TomClancy thread. :(Closed - Starting,)

[The Zango]

Drake bristled at the mention of Splinter Cell and began silently shaking his head. He also noted that once 'CO' had removed his balaclava, that a slight hint of surprise played on Cheryl's face.

'Another Splinter Cell perhaps? Doesn't matter, I've got the drop on him if he decides to fuck me over...'

"Listen buddy I don't know who the fuck you are but if you keep revealing national secrets and compromising our security, I'm going to have to put you in the ground" Said Drake aggressively as he straightened from his leaning position on the wall. He didn't like all the unknowns that were to do with this OP and especially the unknown that just took of the balaclava.

"What the hell are you thinking? Exposing Splinter Cells in front of these people! Ghosts and HAWX barley have clearance over civilian level and you are sharing national secrets?!"

Drake had un-noticibly had untucked his shirt, he'd have even more of an advantage if he didn't have to fumble around with that bloody thing to bring the SOCOM to bear on all the targets.

He stared into the eyes of the man, his shades giving him an even colder demeanour. The tension was palpable and all it would take is one tiny disturbance to trigger the shit storm...

 

[Anah'ya]

Cheryl shifted her posture. She squared her shoulders, straightened her back and took a calm step forward. It didn't exactly put her between Drake and the source of his agitation, as much as it put her into a vulnerable position should the cowboy lose his temper.

"Stand down, Agent. Unless, of course, you want to shame the Agency in front of these gents. They're no more in the know than you. Or me. But unlike them, we're in a position to understand that. Don't you think?"

She tossed a quick glance over her shoulder at their new CO ('What the hell is he thinking? What the hell was Grimsdottir thinking?'), then directed her attention back to Drake.

"We've been reassigned. Boo-Hoo. Suck it up. I know I will. 'm not fancying losing my job."

 

[Xero Scythe]

Damien suddenly turned cold. "Chaos. Shut up and calm down. Think for one fucking second. If this man knows about Splinter Cells, and they're as special as you think, that means he's either one of them or he is as damn high up as you can in the military chain. That means, for the second option, he can make your life living hell, or, in the first option, end your life. So for once in your life, think before you act."

 

[Jav3lin]

Over the past half an hour or so, Sam had managed to slip a listening device inside.
He took position on a scaffolding hovering over the ground outside the warehouse.

Ten minutes ago he had decided to up and leave, but then Cheryl had walked in.
He hadn't recognized anyone else, but he had seen Cheryl around the office and in debriefing and so he decided the least he could do was give her some backup.

"Fisher?"
His surprise was not hidden from himself as he heard over his ear piece that Sam Fisher was down there in the flesh.
"I guess it's as safe a place as any now right?"

Sam's worries disappeared and he lowered his pistol into his Kevlar strap.
He had the red dot sight fixed on everyone in the warehouse at some point, trying to learn their identities, but he had done so over the listening device, all except one. The one who was causing all the trouble was difficult to read except when he freaked out over the leaking of SC information.

"So he's 3E as well ey?"

Sam made his way into the window and onto the inside scaffolding.
From there he managed to climb down unseen behind crates and walked out from the shadows like he was holding a welcoming pass and was casually walking into a nightclub.

"I hear you've been waiting for me..."
Sam smiled and stopped behind the group. His pistol was well seen in his chest strap but he didn't mind them viewing it.
He just smiled.

 

[The Zango]

"Sorry darlin' but you can't be too cautious in our line of work" said Drake as he assumed his neutral stance and posture once more before turning his head to the HAWK that had addressed him.

"He can try"

He sparked up a cigarette and turned to their CO.

"So what are we here for?"

Spoiler: @Xero

Btw again, no-body knows Drakes name, he hasn't revealed it and he's only being referred to as Chaos at the moment. Could you edit your post please?

 

[Jedoro]

Listening to all the bickering inside, Black waited for a good time to enter. Once everyone had quieted down and someone asked why they were all here, he took his left hand off of his shotgun and pushed the door open.

"I was wonderin' the same thing, actually," he announced, calmly walking inside. "Aaron Black, US Army."

 

[Anah'ya]

"Caution walks with discretion and you're not toting either of them right now, Agent."

While Cheryl's comment might have been chiding, her voice was kept in a soft, quiet tone. The last thing she wanted to see was Drakes continued defiance turning this overly curious scenario into an overly unpleasant one.

Cue two more faces to join the pot.

She tilted her head at the first of the men walking into the door--the one with the easy stride as if he had no worry in the world. "I hear you've been waiting for me..." he said, and Cheryl recognized the voice before she did the rest of him. Name and dossier (neatly filed away in her head) followed dutifully. That, and the memories of one of her last Handler assignments before she had been put to work outside of the HQ.

He'd impressed her then, something that didn't happen often. Straight to the point, focused and--well--uncomplicated.

As with Drake, Cheryl kept herself from showing the recognition. She thought she'd rather wait. Just in case. She also wondered if the newcomer even recognized her--considering Handlers were, at the end of the day, a dime a dozen in comparison to the Field Agents.

Things were certainly turning more and more interesting by the minute. Then again, she'd been interested the moment Sam Fisher had revealed his identity. Now it was just a matter of waiting. And while she did that she kept filing away whatever tiny sliver of information she could gleam from the lot around her; names they revealed, attitude, postures, and affiliation.

She liked knowing things.

 

[Jedoro]

Propping the shotgun's barrel on his shoulder, Black approached the group but stopped around twenty feet away.

"Y'all look like you know each other, and you haven't tried to kill me yet, so can someone fill me in?" he asked, hoping no one here had the intention of fighting him. He was good, but he knew a handful of groups were better.

 

[Anah'ya]

Cheryl's eyes rested briefly on the pistol latched to Sam's chest, then darted to the shotgun Mister black was sporting--and then to the firearms on the table.

"Why, everyone brought their toys but me," she murmured more to herself than anyone else.

 

[Jedoro]

"Must not use it much if you don't take it everywhere," Black replied, easily catching the woman's comment through the silence. "Chairborne Ranger?" He smiled at his own joke, trying to portray it as a friendly jest instead of an insult.

 

[The Zango]

Drake took a long puff of his cigarette and nodded to Cheryl.

Touché

Only then did he acknowledge the man that had emerged from the shadows. He'd suspected someone had been lurking up on the roof from the occasional creaks and crunches. His suspicions had been confirmed by the occasional flickers of movement in the shadows that as a Splinter Cell he was trained to detect.

He didn't even need to look at the newcomer to know that, like himself, he was a Splinter Cell.

The other man however, a shotgun brandishing, shaved bear by the looks of it, was another matter indeed, but at the moment Drake couldn't get any more alert, he would just had to wait and see what occurred. All whilst keeping the fingers in his left hand dangling in his belt loop, a few inches from the SOCOM.

 

[Jav3lin]

Sam smiled and walked toward the table bearing all the firearms.
"Well, I want to be on my best behaviour so here -I surrender my weapon for your good graces"
He said with a cocky smile and a knowing nod toward Cheryl followed by a stealthy grin.

He unhooked the strap and grabbed the pistol from it.
He removed the magazine and cocked the barrel to make the last bullet shoot out of it.
Then he placed the magazine and pistol onto the table carefully.

"There... now, by my count that's everyone, and I already know what all of you are"
He said in a secretive tone, like a snake sneaking up behind you.

 

[Jedoro]

"Well damn, I wouldn't want to be left out of the unarmed club," Black said, walking up to the table. Switching its safety on, he laid the shotgun on the table, pointing it away from the group. Drawing his MK23, he removed the magazine and racked the slide, catching the last bullet. Placing the empty pistol down, he put the last bullet in his pocket and laid the magazine down by his weapon.

"Now, I been in Afghanistan the past couple years so I'm a little out of the loop on what's going on or who y'all are."

 

[Crayzor]

Tom watched as the man set his weapons down along side the others.

"I'm a soldier from the 5th Special Forces Group. So are some of the others. And none of us know exactly why we're here."

 

[capin Rob]

"Like I said earlier. You are all here to take part in joint operations. There are growing tensions in the middle east and other terrorist hubs. We are going to stop them before they escalate. I am Sam Fisher, and I will be your team leader.?

 

[Jedoro]

"So, I just got back from that hellhole, and you telling me that I'm going right back out?" Black asked, crossing his arms.

"Why ain't I surprised?"

 

[The Zango]

Drake finished his cigarette, dropped it to the floor, crushed it with his shoe and turned to regard Fisher more closely. He'd heard of the man before, took down the corrupt 3E and saved the old president.

Damn, this guy was good but look at him, he's certainly getting on abit. Still I wouldn't like to be in his sights

He'd been slightly surprised at the revelation that Fisher was leading them and now he was considering himself lucky that shit hadn't come to blows earlier.

"So we go in, dismantle their little party and ship back on out to uncle Sam? Why are Agents like me and Skippy here, isn't this more suited to Ghosts?"

As he spoke he nodded his head towards the other Splinter cell and folded his arms appraisingly. Things were certainly bad if 3E was getting involved, well that or there was a MONUMENTAL cock-up back at HQ, an occurrence that, sadly, wasn't that uncommon.

 

[Anah'ya]

Cheryl caught the second Agents nod and returned it curtly.

When her new CO presented his rather short summary of the answer to the big 'Why', Cheryl knew that she should be prying for a little more detail. Terrorists and the tensions accompanying them was casting a too wide net of possibilities.

But instead the former intelligence analyst, who used to pride herself in never sliding off the trail, found another question much more interesting. Besides, Drake seemed on the ball already.

"And what happened to retirement?" Cheryl cocked her head at him. "Sir," she added in afterthought.

 

[capin Rob]

Fisher turned to Chaos. ?Yes, this sort of mission would normally be left to Ghosts, but this isn?t a normal situation. Some of the higher ups really wanted this to be stopped, so they wanted an elite team, led by me.?

To Cheryl he said. ?Well, I wanted to be with my daughter and relax, but when the government ?Clears? your name, they won?t let it stay cleared if they need something.?

 

[Anah'ya]

"Ah. The bait and the switch," Cheryl hummed. She hooked her thumbs into the belt hoops of her jeans, and regarded the man with a silent, contemplating look.

"It's an honour. Sir. But aside from that--where do we start?"

... and how do I fit into this?