Declassified #4

The door to Swansons (Bjørns handler) office would slowly creek open, causing the man to slide back in his chair, slamming his fist into a button on the wall. Bjørns eyes lock with Swanson as he watches the man lean back in his chair, pointing toward the wall. Bjørns eyes follow his finger and watches as a section of the wall turns around to show a glass case. A uniform and its armor were on a mannequin. Three weapons were hung up beside it. "This is the Uniform that the Navy Seals are Currently using. Those are just a few weapons that have been created recently as well. The odd looking one is the Titus-6. It fires explosive flechettes but also has a shotgun under barrel. You'll be equipped with one of those at all times courtesy of the C.I.A."

Bjørn looks at the uniform and the Titus-6 whole listening to Swanson speak. Once the man was done speaking, he'd turn to his handler with a confused look on his face. "Where the hell did all this tech come from? Three years ago, I was going to Raid Menendez compound with an M4. How is all this stuff out?" Bjørn was seriously confused. The jump in technological advancement didn't make any sense to him.

"That question leads me to my next talking point," Swanson replied, leaning down to dig in the drawer to his desk, pulling out some plastic that was neatly folded into a square. He'd toss it down onto the desk near Bjørns current location. Swanson would roll back and hit the button on the wall once again. The section of the wall that was housing the Navy seal uniform and the weapons would turn back around, making it look like just the wall once more. However, another segment of the wall would spin around. The glass had an odd red arrow pointing upward. "The jump in technology as of recent can be blamed on a little company called Atlas. This is a new prototype armor that they are creating and want you to test. They request you wear the plastic before putting it on. That way, they can see if the armor causes any harm to the wearer whatsoever. Though I do have to say. No plastic, no armor.. "

Creator

Bjørn grumbled, grasping the plastic on the desk before slipping on the plastic suit. He stared at Swanson with a dull look on his face. He was not enjoying this, Swanson however was laughing his ass off. "Hahaha! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It'll look better with the armor on. Go ahead, " Swanson says while trying to hold back a laugh. Reaching underneath his desk to flip a switch. This switch would cause the glass to slide back, allowing Bjørn to take the armor off the mannequin. The armor was surprisingly lightweight for how protective it seems. "Hmm...seems Atlas knows what they are doing," the Super Soldier says as he watched the glass slide back into place and the wall turn back around.

"Hey. At least it looks cool, right?" Swanson kicks his feet up on the desk. "You're being sent to the USS Obama. There, you'll link up with Seal Team Six. There should be a familiar name among them. Their leader, Callsign "Section," is David Mason." Bjørns attention was snatched by Swansons' words, swiftly turning his head to lock his eyes with his handler. "Mason?" Bjørn questions he had completely forgotten about David, it'd been extremely long since he'd seen him. "Like father like son?" Bjørn questions further. Bjørn knew the seals were good, but if David were any bit as good as Woods said, Alex was...Menendez is going down. Swanson nods. "Haha... yeah, every bit as good as his father. Your ride is here. Oh! And you've got a small team of Raiders to accompany you and the Seals throughout your campaign. They should be there tomorrow. Timing is unknown. You'll know em when you see em. They'll be wearing similar armor to the seal armor you've just seen. It's just a different color."

1000

"Listen up, Raiders. We are coming up on the USS Obama now. We are gonna be surrounded by seals. Be on your best behavior, let's show em what Raiders can do. Oorah" the five other Marine Raiders raise their fists and beat it against their chest."Oorah!" They chanted in unison. Whiskey 2-1 looks at his small team of Raiders with a smile. He knew shit was about to hit the fan, so he was soaking up the moments of quiet as much as he could.

"You didn't mention much about him. Who exactly is this "Texan" the C.I.A. requested us to accompany in this campaign against Cordis Die?" Whiskey 2-3 pipes up, his question causing the other Raiders to quiet down. Whiskey 2-3 himself was from Arizona. He could handle the heat and the heat of battle even more. He's been in the game for a while, so he knew what to expect.

Whiskey 2-1 paused for a moment. The feeling of eyes on him becoming more apparent by the second. "I wasn't told much about him, myself. I asked Marines that claimed to work with him in the past, though they weren't allowed to tell me much of anything. If the C.I.A. wants the Raiders to accompany him...best believe he's good at what he does. Just let me do the talking." Whiskey 2-3 nods, not saying another word on the subject. If Whiskey 2-1 had known more. It wasn't going to be spoken.

1100

The USS Obama comes into view for the Whiskey team as their Vtol comes over the horizon. Soon enough, the propellers to the aircraft would tip upward, allowing it to slowly land on the ships deck. The team would exit the Vtol, stepping down onto the deck of the Aircraft Carrier. Immediately, their eyes land on Seal Team Six, which, oddly enough, only consisted of three people. David Mason, Mike Harper's, and Javier Salazar, which was a significantly low number in of seal teams. Whiskey 2-1s eyes would lock with Texans, and immediately 2-1s energy shifted. His team would watch as he marched up to Texan and throws a mean right hook toward the man's jaw. Texan, as you can expect, didn't budge much. Retaliating with a mighty punch of his own, which sent the Commander to the Ground. Seal Team Six and the Raiders just stood there confused. That was until soft laughing can be heard from the man on the ground as he slowly stood up, taking off his Helmet.

What Texan saw caused him to stumble back in disbelief. His breathing staggers as a result to the shock that ran through his body. He thought he'd never see him again. "Ryan?" Texan spoke uo, his voice filled with surprise. Texan reaches down, grasping Ryan by the arm to help him back up onto his feet.

Ryan would look back at his Team, motioning for them to move up. "I went from knowing nothing about Texan to knowing a lot." He'd turn his attention back to Bjørn. "Dude. That night on the football field. What happened? I've never seen you so...Primal. did you ever hear about what happened to the kid?"

Bjørn pauses for a moment he didn't really have much with anyone for a few years after Woods and Adler took him in. "I've got no clue. The following years after that was...training." the pause told Ryan he shouldn't pry deeper into what happened after the game. "What happened?"

"well...he didn't make it. I didn't expect him to. You caved his helmet in...and his skull." Ryan ripped that Intel off like a bandaid, though it didn't seem to bother Bjørn much. He'd seen and done far worse since then.

"Guess that explains why they took me to the Rook. They were keeping me out of trouble. The C.i.A. didn't care much for my crimes, I guess." Bjørn shook it off before getting right down to business. "Alright, Raiders, some introductions are in order. I'm Bjørn I'm sure you've been briefed on while your here. To put an end to Cordis Die and to take Menendez's life. I expect nothing less. Seal Team Six here. Consists of Mason, Harper, and Salazar. Yeah, I know, a small team, but they can handle the heat. There will be plenty of other seals backing us up as well. Team Six and the Raiders as well as myself are for more...covert operations...obviously."

"What is this first grade?" Ryan piped up, tapping the name tag velcrowed on his chest piece. "Let's get to work already, tank!"

"Seems the Raiders are ready to get into it. And The Alias is Texan, jefferson" bjørn says with a sparky attitude toward Ryan, lightening up around his childhood best friend.

"I'm not calling you that shit." Jefferson smiles, socking Bjørn in the shoulder real hard as he walked toward the bridge following the Seals.

Bjørn laughs, looking at the other three of the Raider group. Juan Ortiz was Whiskey 2-3. Whiskey 2-2 was Blair no last name was given in his documents, odd. She was a sniper, though, as he could tell by the DSR50 she was carrying. Whiskey 3-4 was a heavy gunner last name, Lafayette. He didn't say anything to the rest of them as they walked by him, he didn't feel the need to. They are his team, nothing more, nothing less. Except for his best friend Ryan, of course! He promptly slapped in the back of the helmet. "Do that again and I'll shoot your ass" Jefferson chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he continued to follow the Seals.

1130

The Seals were able to track Karma to Colossus, a floating city out in sea. iral Briggs moves into the room, Seal Team Six and the Marine Raiders stand at ready til they were out at ease. "Now that we have the whereabouts of this weapon, we need to send a team in to retrieve it. Bjørn you'll link up with the Seals and accompany them. The c.i.a. has a bigger stake in this than they'd like to say. The rest of your team will be waiting nearby just in case things get hairy. We haven't got all day people. Let's get to work."

Once on the Floating City, it was mainly just a lot of walking for Bjørn, using the biometric i.d. wrist band to walk his way through security with the Seals. Once he made it to the elevator, things changed, as there were two PMCs on the other side of the elevator doors. The three men; David, Salazar, and Bjørn slowly put down their bags, bjørn grabs the Hilt of his knife that was slightly poking through the unzipped portion of the back. When Salazar moved so did he, throwing the knife which stabs directly into one of the men's chest, Salazar fires a suppressed shot and kills the other man before he could get a round off. "Good work, boys," David says as he radios Harper. "We've got PMCS likely searching for Karma as well. Keep searching but be on the lookout for anything suspicious." The group pushed through, making it to the door that was locked behind an eye sensor. As farid said before, "This is where ziggy comes in." Bjørn moves over to the door with the sensor on it, pressing his ear against it, though it was a thick metal door he was still able to hear footsteps on the other side. He'd walk back to the others before communicating quietly. "There's footsteps on the otherside of that door. Flash, then move in." He says before moving back toward the door. Once David was done with his ziggy gameplay, he'd move over to the sensory, scanning his eyes before stepping to the side. Salazar throws a flash before the three move in, moving behind cover as they began to pop off rounds iloon order to kill as many as possible before their sight came back. Once it did though, the three were already behind cover, like ghosts. Bjørn counted only 6 left, though too many for them to spring out on at the moment, do they wait, listening to the sound of hesitant footsteps. They were moving closer not only to the Seals but also to each other. Once the time was right Bjørn leaped out, grasping one around the neck before pulling their back to his chest. He'd spray the Submachine gun the enemy had in order to clear the room of the rest of the hostiles.

Once at the terminal, Section began to search the security for anything he could to find, Karma. All his attempts came up empty-handed until...

"Search security Camera image Database. Text recognition Karma" David Mason moves the screen, causing the system to lock in on a tattoo on a girls neck accompanied by the word "Match" the terminal speaks to alert them of a match. "Karma isn't a Weapon...it's a woman," Section says with a hint of surprise in his voice.

"All the more reason for us to track her down, before Menendez can" bjørn says as he is cut off by Farid in his comms, "Chloe lynch. Former employee of Tactitus, recently resigned." David speaks up once more, saying "now that we have her name, we can track her location on the ship. Club solar. Farid, open the CRC room door."

Salazar and Mason stand on both sides of the door while Bjørn is further down the hallways leaning against the wall for cover, once round begin firing off he moves up to aid his allies in taking out the Pmc on board the ship. "Harper, Karma is not a weapon. It's a Girl, sending you her image now," Texan Grumbled, within no time Harper replies. "Got it...that's the chick I saw in the elevator moving to the Club now."

The three put their weapons away, once they make their way back to the public area, turning down the elevator hallway once more..Bjørn and Mason move in to meet back up with Harper in Club solar. Suddenly, a video box appears on the left side of his sunglasses, it's Harper's point of view, confronting Karma and informing her that Pmcs are on the way. Sent by Raul Menendez.

It was just a lot of walking after that making their way to the Club, this walk was simultaneously the fastest Bjørn has taken and the longest at the same exact time. However, once inside, they got right down to business. Mason grasps Chloes arm, demanding they leave.

'Bang'

A shot rings out bringing Bjørn attention to Defalco as he grabs a woman. Bjørns blood started boiling as he sees the man once again after so long...the prison...the memories all flooded back. "Chloe lynch" Defalco calls out. Bjørn wanted to push forward but Mason's words stop him, "He's got hostages, hold fire."

'Bang'

Screaming erupts out as Deflaco sends a round into the back of that Poor woman's head. Bjørn simply couldn't watch anymore. He bursts out of the crowd toward Defalco, Mason and Harper are quick to shoot the Pmcs surrounding The man. Bjørn tackles The Terrorist

'Bang'

Another shot rings out between Defalco and Bjørn..the Terrorist had sent a round between the protective plating of Bjørns armor. Right into his lower abdomin. Bjørns eyes dialate completely this time. His cradle takes control once again in this time of need. Nothing but instincts take over, like an animal, or beast... monster even. Biologically, the second best tools we have are...our teeth. He grasps defalcos chin, forcing his head back before sinking his teeth into the man's throat. He'd whip his head back and forth, ripping the man's throat out. Defalco was left there, gargling his own blood, the Raider team was called in to cover their ass til they could make it to the Vtol. Luckily, they had Karma in their possession, but Bjørn was seriously injured. "Hold pressure on his wounds, Harper. Though do not stitch him up...we are under strict orders...if he gets hurt...let them handle it."

To be continued