s advice,” Theta snapped back. “Two hundred.”
Dalton smirked. “Four fifty.”
“Two fifty.”
“Three hundred thousand,” Dalton said, finally.
Theta thought about this for a moment, then pulled out her cellphone. She punched in a number and let the phone ring. When it was picked up, she looked Dalton dead in the eye. “Mama. We have a deal.”
Theta suddenly leapt up from the table and slammed the rifle into Jim’s face, pushing the very stunned man to the ground. She then threw the gun at Dalton who had been reaching into his pocket to pull out his own weapon, giving herself enough time to put the cold metal barrel of her Makarov between his eyes.
“GUARDS!” Dalton shouted. The door behind Theta flew open, but she didn’t bother turning around as four-armed people came into the building, each of them wearing black tactical gear, each one with their rifles trained directly on Dalton.
“Seems as though they’ve been terminated,” Theta said as a smile spread across her face. “You’re coming with us.”
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Dalton, his wife Lisa, and Jim sat together in a small cell. Theta stared at them through a security camera as she casually flipped through each of their dossiers.
Dalton Sullivan was, and a special emphasis was to be placed on was , a CIA agent. He was tasked with infiltrating the North Star Security group. The NSS, as they were referred to, was a mercenary company that was closer to a terrorist group than a company, having declared war on the United Nations by bombing multiple capital buildings across the world. He went dark not too long ago, and with him several trucks of US Military equipment. There was no coincidence, at least not in the CIA’s mind.
Jim McMillian was his brother-in-law with multiple outstanding warrants throughout the United States for unlawful possession of firearms. He was recently released from prison for good behavior. Theta smirked slightly, this was a man who couldn’t afford to spend time in a jail cell.
“That’s something to look into,” she mused idly.
“What is?”
Theta was not alone in the security room. Pacing the ground behind her was her newest employer, Samuel Trafford Watkins. The Lancaserian Englishman with dark blonde hair and green eyes, covered by a shadow from the black fedora, paced around the room behind her, tuned out by the young woman as she mused through the dossier.
“Jim McMillian,” Theta replied. “He was out of the big house a little too quickly.”
Samuel stopped pacing and turned to her, his well-dressed form facing her. He raised an eyebrow, “Do you think it’s because of a corrupt judge?”
“It’s certainly a possibility, but I’m more interested in the implication,” Theta explained, attempting to keep her voice impassive. “Someone can’t afford to let McMillian sit behind bars.”
Samuel nodded. “Impressive work… what about the wife?”
Theta smirked. “Lisa Sullivan, met Dalton while he was on vacation in California. She used to be a school teacher, but left that life because Mr. Sullivan like to travel around so she turned her attention to running a social media platform detailing her round the world trips. As far as I can tell from her vlogs, her involvement is rather low if she’s involved at all.”
“I trust you’re still going to question her.”
“Of course,” Theta said as she closed her dossier. “I can use her to get to them.” She stood up and looked towards Samuel. “Let’s go.”
“About time, I’m rather itching to have a nice little chat with this cunt,” Samuel responded, sounding quite a bit irritated.
Theta looked at him with an expression that threatened to be respectful. “Friend of yours?” She asked.
Samuel glared at her. “No, I just don’t want to spend too much time around pondscum like him,” his voice hoarse with restrained anger.
“Don’t let Dalton here get into your head Herr Watkins, we must approach with strength, no sign of anything he could exploit, make the vulnerability in his mind be the only thing he can refer to in his state of panic.”
Jürgen was another member of Theta’s little outfit. While he was a soldier first and foremost, he also possessed a degree in psychology from the University of Hannover. He was a bit short, blue eyed and blonde haired, which was covered by a kevlar helmet. Though he annoyed the young Russian, his ability to dissect minds was too useful.
“Or just shove a gun barrel down his throat, that always works.”
And then there was Omnicron. A red spiky-haired, green-eyed, big breasted and crass Serbian with a background in intelligence in the Russian style. Her retort won a smile from Theta and a frown from Jürgen.
“He can’t speak if he’s got a chunk of metal in his throat,” Samuel chided as he led the four of them out of the security room and down to the holding cells. “Theta, I’m going to let you lead this interrogation.”
Theta smirked. “You’re going to want to get Supernova on standby then.”
…
Dalton was moved into the interrogation room, with restraints which held his arms to the table. Theta sat at the table opposite to him, Supernova, the team doctor, was to her left in front of a polygraph machine, with wires attached to Dalton’s arm. Supernova was a striking character herself, a quiet Swiss-German with hair in different shades of neon-blue and a moderately punkish appearance.
Jürgen was behind Theta, while Samuel was behind Dalton, both positioned for the display which was about to happen. “I’ve got limited patience,” Theta said simply. “And no one’s holding the leash.”
Dalton snorted. “I’ve heard this song and dance before,” he said. Theta looked mildly bemused by this and allowed Dalton to continue. “You’re going to make an appeal to my humanity, either my past as a CIA or to the good hearted man I am, and then offer me a deal: my honesty and a much cushier prison sentence.” He leaned back in his chair, or rather he tried to. The chain of the handcuff wasn’t long, but the gesture was still perceived by Theta.
Samuel got off the wall behind Dalton and just paced over to his side. “I’d admire the confidence you Americans have. Even when you’re in hot water, you still find a certain,” Samuel paused as if to find the right words. “Ignorance about how the world works.”
“You know I’m fucking right limey, don’t even have to do anything to prove it,” he scoffed.
Samuel responded by putting his hand slowly on the back of Dalton’s head, before suddenly slamming his head into the metal of the table real hard. The needles on the polygraph spiked as Samuel repeated the motion over and over and over again until a thin trail of blood leaked out from Dalton’s nostrils and pooled on the table below.
“You keep this up, all you’re gonna prove is that you’re really good at getting on my tits sunshine,” Samuel growled with vitriol, before forcibly turning Dalton’s head to make him look at Theta. “And if you think I’m bad, just wait until you see my Russian colleague here.” Samuel let go of his head, ruffing up his hair as he stood back, and Theta walked forwards, Supernova could see the polygraph needles scribbling faster.
“I told you I was working for the CIA for a few months,” Theta said as she moved forwards. “You seem to think that means I went through the same training to get here.” She stopped next to Dalton, before leaning down and getting close to his ear. “Let me be clear, I am not a CIA agent, I am not beholden to your rules, your policies, or your training. I am merely here to get results.”
She looked back at Dalton as a cruel, harsh smile came across her face. “And the results I want are simple. I want the location of the rest of those guns you stole from, and I want your contacts in the NSS.”
Dalton spat at that. “I want full immunity and-“
Theta brought her hands up and slapped Dalton on both his ears, the sudden clap bringing a great, sharp pain to his eardrums, making his head spin as he cried out in pain. “Perhaps you don’t understand the predicament you’re in, Sullivan,” she said as she grabbed his hair and pulled his hair up, staring into his eyes. “You don’t get to make demands. I get answers, or I will hurt you in ways you’ve never been hurt before.” She threw his head back and down onto the table with another slam, even harder than Samuel’s and walked back to her side, letting Dalton pull himself up.
“If I don’t get my deal, you don’t get your answers,” Dalton said, breathlessly as he sat back up.
“If I don’t get my answers,” Theta said as she grabbed Dalton’s hair and made him look into her sadistic blue eyes. “Then I’ll practice dentistry on your wife.”
After hundreds of interrogations, Theta learned to spot the slightest twitch in the eyes that happen whenever she struck a nerve. And as soon as the threat against his
Theta pushed his head back into the table before standing up. Having smelled blood in the water, the shark would begin its fatal circle. “Oh, that got your attention, didn’t it, Mr. Sullivan? Seems to me like she might know something. Tell me, how many fingers do you think I have to break in order for her to sing like a canary?”
“Leave her alone,” Dalton said, trying and failing to keep the desperation out of his voice. “She didn’t ask for any of this. She doesn’t know anything.”
“If she doesn’t know anything, she’s an idiot,” Samuel said bluntly behind Dalton’s ear.
“Do not talk about my wife that way you limey fuck,” Dalton said. His words only served to intensify Theta’s smug look.
“Jürgen,” Theta said, looking over to the German who had been standing there the whole time out of the way, “Be a dear and bring Mrs. Sullivan in here, please.”
“Of course frau…” Jürgen began to say as he began to walk to the door.
“Don’t!” Dalton said desperately, making Jürgen stop mid-step and Theta looking back at him, the needles of the polygraph screamed pleading and panic to Supernova’s trained eye. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know. Just don’t hurt her, please.” he pleaded, his voice trembling.
“Good choice,” Theta said as she slowly turned her head back to face Dalton. Smiling to herself, she sat down across from him. “Now. Let’s go with the locations first.”
“Warehouse 7 on the docks. That’s the only location the NSS has for storage in this area,” Dalton replied. “It’s the only place where we have weapons stored.”
Samuel raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that Yank?” He pushed, returning the insults.
“Y- Yes.” Dalton mumbled.
Theta scribbled that down. “Your contacts in the NSS, now.”
This time Dalton hesitated. Jürgen then came up to him,
“Do this for your wife Dalton, she doesn’t deserve to be in this predicament. Reduce your suffering and her danger and cooperate with us, then she will be safe,” he told him.
Another look towards Theta and Samuel from Dalton convinced him as he took a deep breath. “They call her ‘Lancer’. I don’t know her real name or even what she looks like. She’s at the very top. The contact I went through called herself ‘Rebel’. Tall girl with braided blonde hair.”
Theta looked over to Supernova who was monitoring the polygraph still, and the medic gave a nod, showing that Dalton was being truthful.
“How do you contact Rebel?” Theta turned her attention back to Dalton and continued.
“Whenever I pick up a new shipment, I call her. Whenever she wants me to make a deal, she calls me. She’s the one that helped Babushka set up the meeting between the two of us tonight.”
“I suppose she’s expecting a call from you to tell her how it went,” Theta said casually.
“Yeah... yeah she is,” Dalton said. “And if I don’t-“ he was interrupted by Samuel pulling out a cellphone and sliding it to Dalton.
“Tell her you’ve got a deal and that the Russians will be down at the warehouse to pick up their goods. Tell her that Anna wants to meet with her specifically and will also be there,” he said. “And if you try to do anything funny or pull that smug routine again, I will leave you to rot in a padded cell.”
“With your wife’s rotting corpse to keep you company,” Theta added onto Samuel’s threat.
The threat hit home and Dalton picked up the phone. It rang twice before Dalton started talking. “Rebel, it’s Dalton. We’ve got a deal. Anna wants to meet you at the warehouse, in person. She’s coming down with her friends to pick up the goods.” He locked eyes with Theta, then nodded. “Yes, yes, I’ll be there too. See you soon, goodbye.” Dalton hung up and looked absolutely murderous at Theta and Samuel.
His expression faded as Theta turned to Jürgen once more. “Bring Mrs. Sullivan here, please. If he’s lying, then we’re going to have to move quickly.
--
“We have positive id on target.” Hydra’s voice came over the radio.
Standing by a black car and listening to said radio was an absolute giantess of a woman. Light blonde hair with a right blue eye, her left one being bleached and blind, along with some facial scars. This was the face of Omega, Roza Kulik, a former Wagner PMC merc working for Chariot in their fight against NSS.
The old woman smirked with cruelty to Hydra’s words as they came across her ears, “Then let’s move out,” she responded.
“Try to remember that we want to bring Rebel in alive for questioning Omega, Theta has some other questions she wants answered,” Hydra’s voice chirped through the radio. Omega nodded to herself as she put the radio down. It’s times like these that made Omega proud of her oldest daughter.
What’s about to happen next is what makes her proud of her youngest.
”Why isn’t Theta joining us, mother?” Zeta asked her curiously.
“She’s been too busy with that MI6 spook getting the information that has us here in the first place. That and your sister doesn’t like rushing into a gunfight,” Omega told her. “It’s not her speed.”
“Pity,” Zeta said as a nasty smile came across her face. “Ah well, more for me~”
“Are you two ready to go now?” A neutral voice called to them from the other side of the car, Omega turned to their two other teammates, Kyla and Wasp.
Kyla was a shorter than average Swedish woman, with very light porcelain skin, dark blue eyes and almost shoulder length black hair. Wasp the Korean was even shorter, she was actually the shortest member on the Chariot roster at two inches short of five feet, not that would slow her down. Her cute face and head had black shoulder-length hair covered by a pair of headphones, and gold eyes which were bright.
“Yes we’re ready, let's get going already. Don’t want to keep the other agents waiting too long.” Omega accepted, as she opened one of the rear doors of the car and got in, her daughter joined her in the back, while Kyla got in the driver's seat and Wasp was riding shotgun.
As the car moved, Zeta’s mind went back to her sister. “Still a bit disappointed that Catherine isn’t joining us mother,” she said to Omega.
“Theta did her job,” Omega responded. “It’s time to do ours, Mariska.”
“Can you run over the plan again while we’re driving, just so we all understand what’s going on,” Wasp mentioned.
“We will be dismounting near Warehouse 5 and approaching 7 on foot. Jackson and Krasota will be there and will be providing overwatch to the target building from containers on the other side; so far, they’ve seen only seven guards. We’re also going to be joined by Tara, she has the breaching changes if the need arises. Tara, Zeta, and I will go in from the front. Kyla and Wasp, you go through the back door quietly, we’ll give you some time before the fireworks start.” Omega read off the plan out of her head.
“But remember, Rebel is in the warehouse itself. It’s a bigger payday for me if we take her in alive, but if she’s not going to cooperate then I don’t mind taking the penalty for her death.” She added on a warning, and saw the other three women nod their heads in understanding.
It didn’t take them long to drive from their stop-off point to the docks, nor to find warehouse five. They pulled up next to the building and slipped out of the car, Omega scanning the area around them with her AS VAL, with a GSh-18 in her holster. Finding no threats, she relaxed a bit and lowered her weapon.
“Ok, we’re clear,” She called out to the others in the car, letting them slip out too and gather around the back, doing any last-minute checks. Zeta had an M1014 slung over her shoulder, an MP-443 Grach in her holster, while in her hands was an AK-12, but it wasn’t the production model, rather the earlier prototype with its two-sided ejection port and blocky exterior. It always made Omega smile seeing it in her hands, as it was a birthday present from her to her daughter.
Kyla meanwhile had a suppressed Ak 5 in her hands, with a Mk.23 in her holster, being long and bulky with it also being suppressed , Wasp meanwhile had a suppressed K2C1 rifle, and a K5 pistol in her holster.
“We’re in position, where are you Karishma?” Omega called on her radio to Tara.
“On the way, will be approaching from some containers nearby” She replied, her Indian accent being prevalent.
“Sniper team, what about you? Are you in position?” Kyla also talked over the radio.
“Hey there’s this big freaky looking Russkie in my scope.” Jackson’s playful voice came over the airwaves.
“Very fucking funny Sienna, don’t make me come up there,” Omega hissed in return.
Up on some containers, Jackson had the team in her scope and kept an eye on them. She was of average height, had mixed, tanned skin and shoulder length brown hair with a parted fringe, with blue eyes under some shooting glasses.
The American wasn’t alone though. Next to her was a beautiful Russian woman, reflected by her code name Krasota. She was taller than the average, with long blonde hair and rich blue eyes. Her body also had some muscle, but that didn’t impact her curves, with a very large bust and cleavage which wasn’t hidden thanks to her uniform.
“We have contact with you guys, don’t worry,” Krasota’s reassuring Russian voice told the group. Jackson went back to scanning the target building with her M2010 ESR, with a P226 Mk.25 in her holster, Krasota meanwhile was behind her SV-98, with a MP-443 Grach in her holster on her thick thigh, same as what Zeta carried.
“Two targets in the front room, just past the entrance door,” She remarked. “I think there may be two around the back,” Krasota also mentioned.
“You two see any sign of Rebel?” Omega asked.
“Negative, nothing matching her description. She must be deeper in the building.” Jackson replied.
“Keep your position, and stay hidden,” Omega told them, as they suddenly heard a metallic bang on one of the containers, their squad suddenly brought their weapons up as they saw a shadow.
“Indus,” Kyla called out.
“Ganges,” The voice returned, the squad relaxed to see Tara come out from behind the container.
She was of average height with tanned skin, having brown eyes and long brown hair with a single braid going around the back of her head, her skin was also covered in tattoo in places, with a black bima on her forehead, Ohm on her right shoulder and Hindu swastika on her left, sanskrit verses on her arms, and that wasn’t counting the lotus designs on her stomach and back. In her hands was an Uzi SMG, while an Indian copy of the Browning Hi-Power, the Pistol Auto 9mm 1A was in her holster.
“Tara you made it,” Zeta said,
“It was hard to stay low, but I managed it,” the Indian replied as she relaxed a bit, “so what is the plan you are thinking of?” She then turned to Omega.
“Ok, you, me and Zeta will be taking the front of the building, Kyla and Wasp will take the back, they’re going to try and sneak in a bit before we breach, is that clear?” She told them all.
“Crystal, let’s go Wasp, let's not wait around any more,” Kyla declared, and she and Wasp made their way to the back of the warehouse, Tara, Omega and Zeta also moved, going towards the front and keeping a low profile.
“I can see all three of you, you’re clear to move to the front door,” Krasota notified them, as she had them in her scope. The trio moved quickly yet quietly, sticking to shadows and keeping out of the sight lines of the windows.
Around the back, Wasp and Kyla kept their backs to the warehouse wall, moving up to a corner. Kyla looked around while Wasp put on a ballistic mask, covering her cute face with something rather more menacing. She then moved past Kyla and noticed a parked car.
“Little distraction incoming,” she told Kyla as she raised her K2C1 rifle, putting a single suppressed shot into one of the windows. The glass shattered and the car alarm started going off.
“What the fuck is that?!” A voice came out from the building, the two girls heard footsteps on the gravel, before the car alarm was silenced. Kyla took a quick glance and saw two armed men checking the car.
She went back into cover and gave Wasp a quick glance, before she slung her Ak 5 over her shoulder and pulled out her Mk.23, with the large offensive pistol looking even more intimidating with the large suppressor on the end.
“Broken window? What the hell caused this?” One of the guards spoke, perplexed by the broken window of the car, Kyla flicked the safety off her pistol and was ready to strike. “Dunno but it seems fishy,” the other spoke.
Suddenly, Kyla quickly spun around the corner, quickly nailing the two guards with two suppressed pistol shots, both of them fell to the ground, dropping their weapons. Wasp stuck close to Kyla as she approached the two guards, both of them moaning in pain on the floor, with just a flick of the wrist Kyla double-tapped both as she went past, silencing them permanently with only the sounds of the Mk.23’s suppressed shots and the casings hitting the ground. With that obstacle cleared, both she and Wasp entered the warehouse from the back door.
“Ok we're in, we’re hunkered down in this small office area, do your assault now,” Kyla called over the radio, with Omega grinning at her statement as she turned to Zeta.
“My dear, please breach the door.”
Zeta compiled by slinging over her AK-12, before pulling out her M1014 and extending the collapsed stock, she walked up to the wooden door and jammed the muzzle into the lock body, meanwhile Omega positioned herself with her AS VAL to shoot anything on the other side once the door was opened.
With a pull of the trigger Zeta blew the handle off the door with an almighty bang, wood splinters and metal flying. She then kicked the door open and stood aside, in a flash Omega saw a surprised guard stunned by the shotgun blast. She didn’t hesitate to put half a dozen suppressed rounds into him, one round going between his eyes, spraying blood and brain on the opposite wall which his lifeless body slid down.
“What the!? FUCK! WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!” A guard’s voice shouted through the building.
“Protect me you bastards! That’s what I’m paying you for!” a female voice also rang out, no doubt to be Rebel’s.
“So much for sneaky beaky,” Kyla’s voice went over the radio, Omega didn’t pay much attention as she, Zeta and Tara rushed into the front office.
They quickly took cover as they caught sight of a second guard, rifle raised as he tried to shoot them. Bullets flew and paper was kicked up like confetti, but his shots fortunately missed for the trio.
Two shots echoed through the night sky as two rounds struck the guard in the side. He collapsed to the ground, dying from his wounds as Jackson radioed it in. “Target down, you’re clear through to the next room,” Her voice told them.
“Spasiba,” Omega voiced gently to her in her mother tongue as she and her companions got up and kept moving.
They went through another doorway, over some desks before coming up to a rather thick steel door, they tried the lock but it was jammed shut. “You ain’t getting through here bitches!” An angry male voice came from the other side.
Omega looked over to Tara and smirked evilly. “But we have the key and everything.”
Tara returned her smirk as she reached into a pouch, pulling out some C4, detonator and a trigger for it, before quickly slapping it onto the door with some tape and setting up the detonator, Zeta meanwhile kept covering their rears with her rifle aimed up and her crouched on the floor.
With the detonator in one hand and Uzi in the other, Tara gestured a countdown to her team members. Omega moved over to her daughter and got her into cover. They kept themselves on each side of the door against the wall as Tara’s count down reached to three, then two, then one.
They covered their heads and ears and Tara pulled the trigger on her device, the loud bang and the concussion was all the operators felt as the door was blown off its hinges and into the other room. They quickly rushed through the doorless door frame and into the smoke-filled room, Zeta saw the guard who had been taunting them had been crushed against the opposite wall by the door they had blown, he was now trapped under it on the floor, bloody and his eyes full of panic as he held a hand up begging for mercy.
That mercy came from the barrel of Zeta’s AK-12.
On the other side of the warehouse, Kyla and Wasp kept making their way slowly through their quiet side of the building. As they came upon an open door which led to a short corridor, they heard shuffling and sounds through it.
“Fucking hell are you guys this fucking useless!?” Rebel’s panicking voice came through.
“They could be coming from behind too for all we know!” One of her guards mentioned.
“Shut the fuck up! Just get that gun set up now!” Rebel silenced him.
Wasp was about to enter the corridor, but Kyla stopped her and moved her back against the wall and in the shadows, she instead reached over to a desk and grabbed a stapler, then moved to the corner of the door frame, before throwing the stapler down the corridor, it’s plastic and metal body clattering against the concrete floor.
“Shit!” A male voice shouted as a sudden flail of bullets came down the corridor and past Kyla and Wasp, with them recoiling from the corner in surprise.
The gunfire stopped but Kyla and Wasp kept to their positions in the darkness, as they heard footsteps coming closer. Kyla got her pistol ready as she saw the slight shadow emerging from the doorframe. Then, a guard came through the doorway, weapon drawn yet completely oblivious to the two women in the shadows next to him.
This would be fatal for him, as Kyla just reached out with her Mk.23, and put a point-blank shot into the back of his skull, dropping the man like a sack of potatoes.
Back with the other group, Zeta prepared to move through a doorway to finally reach the central room, Omega was just behind her, but she then caught a glimpse of something, and quickly grabbed onto Zeta’s backpack and yanked her back.
Just as she did that a cacophony of gunfire erupted from a small alcove in the room, forcing Zeta and Omega to take cover as the place they were just standing was impacted by bullets. Tara meanwhile managed to rush and get to the other side of the doorframe, and when there was a gap in the fire, she blind-fired her Uzi around the corner, she hit nothing however, and another burst of bullets from the last guard forced her back into cover again.
“Sounds like an LMG,” Zeta said, hearing the clattering of not just brass but links too.
“Doesn’t matter what he has, still a bastard hiding like a coward in a corner,” Omega returned.
“Krasota, Jackson, any sight on the issue here?” she then asked the snipers.
“Negative, no sight, you’re too deep in the building for us!” Jackson returned, unable to help them.
“Yebi moy rot, blyad,” Omega cursed under her breath as she wondered what to do, she then grabbed a mirror out of her pocket and slipped it around the corner, seeing the guard behind a kicked-over desk with a rather nasty looking LMG in his hands.
She then noticed that there was a corridor on the direct opposite side of the room to them, and coming out of the shadows, Kyla and Wasp were walking through.
“You two, stop,” Omega said quietly over the radio, with the two women stopping right there in the middle. “On the other side of the wall to your left, there’s a man with an LMG in an alcove, the wall is thin enough for you to shoot through,” She told them. The corridor exit itself jutted into the room a bit, which was what partially formed the alcove in the room which the guard was taking cover in, thus giving Wasp the opportunity.
“Hey!... You bitches gonna suck my dick or suck lead? Your fucking choice!” The guard taunted as he kept his eye right down the sights of his machine gun, his loud mouth gave Wasp a rough bearing on where he was on the other side of the wall. Omega watched through the mirror Wasp raising her rifle, albeit too high at first.
“Lower Wasp,” Omega quietly guided her. Wasp lowered her muzzle a bit more, until she was on target to shoot the guy in the head.
“Do it,” Omega confirmed her aim was true. Wasp didn’t hesitate, as she pinned the trigger of her rifle and a flurry of suppressed rounds went straight through the wall, sending splinters flying around, the lead hitting its mark and hitting the guard multiple times, his body hit the ground behind the table, now lifeless.
Wasp and Kyla entered the room, weapons ready and checked around. “Clear!” Kyla called out, Omega, Zeta and Tara all came into the room as well, checking around, and seeing that all threats were neutralized, they lowered their weapons.
“Where’s the target?” Tara asked.
“Don’t tell me she slipped out,” Zeta fretted slightly, looking around and seeing absolutely no trace of the target they were meant to capture.
“She didn’t, I heard her voice for sure, she’s still around here somewhere, probably hiding away,” Wasp told them, remembering hearing her voice earlier, with Kyla nodding.
Omega grinned a bit, seeing this as a bit of a game of hide and seek, “Hey Rebel… Come out now… We won’t hurt you,” she said rather playfully, with a psychotic look on her face.
Kyla just sighed as she walked towards some lockers. “You really think she’s going to fall for that Roza? Gotta start looking ourselves,” She huffed, she got to the lockers and then opened the door on one of the large ones.
Omega was looking away at that moment, but she suddenly heard a crash and a female scream, she spun around to see Rebel had shown herself, bursting out of the locker Kyla had opened and now she had the Swede pinned to the floor, trying to strangle her.
Kyla fought back hard, her eyes wide in shock and fear as the tall, blonde-haired woman kept her pinned down, her green eyes filled with her fight-or-flight response.
“YOU AIN’T TAKING ME…” Was all that Rebel was able to say, as suddenly Omega’s boot struck her in the stomach, taking all the air out of her and forcing her off Kyla’s body. She flailed on her back as she tried to regain her stance, but the last thing Rebel saw was the butt of Omega’s rifle going right for her face.
Zeta came over just in time to see Omega driving the butt of her AS VAL right into Rebel’s face, the crack of metal against bone was met with silence. Rebel’s eyes shuttered as consciousness left her body, with her now laid there sprawled out on the concrete.
Omega was huffling slightly, as she then looked back at Kyla, who looked a bit paler than she usually did, also breathing heavily in shock too.
“You ok?” Omega asked as she offered a hand to Kyla, which she took and the giantess helped her back onto her feet.
“...Fitta fan oksa!” Kyla cursed at herself, her normally neutral voice had gone back to a Swedish accent as she swore.
“She really went out swinging,” Zeta added on, as she watched Kyla slowly calm down and shake her head.
“Don’t worry I’m fine, just didn’t think she would be in there that’s all,” she reassured them, as her voice went back to its normal calm and neutral state.
Zeta patted Kyla on the back to relax her, meanwhile Wasp and Tara busied themselves restraining Rebel’s unconscious body, while Omega went to her radio to report their success to Hydra.
“Come in Hydra,” she began.
“Speak, what’s the situation?” Hydra’s voice came over the waves.
“I can confirm, we have the target in our custody, no injuries apart from a headache on the target to report. Also all other hostile threats have been eliminated, and will need trailers down here too,” Omega briefed her.
“Good Omega, make sure the target is secure and prepare her to be transported for interrogation,” Hydra returned, pleased with the positive outcome.
“To the interrogation room?” Omega asked.
“Negative Omega, Theta actually wants to take charge of this, she has her own small place set up,” Hydra said.
“Oh does she now?” Omega wondered as to what her elder daughter had set up, before an evil grin went across her mouth. “Just tell me where and I’ll deliver her the target,”
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Samuel and Theta were waiting outside a shed, as the car finally pulled up in front of them, out stepped Kyla and Omicron, with the latter going around the back of the car to open up the trunk.
“You have her?” Theta asked as she stepped forwards.
“Yep, I hope she was worth the trouble, Theta, she was desperate enough to leap out at me,” Kyla responded, as Omicron pulled Rebel’s tied up and unconscious body into view, dragging her across the ground.
“Good… Just put her in the shed and tie her to the chair Omicron,” Theta instructed, a tone of satisfaction in her voice. Omicron grinned as she pulled Rebel through the open door, with the other three watching her.
“So what are you planning to do with her then?” Samuel then asked Theta, with her looking at him with an unfazed look.
“I have a water can, tools, pliers, cutting torch and a car battery in there Samuel, I’ll just say that by the end she’s gonna be screaming the truth to our ears, once I’m done we will all know what NSS are doing and where they’re hiding,” she explained.
Samuel nodded. “Alright then,” he replied, but stopped a second as Omicron came back out of the shed, nodding to Theta to imply she was done. Samuel then took a breath and gestured to Kyla to follow him. “Well, you have fun with your little pet, tell me what you find out afterwards,” he said as he walked back to the car.
“You’re not going to stay? You’re not allergic to a little blood now?” Theta teased him.
“No I’m just allergic to the NSS member,” Samuel shot back as he and Kyla got into the car, reversing away and driving off, leaving Theta and Omicron alone.
“I’ll wait outside, have fun,” the Serb grinned, Theta nodded to her before turning around entering the shed, closing the door behind her.
This whole ordeal and procedure sounded quite ad-hoc, but it was, of course, by Theta’s design. After all, a tiny amount of blood in a standard interrogation room could be easily explained away. But rivers of blood pouring out were not.
The shed gave a perfect alternative setting however to let this happen, it wasn’t particularly large, but it was more than prepared with all sorts of fun and exciting tools to use on particularly deserving individuals.
Theta knew of few people quite as deserving of this as a member of the NSS. She had just picked up a pair of pliers and gave them an experimental ‘click’. “Excellent,” Theta said as she turned back to Rebel.
She walked over to her body, her head still hung low as she was tied into the chair, Theta brought her free hand up and slapped Rebel across the cheek, snapping her out of her slumber, her head raised up and she looked at Theta in the eyes, before looking away from her with a tsk of the lips.
“Don’t even bother trying, I’m not saying anything,” Rebel snarled, her voice dripping in vitriol and dismissal.
“Of course not now,” Theta replied as she put her hand on Rebel’s jaw, forcibly turning her head towards her, holding the pliers up to her face. “I haven’t even started yet.”
Rebel’s eyes darted to the pliers, then back at Theta. “What are you going to do with those?”
Theta shrugged. “Haven’t decided,” she said as she ran a hand over Rebel’s face, holding her eye open and moving the pliers towards it. “Maybe, I’ll take your eyes. But you’d like that, it’d be merciful if you didn’t have to see what I’m going to do to you.” She let Rebels eye go, but not before poking it.
“Maybe,” Theta said as she grabbed Rebel’s hair. “I’ll start tearing out your hair. You’d look a lot less pretty while completely bald.” Theta yanked hard and Rebel grunted in pain, her face contorting as Theta tore out a fistful blonde hair. She let it fall to the ground, smiling at Rebel.
“You’re a sick fuc-“ Rebel started, but was cut up when Theta grabbed her cheeks and held Rebel’s mouth open.
“Maybe I’ll take your tongue,” Theta said, a gleam in her eye as she placed the pliers down on it. “You can write down the information I want to know, can’t you? At least until I break every last one of your fingers you filthy NSS scumbag.”
The pliers tightened and Theta started to pull on Rebel’s tongue. Rebel’s eyes started to water as she shouted in pain. Theta held it there for a minute, before shrugging and letting it go. “On second thought, I’d rather not try to make out the chicken scratch you NSS fuckers call ‘writing’.” She then looked down at Rebel’s hands.
“Since I won’t be taking your tongue.” She looked down at Rebel’s left hand, before grabbing the pinkie with the pliers and snapped it backwards, leaving it crooked and out of place. Rebel screamed in pain as Theta continued the same thing with the rest of the fingers on her left hand, one by one, grabbing, twisting and breaking each one until they were left bloody and at various angles.
“I don’t think I need to tell you what will end this,” Theta said as she moved away from Rebel who was panting in pain. “But I’ll humor your curious little mind. I would like to know where the NSS is operating out of.”
“Novakia,” Rebel whined. “They’re operating out of Novakia.”
“Is that so?” Theta said, curiously. “Why would they be operating in a country ravaged by civil war?”
“I don’t know,” Rebel replied.
Theta sighed. “Not good enough.” She walked over to Rebel and jammed the pliers into her right eye, blood gushing as Rebel’s screams echoed around the shed.
“I swear I don’t know!” Rebel screamed. “I’m not high enough to answer that!”
“Pity,” Theta said. She then grabbed Rebel’s throat and squeezed it tightly. “I’m going to ask one last question. Your answer will save your life.” Rebel struggled to breath as Theta stared deeply into her one good eye. “Why are you selling weapons to the Russian mafia?”
“To get them to go to war with the Irish,” Rebel gasped as Theta let go of her neck. “They want the families in America to start shooting at each other.”
“ Other than the fact that you’re at war with the United States, why?” Theta asked.
“I don’t know,” Rebel replied. “I’m just the mule. Lancer put Titan and Warhawk in charge of this.”
“Where are they?”
“They’re gone,” Rebel replied. “They’ve got cameras at all of our storage facilities. They saw you come in and their orders are to jet back to Novakia if someone should raid our storehouses.”
“And what about the products?” Theta asked as she walked over to put the pliers away.
“Abandoned,” Rebel replied. “With their locations given to every group we could find in the area as soon as we were clear from the country.” She looked up at Theta. “That’s all I know, I swear!”
“Pity.” Theta said, almost mournfully. “Knowing more would’ve saved your life.”
“I TOLD YOU EV-”
Rebel couldn’t finish her sentence as Theta drew her Makarov and pulled the trigger without hesitation, the slug going right through Rebel’s head and snuffing out her life, sending blood and brain matter onto the floor behind the seat.
Theta relaxed as she saw Rebel’s lifeless body slump in the seat, a quiet death rattle going through her mouth as her lungs emptied for one last time. She walked over to the side of the seat and brought a foot up, kicking it over and letting Rebel’s body hit the ground on her side.
The Russian holstered her pistol as she gave one last look at Rebel’s face, her dead eye rolled up into her skull and bloodshot, with blood pooling around the floor underneath. She smirked as she felt satisfied and turned around, walking out the shed for the cleaners to deal with.
She closed the door behind her, and turned to see Omicron leaned against the wall, arms cross and looking cool as ice. “Guess you had fun in there?” She said.
”Yep, and now we have a location, Novakia, know the place?” Theta replied and then questioned.
Omicron stretched a bit as her eyes looked up as she thought.“Yeah I do, north-east Africa, another shithole caught in usual shithole things,” she answered, not sounding too caring.
“Civil war, religious persecution, hyperinflation, corruption, the usual script?” Theta went on. Omicron hummed positively and nodded her head. Theta took a breath and looked at her own car which was still parked up.
”Well then… I’m going to report this to Hydra and Samuel, I can guess where Chariot is going to be deployed now,” she expressed. But Omicron then stopped her.
“Actually, me, Epsilon and Supernova were gonna go on and get a few drinks at the bar, you want to join us?” She invited the Russian.
Theta thought about it for a second. “Hmm… why not, I’ll make my report and down a few shots with you and the rest.” She accepted.
Omicron beamed a smile. “Great! About time you stopped being Miss Serious and unwind a bit,” she chirped positively. Theta’s mouth crooked into a slight smile.
“Maybe we should see who can down the most Rakija before passing out,” she suggested, her voice poking at Omicron, who smirked.
“You do know you’re challenging a Serb right? You’re going to lose that bet,” she said with a confident grin.
“We’ll see on that Zorica,” Theta replied, equally as confident as they both got into her car, and they set off into the night.