KP's Garbage Can Stories/APMD:Mission Savior

This is A Plague Most Deadly: Mission Savior. It will be separated in the parts I wrote.

PART 1 - Published in May 17, 2007
"Geoffrei Reyes, please report to the Mission Briefing. The mission will start at 2 hours."

The loud message roam throughout the Agency of the Black Ops.

"God, just 2 minutes late... they're already rushing me?" Geoff wondered in his mind. He was already wearing his gear.

Geoff was a 25 year old man, of Caucasian and Philippine Decent. He was a special member of the Black Ops for 5 years, mostly participating in search and resuce missions. This would be his first, timed mission, taking place in a once active city, Mecklenburg.

He rushed as fast as he can, since he was 5 rooms away from the mission briefing.

"Evenin' Geoff!" one of the people passed by him greeted.

"Hey.." Replied Geoff.

He quickly arrived in the mission briefing, grabbing a chair as fast as he could.

"Alright, now that we're all here, I'd like to tell you all about our mission." said Commanding Lieutenant Vice. He had a metal pointer in hand, and behind him, a screen with the mission briefing.

"We'll be carrying off a rescue mission. Ya'll have a time limit so I suggest that we rush on this mission."

"There are currently 5 survivors we have to find. Here are their names: Andy Syria, an Ex-MCPD unit,

Donn Baker, part of the U.S military who was meant to save the survivors,

Walther Reyes, an MCPD unitwho was reportedly with Syria,

Michael Lee, who is currently unknown at this time,

Gordon Frohman, once a gunshop owner of the place and have survived,

and Rufus Stockton, an old veteran U.S member who was also meant to search for survivors. He's also a brother of Robert Stockton, a strategist, and an engineer in the Black Ops. There are also other targets you all need to save, but unfortunately we can't track all of them."

One of the soldiers in the briefing raised his hand and asked, "How would we know these guys? We don't even have their description or location"

Vice looked at him for a little while, and looked back at the projectory, and putting back both of his arms behind him.

"This is when the radars come in. We are able to track these targets, and while at it, identifying their names. It is a very interesting piece of technology."

All the soldiers, including Geoff, who was listening to Vice, were nodding to each other.

"This mission will be free of supervision. That means, ya'll need to do whatever it takes to rescue the targets, and bring them back to the chopper. Ya'll got 2 hours before the missile launches. We've adviced the military to look out for you guys. This is much more like a stealth mission... it is certainly unknown on what lies ahead. Oh, and before we finish this briefing, I'd like to apply a side-mission.. retrieve a purple sample, if you ever find it. It is in a vial, and it might be lying anywhere on the place. Now, go move out. Immediately report to the armory and into the aircraft stations."

The briefing was quickly over, with Vice stepping into another room in the briefing and all the soldiers rushing to the armory.

"Wonder how those radars will turn out," Geoff said out loud. "Hmph, I'd rather rely on myself than technology... I used to live in Mecklenburg," one soldier replied to Geoff's statement. He looked at who talked. It was an African American man beside him. "I'm Andrew. I'll be your medic for this mission." "Nice to meet you, Andrew" replied Geoff to his introduction. They both became quick friends.

Once they got to the armory, a little stout man was there. "Welcome ye dudes, go get yir gear!!" said the man. "Yes mr. Jack." Replied Geoff.

Jack was in charge of the armory. He frequently cleaned the room to keep it clean, fixing the vests, polishing the guns. He always brought plentyful ammuntion when it will almost run out.

Geoff got into his black vest, and wore his nightvision goggles. He then grabbed his m16 rifle and a beretta with him. He then took his backpack, which he filled ammunition, some skittles, and a whole lot of de-infection shots. He also carried a photo of his parents with him, who lived in Washington, away from New York, where the black ops base resided. He then took it out, and had a moment by himself. "This'll be just for you, mom and dad, I promise to be back tommorrow." he said to the photo, tearing a little bit.

He then placed it away and walked to the aircraft station.

Geoff climbed up to the black ops jetcraft, which was made especially for small units. There he sat with his friend, Andrew. "Nervous?", Andrew Asked. "Nope... I'm fine." Geoff replied. The jetcraft sped off toward the road and calmly flew away, with great speed.

"Sooooo..." one soldier suddenly said out loud. "I'm Jimbo.... just an infrantry unit. You can take me anywhere! What'r all yer names?" All the soldiers looked at Jimbo with curiosity but it didn't last for long. "Breen's my name, Infantry unit."

"Nicholas, I am nicholas. I'm an assault unit."

"Andrew... your medic for tonight."

"Bardo, I'm also a medic. "

"Chester, I snipe.."

"Reggie. Infantry."

"Loverman. I'm here to love."

All the soldiers paused and looked at him strangely.

"Nah just kidding, I'm Anderson and I registered to be a chef but I ended up being a heavy assault unit... all I wanted was to cook..." All the soldiers who looked at him then laughed. "Nice to meet you, Anderson, I'm Geoff and I'm another infantry unit!"

"Name's Jimmy and I'm the engineer.."

They all laughed and talked, while they waited to arrive..

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