Tom Clancy's Universe RP [Open Mission]

[SPARTAN-A120]

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Operation Green Containment

Universe: The Division's Alternate Universe 

Joint Task Force Callsign: Task Force Salvation 

Location: New York City, New York, USA 

Timeline: Friday, December 23rd, 2016 to New Years Day (Sunday, January 1st, 2017) 

Plot: On the day before Christmas Eve at 0653 Hours Eastern Standard Time, a biological weapon was discovered being circulated on banknotes throughout the Eastern Seaboard of the United States and is beginning to spread West. Victims who had physical contact with the contaminated money had contracted the a more deadlier strain of the Smallpox virus according to FBI's Crime Lab in Quantico, Virginia. We have not seen a Smallpox outbreak this large in scale since 1967.  

The first death was a U.S. Secret Service Agent in the Nation's capital, Washington, D.C., but we had found large concentrations of contaminated banknotes originating from the crossroads of the world: New York City. Soon after the first death, additional deaths were reported in at a rate that even the database couldn't almost handle. Decontamination zones and quarantines where setup within hours, but the containment was a failure as civilians began to riot, loot, and even attack first responders, CDC personnel, and Federal Agencies within the area. 

By dusk, the Big Apple rapidly became the Rotten Apple as panic ensued among the population. Local authorities had lost control of the situation and the City's government had deteriorated. The New York National Guard were slow to respond and were overwhelmed by problems of their own throughout the state in attempts to secure the Governor in Albany and control the chaos that was abundant.  

Directive 51 is in full effect and the few Strategic Homeland Division Agents who are already within the City are doing the best they can to control the situation. Other Division Agents along the East Coast are occupied dealing with their own assigned cities so there won't be any support from them any time soon. On the other hand, when the POTUS realized that New York City was the point of origin of the "Green Poison," he ordered the deployment of the best of the best to support the Division Agents. Ghost Recon Teams from Fort Bragg, North Carolina are enroute along with Team Rainbow enroute from Washington, D.C. Fourth Echelon already have boots on the ground, but they're Radio Silence until they make contact with our friendly units. HAWX support is standing by for close air support, but they have quite a response time since they're posted fifty nautical miles East of NYC on a Carrier. Be careful where and when you designate targets. We do not want collateral damage. 

Through the Splinter Cell Agents' surveillance, they reported homicidal Sanitation Workers with flamethrowers who targeted anyone on sight, hostile civilians with stolen firearms from local law enforcement and federal agencies, escaped prisoners from Rikers Island with NYC Department of Corrections equipment, and sighting of an unknown militia unit with "LMB" patches on their BDUs and a white circular logo to go with it. The militia were too far from the Splinter Cells to make out what the logo was. Whether these militia groups are friendly or hostile, I recommend caution until positive ID has been made. Be advised, there is a civilian presence within the city since not all of them were able to evacuate. Check your targets, watch where you fire, and keep those weapons tight. 

You are tasked with finding the source of the outbreak and I want New York City saved along with the sons of bitches responsible. Rescue any civilians along the way. Fifth Freedom is granted to all personnel. Good luck and God-speed, Task Force Salvation. 

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Task Force Salvation

UNIT	NAME	RANK	ROLE/POSITION	CALLSIGN/NICKNAME	TEAM CALLSIGN	TEAM SIZE
GHOST RECON (DCo. 1BN 5SFG, U.S. Army)	1. Scott, Troy M. (Llau -PC) 1a. Bennett, Dylan T. (MrKill -PC) 1b. n/a, Gabriel (Guardian Cat of Yappa's -PC) 1c. Johnson, Svana (Llau -NPC)	1. O-3/ CPT 1a. E-8/ MSG 1b. E-7/ SFC 1c. E-6/ SSG	1. 18A - SF Team Leader/Rifleman 1a. 18B - 2iC, SF Marksman 1b. 18C - SF Engineer 1c. 18B - SF Weapons SGT	1. Spectre 1/Ghost Lead 1a. Spectre 2/"Bennett, DT, DB, Ty, Ben" 1b. Spectre 3/"Tinker" 1c.  Spectre 4/"Sól"	1. Spectre Team	1.Four (4)
RAINBOW (NATO)	1. 分類された, Emily (Faclan -PC) 1a. Keibuho (Faclan -NPC) 1b. Junsabucho (Faclan -NPC) 1c. Junsabucho (Faclan -NPC) 2. TBA, TBA (LaxKnight -PC)	1. SGT 1a. n/a 1b. n/a 1c. n/a 2. TBA	1. 2iC, Breacher, Demolition 1a.  Team Leader 1b. Rifleman 1c. Marksman 2. TBA	1. Ihan/"Breach" 1a. "Crane" 1b."Skylight" 1c. "Dipper" 2. TBA	1. SAT-Sigma 2. TBA	1. Four (4) 2. TBA
SPLINTER CELL (4E, NSA)	1. Schnieder, Kevin (David -PC) 2. Adkins, Robert C. (SPARTAN-A120 -PC)	1. O-4/LCDR 2. E-7/SFC	1. Black Ops Infiltration Operative 2. Fourth Echelon Field Agent	1. Castle Actual 2. Mamba	1. n/a 2. n/a	1. Solo (1) 2. Solo (1)
THE DIVISION (SHD)	1. Riis, Jacob (roachman34 -PC) 2. Xavier, Samantha A. (охотник -PC)	1. Grade 8 2. TBA	1. Tactical Agent (Scout) 2. Tactical Agent	1. Hyena 1 2. Shadow, "Sam, Sammy"	1. n/a 2. n/a	1. Solo (1) 2. Solo (1)
HAWX (U.S. Air Force)	1. Holiday, Jayden T. (NPC) 2. Cook, Evan L. (NPC) 3. Thomas, Andy R. (NPC)	1. O-5/LTC 2. O-3/CPT 3. O2/1LT	1. Squadron Flight Leader (F22A Raptor) 2. Squadron Fighter Pilot (F22A) 3. Squadron Fighter Pilot (F22A)	1. HAWX Lead, HAWX 1 Actual 2. HAWX 1-2 3. HAWX 1-3	1. HAWX 2. "" 3. ""	1. Three (3) 2. "" 3. ""

[SPARTAN-A120]

Mission 1 - Day 1 "Ground Zero"

Time: 1806 EST (GMT-5)
Date: Friday, Dec. 23, 2016
AO: Lower Manhattan, NYC

Weather Forecast:

Current Temperature: 43°F/6.1°C
Maximum Temperature: 47°F/8.3°C
Minimum Temperature: 38°F/3.3°C
Precipitation: 0%/0.0"
Snow: 0%/0.0"
Current Wind Speed: 6 mph/9.65kmph (West)
Maximum Wind Speed: 15 mph/24.14 kmph
Maximum Gust Speed: 22 mph/35.4 kmph
Visibility: 10 miles/16.09 km

Objectives:

1. Make your way to One Police Plaza (New York City PD HQ)
2. Secure One Police Plaza
3. Regroup with Task Force Units
4. Defend the HQ
5. Establish a temporary Task Force HQ


Intel:

1LT. K. Walsh (Intel Officer, US Joint Special Operations Command):

Task Force, the situation is FUBAR and it will continue going downhill until you can reestablish a foothold for the local forces that's trying to defend what they can.

There's a large number of civilians still within the city with a population of 8.5 million; not including those who come in and out of area on a daily basis. Careful with explosives and High-Penetration ammunition. We do not want anymore civilian casualties than there already is so collateral damage is out of the question.

We have heavy hostile presence inbound for the NYPD's HQ, One Police Plaza. This building was constructed with 13-stories in its main building and state-of-the-art equipment that would make a perfect temporary HQ for the Task Force and you would gain some allies along the way as there are still a decent amount of police officers, a handful ESU officers (Emergency Service Unit, NYC's version of SWAT), and a small number of CTTF members (Counter Terrorism Task Force which contain a mixture of local and FBI Special Agents) defending the HQ. They had barricaded the entrances with what they can, but they are constantly being attacked by insurgents. With each wave of attacks, their defense grow weaker so you need to double-time.

A rooftop insertion directly onto the site is not an option. FIM-92 Stinger Launchers have been spotted among the hostiles and we don't have a clue how the hell they got their hands on them. Ground side is looking crowded too. If you do manage to get your hands on a vehicle, you'll run into plenty of roadblocks and traffic on the way to the location. 

As for opposition, you'll most likely encounter hostiles armed with 9mm handguns, but there is an occasional shotgun and carbine among the crowd. Nothing special, but it's not an excuse to ditch the body armor.

The city still has electricity so moving in the shadows will be limited with the street lights and other ambient lighting illuminating the streets for the night life. You'll either have to blend in with the locals or go underground. Not saying that you can't be seen, but I suggest you maintain the element of surprise. Speaking of the underground, the subway systems have been halted, but with the electricity still running, you could possibly operate a train. Just don't go too fast or rounding a blind corner; it can result in a clusterfuck with the rear-end of another set of trains.

The virus or biological weapon to be "politically correct" is rampant throughout the city. We don't know up to what extent, but air and chemical filtrating masks are a must for the duration of this Op. You can roam around without masks, but when the TACMAP warns you that you are approaching a contaminated zone, you MUST wear the masks or you will risk catching the infection. This virus is known to be spread through physical contact, but we can't risk it so we can presume that it can be airborne as well. If I were you, I would be wearing my mask as much as possible.

Good luck out there.

TACMAP:

SPOILER: Click to show

Area of Operations



Lower Manhattan, NYC


Subway Lines, Lower Manhattan

[roachman34]

Division Agent Jacob Riis, Hyena 1,
New York City, New York, 
The Rotten Apple...

    Jacob stepped out onto the street and surveyed the dismaying sight, the street was littered with garbage, empty brass casings, and the bodies of those who were unfortunate enough to meet one of the warring factions in the city. He sighed and adjusted his hat and began to walk down the street his gas mask covering his face as he searched for a street sign to get his bearings. As he glanced around he shifted the strap of his MK.11 as it rested on his back. After finding the sign and seeing it was labeled Allen St. and with a moment's glance at ISAC's map, Jacob set off down towards Broadway towards the sounds of fighting.

[охотник]

Division Agent Samantha Xavier, Shadow
New York City, New York
Shit hit the fan

Sam sat quietly on one knee with her MK 17 aimed down the street she was on, one eye down the scope whilst the other remained shut to allow her better focus. Martial law was in effect, she could kill aaaaanyone rule-breaking but well that just wasn't necessary... Sometimes. After determining her way clear down Chambers street she eventually stood up and began a slow walk down. Monitoring her steps and walking almost side ways on down the road. She wasn't all that far from the objective but she'd worry about that when she got to Centre Street. Which probably had tangos on it to some degree.

Either way, couldn't back out of it if they were in the way. She wouldn't hesitant to kill them, just ammo and all that. Plus her mask was kinda annoying, being on all this time.

[David]

Voiced Post - Soundcloud
Splinter Cell Agent: Kevin Schnieder
New York City, New York
Hanging out.

Hanging off one of the pipes, Kevin sighed inwardly. He had been hanging on this pipe for the last ten minutes, Waiting for an opportune time to eliminate the scumbag that was in charge of one of the "gangs" that had formed up since the virus outbreak. He had been tracking the bastard since he had inserted into the city 6 hours before hand. He tailed the bastard into a sewer and was about to strike when his friends had shown up, causing Kevin to scramble and scamper up a grimy pipe, thankfully well hidden in the shadows.

"Yea yea, Where's the money?" Kevin heard the leader say. 
 
"Well.. about that boss... We ran into..." The man started. Unfortunately however, He couldn't finish his sentence as the leader whipped out his pistol and blew the poor sods brains out. Grimacing, Kevin gripped the pole a little tighter.

"ANYONE ELSE HAVE A FUCKING EXCUSE??" shouted the leader. "I want my mother-fucking money, In my hand. NOW"

"YES BOSS" his lackeys shouted. Then, all too keen to get the hell out of there, They all filtered out, rather quickly, Giving Kevin his opportunity. Dropping down, He landed in a squat to try and muffle his noise. Then, Crouch walking behind the leader, He slowly stood up, withdrew his knife and with a lightening sweep of his arm, He grabbed the man in a choke lock, whipped his knife to the mans throat and gave the knife a little twist, cutting a little skin but nothing harmful... Yet.

"Hi there. You look important" Kevin began, drawling a little.

"Huh... what?" Sputtered the man. "You will get no information from me. I am loyal."

Stroking the mans neck with his knife, Kevin replied. "Hmm... Looks like you forgot to shave this morning... Let me help with that." and jabbing his knife for emphasis.

"huh.... Wait.. you can't!" Sputtered the man, obviously panicked now. "Ok! Ok! What do you want to know?"

"What are you doing in this town?" Kevin replied, Continuing to stroke the mans neck.

"Uhh... Selling... Selling..." The leader choked out, then, gulping, Finished "Drugs."

"Huh. You don't say." Kevin replied. Then, with a jarring twist, Kevin brought the mans face two inches from his and jabbed the tip of the knife into the mans adam apple, not cutting, but certainly not comfy. "From who" 

"I don't know his name!" Exclaimed the man. "I only know him from his code word. Nedich."

"Well. That certainly helps." Kevin drawled. "I think its time we part ways."

The mans eyes widening, He sputtered out "The... pleasure... was all mine..." and with that, Kevin took his knife, and slashed it horizontally across the mans neck, muffling the mans mouth as the blood rushed out of his body. They said that doing this kills quickly. Really it took a few minutes for them to bleed out, jerking and flopping, their eyes wide in fear, No sound because their windpipes have been slashed. Truly a gruesome way to die but an efficient one as it didn't raise much alarms.

"Ugh. All over my suit. i just had this cleaned." Kevin replied as he dropped the body unceremoniously to the floor. Dark humor was often his release. It made for awkward conversations and impolite dinner talk. Then, cleaning himself off, Kevin stalked off into the darkness, Avoiding enemies and aiming for the trickle of sunlight that was beaming down from an opening in the sewer lines. From there, He would link up and receive new orders.

[Faclan]

Ihan - SAT-Σ Breacher
En route to Corlears Hook by boat
It begins.

Around 4 PM

It was incredibly slow going now for Sigma. They were down to just using the emergency oars to try and remain undetected as they edged along the wall toward a ladder to get their boots on the ground. The four man team currently rowing as quietly as possible with two on the outside, one on the inside near the wall using their hands to try and keep them from grinding against it with noise, and Crane on the rudder to keep it narrow.

They had been in this stage for the last half hour, having been deployed much further away by Chinook helicoper and then using their dingys engine to get close to the contanimation zone before switching to oars to try and maintain the element of surprise. At least until they properly landed. But all of the ladders so far just for purposes like these, well more so rescuing silly people who fell in and not special forces teams, had been broken up until this one they were edging toward. Just next to Colears Hook although none of them had memorized the map of this famous city before being dropped in the drink.

There was another rainbow team being deployed elsewhere, but thats all Sigma knew. They had been doing training with the team, but never got names as that was going to be at the dinner after the days training. But the deployment call had nixed all those plans and so here they were. Oaring their way toward a ladder.

Each member of the team had traded in their normal headgear, though Ihan had her favorite cap still folded in one of her belt bags with the plastic ties, for a bump helmet and a gasmask. Their belts holding extra filters for them as they suspected they would be here awhile but hopefully they wouldn't need to wear them all the time. And finally, after thirty minutes of sloooow crawling the ladder was grabbed by Dipper and the dingy soon strapped to the rungs of it. It would likely be found and stolen or sunk before they got back but could always be help later. The team taking a minute to load up on supplies from the small water craft before the ladder was climbed. Skylight going first and tapping the top rung with his foot to signal all clear. The rest of the team soon following up and then all groundside. For now they were in the clear as they started the slow approach toward the skyscrapers of NYC.

Ihan quite into the mission already however, as there had been an explosion all right from bad people to hurt terrible people. A biological one sure and not a fireball but those bastards would pay.

[Llau]

Captain Troy Scott
Ghost Team Lead // Spectre One // Task Force Salvation
Lower Manhattan, NYC // 160th SOAR MH6 MELB // Pier 15, East River Esplanade
“Nightly Insertion”
Tag(s): MrKill , Guardian Cat of Yappa's

2200 Hours

Captain Troy Scott was sitting on the right side of the Mission Enhanced Little Bird him and his team were flying in on to get inside the fallen city. He adjusted his CROSS-COM eyewear as he quietly gazed down at Brooklyn before passing over the river to head toward Pier 15. The streets of Brooklyn looked far worse than he thought, and he began to wonder just how bad Manhattan was going to be once they get their boots on the ground. Satellite imagery shows one side of the story, but being there on the ground will be an entirely different experience. The last time he visited the Big Apple was a couple of years ago, during his time off, with his wife and two kids. Now? As he gazed over to where their LZ was located, it nearly looked like a war zone; especially at night.

He sighed, keeping his eyes focused on the scene below as the helicopter pilot flew the MELB toward Pier 15 to land just long enough for them to hop off, and return to the carrier all of them came from. Once both feet were on the ground, he silently waited as he took a knee, and cautiously looked around as he held his Heckler & Koch MP5SD3 at the ready. Thankfully, it was a good spot they landed at, as there were no one around the port, but all of them knew the further they ventured into the city, the more dangerous it might be for them with different violent gangs running unchecked; causing a lot of problems for the surviving civilians and first responders throughout the city.

He stood up, glancing back at his team. “All right, guys,” he finally spoke to them. “Let's head toward One Police Plaza, link up with the rest of the Task Force at the Police HQ, and help the local forces defend it.”

He patted at his upper chest, where his air and chemical filtration mask was strapped around his neck to put it over his face in case he needed to put it on at a moments notice, and then made sure the others had their own filtration masks with them before heading north, where One Police Plaza was located. 

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

Sergeant First Class Gabriel Barraza 
Tinker // Spectre Three // Task Force Salvation

Lower Manhattan, NYC // 160th SOAR MH6 MELB // Pier 15, East River Esplanade

“Outside the Wire?"

Tag(s): MrKill  , Llau

2200 Hours

Gabriel had taken a seat on the left side of the Little Bird that they were flying in on at the moment. For once the night sky seemed peaceful as they raced through the air towards another hostile environment, except this environment was New York City, and their enemies were U.S. Citizens. It's dangerous though; they wouldn't have sent the ghosts in to do the job if it wasn't. Yet for Gabriel atleast, that doesn't exclude it from having weird factors that put it somewhere along the lines of alien weird. Gabriel knew however that he couldn't focus on aspects of the mission he couldn't change so instead he had been scanning over a map of the A.O. figuring out which path would get them to the One Police Plaza fastest, since Intel had reported that the place was about to come under heavy attack. 

He knew that they're LZ was Pier 15, on the East River which isn't too far from they're target building, but it required travel through the streets in order to get there. Now if they wanted too they could try to come up with some over elaborate plan that cause them to move in and out of buildings and took up alot of extra time, which was annoying to Gabriel. So instead he took a look at a different route that interested him. Underneath FDR Drive, ran a series of parking lots and shops that apparently were all apart of a tourist attraction for seafood restaurants. The path eventually lead to a small side street that would run up to the Police Plaza itself, providing plenty of cover along the route. "Gotcha." He mumbled with a smile as he prepared for touch down.

When the little bird touched down, Gabriel hopped off and took four paces to it's 10 o'clock before dropping to a knee and leveling his rifle, an M4 Carbine with some personal external furniture touches to it, waiting for Ghost Lead to give them orders. Once he spoke up, though Gabriel knew what to say. "Ghost Lead, I Identified a potential route that keeps us on the outside of the city and close to the water for as long as possible. Permission to take point?" 

[MrKill]

MSGT. BENNETT
Spectre Two
160th SOAR MH6 MELB
Task Force Salvation
2200 Hours

Tags: Llau Guardian Cat of Yappa's

Bennett carefully checked his rifle, first extracting the chambered round using his free hand to catch the ejected cartridge. He kept the bolt open, peering down into a can of whoop ass in his magazine. The magwell was filled with a twenty round magazine firing the lethal 8.6x70mm rounds, also referred to as the .338 Lapua Magnum. The DRD Tactical was technically a civilian rifle, but the Ghosts didn't exist, so technicalities were left at the door. Of course they were still a military unit, employed and governed by military rules, but there was free reign on some aspects.

The marksmen sent his free hand down to the magazine release and guided the magazine out of the magwell, returned the ejected round to the top of the stacked ammunition, and slid the magazine back up. He released the bolt and was satisfied with a soft metallic clank as the bold slid home, returning the ejected round back to its former position. With the task completed, the Ghost did it all over again.

Finally, the small insertion helicopter touched down, and the Ghosts - including Bennett - disembarked from their seats and continued in a clean motion to secure the immediate area. It wasn't long before another Ghost, First Sergeant Barraza, informed the CO that he had identified a route that would take them along the water for the majority of the path.

Uh, Bennett thought. Why?

Back when he was in the RANGERS, the only people who wanted to take point were those hungry for glory or wanted to prove themselves to their SL. No one willingly volunteered for a point position; they were the first guys to get shot at, and no one was dumb enough to want to get shot first unless they lead a very depressing life.

"Just get me in sight of those c***suckers and I'll blow a dinner plate into their chests." Bennett softly joked, swaying his weapon side to side, barrel pointing to the sky while sitting on his hip.

[roachman34]

Division Agent Jacob Riis, Hyena 1,
New York City, New York,
And there are the Cleaners... 

    Jacob stepped onto Broadway and turned towards the sounds of a dying battle. With a final gout of flame, a group of four Cleaners was successful in erasing most of a group of looters off the face of the Earth. With a sigh and practiced ease, Jacob let his UMP45 rest against his chest on its sling and brought his MK.11 from his back and pressed the stock against his shoulder. Gazing through the scope he set his sights on the most visible fuel tank, which belonged to the leftmost cleaner, who was executing a wounded looter. With a sharp crack from his rifle, Jacob burst the fuel tank and spread fire across the street burning all caught in the ball of flame. As the smoke cleared and the fire lessened, Jacob saw that two of the original four were still standing and pointing in his direction. 

    "Shit, it didn't get them all." He told himself as he dove for cover behind a mangled and smoldering car. AK-47 rounds ricocheted off the ground and of the body of the car. After replacing his rifle to his back, Jacob grabbed his UMP45 and popped his head just barely enough to see and spotted one of the Cleaners who continued to fire rounds at the car. Jacob waited for his chance and when the weapon ran dry, Jacob took his chance and stitched a line of red across the Cleaner's torso as he ran for cover. With a quick glance around and deciding it was safe enough, Jacob stood up and looked at the carnage of the street, it was bad, bodies and fire were spread like leaves under a tree in fall. A crunching sound to his right alerted Jacob to the final Cleaner, who brought his flamethrower to bear. Without a second thought or time to spare, Jacob threw himself across the hood of the car as the flamethrower blasted the spot where he had been standing moments ago.

    The Cleaner laughed and spoke, "I'm just doin' my job, so stand still." The flamethrower sparked and spit fire again and Jacob dove to his left firing his UMP45 as he fell. The rounds sparked off the roof of the car and failed to connect, though it forced the Cleaner to duck long enough for Jacob to draw his sidearm and clamber to his feet firing the rounds at the Cleaner. A single pistol round caught the Cleaner in the throat and who sunk to his knees gurgling, choking on his own blood and then he died. 

    "And I'm just doing mine," Jacob said as he watched the man suffocate on his own blood. He walked down broadway leaving the carnage behind, he was one step closer to reaching his objective, the police headquarters.

[охотник]

Division Agent Samantha Xavier, Shadow
New York City, New York
Now she's on clean up.

Sam made a note to avoid walking on anything that would make a noise; rubbish, snow, a dead body, whatever may come in her way whilst she continued to walk down the street. Well, this was fun, much quieter than regular New York, sure, but ya know... "fun." The thought prompts a roll of her eyes as she lazily holds onto the MK 17 she held. Wasn't Dark Winter a thing? Didn't the authorities know how to deal with this? Then again that was the whole reason the Division became a thing, wasn't it? 

Sighing as she went from a hunched stance to a more normal walking one, she let her thoughts continue to wander. Wasn't there meant to be some form of really big Spec ops get together? Where were the other agents, or agencies? Why was this street so quiet? Why didn't she bring a bigg--- Wait, why was this street so quiet? 

Sam immediately raised her guard again and tucked the butt of her rifle into her as she slowed her pace down. There was normally civilians at least, or looters or whatever. But not this street, this was just, empty. No one... It was almost eerie. 

Deciding to take cover by one of the parked cars that were all over this city more out of gut feeling than anything the female once again pulled the scope of her MK 17 to her eyes and pointed it down the road. Something did not feel right. At all. 

[SPARTAN-A120]

SFC. Robert C. Adkins
“Mamba” - Splinter Cell, Fourth Echelon, NSA || Task Force Salvation
World Trade Center Memorial, Lower Manhattan, NY, USA
2154 Hours Local Time, Friday, December 23rd, 2017
(Tag: David )

Adkins was on the rooftop of an eight-story office building which overlooked the East side of the World Trade Center Memorial. It’s been years since he had visited the site when it was made available to members of the US Armed Forces, veterans, surviving victims, and the victims’ families before the general public. Yet, it was unfortunate that his next visit was not under the best of circumstances and the thought of it made his blood boil.

Of course, he was well hidden in the darkness of the roof which seemed to be abandoned because of the lack of lighting from within. His weapons were either holstered or slung onto his back which gave him the freedom to move about without the obstruction to hinder his freerunning. Although, he made it easy for himself and took the stairs to the top where he picked the lock to the entrance for the rooftop. Sometimes it saved a lot of energy to go the most simple route. So here he was; gazing down at a sacred location which was now littered with trash and the occasional corpse scattered throughout the sidewalk. This also saddened him since majority of the corpses looked like civilians who were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

“They’ll get what’s coming soon,” Adkins thought which referred to those who were responsible for the death and destruction that devastated the East Coast in a matter of hours.

The clandestine agent’s subdermal communications emitted a ping only audible to the agent and Anna Grímsdóttir’s voice filled his ears. “Sorry to ruin the nostalgia, Mamba, but the Ghosts are about to be ground-side soon. We also have a Rainbow team who landed hours ago near Corlears Hook with a boat. They should be near the objective by now.”

“How come they didn’t report in?” Adkins replied. “I’m pretty sure radio silence is not in effect since our comms are top-notch in encryption.”

“Well… you officially don’t exist and the same apply for the Ghosts and Rainbow. They don’t know you’re here and you don’t know they’re here,” Grímsdóttir addressed.

“So much for cooperation. I'm more worried about friendly fire. Does Top know we’re here?”

“Sam? He’s got bigger things to deal with in D.C. And no. This is off the books.”

“You didn’t tell him?”

Grímsdóttir paused momentarily before she replied, “Well, he doesn’t have to know.”

“Grim…” Adkins said before he sighed under stress.

“I know, Adkins, but you know he wouldn’t let you guys deploy if he wasn’t there with you. Besides, you have Castle. Sam has Briggs,” Grímsdóttir insisted.

“That’s alright by me. What’s Castle’s twenty?” Adkins asked.

“Close. He’s been killing some time.”

“Wow, Grim. You’re firing puns now?”

“How about you quit talking and head to the objective?”

“Fair enough. Patch me through to Castle,” Adkins requested bluntly.

“Done,” Grímsdóttir said before she altered his frequency to contact Castle.

“Castle, Mamba here. I’m going to enter the 4 and 5 subway tunnels at Fulton Street and exit North West of the objective at Chambers Street. I might not get good reception down there so if I don’t re-establish contact after ten minutes, you’ll know where to find my body,” Adkins said to Agent Schnieder, his partner for the operation.

While his friend on the other end replied, the Sergeant jogged eastbound on the rooftop towards a drainage pipe and slid down as if it was a fire pole. The pipe was wide enough for the Agent to maintain a solid grasp and just enough space between the wall and the pipe to stick his hands around so he wouldn’t fall to his death from slipping. To his benefit, his tactical gloves was lined with a textured material that maximized grip which acted as extra braking power as he got lower to street level.

As soon as he touched down, he knelt and drew his Five Seven from the holster. The alley was dark so he lowered his multivision goggles and switched on the night vision mode. The world around him illuminated with green and grey tints and this enabled him to see in the darkness with ease. He was now a predator seeking his next prey in the shadows of the night; ready and eager to shed some blood.

[Faclan]

Ihan - SAT-Σ Breacher
Madison street
Been a FUN day.

2155 hours, five hours and fifty five minutes after landing.

Fire was hot. Especially fire that was fired from pressurized hoses and super volatile fuel. Those psycho 'sanitation workers' that had now been dubbed 'firemen' quickly by the squad had nearly ended their mission as soon as it began. They had been told that there were insane workers armed with flamethrowers in the city but the first two they had come across seemed to be actively helping two civilians out of a wrecked car...only to flame them down once they started to run and laughing about it. Crane had given the order to open fire...but either the insanity, some drugs, or armor under the jackets had made them not fall under the first suppressed burst. And they turned and sprayed the fire toward the teams position. Thankfully none of them were doused with the fuel but the intense heat and particulates of the blast had completely burned out the filters they had installed on their masks. Leaving them six hours down from their total supply. Once the two psychos had been killed the team had taken a few to take out sensors and see if the air was safe, and once it was confirmed they made the decision to take off their masks for now. So now with their helmets on instead, Ihans hat brim now peaking out from under it, the team continued to move.

The next five hours had been spent slowly moving toward their destination. If possible sneaking past looters and other hostiles but engaging two occasions when civilians were threatened. Both times with simple looters and rioters and once the situation was resolved the civilians were told to try and find safety or to lie low until the police district was made safe. And now after nearly six hours on the ground they were taking a short break on Madison street, eating some rations and checking equipment before moving out again. However during the break they decided that the other teams should be to ground by now. So Dipper pulled out his radio and keyed up the sequence that all the teams should be able to hear. But rather than saying anything just clicked out a series of beeps. Trying to let the other teams know that there were others here before just yammering into the mic that they were here. Needed to make sure that there were others who deserved talking to before that.

[David]

Audio Track
Splinter Cell Agent: Kevin Schnieder
New York City, New York
Re-coning next mission objective.
Tag:SPARTAN-A120

"Kevin" Grim said, breaking what was almost 3 days of radio silence. "Incoming message from Mamba. Stand by."

"Affirmative." Kevin replied. Then, with a pop, The audio changed and Mamba came on the line. “Castle, Mamba here. I’m going to enter the 4 and 5 subway tunnels at Fulton Street and exit North West of the objective at Chambers Street. I might not get good reception down there so if I don’t re-establish contact after ten minutes, you’ll know where to find my body,”



Grinning at the gallows humor of his partner, Kevin activated his subdermal. "Affirmative Mamba. Good news is, Thats close to the next objective im tracking. So I might actually just join you. ETA to your position is 30 minutes. 45 if those damned Ghost Recon assholes get in my way. Castle out."

Then, switching frequencies, Kevin replied to Grim. "Im going to link up. I have a feeling his objective may lead me straight to mine."

"Copy that. Did you really call the Ghost Recons assholes?" Grim replied, Too sarcastically to be shocked.

"You heard our conversation, you tell me" Kevin chucked.

"Get moving. Your 'assholes' are currently deploying, so you have a 10 minute window." Grim said before cutting the channel with an abrupt hiss.

Huh. Seems someone is having a bad day. Probably Charlie being Charlie. Kevin thought. Then, Pushing himself out of his crouch, He half jogged to the building adjacent his position, Tagged the location of Mamba, and started picking his way through the empty streets, stopping every so often to avoid firefights between some of the forces already deployed and some of the criminals.

As Kevin was avoiding another firefight, He rounded a corner too quick without checking and ran right into an armed criminal. Before the criminal even reacted, Kevin grabbed the man, Quickly slit his throat and carried on, Thankful he hadn't raised the alarm.

Sadly, He had also underestimated that the criminal element often was just as prepared as the good guys were. An alarm screeched and 6 armed men came crashing into the streets, firing indiscriminately at Kevin's last known position.

"Shit." was all Kevin whispered before making a mad dash for the next cover, A derelict truck, Before finding a manhole, that was still open. Diving in, Kevin dropped about 10 feet before landing in a squat, The sewer offering him his best defense: Darkness.

Checking his location, He was pleased that Mamba was only 100 meters from his left. Maybe he heard the firefight, Maybe not. But Kevin decided to let the firing die down before rejoining his friend. With that, Kevin went and continued down the sewers, hoping that the criminals above wouldn't follow.

[SPARTAN-A120]

SFC. Robert C. Adkins
“Mamba,” Splinter Cell, Fourth Echelon, NSA || Task Force Salvation
Fulton Street Subway Station, Lower Manhattan, NY, USA
2156 Hours Local Time, Friday, December 23rd, 2017
(Tag: David )

"Affirmative Mamba. Good news is, That’s close to the next objective I’m tracking. So I might actually just join you. ETA to your position is 30 minutes. 45 if those damned Ghost Recon assholes get in my way. Castle out,” Adkins heard Schnieder say through his subdermals.

“Keeping each other company, huh?” the NCO said in his head.

It was not long before he arrived at the Fulton Street Station on the corner of Dey Street and Broadway; a block away from where he once was. He maintained his situational awareness by scanning his surroundings constantly. He even checked rooftops from an possible snipers, but most of the buildings around his imminent location were skyscrapers, but that didn’t rule out the possibility that there were snipers waiting to pick off targets from the sixth floor of an office building. Fortunately, Adkins was concealed in the path of darkness that he utilized to his advantage. His slow and cautious pace was deliberate since the faster he moved, the higher the chances of being spotted. With his pistol following wherever he scanned, he was anticipated a gunfight.

Unfortunately, signs of any life were not found as he round the street corner and made his way into the Fulton Street station. The lights of the station’s entrance illuminated the entrance with clarity, but Adkins with a press of an icon on his OPSAT, everything around him within a 25 meter range went dark from the Portable EMP Device that was stored in his 5.11 backpack.

“That’s more like it,” Adkins said in his head once more before he went down the stairs.

The Splinter Cell navigated through the series of corridors and hallways that eventually led him to the lower level which was way too open for the Agent’s preference. The multiple stores and shopping attractions that occupied majority of the lower level made it feel like an underground city. If the skyscrapers and traffic weren’t enough above ground, this station had a city of its own. Instead of going around the right of the stairs into the open space, Adkins made a left and made his way to the turnstiles, Metrocard machines, and the MTA Booth while moving along the multiple storefronts. Adkins had to raise his goggles because of the well-lit underground and his EMP device needed to charge up before he could activate it again.

He circled around the booth and the nearby areas to ensure that there were no occupants. As he took a peek into the station booth, he found a dead female MTA employee who appeared to have died from the virus. The Agent slowly backed away and touched his mask that was over the lower half of his face with his left hand to make sure that it was still secured.

A few gunshots rang out above him. They were faint, but were distinguishable under the silence of the night. That was Adkins’ cue to leave so he hopped over the nearest turnstile and made his way down towards the uptown-bound 4 and 5 train tracks. Not wasting anymore time, he jogged down the end of the platform and dropped into the tracks. The Agent returned his multivision goggles to his eyes and vanished into the poorly illuminated subway tunnel.