Tuesday, 2nd of December 2020. 0700 Hours. Garret High School. Outskirts of capital.
In the classroom, business was, as usual, students were preparing for their teacher. As usual, Aveline was cleaning the whiteboard with Nathan. Both of them were cleaning it so the teacher wouldn't complain about the whiteboard being black.
"Clean, as usual, good job Aveline," Nathan said.
"Thanks, Nathan," Aveline said as she put the eraser on the teacher's table. Patrick, Shaddam, and Alex were approaching the door together as usual. Those three were always very close. Ryan was browsing Reddit on the back of the class.
Laura was writing the agenda for the class and Patrick was checking the class inventory in case some of the stuff went missing. Most of the students besides the staffs were preparing for the class.
"How's Lynn?" Shaddam approached Patrick after he put both of their bags at the table.
"She's good. I'm in contact with her, but she's in a different school isn't she?" Patrick said as he walked to his chair. He sat down on that table and he put his books and utensils on that table.
To be honest, Patrick wanted to put his ACR on the table, but his suspicion of Shaddam being Bravo was still there. In short, he afraid that his friend would like to kill him.
"Patrick, what's the matter? You seem to be daydreaming," Shaddam said. Patrick just shook his head. Patrick looked at the whiteboard. He waited for the teacher to come.
Patrick looked at his phone. He looked at the documents that were disguised as an ordinary PDF on his phone. He was looking for Iris's name on that file. It wasn't hard to find the file, the hard part was to find the evidence that Iris was killed or kidnapped.
The teacher came to the class and Patrick put the phone in his pocket as the teacher sat down on the teacher's desk. Patrick looked at his table. He wondered how long would the normality last. As far as he knew, it wouldn't be surprising if his school got suddenly shot by rioters. If that happened, all bets would be off.
***
Tuesday, 2nd of December 2020. 1400 Hours. A coffee shop near Trinity High School.
"Ok, I should be working. And the manager is probably scared of us," Patrick said as Clara and Lynn were using their combat loadout. They entered the coffee shop rudely by kicking the front door while Patrick was working. Patrick pretended that he didn't know them and left the coffee shop and changed into his combat loadout.
All of them were standing in front of the counter of that coffee shop. Patrick had no idea why they came, but one thing for sure. They came because there was something urgent, every single one of them was holding a machine gun. Lynn with her MG5, Clara with her LWMMG, and Patrick with his PKP.
[Attack A Convoy]
A convoy containing secret information has been spotted in the capital. It's confidential information stolen from the CIA. Please retrieve it and return it to Langley.
-Herring
Rewards:
[200,000$] [CIA Reputation +++] [Rep ++++]
"So... What's the matter?"
"Our target. We found her, let's go," Lynn walked to an armored vehicle. Well, not an armored vehicle, it was Hitman 1. They were waiting on their tank.
"Nice to meet you Delta, I'm Zulu," The commander of that tank said as he entered the tank.
Zulu entered the tank and the tank started rolling down the empty street of the capital. The road was empty due to the fact that the city was under lockdown.
Lynn, Clara, and Patrick entered a black SUV as usual. On their way, Clara explained that the other contractors were waiting for them on a traffic junction and would join the operation as the tank passed by.
Clara was driving the car, "So... Alpha, Bravo, Foxtrot, and Hotel will be using helicopters?" Patrick asked.
"Yeah, well, they also brought Tango, Charlie, Echo, Kilo, X-ray, and Sierra on the Blackhawks to act as a door gunner," Clara said as Patrick listened to it. He knew that he would be in a more useful role if he used something more versatile.
"Change of plan. I will be using my Su-35," Patrick said as he pressed his smartphone. Clara and Lynn agreed to that change of plan.
[Su-35S]
[Loadout: A-A]
[10x R-77 "Adder"]
[6x R-74 ]
[Damage: 0%]
[Fuel: 100%]
[Teleport to the vehicle directly. 20 km in distance]
Patrick pressed the button and he immediately disappeared from the black SUV. "Please, don't tell me that we're the only infantry here," Lynn said.
"Not really, the others on the helicopter will come down once we successfully intercept that shipment," Clara said as she saw a tank was parked on a traffic junction. It was Hitman 2's Leopard. The tank followed the Leopard from behind as they drove to intercept the convoy.
Alpha: "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is Alpha speaking. We will be your guardian angel for today."
Suddenly, an AH-64 Apache flew on top of their heads. It was followed by two Blackhawks in DAP loadout from behind. All of them were equipped with AGM-114 Hellfire missiles that could easily blow up a tank to smithereens.
They didn't want to repeat the same mistake but being under armed when attacking an armored convoy. Lynn got shot by .50 BMG was more than enough lesson for them. They also didn't want to mess with the military again since Lynn's arm and leg was more than enough casualty.
Hotel: "This is Hotel. Will provide CAS support."
Foxtrot: "Copy that. I will also provide CAS support."
The three helicopters flew away from them as the armored vehicle convoy moved to the target convoy. The Abrams was leading the way while the Leopard was covering their flank.
Echo: "Echo here. We have a visual on the convoy. The target is a container truck that is escorted by a line of police cruisers and SWAT MRAP. From the looks of it, they're the SWAT team."
Well, they had messed with FSB Spetsnaz, a mere SWAT wouldn't pose too much threat for them. The helicopters would keep hovering around the target until the armored vehicle convoy ready to attack them.
It took the convoy three minutes before they arrived at the destination. Once they arrive, they were immediately fired by the SWAT team on their vehicles.
A Blackhawk fired a missile at the vehicle that was leading the convoy. It stopped the convoy midway.
"It's showtime."