The sound of traffic is heard from outside as a open beer bottle slides across the counter to a man in a tattered suit. "Thank you." He says putting a $2 bill on the table. "Keep the change." He says before taking a drink. Agent 026 enters walks in the bell at the door ringing as he enters. "ah, shit. It's 026." The man says turning towards Agent 026.
"Shit must be bad if your getting me involved, let me guess, another World War, maybe The Reaper Elves have returned. Or maybe a..." The man is interrupted by Agent 026. "Sandoz is planning something, and we are going to need all the help we can get." The man puts his beer bottle down. "Sandoz. Thats a name I haven't heard in years." Agent 026 sits down beside the man. "Sandoz has an army that threatens all of us. The world needs you again, Vex."
Vex looks over at Agent 026.
-Redacted Location, Nexus Outpost.
A helicopter lands at a Nexus Outpost Grey and Richard waiting by the heli pad. "So Agent 026 got Vex, now we're missing Jay, 3, 4, Alpha 12, and Agent 016." Richard says unwrapping a piece of gum. Grey smirks and says. "Who said those guys were missing. 3 and 4 are currently unavailable right now, Jay is getting our vehicle while 16 and 12 are on the way."
Vex and Agent 026 step out of the helicopter 2 Security officers carrying KSG shotguns staying close to Vex as he steps down from the heli pad. Vex chuckles. "So, you need my help but yet no one trusts me enough to let me roam freely." Agent 026 opens a flask. "We may need your help but remember, here your labeled as a Hostile Entity. You can't be controled and you have very little survival instincts due to your immortality. You may not be a danger to your self, but you can pose a danger to others. And that danger to others is why we need you back on the team."
Vex chuckles again. "And you believe that shotguns will stop me?"
Agent 026 takes a sip from his flask before closing it. "We have learned high explosive shotgun rounds can stop anything."
-Nevada Dessert, Area 51
CIA Agent Carlos stands at the front entrance to Area 51. "The CDF Convoy scheduled to come in today. Yeah, it's not here."
GOC Agent Phillips gets on the radio. "What do you mean not here?"
Carlos takes a seat. "Its just gone. No communication from it and no visual on it. You think the Site 56 attack had anything to do with it?"
Phillips enters a tram before answering. "God, I hope not."
-Unknown Location, Chaos Insurgency Hanger.
Sandoz opens the back door of an armored trailer. "Woah. Don't you think this is over kill?" Sandoz asks with concern. Mr Skull begins to calibrate a proto Exo Suit while saying. "We are taking on both the secret and known world. We are going to need all the help we can get to prevent hell fire from coming down on us within the next 12 hours. If we pull off anymore stunts like that they will bring the hammer down, and we are going to need to fight back when they do. Because right now, we wont stand a chance."
Sandoz shakes his head and closes the door. "Jesus I want a war not a massacre, this weapon you brought me is genocidal. But its too late to take it back. Just go forward with Phase 2." Sandoz says walking away from the trailer.
-Classified Location, CDF Dock.
The CDF Ragnarock Class Destoryer sits in rest its crew unaware of whats to come. Two SUVs pull up to the dock a CDF MP carrying a M4 walks up to the front vehicle. "I'm sorry but this is a restricted area." He says approaching the driver side door. The MP taps on the window. "Sir I'm going to have to ask...." Before he could finish a sniper round from inland rips through the MP as Mercs exit the SUVs 10 in all. They approach the Destroyer shooting all Crew members on sight as 3 motor boats pull up to the dock.
-Antarctic, Nexus HQ.
Agent Zero sits in his office drinking whiskey from a shot glass. "Sandoz, that kid has many problems and due to that. Hes dangerous, unpredictable, emotionally unstable with a world view that poses not only a threat for us but the globe. He wants to see the world burn but at the same time he believes that life is sacred. I will never understand him and if his threats are true. Than we are dealing with a possible deathcon 10, maybe 9 that is, if he has the missing CDF convoy."
Chris leans back in his chair smoking a cigar. "And your telling me this why?" Chris says with confusion. Agent Zero leans in. "Because you can pass this info across all agencies faster than I can."
"Who should I tell?" Chris asks before flicking the ash from his cigar. Agent Zero sets an empty shot glass down and smiles. "Everyone."
-New York, Base 88.
Agent B sits in the meeting room of Facility A watching as his advisers enter the room, several armed guards standing back against the wall around the room on all end ready for anything. A hologram of Chris appears in the center of the round table as the advisers take a seat. "So whats the meeting about?" B asks with concern. Chris lifts up a tablet stating. "See for your self." Several files appear on a touch pad infront of B.
Chris began his report. "About 39 hours ago the CI and AEF almost destroyed SCP Site 56. But that you already know, what you don't know is that the attack on Site 56 was a distraction. Because while we responded to the attack a Class 6 CDF Convoy was hijacked the same people who attack Site 56. The Chaos Insurgency and AEF on their own are no problem, but together they overwhelmed Site 56 and stole a breach guarded convoy transporting a weapon of mass destruction. And this is where Agent Zeros warning comes in. Sandoz is planning something big and it could either be nothing or it could wipe out our entire spieces as a whole."
B flips through the files on his touch pad. "how do you know it was Sandoz?" Chris slides his finger across the tablet sending security footage from Site 56. The footage shows Sandoz standing over an injured Dr. Cool in the panic room. Sandoz is about to shoot Dr. Cool when out of view a shot is fired hitting Sandoz in the arms causing him to shift his attention and fire at the unseen attacker. At this point 2 NTF rush over and begin escorting Sandoz out of the room.
B friends the footage and points at Sandoz. "We have a clear view at his face and we have his name. Whats stopping us from going after him?" B says aggrovated. Chris pushes up his glasses before saying. "He has no records, no Social Security Number, no finger prints, no proof of existences. All we have is a name and what he looks like along with a blood sample. But other than that hes a ghost in a sea of almost 8 billion people. Thats why we cant find him."
B exits the file. "So all we can do is wait tell he fucks up?"
Chris grins. "Correct."
B leans forward covering his face with his hands. "What if he doesn't Fuck up? Someone who can order 2 attacks at once and succeed with both doesn't sound like the type to Fuck up so easily."
Chris places his hand on a panel to his left. "Than just hope for the best." Chris presses a button and his hologram vanishes from the room. B rests his face against his hands thinking as his Advisers talk amoungest each other. "This whole thing is going to get worse" B says to himself before exhauling. "And now we need to check for CI's in our ranks. F•cking needle in a haystack." B mutters before standing up from his seat.
-Pacific Ocean, CDF Omacron 1 Fleet.
Cpt Blake makes his way to the bridge as a perimeter alarm echoes throughout the Battle Ship. "I swear to God if this is just another drill." Blake says taking a look at the screen. "What the F•ck?" He says with confusion. "I didn't think they authorized the deployment of a Ragnarock Class Destroyer." Blake says to the surrounding crew members. Blakes first mate Cpt Turner gets on the radio. "This is the Omacron 1 of the CDF Fleet, please state your business in this sector, over." He waits for a response.
Turner gets back on the radio. "Hello, this is Cpt Turner of the Omacron 1 CDF Fleet. Do you read me? Over."
Just than the Ragnarock Class Destroyer begins to come into view. "If you do not answer we will open fire." Just than several artillery batteries rise from the center of the destroyer. "Oh shit." Turner says as the batteries open fire. 36 napalm shells rain down on the CDF fleet in a whoorl wind of chaos and destruction. The crews across all ships scrambling in surprise ad the liquid fire expands with each explosion. Blake jumps to the ground as fire blows through the windshield sending shrapnel into Turners chest and face. Smoke rises from the fleet as the napalm shells continue raining down like an unending hail storm of mass destruction.
Blake slowly gets up to his knees looking around the bridge. Burned bodies and dying crew men surround him as ash fills the air. Blake drags himself to the main console. Turners Screams echo in the back ground as he attempts to pull a piece of glass from his eye.
Blake reaches up to the console hitting the SOS beacon.
-Redacted, Navel Base.
An SOS beacon from the Omacron fleet reaches their communication center. A Navel Agent zooms in viai satellite. "Holy shit." He exclaims viewing the sheer fire power of the Ragnarock Destoryer raining down on a navel fleet of 7 battle ships like an airstike against ants.
The Agent picks up his walkie talkie stating. "Your not going to like what I have to say."
To be continued....