Top Secret.

[Nova Cian]

*Switzerland, A small town called Tohun. 3:30am*

The sounds of a helicopter can be a beautiful sound or your worse nightmare. In this case it was a golden sound for Icon and his small squadron. Retreating from heavy enemy gunfire one of his men was shot in the back of the leg taking him down. He looked back to find his man falling to the ground. Icon was never a one to leave a man behind, so of course he was going to go back even if it meant to throw away his own life to save his comrades.

He raised his rifle to take aim at the oncoming Russian attackers. The sounds of bullets whistling through the air grazed but his ear nearly taking it off. Icon Fired his MSG-17 assault rifle, one of the militaries finest weapons and a powerful one indeed. He hit his first target with two bullets in his chest. He quickly shifted his gun to the next target hitting him in between the eyes.

Icon was either really lucky or very skilled to pull of such a shot so quickly. Now firing randomly as he grabbed his teammate placing his left hand around his friend tricep wrapping around, his fingertips reaching his bicep. Icon began to drag his friend across the snow covered land. The dead weight really slowed Icon down to the point of were he got shot in his arm, but that didn't slow the fairy big guy . Of course we wasn't as big as his commanding officer, but he was still pretty large for a guy his size.

'Where the hell is Tank with those reinforcements' Thought Icon as a large explosion went off a few yards away. "Give me some Cover Fire Guys!" he shouted at his guys.

[me]

'Breath in,'
'Breath out',
'Breath in,'
'Damn.. Icon better still be alive...'

It was early morning, the skies were still dark. Tank sat down at a corner of a Mi-24 Hind assault copter. Tank never did like to be late for a party, especially when he knew it was Icon who was throwing it. "What's taking so long? Enjoying the scenery Soldier?" Tank bellowed to the pilot over the sound of the chopper.

"No commander!" The pilot replied a little too quickly, so quickly in fact that Tank was tempted to sock-him-one in the face and take over piloting the copter. However with much effort Tank managed to restrain himself, "We're reaching destination sir!" The pilot announced a little too proudly.

"Bout' damn time.." Tank muttered with a maniacal grin, the chopper slowly started to descend to the rendezvous point, hails of gunfire filled the air and Tank felt at home. He positioned himself at the auto turret, Tank noticed what appeared to be his squad running in his direction, behind them enemy target firing. With a laugh of pure enjoyment Tank gave cover fire to his squad.

[Nova Cian]

Two of his men hesitated for a moment, but reluctantly they aided him with there cover fire. The sounds of a helicopter was close Icon raised his head to see Tank. His buddy Had finally arrived to the battle with reinforcements. A couple of men rushed out of the chopper to Icon's position helping with his fallen comrade. Once they grabbed him Icon immediately did a 180 turn and began firing at the oncoming Russian's.

The Captain slowly rushed back over to the chopper and got in sitting next to his temporary maimed buddy. The rest of the crew entered and the began their ascend. Sounds of bullets ricocheting off of the metal were heavy.

"Oh How I'm glad to see you Tank! Those guns sound perfect." he said with a almost evil grin. the chopper began to fly north, finally they were out of rang from their enemies. At least thats what they thought.

"What is that." said one of the new recruits. Icon Glanced out of the window to see a tomahawk cruise missile coming at them.

"Holy shit!" shouted as the cruise missile stuck the tail end of the copter. They began to spin out of control, some men falling out of the air vacuum that was created from the large missile. Continuously spinning out of control in a downward spiral eventually crashing into the snow covered tree lines.

Icon's vision was blurred, looking around for any signs of life. He rose to his feet coughing his lungs out. "Tank you still alive?"

[me]

Icon's men sure took their sweet-ass-time making their way to the chopper. I was almost tempted to hop down and drag them there myself, but as long as they were firing, they were forgiven. A few of my men from the copter rushed out to offer Icon's team some assistance, while I kept bucking down those Russian sons-of-bitches from the torrent.

As my old Pal Icon finally made it in the helicopter I burst out into fits of laughter, "ICON! You lucky Bastard! Still as hard to kill as ever, I see!" I roared over the sounds of guns blazing.

"Oh How I'm glad to see you Tank! Those guns sound perfect." He replied with his usual Devilish grin. I was glad to easy he hasn't changed since the last time I saw him.

The Chopper once again ascended in to the air, leaving our enemies alone to play with themselves- for the meantime at least. "What is that." One of our blasted young recruits asked, Icon went over to the window to check it out, but I didn't need too, I knew very well what that sound was already. I burst out into laughter.


"Holy shit!" I heard someone say. As predicted the missile hit us at our tail, we spin out of control.

"It's a great day to die!" I roar foaming from the mouth like a rabid dog. The chopper falls at a downward spiral, is this it? Is this the end?

Sometime later I awake from the sound of Icon's voice, "Tank you still alive?" Immediately I notice a sharp broken pipe jutting out from my right shoulder blade.

"Yeah, only a flesh wound," I say pulling the pipe out of me, apparently with Icon's luck he manage to survive. Me on the other hand, I'm alive for an entirely different reason. "Wish I could say the same for our squad.." I say noticing all the bodies of our comrades littered about.

[Nova Cian]

Icon picked up an m16 that was laying on the ground in front of him, a weapon used by the recruits. When he heard Tanks voice he was a bit relieved to know he wasn't alone. Scanning the area to see if anyone was still alive, but judging by the still bodies that were scattered about he knew there might not be anyone left. He heard some shuffling around a small pile of metal, so he decided to check it out.

Someone was still alive? He kicked over on of the pieces of metal to find one of the pilots laying there in pain.

"Please help me!" said the pilot.

Icon stood there for a second shaking his head. Half of the copters blade was plunged through the side of his body. Icon raised his M16 rifle and took a shot at his forehead ending the pilots pain.

"Icon!" shouted another from across the way. It was one of the recruits. Icon wondered how in the blue hell had he survived such a crash. "Sir. Nikolai is still alive he'll be fine for the next few hours, but we need to get him some serious medical attention,"

"Is he on conscious?"

"No he's out cold,"

"Damn he's going to slow us down. He's the only one who knows where Alikad is. Ok private your new objective is to secure a line to send for another chopper. The extraction point should be too far from here. I'm gonna find Tank Well meet at the village not to far from here." The private nodded and Icon resumed his search for Tank.

[me]

I cracked my neck a bit, and went toward the direction where I heard Icon's voice. I was losing a decent amount of blood from my right shoulder, so I punched the wound and told it to simmer down, it ignored me so I ripped a piece of one of my dead comrades shirt and tightly wrapped it around my arm, you wouldn't believe how difficult that is to do with one arm.

After telling my arm to quit being a pansy, I continue to look for Icon. I draw my Colt M1911A1 pistol from my boot, I wish I had heavier artillery to work with but it doesn't matter, worse comes to worse I'll just shoot the gun out of a enemy officers hands and punch him in the face. I was fond of my pistol anyway, I called it the lullaby, because I put many people to sleep with it. I even had the name inscribed into the barrel of the gun.

"ICON! Where the hell are you!?" I bellow around, it probably isn't prudent for me to start screaming my location, but if a enemy pops up it's his funeral, not mine. "ICON! Don't go trying to be a hero without me! You know how I hate that shit!"

I think I see Icon not to far away, so I walk toward him, "I was thinking of heading toward the nearby village, what say you?" I ask Icon.

[Mia/Noir]

(( )))

"Rhiannon! Rhiannon!"

"Yes Mama."

Walking along a snow covered track with a basket full of herbs above her head, Rhiannon slowly made her way back to her village. The was quite, strange for a country with a war going on. It never quite sat right with her, wars that is. Rhiannon just saw them as unnecessary things but others seemed to think that they were fighting for the right cause.

"Rhiannon! Rhiannon!! Hurry!!"

"Yes Mama."

"Don't yes Mama me! The smoke signal is up, there is fighting about to start near here so hurry child."

Rhiannon's mother forced herself to walk faster toward the village, she was afraid of war and always wanted to be as far from it as she could. However recently it had been coming closer to their village and soon they would have to leave, this agreed Rhiannon.

"Mama I'm not running! I hate how they fight, why should we suffer because they can't sort out their problems!"

"Hush-"

Before her mother could scold her child gun fire could be heard in the distance, too close though for comfort. Instinctively her mother dropped her basket and ran to her child covering her and pulling her into the thickness of the bushes.

"Mama stop, they are far away, they wont come here."

Just as Rhiannon said it a helicopter flew above the trees quite close to them. Both the women jumped as a missile connected with the tail of the plane and sent it spiraling down. Rhiannon's eyes went wide as she watched it come crashing down in the forest, she began to pull away from her mother.

"Neh What are you doing! Come back!"

Rhiannon had freed herself from her mothers grip and shot off into the forest, her destination the helicopter. She raced past the trees and came to a quick stop about 20 meters away from the plan wreck, hidden in the shrubs she watched as some survivors came out of the wreckage.

[Nova Cian]

I heard Tank yelling from the distance it was obvious from the sound of his voice that he thought I left him there. That would never be the case only because I can't do it alone not with a raw recruit and besides we've been buddies for years. When in the blue hell have I ever left him behind? I check my M16 rifle to make sure it wasn't jammed, that was a common problem with the standard issued weapon.

I felt quite lucky to not have been hurt from that crazy crash that just happened. So I walk in the direction I hear Tank yelling from. "I'm Right here Buddy and since when have I ever left you out of a party?" I raised my left eyebrow as I ask.

"I guess that doesn't really matter. What we need to do is get out of here there's a village not to far from here. We'll be meeting up with private silkens and our informant. Yes seriously I know what your thinking what the hell kind of name is Silkens. It's a girls name if you ask me, but lets get moving." I pull out a dessert eagle out of my back pocket and hand it over to Tank.

Just as we are about to leave a hear some brushing sound in the bushes. "Tank I think we've got company." I whispered to Tank.

[Xavier Youngblood]

Richard Alexander Prince Wellington III walked with a sense of urgency after he exited the helicopter that air lifted him to Ramstien Air Base in Germany. He kicked himself for taking leave after, even when the commander insisted it was important. So what his grandmother was in the hospital? His comrades needed him, and he deserted them on this mission. Well, he didn't exactly desert them, he wasn't even told of this mission. He was quite sure the commander had something to do with that. Only six months on the elite squad, ICE137, and he had already messed up.

ICE137 was such an elite unit within the US government, that one needed Sensitive Compartmented Information(SCI) clearance just to know about them. They really didn't exist, and though there were more agencies and military units just as secret within the US, ICE137 always seemed to get the crap jobs- which of course, they wouldn't have it any other way. Many of the SEALs and Delta Forces most well documented operations were secretly handled by ICE137, and only the best of the best were invited to join.

Being invited to join, of course, didn't mean you were in. You would then have to undergo a two-year training program, in the most secret installation in the world. If one didn't meet the requirements to pass training, it meant they were dead. The training often sent trainees to the heart of dangerous missions, and this school only had a five-percent success rate.

Why did the commander have me take leave? he asked himself. It's not as if he loved his family very much. The whole reason Richard joined the military was to get away from his well-to-do family. He saw them as a bunch of sycophantic phonies, who didn't care for anyone but themselves. All of them, except for of course, his sister who had died from a sickness.

Richard walked into the command center, where he was to get his orders, and immediately saluted the Three-Star General who sat at the desk. "Sergeant Ghost," the General, James Mathers acknowledged returning the salute.

Richard still hadn't gotten used to that name. In ICE137, one no longer had their name, but was given a new one; usually a name that had something to do with your abilities. In Richard's case, he was called Ghost, due to his ability to disappear and "haunt" his enemies.

"At ease, Ghost," the General ordered. Ghost immediately assumed the at-east position.

"I hear we have a situation," Ghost stated calmly and expressionlessly.

"We have a problem... two actually," General Mathers answered. "4 hours ago, a helicopter containing many members of your squad was shot down."

Ghost didn't like what he was hearing, he knew that the military did not care if these guys were shot down, and there was probably more interested in the information that his crew was carrying, but still he stated nothing and just listened.

"There has been no word from Captain Tank or Captain Icon," the General stood silent, choosing his words carefully. "No distress beacon has been deployed, and there has been radio silence ever since."

Ghost stood silent and General Mathers eyed him up and down. "We want you to find them. You will deploy with a small detachment of your squad."

"Am I to assume," Ghost finally spoke up, "that there is sensitive information that needs to be retrieved."

The General spat, "Dammit Ghost, you know just as well as I do that there is always information that needs to be recovered or destroyed. In this case, you will find out if the information has been obtained, and if the people who know are still alive or not. If they are, you bring them back, unless they can't be brought back then you will put a bullet in their heads, and leave undetected."

Ghost couldn't stand this kind of order. On the battlefield there was always brotherhoods and friendships formed, but in bureaucratic offices of the brass, people were expendable. Ghost didn't care much for these orders, he would bring his team back alive no matter what. Of course, he didn't actually say that.

"The second problem?" Ghost asked.

The General nodded and said one word that gave Ghost everything he needs to know, "Carnage".

The General was referring to Private First Class Boofer, who was another relatively new recruit in ICE137. Both Ghost and Boofer were the only ones in their class to survive their training, however, Boofer never listened to orders, and always did things his own ways. For this reason he was given the name, Carnage. Carnage was also very eccentric, and often carried a gauntlet with him that was more of a hindrance than it was helpful. His idea was to eventually pump himself with adrenaline that was provided by the gauntlet, but Ghost explained to him a hundred times how it wouldn't work. The only thing worse than that, was Carnage's theories on how Autism was actually a super power...

"I gave Carnage direct orders to wait for you, but he decided that orders don't apply to him. If you find Carnage you are to bring him back if possible. We can't have loose cannons running wild over this part of the world."

"Yes, sir," Ghost replied.

The General nodded. "Go prep your team. Dismissed." Ghost saluted the General and Mathers returned it.

[Mia/Noir]

Rhiannon had gotten too close, one of the men had seen her and she couldn’t help but think this had been a bad idea. Quickly she pulled back into the bushes further only she turn as she did, breaking into a run not caring if they heard. Her mother no doubt would be slowly making her way after her and Rhiannon had to warn her to turn back. Right now she had wished that she had listened.

Branches rushed past her face and hit her body but she kept running. “Mama! Mama!” she could see her mother now and started to wave her arms to warn her to run, which she did. Rhiannon caught up with her and they both ran towards their village; she worried for it wasn’t really heavily guarded but the military and didn’t have very many armed men but still they had to get there before they were caught, who knew what these men were capable of?