We have a Job to Do.

IF anything the situation was unfortunate. Kravchenco was always a step ahead but this, this one went a little bit too far. Strike team. Raptor One. All gone, now under his command. And it was driving Weaver insane. So much he would drown his sorrow in scotch or vodka every night, despite Carver’s attempts to keep him away from the drink.

On Strike team’s side, things were equally unfortunate. Naga was only listening to Stitch lately, money and feelings speak louder and he was having both from the man. But here he was now, trapped with someone close to Adler, who he also shared a small past with and two of his old friends. Bored to death, without his temple dogs around. Oh if only they were here… As the door opened, Naga’s body moved to the side, head leaning to the left, like a snake that sensed it’s prey “Oh you better give me something entertaining.” were his words, pure anger in his voice. Now he had a reason to hate Kravchenco as much as Vikhor does.

Stone raised his eyebrows. His cell was the last in the row, thank God close to the wall and next to Ingo’s. He doubted he would have kept the little amount of stable mentality he has left if that wasn’t the case. “Oh look at that. You are actually planning to use us? Real shocker, right Beck? Piss off ya wanker…” he had no patience remaining to keep things peaceful between him and the man in front of him. He was nobody pawns and certainly not his. But if this really is a way out for all of them, especially him and Ingo, he would take it.

“Makes sense in all honesty. We’re more of a unit then his Omega hounds.” Beck snickered “Like...how many of his people he must of lost at Outpost 25 and the Ural Mountains....?” There was a brow twitch from Kravchenko who said nothing but it was business as per usual for him as he paced the cells with some guards covering him

“At least we work to understand what we’re up against, except for you all. Bludgeoning, killing and smashing things you have very little understanding of.” he countered

“Dude....how about you skip to the part where you tell us exactly what the fuck you want?” Sims huffed. The toying nature of Kravchenko ebbed away as he walked to Sims’ cage to stare him down

“Bring in their pilot.” Kravchenko ordered to his Omega Men. Shortly one came back with a surprise to the Requiem Strike team. Their pilot ‘Raptor 1′ was alive, but he looked like shit.

Christopher was surprised at the suddenly cuddly and comfy CIA agent getting relaxed while he read

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The dark cell became something of a familiarity to Lawrence Sims after his team’s capture in the Ural Mountains roughly about a year ago by Omega Group, the KGB’s secret organization that was dealing with this threat of the Undead and other Unholy creatures from a plane of existence known as the Dark Aether.

Sims wasn’t a scientist nor was he well versed in Quantum Physics, but that wasn’t what he was tasked for within NATO’s own secret group, Requiem, whos operational control was run by Grigori Weaver who answered to ‘The Director’ a person so secretive that only ones with the right clearance could known who he or she was. The Strike Teams were unconventional too, ranging from Mercenaries, Defectors and Joint Work with other agencies that were Ex-Warsaw Pact. Glancing over into the Cell on Sims’ left, was the Mercenary and Gun Runner called ‘Naga’, a known Perseus asset but a Mercenary through and through and would work for one Helluva paycheck and from what was whispered through the grapevine, it sounded like Naga was offered a paycheck to retire once this job was done.

As captured agents, they were forced and conscripted to do Omega’s work in the Outbreak Zones, listening to orders from Lev Kravchenko and hearing that bastard Peck gleefully tease them from the radio. But nowadays it sounded like something else was brewing. Next to Naga’s cell was Ingo Beck, another agent brought on mostly because of his experience in Europe and was a guide for them to Poland

Beck was about to speak the door seem to open and in walked Kravchenko himself flanked by armed guards.

Was played by him

MISSION LOCATION: Rebirth Island

MISSION START (PT): 14:00 (2:00 p.m.) – 21 April

MISSION PARAMETERS: Infiltrate, Secure, and Investigate Rebirth Island

Operators,

We can confirm that as of 14:00 on the 21st of April, 2021, Verdansk has fallen.

Repeat: Verdansk has fallen.

Additionally, Armistice Central Command has ceased operations and cannot be contacted.

Due to this catastrophic series of events, all Operators must re-route their infiltration efforts to Rebirth Island; this combat zone is now hotter than we have ever seen it in our five months of deployment here.

Operational procedures are being put in place as RICO-W oversees Command and Control communications. We will, to the best of our ability, keep field operatives updated with future orders.