#wm2022

I made some more 🌈 LGBTQIA+ PRIDE 🌈 sticker. Some are soccer related because the FIFA ⚽ World Cup 2022 BS makes me mad.

CAP 3

1500 (UTC-6)

Alexandra "Hades" Carter, TF-141, Los Vaqueros, Shadow Company.

Las Almas, Mexico.

─Rodolfo I'll after you, take care of the extraction, I'll take care of protecting them.─Speak on the radio.

We were both in different cars, it would be the best for extraction.

I could see a man with a mohawk walk out with Hassan in handcuffs, a man in a skull ski mask, and yet another man.

The first two should be from my team

Sergeant Soap and Lieutenant "GHOST"

─Shadow-1 package secured, heading to base.─ The thick English accent tickled my ears.

─Here, Victor-2, we approach a gas station where the "Sin Nombre" cartel may be.

─Copied, I'll go to the front, if things look ugly, they'll go for my car first.─ I responded by accelerating the vehicle until it was in front of where Hassan was being transferred.

─Here shadow 0-1 we will reconnoiter the area before you advance, stop.

I could see how they were shooting from the sky, small artillery.

─Stations, there are no visible threats in the area, you may advance.

─Copied shadow 0-1.

I advanced cautiously, the last thing I wanted was to get out of the car in a thousand pieces, no hostile could be seen on the road as we crossed the gas station, until a man crossed the street pushing a metal cart, blocking the way.

─Come away, you bastard.─ I yelled sticking my head out the window.─ I swear to God I'll put a bullet where you shit.

I started hearing everyone's screams through my earpiece and hit the accelerator, wrecking the car in front. Before I could react, a truck that was coming from the side crashed into my Jeep.

My body rose a few inches, cursing for not wearing my seatbelt. I could hear his voice in my mind.

Whenever you get in the car, you must put on your seat belt.

Yes, yes, I already heard you big guy.

─Miss Carter!!.─ I barely listened to Rodolfo's voice, shouting in my hatred.

How long did it take? minutes? seconds maybe? but a part of me knew that if I stayed inside I wouldn't tell. As if it were a discharge, the adrenaline ran through my entire system, without my consent my body moved by itself. I kicked in the door and crawled out of the wrecked jeep.

With the adrenaline rushing, I dragged myself as fast as I could to protect myself from the rain of shots.

─Miss Carter, please answer.─ I tried to block out the ringing that had settled in my ears.

─This is Bravo 001, Alive and kicking.─ I responded spitting out the blood that had accumulated in my mouth.

─It's good to hear it, Captain, I'm sorry that you have to introduce us in these circumstances.─ A thick voice spoke.─ Colonel Vargas speaks.

─Don't worry, we can leave the hugs for later.

─Hahaha

Her laugh was interrupted by the impact of Shadow company missiles.

─This is shadow-1, Bravo 0.7, all threats have been neutralized.

“Sergeant, situation.

─Hassan was secured, he is still hateful.

─And you are as stupid as your weapons of war.─ Hassan shouted.

─We must leave.─ I said trying to hide my laughter. 2100(UTC-6)

At nightfall, Hades together with the cowboys, the 1-4-1 and the Shadow company, went to a desert area of the souls, They placed the vehicles in front so that the lights gave the perfect atmosphere to begin the interrogation, They put Hassan to his knees in the middle of everyone, the bag that remained on his head was ripped off by Colonel Vargas thus revealing the bald terrorist.

Hades remained in the dark watching the perimeter, so that there are no unexpected surprises. The darkness was his friend, thanks to the suit he could perfectly camouflage himself without anyone noticing his presence.

Everyone was silent, the song of the coyotes made the place more dangerous, but nothing compared to being surrounded by the best soldiers and mercenaries there was, just perfect in the eyes of the only woman present.

Graves began the transmission from his laptop to General Shepherd and Kate Laswell. It all started badly, Hassan refused to cooperate, which left me no choice but to start my interrogation.

My vision went from Hassan to the blond runic in the place, Phillip Graves, commander of the American mercenary Shadow Company. The American was handsome, light brown hair, medium tan skin, blue eyes, wore a light blue shirt under his tactical gear. , dark pants with the patch of the United States flag.

─I don't care who they are, I want to know where they are going.─ The General contradicted, if he kept getting closer to the computer camera he could see even his pores.

General Shepherd, an adult man, like Hassan, lacked hair, blue eyes, and white skin, he could be thousands of kilometers from us, but the aura that emanated came directly from his eyes, he was in charge of the company Shadow.

Let's say we have a fairly close relationship, for that matter, he was the one who left the US army for. but thanks to him I could now lead my own company of mercenaries.

The song of the coyotes resounded in the place causing Hassan to tense slightly, serious clicked his tongue and walked with open arms showing the place.

─Look around you, Hassan. You can be part of the food chain or start talking.

─I'm a hostage here, that's illegal.─ He scoffed, knowing his rights.

Hades scanned the Iranian again, he knew him, oh he knew him well, his men always compared him to Voldemort or a hairless goblin.

"You're a prisoner of war," growled Alejandro.

─Iran is not at war with Mexico. I haven't broken any law.─ The goblin pointed out.─ These men and their commanders are the ones who break the law…

─You and your beloved general Ghorbrani violated the

─DON'T SAY HIS NAME!!.─ I shout alerting everyone. ─ They executed him and they're going to turn it off for that.

─I want this bastard in custody, otherwise three meters underground.─ Determined the general.

─General, killing Hassan is an act of war and imprisoning him is illegal, for now we must release him.

─Finally someone who uses his head.─ The Iranian laughed mockingly.─ No one can lay a hand on me, if they don't want to start a war.

─There you are wrong.─ Report.

Everyone turned when they heard my voice, I could see how Hassan turned pale when he saw my silhouette.

─You said it yourself, they can't lay a hand on you, one: because they are American, English and Mexican, but I am not of any nationality.─ I smiled seeing his face disfigure.─ Two: Nobody knows I'm here, I don't follow nobody's orders, and Three: I can do whatever I please at the moment.

I was quiet, rather everyone was quiet and surprised by my appearance out of nowhere.

─Come on, speak or did the mice eat your tongue? Do you want to speak Arabic? Go ahead, you know perfectly well that I know how to speak it.

─How come…

─How am I here? well I'm on my own in this place, helping my colleagues.

"If you kill me, you'll never find out where the missiles are," he chiseled with hate.

─Hades let him go, we have important information, then you can get rid of him.─ Laswell spoke softly.

─Fine, if you say so, you're free, but I'll be hunting you, and you know that's the best thing to do, Hassan.─ He threatened, raising his chin.

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