Last assignment...right into my first assignment. [[OpFor Background Story]]

NightTrace · 07/10/2007 08:50:17

My hands clenched again, this was always the worst part of any operation. Waiting for the last few seconds to trickle past, and for the final o.k. to be given. I readjusted once more in my seat, watching the sprawling urban landscape move underneath me, and the hum of the rotors filled my ears.

???: On my mark Taylor.

My head jerked back level, watching the skyline instead of the rooftops whipping past. It took a moment to place the voice, as lost in my own head as I had been. But the moment faded and I confirmed my understanding.

Specialist John Taylor: Understood, sir!

Just another day in the City it seemed, some new whack job had shown up. I swear this City never slept. First it was the international terrorist Morpheus, he had done untold damages, killing innocents in fire bombings that hadn't even left corpses for the family members to mourn. Then the drug addled "redpills" started up this noise about a man made of flies killing people off with single shots of his pistol. Now we had this, this was as big as Morpheus had ever been. Some whack job had broken off from his particular sect of Redpills, and apparently had gotten his hands on some serious mil-grade hardware. People were claiming he had lasers and the like, but you hear everything. Intel on the guy is weak at best, though the Sarge says that we got contacted by some suits with more background on the ringleader.

Sarge:15 seconds till target location... 10...5...GO GO GO!!!

The UH-60 stopped its forward movement, the pilot perfectly executing the maneuver, rocking the choppers nose up just slightly, so that all forward momentum ended. The rope went over the side, and out we went. All five of us, full of what the brits would call "*CENSORED* and Vinegar", all of us the best that the US Army could produce from its recruits. Sometimes I wonder when I think back on it now, I wonder if I would have been better off just not grabbing the rope. The fast rope was a well practiced move, we were all five out of the chopper in on the rooftop within six seconds, the pilot moved his yoke forward again, and the chopper assumed a circular patrol path around the building. Two of us to either side of the buildings rooftop entrance guns having been slid from our shoulders and safety's flicked to "rock 'n roll". Sarge took point, the shotguns breaching load working as intended, shredding the lock in one pull of its trigger. He let the gun drop from his hand, the sling letting it fall to his side, and he brought his main weapon to bare, Heckler & Koch MP5-A4 30 rounds of 9mm locked and loaded. He moved in and we followed. Aside from the initial sound of the gun turning the door from barrier to minor annoyance, we now moved silently, a well oiled death machine.

Sarge: Subject was reported on the fifth floor, we will be breaching the target floor from this stairwell.

Sarge's words came in loud and clear, even though if we didn't have our headphones we'd have never heard a sound. Technology was a wonderful thing. A simple throat microphone ensured that while our targets didn't hear a word, that we were always well informed of what our squad was saying. We moved down the stairway slowly, making sure to check landings below us for would be ambushers. We hit the fifth floor within no time at all. This time I was on point, our leap frog approach having put me to the door first. My hand reached out and I slowly tested the doorknob...open, which ment unless our mark was watching the door, he wouldn't even hear us coming. Thats when *CENSORED* went right to hell. Our ears were graced with the sound of static breaching our comm line while at the same time we heard an explosion from outside. We all tensed, I'm positive that you could have smelled our tension. Sarge hailed our chopper.... nothing.

Sarge: Move in...now. Mission is go.

Specialist John Taylor: Sar..

That was all I managed to say before he cut me off with a look that could have melted steel. I opened the door and we moved inside, my squad mates taking up flanking positions. The room would have looked like a normal office building, save for two things that set it apart. The first was the gaping hole in the wall that had seemingly been melted straight through the brick and mortar, and the second was the tall lanky figure with a grin spread ear to ear, the guy was positively glowing...green to be exact. I knelt down and opened fire first, my M-4 losing three rounds of 5.56 mm justice toward the green glowing freak. Then, the sonofa***ch wasn't there. He was behind Sarge, his arms wrapped tight around Sarge's neck.

Target: HI FOLKS! THIS IS GOING TO BE OVER SOON, I PROMISE. DON'T WORRY THOUGH, IT'S ALL JUST THE START OF UNLIMIT!

If I ever forget the guys grin, I'll be able to die a happy man. He broke Sarge's neck. Right there, dropped him like he was a four year old kid. Then in an instant he was next to Rick, and Ricks arm was bent opposite of the elbow, his gun discharging into Steve. The freak dug his fingers into Ricks neck and just ripped his throat out. Steve fell from the gunfire, his gun went off and caught me in the thigh, I went down to the floor, a picture from the wall was hit in the spray and feel, the shattering glass sounding out louder then my cry of pain. Green boy stomped Steve's head in, a sickening pop filling the room. Jim just stood there...he had fallen to the ground and had lost it. He was hyperventilating and he was as good as gone. The Target laughed, and stepped toward him, his hands stretching to his sides and then coming out in front of him together, that freaking green glow of his shot out and fried Jim, turned him into a pile of ash. I heard glass shatter somewhere behind me, and then the door came open again. Three men walked in as though they were in no way caught off guard by what was happening. They wore black suits, and dark glasses covered their eyes. In unison their hands leveled on the target, three big pistols, Desert Eagle's black as night, were brought to aim, and they fired at once. The Target cried out and then lay silent. He had taken the rounds to the head. Three .50 AE's to the face will do wonders for you're life, so long as you were wanting it to end. The three men pivoted on their heels and then paused.

Man One: One is still alive...

Man Two: He has exceeded all projections...

They all turned back around, staring at me, as though they were looking into my soul

Man Three: Come with us Mister Taylor. We have a job for you...

Not much to tell after that. I had just witnessed my first act of Machine efficiency, had just seen my first team of Agents. I moved after them slowly, the bullet that had hit me seemingly having shocked me more then done actual damage, and after a moment I moved at a regular speed. We moved downstairs, and after a pause, they opened the door and went outside. I followed. I expected a horrible scene of burning twisted metal, the explosion having been without a doubt caused by the freak inside blowing our ride out of the sky. I was greeted with a slightly overcast sky. Nothing was there.....I looked up...the building was fine...I was stunned.

Man One: We are going to introduce you..

Man Two: To some associates of ours...

Man Three: They are like you, always above projections.

Man three paused for a moment, two fingers touching his earpeice.

Man Three:Captain Yasamuu will meet you this address. You will listen to him, and from there make your decision on if you want to accept our job offer.

Man One: Good evening, Mister Taylor.

John Taylor: Hey just...

They ignored me, didn't even look back, just moved to the street where they got in their waiting car and off they went. I looked at the PDA that the one man had given me. On its softly glowing display was an address for a place not even two blocks away. I felt stupid, humping it two blocks through Camon, in my full BDU, but I did it with trained efficiency. The place was on the third floor, and I was glad when I saw the lift had were no civilians inside. I slid the door shut and the lift slowly rose. On the third floor and a man was waiting for me with a smirk on his lips.

???: Welcome to the suck recruit. I'm Yasamuu, Captain Yasamuu but thats neither here nor there right now. Fact is, you've come to quite the cross roads in you're life, Specialist E-4 John Taylor, and you get the honor of choosing which direction you take.

He paused, and I almost laughed, taking it for dramatic effect.

Yasamuu: You have been living out your life, and doing a great job of it. You have served you're country for years now. No wife, ex or otherwise, no kids, and not even a girlfriend. But you have done your duty to your country time and time again. I am authorized to present you a chance to serve something higher then your country. I can give you the chance to serve all of mankind. I can tell you how that lunatic killed you're squad, and I can teach you to be better. I can tell you who those Suits were. Its all up to you. If you want to take the next step. Open the lift door and meet me in the next room. Or...continue on Specialist, and you will find a car outside waiting to take you back to your base.

He turned and entered the next room, leaving me alone to ponder my own fate. I tried to rationally review what I had just seen...and I couldn't. I wanted to know how that freak had done what he did, I wanted to be better then the sob. I opened the lifts doors and walked into the next room.

Yasamuu:You've just taken your first steps into finding out what the Matrix is...but before we get into that, you're going to need a handle. Got any ideas?

Specialist John Taylor: A handle...yeah I got one. "OpFor"

Yasamuu: Whatever floats your boat Op, I'm going to need you to sit in that chair for me, and listen to everything I say, understood?

OpFor: Sir, yes sir.

To Be Continued...

**TonyJaa**

Very good!!

**oranos**

Welcome OpFor.

-Captain Samael

**Madbent**

Good read!

**ry4n**

As faction leader of Systematic Chaos, Ronin, and Silent Shadows (not to mention ambassador of the entire Machinist organization), I welcome you.

I will be merging all three factions into one shortly. Stay tuned!

**Bayamos**

ry4n wrote:

As faction leader of Systematic Chaos, Ronin, and Silent Shadows (not to mention ambassador of the entire Machinist organization), I welcome you.

I will be merging all three factions into one shortly. Stay tuned!

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No. But you win the internet SMILEY

**oranos**

ry4n wrote:

As faction leader of Systematic Chaos, Ronin, and Silent Shadows (not to mention ambassador of the entire Machinist organization), I welcome you.

I will be merging all three factions into one shortly. Stay tuned!

All hail Emperor Epsilon. He will merge the Machinist organisation into one cohesive unit that shall be known as "T3H N1NJ4H FAIREHZ OF N0T-Z10N 4 N30"