Otto circled the building at a distance, wondering to himself what the fuck was going on... Well, whatever it was he just wished he was back in GSG-9, back with the guys who could get the job done, and get out, in under two hours. He blinked a few times, trying to fight away the groginess, he dozed off only for a split second, but in that split second, he didn't hear or see the RPG-7 launched at his chopper, when he finally noticed it, the only thing he had time to say over the comm was, "Not fucking agai-" As there was a shuddering explosion at the rear end of the chopper, Otto could feel it falling to earth, but he couldn't see, the smoke outside was too much, but he watched the altimiter in horror, he knew he could do nothing...

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Otto finally blinked away the blackness in his eyes, upon which remembering what happened he quickly gathered his equipment. Then, departed from the flaming wreck, unkowingly towards the White House...

((OOC: Wow. Can i just please ask to maybe not go so fast with the Roleplay? I mean , I know it's like so epic and amazing that we all have to post, but i miss quite alot of what's happening. It's that damn school! Great that we're progressing with the story but y'know , just a polite suggestion hehe ))

Clint grinned at the eagerness of Sean and watched as he rushed forward , taking out the turret gunner and his accomplice with a well thrown grenade. He sprinted behind him keeping close and firing suppressive bullets. They rushed into the lobby to find it almost deserted. The lobby looked in a terrible state and a sad yet familiar sight met Clint's eyes. Sat behind the desk was a young , blond haired woman. A bullet had pierced her between the eyes. Clint walked over when the threats had been disposed off and beckoned for Sean to follow. He ran his fingers over her eyes closing them respectively.
He tapped his TAMC and muttered to HQ," R6 so far we have one Civilian casualty, and from the images on the video feed no doubt we'll need Casevac but-" Clint was cut off from speaking as he heard a loud bang from the floor above him.
"HQ we gotta go , we have a possible threat , 1st floor.." he finished , gripping his G3KA4 tightly , before sliding a new magazine into the gun. he nodded to Sean quickly then took up a position behind a wall , gaining a view on the stairs.
"Lieutenant Hannover , watch the elevators..." he motioned towards the two large metal doors.
To his surprise he spotted sparks coming from the left elevator and he remembered the accident. A loud heavily accented voice boomed down the stairs,
"SHIT! Someones here , go get Vishka!" and then the unnerving noise of a gun cocking. The masked terrorist stood at the top of the stairs , waving around what seemed to be an AK-47.
Clint peered around the corner then nodded to Sean quietly signaling silencers. he reached down and attached a large silencer to his G3, screwing it on tightly. he put a finger to his lips , then winked before turning out of cover and firing a single shot into the man's head, splattering blood on the sandy coloured wall behind him.
The elevator's behind him suddenly clunked into action and he spun on his heel , aiming his gun at a dark figure that approached.
"Who the fu- wait ....you're NSA aint you?" Clint asked , slightly aggressively. He looked at the man's suit and gear still holding his weapon at the man who walked forward with his hands raised laughing gently. He carried to hold his weapon in the air for an awkward minute or two before saying.
"What are you doing here? And more importantly ...what the fuck is goin' on?" Clint asked with a slight growl to his tone...

Mike watched as Mike rolled off "Well it's a good thing I come from a wealthy Family, they'll pay the med- Oh no! Family! Agh! I Can't let them know I have been shot"

Just then, the nurse whome he had been oogiling before-Andrea- walked in, cordless phone in hand "It's for you, sir" She said, handing Mike the phone

"He...hello?" He stammered
Everyone in the ward probably heard his sister scream into the reciever, "How could you have been shot!"

"It was a lucky shot.....they got the better of us...No!...yes...yes....Well dad can pay for the bill....what do you mean bought a Pontoon boat?......he can still pay...how do you expect me to find....ah....$6,000?......no I am not a prostitue" He laughed and continued "Im ok.....yes, tell mom I send my love....tell Deanna.....she's engaged? Hm, its about time my older sister started playing the field....yes....no......no....well ok then, good bye....what? .....friends?...oh I think this Miss 'Andrea' is a nice person" He laughed, weanking at her "Ok then...goodbye, I'll see you at thanksgiving...yea....bye!" He said, turning off the phone and handingg it to Andrea

"Where'd Kaedai go?" He asked as he stood up, his arm pierecing in pain "Gah..Advil hasn't kicked in yet..." He said as he walked out of the Ward, and began to search for Kaedai.

((<.< Hehe sure Selik. Apologies. Damn school, totally agree with you there. Lol >.>))

A man looked up from the computer into the screen, confused at first. “Who the hell are you? And how did you get this computer?” He seemed to think for a few moments before asking another question. “Answer this wrong, and we will disestablish the link immediately. Who sent you?”

Kaedai cocked a quizzical look at the screen. "Ki-" No, that wasn't it. She told him...another name. It was right on the edge of his consciousness, there and not. It nagged at him for a moment before he remembered. "Terra. Terra sent me. Sir, what's going on?" He looked around for a second. The walls would focus the sound, but he was positive no other women were on the base, except for the nurses. But they had their own private bathrooms. He looked back to the screen, waiting for an answer.

The man in the screen burried his head in his hand. "Damn...If you had said Kiidaa, then I would have suspected you someone trying to infiltrate her as that would have meant she was still with Rainbow and she wouldn't have given this computer to a Rainbow operative when she was still with you guys. Terra means shes..back with them...and if you said Leyna, that meant shes dead."

He turned to one of the men sitting at a desk behind him. "You, I want specific diagnostics on her condition and where she is at all times. I don't know what the hell shes doing back with them so early. She wasnt scheduled to leave with them for a few more weeks. This only means that the damn NSA agent screwed things up..."

He turned back to Kaedai, shaking his head slightly. Carl had short cut grey hair, wrinkles across his forhead, and a weird scar along his cheek. he was wearing a white collared shirt, and a dark red jacket that he had taken off lay behind him across the back of his chair was covered with various medals and pins.

"By the looks of you, you definately had a run in with them didnt you? Im General Carl." He said, saluting him. "General of the SCG group, and it appears your..." He looked down at his computer and clicked a few keys before looking back up. "Major..Kaedai. Of the Bravo squad...? I expected you to be Alpha not Bravo.." He looked back up at Angel with a questionable look, but then shrugged it off. "What can I do for you son?"

He looked at the man for a second, then Kaedai explained what happened since they hotdropped in. He explained their imprisonment, the interrogation, the hasty rescue, all of it. "Now, sir, I don't mean to be pushy, but what the hell is she doing there?" He heard steps outside the door. "Wait." He whispered. The steps got closer and closer, then farther and farther. He breathed a sigh of relief then turned back to the General. "Okay, we're good."

“I have been sent here by the NSA as you know and to be honest I would have thought you would have known what was going on. Here I have got the data of the building its floors and heat signatures.” He gripped a wire at his side and plugged it into Dave wrist computer. “Your TAMC may have the same port” He said as he gripped Clint’s arm and plugged the wire in. He moved his index finger onto the screen and tapped a few bars on the screen before an upload bar appeared and filled up fast. “There that is the building plan. Oh yeah I guess I best tell you I have a sniper hunting me and some by what I heard heavy troops so I best go by myself.” Dave said as he unplugged the wire and turned around to leave attaching the wire to his waist as he did. “I will go ahead if you need me you can use this frequency. 450006782561. Okay I will be here somewhere.” He said before he ran towards the stair shaft. “Cheryl how long do you think it will take me to find these hunters then?” Dave growled out as he ran up the stairs.

“Ohh about twenty minutes I guess try getting attention on your self.” She answered

“I will try, hey di-“ Dave was broke short as one of the doors on his right opened and he was knocked over. A heavy armoured terrorist walked out and turned around to face him. Two other men followed but they all looked the same by the amount of armour they wore and the balaclavas that covered there faces.

“We have got him.” One of the terrorists shouted as the wrist computer started to beep. Dave glanced at it and saw the laser was on his back telling him a sniper was looking down on him from higher up the stairs.

“Cheryl they found me” Dave grunted

“They sure did. Well come on I am sure the hard David Webb can deal with them” She said trying to make humour of the moment.

“Please shut up Cheryl” he growled as he pushed himself up off the floor and turned around to face the men. One of the men approached him and moved his fist into Dave’s gut knocking him back a few paces before he came down with his elbow towards Dave’s head. Dave grabbed the terrorists arm before it hit him and twisted it round and snapped it with his leg before throwing him over the banister. He dived forward at the other two men and tackled one to the ground snapping his neck in the process before he swung his leg out and knocked the last man over. He grabbed the guy next to him and lifted him onto him struggling to keep the man still but it was too late for him. The sniper fired as Dave had lifted the terrorist on top of him to take the bullet for him but the sniper didn’t stop with one bullet. He let round after round out of his PSG1 each one embedding into the heavy trooper on top of Dave until the dreaded click edged around the room. Dave heaved the bloody bullet ridden corpse off of him and stood up and broke into a sprint up the stairs towards the sniper. His hand reached for his knife and he slid it out. His shoulder slammed into the snipers stomach and Dave slammed his blade into the Snipers back before he lifted him and threw him over the edge.

“Wow I am impressed” Cheryl said whilst she broke out laughing.

“Well it could have been worse and I have had worse. Why else would they train us the way they do.” He said whilst he took a breather on the stairs.

Carl pushed down a button on the keyboard then Kaedai’s screen went black for a second, before in large bold letters the word S. C. G. was typed across the screen. General Karrolo’s voice could be heard in the background as the picture was displayed.

“Alright, so basic’s first boy. An SCG officer is a special circumstances group officer. That’s what your girl Kiidaa is…”

As he said this the letters on the screen went to the right hand side, layering on top of each other, then spelling out what each one meant. After this a large body of text was displayed next to them, all explaining what the group was.

“In short, we’re the group that comes in when we don’t think Rainbow can handle something alone, but we have to operate in secret, since it’s like infiltrating them, but for their own benefit. Your friend is known as Operative 100000790.”

As he said this the screen disappeared and a blue background appeared. The word Operative, then Agent 100000790 was typed across the screen, and then shrank as it proceeded to the top of the page. Images of Kiidaa came up. Two were basic profile shots, one of her looking straight forward, then one of her looking to the side. Those went to the right hand side of the screen as another came up. It was one of her being stupid, sticking her tongue out while simultaneously running her fingers through her hair and giving a peace sign. Her green eyes had a weird sparkle to them and General Carl’s chuckle could be heard in the background as he saw this. That picture also proceeded to the right hand side of the screen, underneath the two profile shots. Then to the left hand side words started to appear, as Carl explained.

“First off, Agent 100000790 is known to Rainbow as Kiidaa Blanven, Sergeant Major, Support and Recon…” The text disappeared as more text was entered in. “Now comes the tricky part. To the terrorist group she is known as Terra Michelson, First Lieutenant, and Special operative.” The text once again faded as more was entered upon the screen. “And finally, to SCG she is known as Leyna Vadamir, Infiltration officer. Leyna is her real name. Her skills include the ability to infiltrate and spy on almost any organization known to man. She’s done several hundred different infiltration missions before, but none as difficult as this. She really earned her nickname Mirror because of her ability to imitate anyone, though sometimes I do have to agree the girl is stuck up with the way she looks.” He laughed slightly as he said this. The screen turned black again, and then General Karrolo’s image appeared again.

“With me so far boy? Understand?” He asked.

Mike walked through the halls, back to the Bravo Barracks room, where the bunks were. Walking in, he walked past the washroom, still calling Kaedais name

"Oi, where'd you go?" He yalled out through the empty halls, walking by the girls showers

"..You with me so far.." He heard a mans voice say, and Mike stopped. A man in the womens showers? he thought for a moment as he stopped someones getting frisky...

Hurrying away from the washroom, he began calling again

"Kaedai, sir! Where did you wheel yourself off too!"

(( O_o That was very smooth fubb..lol))

((Hehe, you wish man. ))

Kaedai listened with a growing feeling in the pit of his stomach. he couldn't figure out what the feeling was, but he felt it. Then, someone walked by. 'Dammit, it's Mike...' "Oi, where'd you go?" Kaedai stood still and motioned to the General to be quiet. Mike moved on, and he returned his gaze to the screen. Dread. That's what the feeling was, dread. He was worried about Kiidaa, Leyna, whatever. She could...she could... 'NO! She won't!' Kaedai shook his head, getting the thoughts out of his mind. Shakily, he answered. "Y...Yes, sir. I understand. So, what is her goal? Information?"

The general looked at Kaedai. "Boy, dont be getting all freaked out on me now..." The general sat back in his chair, folding his hands then putting them in his lap. "If that man was antoher Bravo operaive or Aplha operative, you don' have to be skeeping this a secret, cause' after this transmission ends I want you to go spread the word to her team mates, but NO ONE else..."

"Well, originally she worked for us, we sent her to infiltrate the terrorists, originally for information, yes. She had been sending us valuable bits and pieces, when ironically she had been issued an order. The terrorists themselves wanted her to infiltrate Rainbow. She couldn't just disagree, otherwise she would have been executed, so she had to say yes. Thats how she ended up with you guys. Now its been a two way street. Every so often she has no choice but to send the terrorist's in return the information she gathered on you, but we also continue getting our stream on information on them. I apologize for the mission's, but there was nothing we could do. Your just lucky your alive. If I remember right you said she helped you escape? Girl may act silly and stupid, but shes as cold as ice. She normally never hesitates to kill herself hostages terrorists ave' gathered when shes ordered to. And I guarentee that her commander over there ordered her to execute you and your friend. I dont get her sometimes..."

He stood up from his chair and started pacing a bit around the front of his desk. "So son, anything else you wanted to know?"

Kaedai took all of the information in, nodding every so often. "So she IS with us..." He muttered. Looking around and sighing heavily, he actually just noticed the bathroom around him. REALLY noticed it, as in what was there. There were a few stalls, a few sinks, some lockers, and the showers. But it was much better-looking than the Men's, though that was to be expected. There were MANY more men here than women, so this bathroom would be little-used. "Just one thing, sir. How long is she under cover?"

Shaking his head he sighed deeply, taking his seat again.

"Boy..I will be upfont and honest with you. We truly didn't expect her to be going back to that damn place until a few more weeks. At this point the girl has three options:

1. She can wait until the terrorist threat is gone.
2. She can pull the plug on the operation herself, and she has a small chance of getting out of that place alive.
3. She waits until shes discovered by them. And that, unfortunately, means death.

And you have to know, seeing as she helped you escape her chances for being caught are pretty high now. But you also have to understand, she knew the risks of this mission, knowing that its most likely she was going to end up dead, but she agreed that the information she's been sending us is invaluable. But I'm only going to warn you once. Leyna is capable, very very capable. She will do whatever it takes to not be found out. Chances are that the next time you meet her she wont hesitate to kill you, simply to save her cover. You understand that, and understand it well."

"Yes, sir. I understand." Kaedai saluted and nodded, closing the connection. Replacing the tile and re-mounting his wheelchair, Kaedai quietly exited the women's bathroom and returned to the medical bay, where the nurses helped him get back into the cot. Looking over to the opposite cot, he noticed Mike was gone. "Nurse, where is Mike?" She shrugged and walked over. "He went looking for you awhile ago, and never came back. Just wait." She smiled and walked off, leaving Kaedai to his thoughts.

Clint didn't like the NSA. He never had. They may be there for the good of the country and all that bullshit but America wasn't HIS country. He was just here to stop innocent people from being killed. He wiped his mouth with his glove then inspected the layout. He never knew the Empire State Building was so intricate. He knew that the majority of the hostages must be around the middle or upper floors. The terrorists were too smart to keep them up near the roof. That's the first place they'll expect an assault from.
"Right got ya...but you better at least drop a few ruskies on your way back up." he called as he saw the man disappear. He shook his head and loosened his grip on his gun slightly but remmebered that the dead man laying at the bottom of the stairs had called for backup.
"Hannover...get ready lad , they'll be flooding down those stairs in a minute or two..." Clint said through gritted teeth. He placed a small C4 packet at the foot of the stairs , then ran back and dived behind a turned over table for cover. He raised his gun over the table , holding it with one hand while the other reached for the detonator. A few minutes later a heavy-built man wearing urban camo burst down the stairs holding an M249 SPW. Clint clicked the C4 and watched as the heavy man burst into pieces from the blast of C4 rocketing chunks of flesh down the stairs towards them. He heard screaming and yelling , muffled from upstairs and waited. Posed to pull the trigger of his gun...

After his little rest Dave had started to sprint up the stairs again knowing that he wasn’t being hunted no more felt good for a while but he couldn’t let his guard down just in case he missed one. The shaft of stairs reached up forever and he remembered looking down from it. “Cheryl now ……. I am linked………. Into the …… rainbow computers….. Can you send all there….. Messages or links ….. Too me…. I have to know what is happening myself.” Dave said taking deep breaths as he ran.

“Yeah sure won’t take a moment” She said happily as he ran. For some reason she was happy most of the time and Dave didn’t understand it but he tried not to think about petty things like that. He had just reached the thirtieth floor and felt his legs go numb but he had to fight through the pain. His foot steps echoed for a long time but eventually he hit the darkness of the upper levels and flicked his night vision goggles on. A loud scream came from a door on his left and Dave stopped suddenly and looked at it. Darkness surrounded him and the world was black only to be interrupted with this scream of pure fear.

“Cheryl get Rainbow to the thirty-fifth floor ASAP” He said quietly as he edged towards the door. He pushed it open quickly and stepped into the room closing it silently behind him. The room had a higher ceiling than the other rooms and it must have been a meeting room because its roof reached up too twice the height of a normal room and paintings hung on the wall. A lone pipe went up one of the walls and stretched along the ceiling and then he saw the woman who had scream. Two men were on top of her doing things that shouldn’t be done to a woman. Dave’s hand glided down to his pistol and he aimed at the men above the woman that had been striped. Two clicks came from His gun as he fired and the two men slumped over dead there blood covering the woman. She let out another scream and ran across the room knocking things over as she did.

“Dave clean her up” He heard Cheryl say desperately. Dave sprinted over to her quickly and grabbed one of the terrorist’s jackets as he passed. The woman had slumped down in a corner and her eyes were shining green in the night vision and he could see she had been crying because the tears had a sheen to them.

“It is okay stop” Dave said trying to keep calm at what he had just seen. He approached her and crouched next to her covering her with the jacket as she shook in fear.

“They were demons it wasn’t normal” She said fear still freezing her. “It is you, I know you they talked of you on Sunday.” A new hope emerging from her as she reached forward to grab him.

“What are you talking about” Dave said as he tried to keep her covered in the jacket.

“You are the son of god who else would have come when I was praying for you.” She said as she reached an arm out flailing for him.

Dave shook his head before he spoke “I am not the one you believe I am just a shadow from within the light”

The lady sat still and looked at his silhouette “I thank you then demon I hope Christ will forgive you” She said as she checked the jacket was covering her now.

“Stay still and wait here there will be help soon and if not I will come back for you” Dave said as he stood up and walked towards the door he had came through the faint breathing of the woman filled the room but calmed down after a few moments before he left the room.

Kiidaa, who was actually Leyna, was escourted back to the terrorist commander's office. "Take a seat..." He said, and Leyna did as she was told, sitting down in the seat in front of her desk. He pointed to a screen hanging on the wall. "Would you please explain this?" The screen flickered on and the a video tape appeared, showing Kaedai giving Leyna a hug before he took off in the plane. Her eyes widened as she watched it, and a queezy feeling came from her stomach. Oh god...

It was about 6 P.M., so Kaedai decided to get some dinner. He hopped into his wheelchair and rolled through the white hallways to the mess hall. No one was there, good. He needed quiet time. Moving over to the buffet that was already laid out, he chose a few slices of pizza, a small salad, and two bottles of water. The moved over to one of the tables and pushed the chair out of the way to make room for him. He ate in silence, alone, thinking. He'd been through quite a day. First the entrance, then the capture, the imprisonment, and their escape. He switched his thoughts to Kiidaa. 'No...her name is Leyna...' It was strange, he knew Kiidaa, but Leyna, even though being the same mentally and physically, was a mystery to him. Was she the same? Or was it all an act? Kaedai didn't know, he just kept eating his pizza.