Sunday, 21th of December 2020. 2200 Hours. Coffee shop near Trinity high school.
Clara, Patrick, and Lynn were sitting down on a chair in that closed coffee shop. They discussed the aftermath of everything that they had been through including what happened with all of the research data that were gathered.
Agent Herring really took care of Lynn like his own daughter. Patrick and Clara gave Herring their thanks before he went back to the United States. The CIA made everything easier after all, especially when a group of special forces was watching your back under the direct order of your own father.
Clara sipped her coffee, "How's the eye?"
"It'll heal up soon. Don't you worry, everything is fine, besides, Herring just gave me a quite decent amount of paycheck and a discount for something," Lynn said as she held her right eye that was bandaged.
"How much?"
"Ten million U.S dollar," Lynn said and Clara congratulated her.
"That's good to hear," Patrick said as he sipped his own coffee.
"What will you do now?" Lynn asked Clara as she sipped her coffee and fiddled around with the straw on Patrick's mug.
"What do you mean? Of course, finishing my studies," Clara said.
"Oh, where is your school?" Lynn asked Clara.
"The same as him," Clara said as she pointed her hands at Patrick.
Clara had been attending Garret high school for a few days since the destruction of Trinity high school in the hands of Patrick's airstrike. Clara's identity was safe and she was under heavy watch from Patrick and Aline since both of them didn't want Clara to be kidnapped by the government personnel.
"This is the file on Commissioner Dynn," Lynn said as she gave a file that was compiled. It was the file about Commissioner Dynn whereabouts. He went into hiding since the incident in the lab.
The trio was hunting him down, but they eventually let him go since it was very useless to run after a dead person. Besides, all of the things that they needed were in their hands. They only needed to find him and he would be dead.
"Where's your jet?" Clara asked.
"It's in the garage as usual," Patrick said as he showed off his jet which was upgraded a bit to increase the performance of the jet.
He upgraded the amount of missile that could be carried and the durability of the jet itself. He also added a cheap RAM coating to make the flanker a little bit stealthier. He did that so he would have a little bit of an edge when another pilot came after him.
"I met some of your old friends, they are nice," Clara said. She was referring to her time at Garret high school. She was a student that studied in the same class as Patrick.
"I see, well, what do you have for me?" Lynn asked three of them, but Lynn had actually known the answer.
"Welcome to Garret HS," Patrick said as she shook her hands and gave Lynn a document about her enrollment on Garret high school. Lynn appreciated it and hugged Patrick. Lynn would eventually enroll there on Monday, they had to prepare for her arrival since Lynn was an old friend.
"But... Can I come back?" Lynn asked that question.
"Sure, let's finish our school before we become a full-time contractor," Patrick said and three of them agreed.
They were in their downtime since they didn't take any contract for the week. They were tired of chasing Lynn in the lab. They knew what they would do next, finishing school.
"Well, let's move to a different thing. What does the Echo plan with all of that weapon?" Lynn asked Patrick since he might the only person that knew the purpose of that shipment besides Clara or Charlie.
"He said he will establish a PMC," Patrick said.
"I see, well, I refuse back when we were stealing that shipment, but it seems to be a good idea to form the PMC since our country doesn't have any bright future now," Lynn said as she retrieved something from her pocket. It was a pistol from her pocket and she aimed it at Patrick's head.
"Get down!" Lynn shot her P227 pistol with her hand and aimed it at someone that just kicked the front door of that coffee shop. He dropped dead on the ground and Lynn and Clara immediately grabbed their phone and changed into their combat loadout.
"Well, let's continue our convo later," Patrick said as he aimed his ACR at the door.
Lynn immediately changed into her combat loadout and all of them left the coffee shop with a dead body placed on the front door so Patrick could have a holiday for Monday.
They continued walking on the dark streets of the capital where bullets could be flying at any moment. They continued walking in the dark as they looked at the building in which windows were broken by only God knew what.
"Well, it looked like that we're in the clear," Patrick said as they arrived in front of the city park. It was very empty. It was very eerie.
"Yeah," Lynn stepped into that park and Clara followed her from behind.
"Well, it looks like that we're no longer safe," Clara said as she aimed her rifle at the window above her.
It was really dark and Clara used a night vision scope on her M4. She observed all of the windows above her head in case someone decided to shoot through that window.
"Clear! Park is clear," Patrick said on her microphone. They decided to stop there and talked there since there wasn't anyone in that park or at any surrounding building.
Lynn walked to a bench, "Let's sit down."
Lynn sat down on that bench and she looked around her surrounding. Patrick was standing near a pond, looking at the fish. Clara was sitting right beside her.
"How's he?" Clara asked.
"Patrick? He's kind and sweet and caring," Lynn said as she looked at her.
"Yeah, I agree," Clara said as she looked at the sky. She put her hand in the air as if she tried grabbing it with his hand.
"It's so high," Clara said.
"The sky?"
"Our dream," Clara said as she pulled her hand back.
"I know, but if we work together, no dream is too high," Lynn said to her friend.
"Yeah. I agree with you," Clara said as she put her hands back at her lap. Patrick walked back to the place where the girls were sitting down.
"Some fresh air should be nice," Patrick said as he opened some part of his balaclava to breathe the fresh air in.
"Yeah, about something. Echo decided that we need some standardization since we're forming our PMC," Clara said.
"Well, I see, well, it might be time to say goodbye to my SCAR," Lynn said as she looked at the gun that was laid down on the bench.
"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love my gun, but what Echo said is true," Clara said.
"Yeah, considering it, he might replace it with another AR-style rifle for the sake of easier spare parts," Lynn said.
Lynn wasn't familiar with the AR-style platform. In short, she was only familiar with either the SCAR or ACR platform since both of them operated in the same way. Patrick had the same case as Lynn, but he didn't care too much about it since he had some experience with the AR platform since he used to use M16.
"I see, well, it's going to be HK416. It's good," Clara said.
"Yeah, but that's because you are used to using M4. Patrick and I aren't," Lynn said as she looked at Clara's rifle that was placed on that bench.
"Haha, I see, well, in that case, let's just get familiar to our weapon," Clara said as she stood up from the bench and Lynn followed her from behind.
They walked out of the park with a rifle on their hands and they were immediately greeted by some targets. What they meant by targets, they were some of the rioters that were rioting. They were marching towards the park. Three of them immediately checked their magazines and checked it.
"5.56, high explosive," Clara said as he loaded a grenade on her under-barrel grenade launcher.
".308, high explosive armor piercing," Patrick said as he inspected his magazine and aimed his scope at the rioters that were running in his direction like a zombie.
"7.62. belt-fed, HEAP," Lynn switched her weapon to her usual MG5 and choked the handle of her machine gun. She aimed the weapon at the rioters and started firing.
Three of them shot their guns at the rioters and the rioters started dropping to the ground. Most of them were immediately mortally injured thanks to the damage that the bullets had done and the explosion from the grenade that Clara shot. It was a very huge success.
"Guys, let's go back to our house. Lima, you can stay at my apartment," Clara said as she stopped shooting at the protesters with her assault rifle.