Chapter 1
The ‘red phone’ started to ring, it was their mission phone it had a location ID, informing the team where the caller was from, so they could determine how to answer, or rather who should answer. For example if it didn’t come from the English speaking world generally Caboose or Nichole would pick up, if not the usual arguments about who was less busy would be sent back and forth as most families tended to do at home when they didn’t want to be bothered. Both Joker and Nero where on X-Box live playing Modern Warfare 2 on two separate consoles and TVs, Nichole was reading War and Peace and the rest of the team was out except for Brookfield and Caboose who were watching Star Trek XI for the millionth time or so, making them the leading candidates to answer the phone.
“Answer the phone already you guys! I’m getting distracted!” Joker yelled some player named InfectedLemming had just stuck him with a semtex grenade ending a kill streak of 6.
“It’s James’s turn.” Caboose answered
“Sod off you wanker, what if they’re from Brazil or something? That makes it your turn!” The Brit answered.
“Well if that is the case, it is come and get me, then I’ll pick up, this is my favourite part of the movie!” Was the reply from the sniper.
“You guys know you can pause the movie right?” Nero suggested, he had just gotten an AC-130 and was going nuts on the opposite team.
After short deliberations and threats from everyone Brookfield was ‘volunteered’, he paused the movie, got up and checked the phone. It was from Texas; ‘great’ he muttered “James Brookfield MOF how can I help you today, we offer a wide range of services; hostage rescue, elimination of hostiles, retrieval of items of interest and big explosions. To whom am I speaking with and which service are you looking for.”
“That’s a nice speech boy, loving the French accent but its night time already! You boys must have long hours; I hope you’re paid well for them!” Came the reply from the person from the end of the other line, earning a muttered ‘Jesus H. Christ’ from the former SAS corporal. “I’m just kidding, I know you’re British, I’m major general Howard, US Marine Corps and I suppose we need an elimination/retrieval/big explosion job, you do all three right?”
“Yeah, well the big explosions happen one way or another; however I need an American flag officer confirmation ID code before we can continue sir.” Brookfield replied.
“Right, MOF mission request ID code, D23490804S-A” The general answered.
“One moment please sir… Confirmed, do you want to discuss the job over the phone or in person, do you want us to bring our attack helicopter and pilots or do you just need our team?”
“Just the team and it might be better to discuss this in person, it’s a sensitive mission, when can you get here?”
“In the next 20 hours or so, is that alright?”
“That’s fine see you soon boy!” Then he hung up.
‘Fucking yanks’
The team gathered and the mission request was faxed, Harrison looked over the contract; “Standard government fee 20 million USD, 10 mil upfront regardless of outcome, possible bonus of 15 million at the discretion of the US government and 5 mil per member we bring along, negotiable. Not bad huh?”
“God I love working for the Americans they just toss money on your lap and they give huge tips and ask ‘do you think this is enough sir?’ I say we hold out for more.” Caboose suggested.
“Don’t be a dick man.” Steiner urged
“I’m worried, that 15 mil bonus is not normal and the fact that it’s negotiable isn’t either.” Harrison commented. “But we’re taking it anyways, Steiner, get our G-5 fuelled up and ready to go. The rest of you load our gear in the deuce and a half outside and get it to the plane. I’m going to tell our two flyboys they aren’t needed for this one.”
“Meh” Nero answered to the news. Joker wasn’t overly concerned either, he did look a tad dejected that he wasn’t going to be able to test his ACR or the upgraded Hind this time around.
“Well you can’t fly the Hind around, but you can go to the firing range on base, get used to the weapons and all that. We have an agreement with the British Government to work out of here anyways. And the base CO likes us enough to let us use the firing range whenever we want, just make sure you wear the MOF BDUs to move around and those pilot wings so they know you guys aren’t troopers. You know just in case you suck and give us a bad rep.”
“Sounds good, but don’t worry we aren’t horrible shots you know!” Joker spoke up.
Yeah, I think he just marksman V for the ACR on COD MW2!” Nero replied.
“Christ.” Harrison replied rolling his eyes. “One more thing, no parties in the HQ/Flat while we’re away, well maybe a small party, but nothing crazy, some of us kill when our things get fucked up” glancing at Caboose who was loading up various sights and ammunition boxes in carrying cases. He conceded looking at the long faces of the two pilots.
Two hours later they were in the air with Steiner and Caboose in the cockpit of the luxury jet stipulating what the US military had lost and why they would kill over it. In the rear of the plane the same conversation was going on, whatever it was they decided it would certainly be interesting. Upon touching down on a military airfield they were greeted by general Howard, 3 marine colonels and five HUMVEEs pulled up along with a truck to carry their equipment. The team had already changed in their BDUs as they began to load their kit in the truck as Caboose gave a very angry glare at the Marine who took his rifle to load it with the rest of the weapons.
“Man I hate mercenaries, just a bunch of drop out soldiers that’s what they are.” One of the soldiers said once the team had piled into the vehicles.
“Don’t fucking repeat that ever again, these guys are all ex-special forces and are treated as an elite team by pretty much every government in the world. That sniper fucks people up if they mishandle his rifle with impunity and that almost was you sergeant.” A lieutenant warned; “You two get in the truck and follow that convoy I’m getting in back to watch this kit personally.”
“Who are these guys? They get a general, three colonels to meet them personally after they get off a 40 million dollar plane, a Lt. who’s scared shitless of them to watch their stuff and a 2 HUMVEE escort in the rear 3 up front with mounted .50 cals and a squad of marines divided in the back 2.” The gunnery-sergeant driving said.
“Good question, did you notice that the lowest ranking person in this whole set up is a Sergeant?”
“Yeah that’s you…” The Gunny replied.
“Again who are these guys?”
Once the convoy pulled up at the base and the MOF troops disembarked to follow the general and two colonels, the third ordered the kit unloaded and brought inside the hangar where the group was walking to. All were carrying their weapons. It wasn’t really necessary, however they didn’t want Caboose to be the only one armed. Once inside and the hangar doors were closed the colonel who remained behind ordered the marines to form up and then told them to forget what they saw before dismissing them…
Meanwhile back in England
“Damn I love this tactical Tiger Stripe uniform, they even have a flag velcro patch thing!” Nero said as he pulled out an American flag patch placing it on his left shoulder with the MOF insignia on his right, while his left breast sported a “Nero” nametag and a pair of wings superimposed on top of a skull on the right with the words; ‘Death From Above’ bellow it.
“Yep they’re pretty badass; let’s find the CO or a range officer to test these babies out!” Joker agreed both men had their weapons slung over their shoulders and on their backs.
A warrant officer approached them and saluted; “you must be the pilots on the team, I assume that you guys want access to our range?”
“Yes please, and don’t salute us I don’t think our commissions are still valid.” Joker answered.
“Right, follow me chaps, I’m warrant officer Brown 3rd SAS regiment, and I will be your range officer today. Harrison told me you’d probably want to fire those beauties, Caboose customized them into carbines right?”
“Yeah how did you know?” Nero inquired.
“He does a lot of that stuff for the lads around here, we love that guy, weirdest Canadian we ever met, gets free beers the second he walks into any mess here (a bar for soldiers or officers on a base or in a regimental hall, generally divided in 3 or 4; NCMs, NCOs, senior NCOs and Officers). We have to stock up on that Molson Export stuff constantly. This way please, oh one thing never ever walk around with loaded weapons, even if you guys are MOF, its standard safety SOP.”
Both men ejected their mags at the same time catching them in the air and placed them in the tactical vest in the same time then exchanging props at the impromptu chorographical move after apologizing to the senior NCO for the breach in safety protocol.
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Posted 3 minutes late sorry, last minute revisions! Anyways hope you guys are liking it, I kinda feel this more or less an extension of the prologue, however I hope it will get a few of you guys excited (no not that type of excited Lewis). Anyways I would really appreciate constructive comments or suggestions or simply regular comments.
-edit- New readers start from the beggining, (it makes more sense that way, well the later ones anyways are at least more plausible, kinda for now Muhuhaha. That’s right we are going back to weird sci-fi plots next time around! Or maybe not, I'm not sure yet, it’s not meant to be realistic so please stop sending me PMs or emails with WTF in the title, I do not reply to those anymore, if you want to comment sign up on the boards and/or comment there). Anyways second announcement in the same post none the less! Joker, Lewis you guys seem to be in most of the episodes since your introduction in Infiltrators you might as well be members of the MOF officially! Prepare yourselves play a more active role beyond playing on your X-Boxes. I mean the Hind needs to flown and blow stuff up by someone right?
Edited by General Kirkov, 20 January 2010 - 14:25.
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) so yes I'm not dead and yes this story will be finished! No promises on RS-R or even the Terran Invasions series, I was thinking of something new to start on so when I find some time a pilot might be written down.
, the basic premise has been drafted so I'm working on a tittle. So the prologue for the 8th episode will be up sometime next week or the week after that.
