Andrew looked on, just thinking in his head of what next. "Damn right. You hear that Konstantin? If you don't, we'll bring you up to speed later, if you do, don't mind me if I say I'm having the first punch." Andrew said, as they drove through the tight streets, headed to their next car. The roads winded and skewed, but they had lost their lead, as they approached a car park, a small and shitty multi-storey of sorts. "Pull in here. We'll move the body over." Andrew added, as they looked for their car- the black Toyota Land Cruiser, with a diesel V8 and being a reasonably new model, not exactly being in place here. But it was a tank, and would get them out, with Konstantin, quickly, as well as having some bulk for rougher applications. Coming in, Andrew knew what to get to, as he got out, carrying Konstantin to the new escape car, aware that Nolan had the keys. "Come on then brother, let's get this fucker some of our own treatment. Scumbag." ([url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFERraEdIm0]Music[/url] for the begging of this scene. It'll feature some pretty horrible shit to say the least.) About a few hours later, and they were headed south, for the Afghan-Tajik border, closer towards the triangulation point where China, Afghanistan and Tajikistan's borders met in the deep mountains of the Tian Shan subsided to a plateau that was the Hindu Kush. Areas which Ross and Carl, Team Knight, had operated in to destroy IEDs and weapons caches over the border from Maz-i-Sharif. The highway soon turned to gravel, but they were almost there, as they came into the small abandoned mill. It was open but that worked well in return to see if anyone was coming- the place was abandoned, but served a very distinct purpose. They'd lay low, till the CIA came along, and took Konstantin into their responsibility. Andrew expected nothing, and the fact that it was the middle of the day, in a shithole like this, in a valley that had seen better times, meant that Andrew had already had enough- and wanted to take the responsibility here, perhaps since he himself knew what it was like to be tortured. He wanted to really relay the message back. They sat on the first floor by the water wheel, the old mill being a little weird, but having a large water wheel and a mostly derelict function for grain. This was Pre-Soviet, this was probably a Russian development on the plains here, but it was long dead and forgotten, the local farmers having different crops and different functions to deal with crops here. But it was perfect, for what the sniper team wanted. Konstantin had a bag over his head, and was tied to a chair, only waking up two hours ago and being covered by Andrew to keep him in suspense. "Reckon it's time? Extract has another hour, but I haven't even seen a fucking goatherder come past. We are in the middle of fucking nowhere. Konstantin, you hear that? It means that we have our happy hour now." Andrew added, walking over as he took the rag off, but kept it in his hand. He pulled his water bottle out, as Konstantin looked on. "Nobody's going to hear you. We want answers. Now, the CIA will take a long time, so you're getting hell..." Andrew said, cut off as Konstantin spat at Andrew, interrupting him. "You won't get a word from me! You, and your scum! Even when I talk, what will you get, huh? Some information on why those people are dead? That it? The men and women that have the supplies are very, very dangerous. They are more powerful than you think, they will find the people that killed Ahmed and lynch you by your balls! You hear me!" Konstantin yelled, Andrew laughing, before then kicking him off his chair, straight in the kidney. "CUNT!" Andrew yelled, walking over, as Konstantin shuddered, a smirk still on his face somehow. "You think this is funny? I've seen some sick fucks, but you killed too many people, you and your fucking boss! You're going to either die quickly, if you tell us what you know, or I'll have to give you a taster of what having a fucking torch shoved up your behind without a fucking lubricant feels like. Don't fucking push me son, don't. Because as much as I want to keep this civilized, I'll show you why this works like it does." Andrew said, pulling him over from his tied position on the chair, before taking his head, and shoving the rag into his yelling mouth. The man bit hard, but he didn't care. Keeping it hard, Andrew poured the water bottle slowly, Konstantin yelling and coughing, as he tried to kick out. "You like that? Fucking bitch." Andrew said, pouring the rest of the bottle, as he looked back at Nolan. "Can you detach that silencer from my Mk18 Nolan? I mean, it's a nice fucking thing, but we may need to get messy here." Andrew said, looking down. "You won't break that easy. I wouldn't. But you know something, I fucking know it. It's why you're expendable to the people that were after you, they would kill you. So you know so little that it blows our minds, or you know exactly who, and what is getting supplied." "Fuck off!" He yelled, as Andrew slammed him in the face with his water bottle, the steel thing clanging hard as Konstantin yelled again. "You'll cough it up or you'll be coughing up blood now and later." Andrew said, walking around. "You realize how much shit is on you. People, worldwide, want answers. Every intelligence agency in the world wants a piece of whatever could have been connected to this, so you'll be going from Guantanamo Bay to secret holding cells up the French President's ass, to the shittiest rathole prison in Afghanistan for the rest of your life, till you say why. I know how you feel ,weakened but somehow hopeful. Perhaps, if I show you where the fuck you are, you'll realize." Andrew said, looking at Nolan. "Get his chair back up. Let me look." Andrew said, turning around, as he got his GPS from a mount on his arm, pulling it out as he turned it on, looking at Konstantin. "We're close to where you had stashes...and to be honest, while there are Guerrillas here, they have no fucking trace of us, not one since the roads end here and fucking wilderness starts. We might as well be on the outer rings of Uranus now. We know your boss, he's not exactly the most sociable guy, and he doesn't matter much. In fact, it's you that really is the man in question. He just sits there with an Excel document and a few warehouses, you go and do his dirty work for him, isn't that right? You sell shit, make it go to people, like that unknown group that exists out of fucking nothing. One of your friends died in China recently, on that dam on the Mekong, isn't that right? Liked him?" Andrew asked, aware he was fluctuating a little bit, but psychologically draining him more. "Hated that asshole. Like you really." "Charming. Not going to be like that when you literally have a silencer five inches up your asshole. Shit, when our friends arrive, they'll probably throw a medal my way for making your ass a few inches wider. Just tell me now, Konstantin, and we'll be done with it. Number one, who the fuck are the people you sold it to, two, why does Ahmed Masood affiliate in brokering it as an intermediate, three, what's their latest orders? The last thing I want to know is, is if you know of a heavily armored mercenary that they hire. That's all I want mate, nothing more if you don't want. But you fail to do that, you fail to really understand the gravity of what comes next. Because trust me. I've seen a man go through it, and he fucking screams like a little bitch. Do you understand?" Andrew said, looking in his face, as Konstantin smirked, and spat. "Fuck you." He said, as Andrew turned to Nolan. "Well...I'd use gloves, but pull it out after. Even if it's full of diarrhea from what just happened, just so he knows- it's the filthier bit of our job, but I think he'll tell after. He's all yours." Andrew said, looking over, wiping the spit from his face as he punched him in the kidney and then the face again, walking away as he then heard yelling, as he quickly checked the car, before coming back up the ladder and back towards Konstantin, laughing as he screamed like a little girl in agony and pain. "Ohh fuck...man, that is disgusting. How the fuck the CIA do this daily, I don't know. But that's just a good reminder of what sort of sick shits you'll be living with soon Konstantin. I think you'll be a little more telling now." Andrew said, Konstantin puking as Nolan finished off, and Andrew waited till it was all gone. "Fine. You fucking want answers, I'll give them. Those three only to you, if that's what you say. One, I have no fucking clue, but you want to figure it out, follow the paper trail. Ahmed knew them well, he knew them very well- that bastard is dead now, so I guess that's a dead lead. But they were Mercenaries, the group paid anyone and anyone with skills and experience. Not like a company, just freelancers and any Al-Qaeda militants that were rising stars that vanished. Like I said, this is bigger than you think, these fuckers will find me, and they want more blood. They don't want what any other terror organization wants, they want something different, they will tear this world apart and they now have enough firepower to level your western civilization now, let alone just Brussels." "Yeah, it is. But scum have to die sometimes, and his life wasn't worth much intelligence to us. So that confirms something- and you know that won't happen my friend, you have no idea how the world replies. Carry on, before you start thinking in a really dumb way. "Okay...second, Ahmed knows them well, he was giving them safe haven and a platform. That is all, I swear- I sold to this man named Faruq Rahman, Pakistani, from the group. Their representative in our deal, Ahmed facilitated the storage in Chechnya and the south of the country. He stood for jackshit, he could have been any Taliban man, nothing at all. We sold modern Russian weaponry, Israeli weaponry, Chinese weaponry, at least 5,000 rifles, 1,000 hundred light machine guns, and 1,000 hundred marksman rifles, with at least double the number to follow to both his specific group and to be distributed from that to the Taliban and Al-Qaeda- at a loss no less. Too many pistols to count, and other things." "What other things, mate. You'll say." "Okay, okay. We sold several anti-aircraft SAM systems, fully-functioning Russian systems they brought in a few years ago, as well as . Faruq is sourcing far more, we had meetings planned for the next few weeks too to discuss other matters. Concerning that mercenary, he was the security detail sent for our representative from the group. They have a few modified versions as well that we've sold or obtained via our sources that would be impossible this year, from the Russian and Chinese programs, all different but sold for sums of money that would give wealth beyond compare- and he was just a borrowed man." Konstantin said, as Andrew looked at Nolan with an "oh-shit" face. "You saying that there's...more?" "You seem surprised...shit, I shouldn't have said that. You fucking know now. I wasn't lying, you think that there's a chance that was just the only one? You are both fucking cunts, but trust me, I was not lying when I said that they are powerful. More than you imagine, from more people than you imagine, and they make out like this is the start." Konstantin said, with differing faces, realizing that he was letting on too much. "Well then, I guess that's a problem we'll deal with eventually. I guess I'm done with you. I'd really like to kill you Konstantin, but I know there are better things in store for you. I'll tell them to start easy, but what they do from there is their call. You still killed hundreds and hundreds of people, so don't even think for a second you are going to walk tomorrow mate." Andrew said, looking on, as he looked to Nolan, aware that they had done their job, as he looked over. "You can cut the recording now Nolan." Andrew said, looking over to his Canadian sniper buddy, with a certain smug look of his own, as he hoped Nolan clicked it off and in the moment he did, Andrew turned back, and knocked Konstantin out with a brutal, nose-breaking punch, kicking his chair over even as he kept it broken and twisted, putting the bag back over as he spat on Konstantin's limp body, and took a seat on the window. -------------------------------- "Merlin, how copy? This is Falcon, over." "Merlin receiving, I hear you Falcon." "We have our man knocked the fuck out. We're sending the tape." "Roger that. Nice work- we can hammer more out." "The guy wasn't lying. We made sure of that, I can tell from his face. He wasn't pulling shit out of his ass since we already got whatever was out. Don't get us into the torture business Merlin, it isn't worth it." "Don't worry, we can take it from here. Helo's coming to extract you- we've almost got it." "Something feels bad about this. Merlin, what was the status from Chinese intelligence about the armored unit?" "Not over this net, Falcon. All you need to know, is that from what we heard on our end, if we confirm this...well, we're talking Armageddon. The end of security and peace, the end of it all if what he says is valid and we get on even terms with what they're going to do next. Good work, Falcon- we hope the EXACTO stuff did as performed for Nolan. Cut the line now Falcon, just keep your heads down for a few minutes longer. Your way out is almost there- we'll get a fast VTC debrief for you at Bagram, but you'll have to be sent out again- our intelligence contacts clocked what seems to be a surge in insurgent activity in the North-East again. The Wakhan Corridor, linking Afghanistan to China- and we're in the stages of implementing a combined-arms, all out offensive against it, in the Hindu Kush with the redeployed 101st Airborne, along with significant deployments of the British 16th Air Assault Brigade- the Corridor is so full of fighters, we're seeing at least quadruple the concentration than in Helmand Province, it really is that bad. We've got Delta, MARSOC and DEVGRU forces already on the ground in the mountains from what intel we picked up from Fletcher, and from what I've heard, this is an escalation." "The PLA are even deploying to the area, since on their side of the border, there's being so many car bombings in Kashgar by an unknown group unaffiliated with the local Uigurs, that they want to get to the bottom of it. Plus in the aftermath of Brussels, this is our best bet to finding a lead and wiping out a significant proportion of their forces. No doubt it's Taliban, but they'll be reinforced by these mercenaries perhaps, and even on the other side of the Afghan border in China, there's going to be anarchy. Seems these fuckers just unified people we don't work with in one clean sweep- PLA command actively wants fucking co-operation for once. Looks like we live in crazy times, Falcon- so stay awake. We'll brief you fully soon." Merlin said over the comms, as Falcon, or Andrew, looked out the window, at the hills and wilderness beyond. (Shifting away- it was long as fuck, but the interrogation scene did drag out. Welcome to an escalation- and though there's a lot of variables here and there, it'll wrap everything previously neatly.) ---------- Natalie rose her eyebrows, when she heard Vympel. "I heard that Victor, about Vympel anyway. I was Spetsnaz Alfa, the Counter-Terrorist and Anti-Insergent group but they thought it was so important, I got a call from the motherland's Foreign Minister today. They say there's been an increase in Chechnya, huge, huge increase of terrorist activity. There's been widespread reactionary operations across Central Asia and in Russia itself by the MVD and Vympel, and it seems they want my magic to go ahead and help them on their wolf hunt. They wanted me back in Russia on some black ops bullshit, but I told them not until they matched and then added 10 percent to my current pay. They paid badly Victor- compared to this. I love my country, I'd kill for my country every day if I could, but I can do more good here. And stay with you, Brute." Natalie said, as Victor hugged her, looking over. "Hmmm..you know, it's blue, red and white that are the colors of both my motherlands. Perhaps it is not shock, it is statement, yes?" Natalie said, as she felt her Mohican fiance's warm skin touch hers, keeping close. "Of course, Victor. Call it a union through that, more than just that ring. Our warpaint, bonding us in the fire and blood of war as Gods!" Natalie said, smiling with a certain glee as she tightened his grip on his hand, as Victor winked, and she knew what was happening. She embraced his kiss, being pulled in as she moved her legs over, letting her bra down and letting her two orbs out, as they foomped forwards. She pulled out her tongue, shaking her head at Victor. "We're not just about to have sex, are we?" Natalie said, bringing one hand down Victor's pants, before bringing it back out. "Not right now, Victor. But I think you want to have another thrill of some sort. A different one from this." Natalie said, kneeling on him, as she stepped off, dropping her panties, as she then implied to Victor to lie down on the bench. Taking a step, Natalie backed up, aware that the 7"11 giant was about to have his mind blown, as her rear hovered a few centimeters above Victor's eyes, as she moved, aware that she had no gas. That would be fatal- she made a mental note that she would explain why it was the case with her to Victor one day. But right there, and right then, Natalie bent over and her two orbs showing between her crack, closer than comfort to Victor's face, calling Victor "lucky" was an understatement. Surviving a 7.62 round, compared to this, was debatable in terms of luck for a certain Mohican that day, "Well...how's the close up?" Natalie said, laughing as she spoke it, Natalie's face lit up. As much as she didn't like showing her body off sometimes, she knew that they both loved it, and that a sex life like this, as well as a specific fact that when you were shot at everyday, Natalie's passion to the only man that compared in any real way to her was beyond real. (Yep.) A few minutes later after doing her thing, Natalie jumped off the bench, looking over. "Hmm...tell you what, I'm in the mood for suiting up, stocking up. and getting back into this. They're sending us into Afghanistan again...and me personally, I think we need to start collecting their brain matter as decoration for or suits. We have a kill count to get to. They fucking brought it back last night, after that thing in Cyprus." Natalie said, still butt-naked, much probably to Victor's pleasure, as she stood half facing him, by her armor. They had about half an hour to get to the briefing, and suiting up took a few, as well as Natalie's personal need to check all her kit. All of it. "Wet work is always fun, pays well and usually, you don't leave traces. It's fun, I guess I enjoy being more involved in the quieter side of the killing buisness when it comes to extra-work hobbies. But when you do, you have North Korea situations, and that was why I'm not going to North Korea for that amount of money again. Interrupted my fucking holiday on New Caledonia, rude." Natalie said, as she got to work on becoming Bear, grunting as she slowly went from nothing, to being very, very well protected. "Could be worse. Could be them I suppose, they can't really be buried when their guts are across the other side of the atolls. Just like what I think we should bring to them, Brute. Looks like this is really what we do best." Natalie said, as she finished a strap on her shoulder, securing herself, as she lumbered forwards, letting a long orange stream from her rear go, as she angled herself upwards a little, a smirk on her unhelmed face as she tucked her hair in with her thick gauntlets quickly. Walking over to an area of the room not frequented often, she took the flamethrower, the giant tanks sitting on her back, as she strapped it up and secured it, the lack of a rucksack strange but the tanks being immense in size. She kept two MP7s on her chest rig, and two MP412 REX pistols at her widened hip, with a large, oversized Spetsnaz Shovel with a machete-like sharpness at her hip, with a smaller one just on her upper left gauntlet, if it needed to be thrown or generally taken in a short notice. The two nozzles for the flamethrower sat neatly just below the oversized blast belt attached to a holster, this flamethrower being custom-built for Victor's or Natalie's purposes. The nozzles were heavy, but gave significant range and spread with the option to spray the place. Her armor was as thick as ever, and she knew that taking her down would take a lot more than just bullets and grenades. And that some motherfuckers were going to get burnt- this being a more industrial, hardcore and ultimatum of a flamethrower than any normal one, being fully built to roast huge areas with a huge fuel capability and a significant fear factor to induce. She breathed hard, checking her CS and Tear Gas grenades, taking the several bundles of cluster 3xV40 Mini grenades on her rig, along with smoke and flares. She felt invincible, and while not wielding a weapon that could fire up to 4000RPM, it really was able to dish out fire on a mass scale. They'd be going soon- and while not 100 percent on how they were inserting, Natalie hoped that if it was extended, they'd get a supply drop and she'd later shift over to her M134 for some different firepower. She gave a come here gesture to Victor, looking over at him as she put her visor down, activating her HUD just to get herself back into it. She moved a little inside, the blue suede comfy as it got for Natalie, as she eased herself in, the giants going from majestic to simply awe-inpsiringly scary, now seeming like they really were able to take on a small army with only a few scratches to bear.