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Standing up he walked over to her. He had black wavy hair, and a short mustache, surrounded by stubble. He was wearing a green jacket, tucked into white pants, and dress shoes. "Terra, we sent you on that mission to Rainbow to gather us INFORMATION, NOT to makes friends! You let go two of the Bravo operatives, one of them WAS A MAJOR!! If we had killed him that would have taken out one damn squad right there!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, walking away from her then knocking over some items on his desk. "Do you have ANY idea how badly you screwed up?!!" Leyna watched him, calm, expecting to be shot at any moment. But instead the commander lowered his voice and spoke in a low tone, but stern voice. "But, your little screw up may work to the benefit of us in the near future. Judging by that video, he trusts you, and it could work to our benefit..." He sat back down in his chair, putting his elbows on the arm rests then rubbing the temple of his head.

Leyna spoke up, "Sir, is the NSA agent..." She was cut off short by his voice.

"Dead yet? No. Damn man must have someone helping him, we have sent some of our best men in, and cant seem to dispose of him...Terra, whats your suggestion?"

Sighing she felt a rock in the bottom of her stomach, but had to tell him what she knew, otherwise she would be completely found out. "Sir... he probably isnt alone anymore. The Alpha squad had brought in a chopper and probably met up with him after I left. That makes three people right there, but there could be four, since I was told Otto may have survived the plane crash. My suggestion is we...expend the base at this point." She bit her lip hoping he would do as she said. If the building was lost then the terrorists would lose about half of their troops.

"No, Im not ready to get rid of it, they arent a big enough nuisance yet. Anything else?" He said hopefully.

"Yessir, I suppose we can send more troops in there. I dont really know."

He nodded his head, then began to speak into a phone. "I want more troops in there. twelve this time. Six heavy tactical officers, four snipers, and two heavy ammo specialists." Hanging up he turned back to her. "Mmm. Good. I want you to return to the bunks." He said, then he stood up opening the door, waving her out.

Leyna lay down on her bunk staring up at the cieling, thinking about Kaedai. How did all of this go wrong? How did something so simple turn into something complex? She thought this then decided to go back over it in her mind.

Alright. So I work for the SCG, and infiltrated the terrorists. Then the terrorists, thinking I was a trusted officer, sent me to infiltrate Rainbow. Since then I've been forced to keep playing both sides, feeding valuable information to everyone. Its not like I had a choice though...If I didn't tell the terrorists anything, then they would know I was a spy. Then there are all these stupid names. My actual name is Leyna, Rainbow knows me as Kiidaa, and the terrorists know me as Terra.

I just..have to remember my alleigance. Thats all. I have to stay true to SCG. They've always been who I work for. So Ive got to keep my cover with the terrorists at ALL costs. I have to make the terrorists keep thinking Im a trusted officer, even if that means helping them figure out a way to kill Alpha..and even Bravo. But the information I've gathered on these men is invaluable, and I could continue to gather so much more...

So complex but at the same time is so simple its stupid. She sighed deeply, then shifted over on her side facing the wall.

They probably think I'm one of the bad guys. But Im not, im just...a triple agent thats all. Oh god Leyna, it sounds carzy. Its the truth, but it sounds insane.

The cold air of the stair well met him as he opened the door and walked into it. His eyes scanned the room before he leant over the banister and looked up and down. His thoughts strolled for a moment but he pushed that away and started to walk up the staircase. “Cheryl thanks for cutting the power” He said as he walked and was confused about what he saw. He didn’t see why people had to do that and he disliked them for it.

“It was no problem Dave.” She spoke quietly and Dave could tell she was thinking the same as him. He carried on walking, checking the floor numbers as he did. It had been a while before he reached the floor he was looking floor and even then he knew he would have to go higher after. He pushed the door open and walked into the black room. He counted three men so far and there would probably be another two in the security room of the first half of the building. “Dave I know you do not like to kill for no reason, but I think there is a reason first the elevator then the woman all of them deserve to die.” She growled at and almost shocked Dave.

“Yeah I guess so but you just stay calm I will deal with them” He said quietly as he approached the first man that was looking out a window. It didn’t take long for Dave to run his knife along the terrorist’s throat and drop him. He wiped his knife clean on the dead mans back before he put it away and pulled out his pistol. “Cheryl do you think you can return a little bit of the power to the building just to make the lights flash a couple of times.”

“Yeah that will be easy so don’t worry.” She quickly said.

“Okay now for the rest of the fuckers” Dave growled as he stood up and aimed his pistol at one of the terrorists. He pulled the trigger slowly and the bullet glided threw the air towards its target before it embedded itself in the terrorists head. The lights flashed quickly and Dave slid over to a wall listening to the screams of the last man in this room. The terrorist ran over to the body he saw on the floor whilst he could see from the flashes before it faded off and the small charge of electricity was used. His gun moved to the head of the terrorist that was alive before a short click came from the barrel and the terrorist was blown over side ways his blood spraying onto the wall. Dave walked over to the security room door and opened it quickly. These rooms had there own separate generators so that security could see what was going on at any time through out the complex. He shot the two terrorists in the room before they had a time to react and there bodies lay on the floor both bleeding badly but one wasn’t dead. A large hole was made on the side of his neck and he was dying quickly and all Dave did was kick the man before he sat on the chair in the room and watched each security feed through the building. His eyes drifted across the screen until he saw a large group of hostages and terrorists. Dave raised his left arm and tapped a few bars on the screen until he entered the TAMC system. “Clint of the umm fifty-sixth floor there are a large group of terrorists I will meet you on the forty-fifth in the security room.” He said into the computer before he closed the communication link and holstered his pistol.

To Clint's surprise not a single other man came strolling down the stairs. He waited for a good five or ten minutes before standing from behind his cover when the NSA agent's voice creeped into his earpiece.
'Clint , on the umm fifty-sixth floor there are a large group of terrorists I will meet you on the forty-fifth in the security room.' The voice told him , through a slight noise of static. He whispered to Sean ,who was busy reloading his shotgun , for them to proceed upstairs. He pointed to the working elevator and Sean walked over , activating the doors. At that very second a soft clinking noise came from down the stairs and a round dark object about the size of an orange rolled down into the lobby. Clint immediately burst for the doors diving inside , slamming his head off the shiny mirror inside the elevator, cracking it. Sean dived in and helped to force the door shut as the lobby exploded into fire and shrapnel. Clint frantically pushed the number 45 on the panel and the lift slowly began to move. Clint took this time to clip his G3KA4 back onto his back and retrieve his Benelli M3, a straight weapon swap. He slid 8 bright red shotgun shells into the gun then cocked it.
He pointed it at the doors and looked up at the dial , 5...12...23...31...39...44...45.
The door slid open and Clint half expected to be blown away by a sub-machine gun or shotgun. Curiously nothing was in sight. They had to deal with the biggest threat first , and the NSA agent had informed them that it was on the 56th floor. After they could work their way up top then assault the men below them. But surely they weren't stupid enough to leave the elevators up and running.
Clint stepped out into the hallway , followed by Sean, stepping on cracked glass and pointed his gun infront of himself , steadily watching for any armed men...

Mike sat down in his cot. Light was slowly dissapearing in the hospital ward, as were the nurses. Finnally, he could have peace and quiet, too think about all that was going on.

Staring up at the roof, he thought.

Kiidaa said she was still with us, that good, then Kaedai won't kill himself over being 'rejected', you could say...but she did kill that co-pilot in the helicopter, and she almsot got me and Kaedai killed...but she saved us too....but she didn't come back with us....she s=could just be trying to get Kaedai away safely cause she couldn't stand to see him die, or too have him know she really was a Terrorist...

Or She actually is helping us...why doesn't She rescue the president then? If she was in the entire time, why didn't she rescue the president? Or plant explosives where the terrorists were? This would have been over before it started, and no one would have been in danger! She must be working with the terrorists then....or she could just be trying to make them trust her? Agh...to much thinking, time for sleeping...

With that, Mike finnally closed his eyes, and drifted off into slumber...

General Carl stood in the front center of the headquartes, apcing back and forth a bi. Thinking hard. THe sound of workers busy around him and phones ringing off the hook made it almost impossible to think, but for some reason overtime he had been able to tune it out. Sighing deeply he finally came to terms with his thoughts and knelt down at one of the women's desks. "I need you to get on the phone and send three officers over to New York, the Empire State building. I have a bad feeling Rainbow is going to need help, whether or not the want it."

The woman seemed shocked by what he was saying. "Sir, we arent supposed to interfere with them at all! We do this and you could.." She lowered her voice a bit. "Sir, you could lose your job over this! The higher ups arent going to like it one bit. Why dont we just wait and..."

"Im done with waiting. If the "higher ups" dont get up off their asses and do something Rainbows as good as dead!" His voice errupted, stopping the chatter of the employees around him. He stood up and turned to speak. "As of this moment I am in charge of this operation. You do as I say, now get three officers down at New York to help Rainbow out right now!" The works looked at each other then went back to working, the woman stuttering, a bit frightened by his yelling. "Yessir. Three SCG officers are being shipped out now..."

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Sitting up in her bunk, Leyna couldnt sleep very well. Most times she never even let herself go to sleep. Standing up for a few seconds she immediately laid herself back down in the bed, realizing that the room was at an uncomfortable temperature. Taking a necklace she had recieved a few years ago she took it off her neck and started to twirl it, thinking about how the colors would reflect upon one of the walls as the moonlight shone through, waiting patiently until tommorwow morning which was begining to approach quickly.

The hallways were strewn with dead and dying terrorists. No sound was heard apart from the muffled, agony filled grunts of the terrorists. Every so often Clint let loose a bullet into a still alive man, listening to the sickening thud of the bullet connecting with the person's forehead. Clint lifted his shotgun in the air as he heard a footstep behind him. Sean and himself swiveled around to find nothing.
"I bet that was that fucking NSA agent, trying to mess with us... just keep concentrating....there aint no way he's cleared ALL the insurgents..." Clint whispered to Sean , who followed behind him quietly. As the duo approached a long stretch of a hallway he spotted movement at the far end. he noticed the horrifying sight of a mounted LMG, which was currently being manned.
Russian words were thrown down the corridor and then the dizzying burst of fire began to impale bullets through glass , plywood , plaster walls and anything that stood in it's way.
Clint leapt behind a thick looking wall and reached for a smoke grenade from his belt. he pulled the pin and tossed the heating piece of metal down the hall, which erupted in a puff of grey smoke.
The firing ceased. Clint tipped his night vision down and took sight with his G3KA4. Another muffled pop and the gunner was dead, his blood leaving a stain on the picture behind him.
He spun from the corner and issued for Sean to follow behind. Eventually he came across a metal door with bold black lettering.
'SECURITY ROOM'
"Let's do it nice n noisy hehe.." Clint laughed as he forcefully slapped a breaching charge on the door.
"I hope that prick isn't standing on the other side of here, otherwise he's pretty fucked...." Clint smiled, Sean laughing a little. They took a good bit of space between themselves and Clint clicked the small trigger , letting off a noisy BOOM, watching the metal door smash down in a hail of heat and rubble...

Dave turned around and quickly and launched out of the chair towards the door. The explosion had shaken him up but it wouldn’t slow him down. He hit the floor and rolled through the door gripping his pistol and raising it before diving out the door and rolling around to face them. He let five rounds from his gun into one of the men before he pushed off the floor at the other and gripped him around the neck. He forced the man to the floor and held him in a lock as the other man bled slowly. Dave glanced up at the bleeding man and aimed his gun at his head letting out the rest of the ammo in the magazine. The body slumped to the floor and Dave holstered his pistol as he dragged the other man across the floor and into the security room. Well what was left of the security room. “Dave did you just see what happened to Rainbow squad Alpha. Sean has just been killed and Clint is being dragged across the floor.” She shouted down the headset.

“Are you sure I mean I just took down to guys and one is on the floor now.” Dave said as he slammed his hand into Clint’s neck knocking him unconscious. He rolled the body over and noticed that it was Clint. “Oh crap.” He shouted “Why didn’t they just open the door I said I would be here”

“Well I am sorry but after that you have to leave the job. A helicopter will meet you on the roof.” She said quietly

“No Cheryl I am not leaving this” He growled

“I am sorry then I was told this mite happen I have seen your records and now we are going to terminate you. I suggest you start running a special NSA team are coming for you.. I am sorry but I have to disconnect.” She answered quietly before the line went blank and the static of the signal faded.

“For fucks sake” He growled as he lifted his mask up and pulled the earpiece off. He threw it at the floor and stamped on it before putting his mask back on. He looked at Clint as he lay there unconscious and he thought about killing him there and then just in case he came to hunt him down. He gripped and slid him underneath the desk in the security room before he pulled his berretta out and reloaded it. He walked out of the room and was ready for what ever was coming. He avoided the blood of the now dead Sean and didn’t really know what was happening but it didn’t matter all he knew was he had to survive he could still fix this. He broke off into a sprint avoiding the bodies of terrorists and the up the stairs.

[color=#000BF]Kaedai woke with a start, his eyes flying open. Grunting, he calmed himself and sat up. 'Go away...' He tapped his head, trying feebly to get the images out of it. Yawning wide, he stretched and swung his legs off of the cot. Putting a little weight on them, then more, and more, Kaedai tested his legs to see if he could stand. The nurses had said that they would be fine by tomorrow, but he wanted to be mobile again. Finally, actually standing up, Kaedai wobbled for a second before hobbling over to the door. Gripping the support beam, he grunted again and continued walking. A few minutes later, Kaedai was walking slowly into the mess hall. His walking had returned to normal, it was just slow, and his leg still hurt. Getting breakfast, he sat at a table and thought, again noticing he had been doing it a lot lately.[/color]

((OOC: Yay! I have finally decided to post again. Sorry for the huge lack of action but to be entirely honest, I just didn't feel like roleplaying. But I am back! Yay Again! Anyway, if anyone of you don't want to continue just PM me or say so in your next post. But hopefully this shall continue!))

Clint opened an eye, then followed with the second. The first feeling that flew into his mind was pain. He rubbed his neck and started coughing. He sat up, his eyes still blurry and adjusting to the room. For a split second he thought he was back home somewhere with his family. Then reality hit him like a kick to the groin. He was still in New York, Terrorist's still had America at hold, He still had a job to-
Clint's eyes jolted open as he sat up, noticing a body nearby, with a tinge of shiny dark liquid trailing from it's head. He sat up, groaning as his neck sent a streak of pain down his body. He rushed over to the limp form and flipped the body. He gasped as he found to his horror that it was the body of former squad-mate Sean.
"No! Shit!.....Fuck Sake....What-.....Jesus Christ...." Clint blurted, hands running through his hair in a panicked state. He placed a finger to his ear and opened the link. After a few seconds of static he finally attained a link to HQ.
"HQ...This is Major Barnes, operating in NYC, Operation Alpha. I'm afraid I...We have had a operative casualty.Yes.Yes KIA." Clint told HQ, he went on to explain who he was and what had apparently happened. But truth be told, all he could remember was blowing the charge on the security room door. He disengaged the link and walked over to the body, running his fingers down his eyes, shutting them respectively. He reached around his neck and retrieved his dog tags, slipping them into his breast pocket. He grimaced before dragging the body to a corner and taking his USAS-12 shotgun from his grasp. He attached his Benelli m3 to his back and cocked his newly attained USAS. He walked out into the hallway. He was determined to finish this mission, but he would surely need some form of help. No man could take down a full building full of insurgents alone. Could they...?

Sitting quietly in the terrorist's version of the cafeteria, there wasnt much to do. She missed the other's, missed being on a squad. Leyna had just been watching the shadow's of the night, stil not being able to sleep. Standing up she whirled around leaving the room, and had ended up in the cafeteria, but still she couldn't find something long enough to keep her attention. Curiously enough she left the cafeteria again, and began wandering the halls of the base, memorizing the rooms and where items where. Not really meaning to, but doing so anyway.

Dave slowed down on the floor where the hostages were being held, lowering himself he pulled a fibber optic camera (Snake Cam) from his belt and slid it under the door. He attached the end of the snake cam into his wrist computer and uploaded it to the rainbow mainframe and into there video links. He sent this to the rainbow operatives live before he removed the camera and pulled his goggles off his head and turned them around. He hacked the camera on the side of the goggles and sent it to the rainbow video link. “Hello I killed Sean you should have known better. I said where I was and yet you breached the door. Clint it is me Corporal Webb and we are going to have to help each other. I know you will probably have to deal with me after this but Im already getting hunted by the NSA now. Now get to the fifty sixth floor and I am moving in by myself now so hurry.” He said before he pushed the door open slightly and walked in ready to accept what may happen.

The door slowly opend, revealing the large group of terroists inside surrounding the hostages. He glanced around the room before he flicked his thermals down to confirm the targets. His hand moved down to his pistol and he unholsterd before he unscrewed the silencer. Dave took a deep breath letting the icy air seep into his lungs before he walked into the room and aimed his gun at one of the terroists. He pulled the trigger quickly letting the bullet shred through the air. It whipped through the mans skull and intot he wall behind with a dull thud. The sound of several guns clikcing could be heard as each of the terroists aimed at Dave and started letting rounds into his body. The body armour he wore cracked as he was filled with diffrent bullets. He felt himself thrown to the floor before he lost the feel of pain. Dave coughed harshly letting some blood flick up onto his face mask. his lungs felt like they had been ripped apart and he had lost the feeling in his legs. He let out another harsh cough before his world faded into a faint white.
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Dave opend his eyes and looked around. He stood up quickly and pulled his mask off. Around him were feilds but yet there was a feel of nothingness.........