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Black Market Death (xMILENKOx & Sinfulwolf)

Tyler followed Lynn into the house. He was obviously concerned about his brother as he stood with the rest of his team and looked down to Dan. "COME ON DAN USE YOUR FUCKING TECHY BRAIN TO FIND THEM!" Tyler let out a angered shout as he wondered what was going on. Ratko was quick to stand infront of Tyler and stop him from pestering Dan. "Weve lost communications with Blake and Chris thats all.." Ratko said calmly trying to reassure a worried Tyler. Nigel nodded and looked to Lynn. "Blakes radio went dead and we cant get hold of Chris's not only that it seems the out post has some sort of jamming device stopping live satilite feeds!..." Nigel added. Tyler wasnt happy at all and fought with Ratko. "RELAX!.." Ratko shouted at Tyler who began to push against the Russian desperate to see dan's screen.

With blake down and communication dead, Chris then layed down his gun and grabbed Blake by his shoulders and dragged him towards the out post. It wasnt long till a search light shined upon them and guards began to aim their Ak-47s at them. "Остановка!" Yelled a guard from one of the towers. Chris let go of Blake and held his arms up in the air. "Dont shoot!.." Blake cried even though he knew the guards couldnt understand him as he couldnt understand them. Soon 4 guards rushed out to them and arested Chris and Blake. "Hey whos your boss?... El Capitan?... Kommandant?... Boss?!" Chris began to yell as he and Blake were taken into the out post. Soon they ended up in a cell surrounded by soldiers who didnt speak a word of english. Even the officer incharge of the outpost didnt speak english. So far it seemed Chris's plan hadnt worked out how he planned well untill he found someone who spoke english.
 
As Dan worked, trying to find his way through walls of code, and a labyrinth of frequencies Lynn backed away, and ran a hand through her hair, tying it into a ponytail.

"I... I can't take this. I'm going outside for air," she said, moving towards the door.

"Okay okay. Christ let me concentrate," Dan said to not just Lynn, but everyone.

He was getting frustrated, annoyed. He didn't know how to beat this enemy. Whoever was putting the funding into computer software here was damn good. Like... possibly the best. Dan's finger's danced, his eyes scanning every number that flashed across the screen. Suddenly... he stopped.

Dan turned in his seat to face the open door Lynn had just left.

"Guys... how often does Lynn 'go outside for air'," Dan said.
 
Soon a man who didnt look millitary entered the room where Chris and Blake were being held. This new man looked the both up and down suspicously. Blake was still unconcous and Chris looked worried. "So your the american spies who have got the troops here in such high spirits.. what are you CIA?.. NSA?.." The man asked in english. A smile slid across Chris's lips as he was glad to finally meet someone here who spoke english. "Iam not a spie!.. I have infomation for you!... I know where Demetri Romanov is hideing!..." Chris blabbed like a coward wanting to save his worthless hide. With the mention of Demetri the english speaking man seemed to grow interested. "Раскройте клетку.." The man ordered to one of the guards who nodded and unlocked the cell. This strange man seemed to have some authority over the soldier's here even though he looked like a civilian. Chris slowly stepped out of the cell. "Your freind?.." The man asked Chris curiously as Chris seemed to leave Blake in the cell. "Hes not my freind... hes a Romanov supporter... I caught him trying to kill a couple of your guards.." Chris lied to the man who simply grinned in response. "Follow me, my superiors would love to hear what you know about Romanov.." The strange man escorted Chris out of the building and to a black jeep with blacked out windows. Chris was then put in the back of the jeep before the strange man climbed into the passanger seat. The Jeep them drove of away from the outpost.

"This isnt good... first thing tommorrow we will go check out the situation!.." Nigel announced much to the disapointment of Tyler whom growled angrilly before heading out of the house following Lynn. Nigel then turned to Ratko. "Keep an eye on them two make sure they dont do anything stupid!..." Nigel ordered, Ratko nodded and followed Tyler outside. Once alone Nigel approached Dan and looked over the photos and videos Blake managed to get. "Whats that?.." Nigel asked as he pointed to some kind of communication tower in the outpost.
 
Lynn checked her carbine, and cocked the action, putting a round in the chamber. She looked back at the house as Tyler started to emerge, but she was already walking in the direction that Blake and Chris had taken earlier on.

Dan frowned when he saw the tower, trying to make what it was.
"It could be what's blocking the transmissions," he guessed.
 
"Lynn!..." Tyler shouted, he was unarmed as he chased after her an grabbed hold of her. His large arms wraping around her waist as he stopped her from going any further. Ratko was soon to emerge from the house also to see Tyler chase Lynn. Ratko ran after them as quickly as he could and soon caught up with them. "Stop!.." Ratko shouted at first thinknig Tyler was going with Lynn but he then noticed he was stopping her. "We'll get him back..." Tyler whispered assuringly into Lynns ear. He too was worried about Blake but he knew they couldnt just charge into without know what they were up against.

"Ok, its settled then I will take Ratko and Lynn to that outpost and try and take down that tower... I will leave Tyler with you just incase... Prepare the rest of the radio's I want everyone micked up just incase!.." Nigel sounded a little nervous, he didnt like being blind hench why he always kept Dan with him on every mission. Lifting his SA80 Assualt Rifle from his duffel bag Nigel prepared himself for battle.

"Come back to the house..." Ratko pleaded with Lynn as he tryed to take her gun from her. She was surrounded by two large men whom were not going to let her go running after Blake just yet.

"Уэйк вверх по американской собаке!" Yelled a guard as he threw the contents of a bucket of ice cold water onto Blake. The chill briniging him quickly to his senses. As he opened his eyes he saw iron bars which stood between him and three soldiers. Shit, he thought realiseing he had been captured.
 
Lynn relented, but her grip was surprisingly strong. She would not release her firearm, it was a part of her. She looked up at the two men.
"Alright. We make a plan. We get them back... unless Dan was right about Chris, in which case I'll feed his guts to the wolves," Lynn snarled, it almost didn't sound human.
She started to move back to the house.

"Already done boss," Dan said with a smile as he pointed to the radios and throat mics he had set aside.
"You know... just in case I was right about Chris," he continued, then turned to study what pictures and videos Blake had managed to send him.
 
As Lynn returned to the house she was met by Nigel at the door. "Lynn, get ready we are going after Blake.." Nigel said rather confidently as he stood ready for battle, his SA80 held infront of his chest as he stepped aside so she could enter the house. "Collect a mic of Chris and meet me outside in 10!.." Nigel added before walking towards Ratko and Tyler. "Ratko get your shit together me you and Lynn are going after Blake, Tyler you stay with Dan!... Both of you go collect mics of Dan I want everybody on comms imediatly! Ratko get your ass outside to me in 10!" Nigel ordered to the two large men as he walked over to the barrel where Chris had once sat. Ratko nodded and made his way inside where he lifted his AK, put on his body vest and gathered a small variety of explosives in a ruck sack before collecting a mic from Dan and joining Nigel outside. Tyler wasnt happy that Lynn was going instead of him, but he wasnt going to argue with Nigel. Tyler entered the house and got ready, with his RPK machinegun locked and loaded along with a Desert Eagle he sat down on the couch beside Dan like a guard dog ready to attack. Nigels quick thinking and leadership skills made for a small 3 man team comprised of himself to command and provide general fire support, Ratko to supplie back up fire support and explosives for the tower and any armour they came across and Lynn to also provide fire support aswell as provideing instant medical care if needed. Nigel had no idea if Blake was alive and if he was he didnt know what state he would be in. Lucky enough all he had so far was a broken nose, a little con cousion and abit of a chill.
 
Lynn nodded at the order, and grabbed her radio from Dan, who gave her a slight nod. Lynn returned the gesture before heading outside to meet with Nigel. She did a quick inspection of her gear, making sure she had everything that she might need. Ammo, grenades, medical supplies... yeah she was good.

Inside Dan continued to study the computer. He glanced over at the large American holding his RPK.
"I'm sorry buddy," he said, knowing Tyler wanted to go.
 
With his strike team assembled Nigel nodded before signalling them to move north. Heading the direction Blake and Chris had gone only a few hours ago they made their way towards the outpost. "Spread out!..." Nigel ordered, with this Ratko moved away from Nigel and a foot or so away to left of Nigel as they began to climb the hilly terrain. Once they reached the top the outpost was in sight. Ratko crouched down for a moment as he noticed a crushed radio. "Ive found a crushed radio... It must be Blake's or Chris's.." Ratko reported in over the mic.

"Hell why you sorry?... Its probably for the best... I would probably hit that outpost like a fucking hurricane!.." Tyler explained with a grin, know he would slaughter every last person that stood in the way of him rescueing his brother.
 
Lynn moved out away from the other two, the butt of her rifle in her shoulder, eyes darting around looking for any hostiles. Anyone to kill. She heard Nigel say he found a broken radio. Must have been Blake's. They were close. Lynn crouched behind some shrubs and looked down into the encampment. It took every ounce of willpower not to start randomly shooting the guards she saw.
"Boss... weak spot in the fence. I can get it cut open," she said, seeing how ratty one particular area of fence was. No one was nearby. It was an easy way in.

"Yeah... what do you think Lynn will do?" Dan asked, and it was an actual question. He wasn't even sure.
 
"Ok go for the fence, me and Ratko will cover you!.." Nigel responded as he moved to posistion where he could see the peice of fence Lynn was talking about. His eyes soon focused on the signal tower. "Ratko I need you to blow that tower when you get a chance we think its blocking out live satilite feeds.." Nigel added. "Roger.." Ratko replied as he took up a covering posistion.

"Hopefully keep her cool and not make any stupid mistakes..." Tyler replied to Dan simply as he hoped Lynn wouldnt get to emotionally involved with her mission.
 
Lynn was trying her best to push Blake's situation to the back of her mind. It didn't work as well as she'd hoped, especially considering she was going off to rescue him. She moved in a crouch to the fence, checking both ways before using her old Canadian bayonet and scabbard to cut the weak fencing. Pulling it open big enough for Ratko to move through, Lynn stepped inside the base, her eyes sweeping about.
She was just behind two buildings. Probably barracks of some sort. She could hear talking inside, but she didn't understand a word of it. One of the doors opened and Lynn stepped into the shadows, clutching her knife. The soldier had an AK-47 slung across his back and was lighting a smoke. As soon as the cigarette was lit Lynn lunged forward, clamping a hand over the man's mouth and plunging her blade into his neck and dragging him away from the doorway.
Hiding the body behind the building Lynn keyed her mic.
"I'm in," she said.

"Well... she sounds calm enough for now," Dan said to Tyler.
 
With a quick hand gesture Nigel ordered Ratko ro follow Lynn, the large Russian crept over to the fence and past through the hole with ease once he found Lynn he leaned against the wall beside her. "Iam in.." Ratko then announced over the comms before Nigel was quick to move almost like a ghost to his comrades, his SAS and Green Berret training were obviously visible as he went crept like a predator towards the frence and soon was side by side with Lynn and Ratko. "Iam in.." Nigel announced quietly over the mic. Hearing the voices inside the building Ratko managed to figure out what the building they hid behind was. "This is storage.. the men are complaining about haveing to guard crates..." Ratko whispered. Nigel then moved towards the cornor of the wall and peered out. He could see the communication's tower along with a guard tower. A search light shined from the tower and lit up the the woodland beyond the fence as its beam shined brightly. Since Blake's capture the security had been heightened and the guards from the day shift were women from their slumber and forced to help with security. The fatigue of some of the gaurds may be usefull. Nigel then looked back to Ratko and Lynn. "Enter and clear this storage room, Lynn move over to the bulding next door.. Iam gonna try and find Blake.." Nigel ordered before vanishing around the cornor. Their priority right now may have been Blake but they also had to clear this out post of all millitary personel so the Rebels could move in.

Ratko patted Lynn on the shoulder as if to say good luck before he crept his way to the door near Lynn. Pushing it open slightly he crawled into the room and hid behind a large munitions crate. Occasionally he looked from nehind the crate to see what threats there were, soon though he only counted four guards. Two of which were chatting in the middle of the storage room, one was sat on a chair in the cornor sleeping whilst another leaned out a window smokeing. Ratko didnt like to have to do things quietly, if he had his own way he would have blew this buidling to dust. Slinging his AK over his shoulder he menourvered his way around the crates till he came to the sleeping guard. Without wasting any time cracked the mans neck, luckyily the guard's relaxed pose remained even in death.
 
Upon hearing the need to clear out the storage shed, Lynn reached into one of her pouches and pulled out a silencer for her C8. Screwing the device on, she followed Ratko into the building, and watched him snap the sleeping man's neck while she took a breath from behind one of the crates.
After doing a quick count to three she stood, and fired off three rounds just as the two talking guards had noticed her. The two in the middle of the room caught bullets in their heads, dropping to the ground, just as the smoker turned and had his throat torn open by the 5.56mm round. He gurgled, clutching at his throat at he collapsed to the ground.
"Storage clear," Lynn reported.
 
Ratko grinned at Lynn as she finished of the rest of the guards. His eyes looked over the crates which all had russian writeing on them. Ratko aproached a pile of long slim rectangular crates. Opening the top crate he revealed 4 RPG-7 launchers and 4 warheads. "Iam sure these will come in very handy.." Ratko muttered to himself as he lifted one of the RPG-7s out of the crate and loaded the warhead, for a moment he held the weapon like a long lost lover as he gazed upon it longingly. He was deffinatly proud of the workmenship of his motherland. He then stuck the RPG-7 in a strap on the side of his back pack.

Meanwhile Nigel had been busy, dead guards lay in shadows of the courtyard. All with their throarts slit or stabbed. He was a real killing machine and when on night operations, he owned the night. The shadow's were like a second skin to him as he moved through them like a ghost picking of unsuspecting guards as he made his way to a concrete bunker across the courtyard from the storage room. Hear footsteps aproach the bunkers heavy metal door Nigel was quick to force it open, the heavy door swung open smashed the a guard against the wall knocking him out. Then with his knife drawn he moved into the building. In the next room was Blake in a cell. The officer incharge of the out post stood infront of the cell watching Blake like a hawk, unaware he was alone in the bunker with Blake and Nigel. Nigel then moved into the next room quietly, as he did Blake caught sight of him in the cornor of his eye but he didnt look directly at him, his eyes remained focused on the officer whom was soon set upon by Nigel. Nigle put his hand over the officer's mouth before stabbing him in the back and twisting the knife. The officer struggled for a moment before falling limp in Nigel's arms. As he held the officer he searched him for keys. Once he found them he threw them to Blake. "Ive got Blake!... Ratko take out that comms tower before any of the surviveing guard notices anything strange and decides to call for back up!.. Lynn cover Ratko, once that tower goes down your are free to engage the remaining enemies..." Nigel ordered over the Mic.

Blake wasted no time in takeing the keys and unlocking his cell. As he stepped out the cell he nodded to Nigel. "Thanks..." Blake thanked Nigel, Nigel nodded in response before getting back to business. "What happened on your Recon mission?.." Nigel wasted no time in asking what everyone wanted to know. "That rat bastard Chris knocked me out and I ended up here.. I dont know where Chris is though... hopefully dead in a ditch someplace..." Blake replied simply as he rubbed his broken nose. "Shit!.." He moaned in pain as he touched his nose, he then shook his head. He was still pretty dazed. "You wait here I will send Lynn in to take a look at your nose when the coast is clear!.." Nigel finally added before leaveing the room.

By now Ratko had moved across the courtyard and to the base of the tower. Pulling out a semtex C4 charge he began to set the explosive. "This wont take long.." He said to Lynn as he wired and set a timed detonator. Once he was finished he turned to Lynn and smiled. "Fire in the hole!.." After this he ran back over to the storage room as the bomb ticked away.
 
Lynn had a magnifier for her holographic sight. It had cost a pretty penny, but as she flicked it up into place, she knew it had been worth it. A guard's face coming into perfect clarity as he lined up his AK-47 with Ratko, whom was busy setting up the C4, Lynn squeezed the trigger, and a reddish gray mist sprayed out from the man's head.

As soon as Ratko was finished, Lynn turned slightly, taking out another two soldiers who had come out of a building. Crimson blossomed across their chests like a macabre flower.

"Good... its fucking cold up here," Lynn said from her position hidden amongst some crates. She waited for the fireworks that would hopefully bring back Dan's eyes.
 
It wasnt long till the C4 exploded. The communications tower was blown to peices and it was safe to say it was ofline. All communications to and from this outpost and other millitary stronghold was forever severed as was the satalite jammer. Though the explosion may have helped the mercs it also alerted every other guard in the outpost. Soon ten or more soldiers scrabbled from all sides of the outpost in the direction of the explosion. With Nigel hideing in the doorway of the command bunker and Lynn and Ratko hideing in the storage room it was now Dans time to shine. Hearing approaching foot steps Nigel was quick to lean out from behind the reinforced concrete doorway and fire a short spray of bullets at a on comeing guard. The fire fight had begun and allready the remaining guards began to take cover and attempt to flank Nigel. "I hope you got the eye's of god Dan cuz I could really use some help here!.." Nigel announced over the mic as he continued to exchange fire from cover with three or four guards.

As the guns began to fire Ratko was quick to move out the back door of the storage room. Catching two guards of guard he mowed them down with his AK before running to a flanking posistion behind the main bulk of the enemy. From behind a sand bag wall Ratko joined the fire fight now causeing the guards to fire in both directions and takeing some of the heat of Nigel.
 
Dan cracked his knuckles and smirked as the images came to life before him. He saw the soldiers, and his mercs. He even laughed.
"All right then. Lynn there's about five guys coming up behind Ratko, looks like just AK-47s. There's about 17 left under cover in front of Ratko and Nigel. A few are preparing RPGs so keep yer damn eyes open when they pop their heads up. Nigel there's two guys trying to sneak around your bunker there. AKs both of them," Dan reported, his eyes flicking all across the image.

Lynn smirked as she moved across the roof of the storage shed on her belly. She gripped her carbine tightly and looked through the sight at the five soldiers Dan had told her about. They were running right out in the open. It didn't take much to put them down, bullets tearing through their great coats, and spraying blood across the white snow.

With those five down, Lynn moved to face the main fire fight once more. She took a minute to steady her body, lifting a knee up alongside her body, making it a perfectly stable platform. As her fingers curled around the forward grip of the C8 and pulled it into the meat of her shoulder, her eyes scanned the enemies.

"Fuck you," she breathed as she squeezed the trigger and the back of a man's skull popped open in a shower of gore.
 
With Dan's valuable infomation Both Ratko and Nigel also began to fight like they were possessed. Nigel moveing around to the back of the bunker quickly where he caught his ambushers by suprise, with a short burst he riddled them with bullets quickly before returning to the main fire fight. In his breif absence most of the attention was on Ratko. "Shit!.." Ratko yelled down the mic as a bullet peirced through a sand bag and lodged into the back of his left shoulder which caused him to loose a little feeling in his left arm which was unfortunate as he was left handed. "Iam hit!.." The russian announced into his mic as he tried his best to reload his AK with one hand as bullets whizzed over his head and battered the sand bags behind him.

Realiseing he had to take some attention of Ratko, Nigel came out of his cover and ran to take cover behind a truck that was parked in the middle of the courtyard. A truck loaded with munitions that had arrived that morning. As he moved most of the enemies in the main attack turned to Nigel and it wasnt long untill the truck began to receive a hail of gun fire. Bullets peirced the clothe covering the bed of the truck and it cargo began to get a little shot up. Nigel gont down onto his front and laid in a prone posistion before takeing a few quick shots from under the truck clipping a few of the soldiers in the legs and causeing them to fall to the ground wounded.
 
Dan watched the battle unfold, keeping an eye on the enemy.
"Ratko, they're starting to move to your left... never mind Lynn got them," Dan tried to warn as he watched Lynn's shooting take the men down, staining the snow with their life blood.

Lynn knew she needed to take some pressure off her comrades. She stood for a second, taking a few silenced shots, before ducking back down again. She heard and felt a bullet snap above her head where she had been standing just a split second before. She let out a small laugh at her near escape from what could have been death. An event played out so many times in her career.
 
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Yelled Ratko whom had given up trying to load his gun with one arm and chose to throw a few granades at the enemy instead. The small grey canisters bounced across the terrain before finally stopping. A few seconds later and three explosions took place ammounsgt the enemy soldiers. Those caught in the blasts were mained and decapitated. Their broken remains lay scattered across the snow covered ground. Nigel took this opertunity to leave his cover and move in on the offensive. Only a few enemys remained and would be short work for Nigel and Lynn to pick off. Without any fear Nigel stood in the open as he fired short bursts at each of the remianing men and those wounded by the granades. Eventually silence took over and the battle was won. "Dan make sure that was the last of them.. Lynn see to Ratko and Blake's wounds.." Nigel ordered as he casually reloaded his SA80. Ratko remained slumped against the sandbags clutching his wounded shoulder whilst Blake waited in the partial warmth of the bunker semi concous with a broken nose and possible hyperthermia.
 
"Yeah... that's the last of em for now. I can't see in the buildings though," Dan told the boss as he swept over the area from his position in the command station.

Lynn quickly scrambled down from the roof she was on, keying her mic. "How bad is Blake? I saw Ratko's unjuries moving to him now," she reported as she slid across the snow to kneel beside her comrade. She leaned her carbine against some sandbags and pulled away Ratko's gear to look at his shoulder.

"It's not too bad. Yer left arm might be a little fucked for awhile, but it'll heal," Lynn said, pulling out gauze from her pack and packing it into the wound to soak up the blood. The wound wasn't even bad enough for quick clot, so she went straight for her Israeli bandages, wrapping one around Ratko's shoulder wound tightly.

"Don't play with it, and the bleeding will stop," she said, tapping the man's unwounded shoulder before grasping her carbine and moving into the bunker to check on Blake. Whom all this had been for. Her heart pounded in her breast, afraid of the man's condition.
 
"Thanks.." Ratko replied with a smile as Lynn patched him up. "Hes ok, a little dazed, a broken nose is all I noticed.." Nigel replied over the mic to Lynn as he casually walked ammoungst the head makeing sure they were all dead. Inside the Bunker Blake sat slumped against the wall shivering. He was cold from the water that was thrown on his earliar and semi concous.
 
Lynn quickly moved up to him, and kissed his lips passionately before falling back into her soldier's mindset.
"Boss, bring some of them dead soldiers clothes in here. Blake is drenched and needs something dry or hypothermia, or frostbite could set in before we get him back to HQ," Lynn said.
She pulled a pen out of her vest and slipped it in Blake's nose.
"This is going to hurt," she said, but also knew it would wake him up. Using her fingers and the pen, she forced his nose back into position. Fresh blood began to flow from his nostrils. She then searched around. She found a blanket stashed underneath one of the desks and started to pull Blake's clothing off, throwing the soaking material over her shoulder.
 
Blake was still a little out of it. His blurred vision unable to make out his lover's face but soon he was greate by a familliar taste. "Ly...?" He muttered as he felt her touching his nose. He winced as she touched his nose. but then as she reposistioned his nose he burst into life. "FUCK!..." He cried as he writhed in pain. As his senses returned to him he noticed Lynn began to strip him. "Damn baby, cant you wait till we get back home?.." He joked as he helped her remove the wet clothes untill he sat naked against the wall. Nigel was soon to enter along with Ratko, together the men carried a various layers of the warm uniforms of the dead soldiers. Setting them down beside Blake. Blake then casually got dressed. "Tyler, go let Demetri know the outpost is secure.." Nigel announced over the comms. "What about Blake?..." Tyler asked still very concerned. Over hearing hids brother over Lynn's radio Blake leaned into his lover and brought his lip up to the mic which sat next to her mouth. "Iam good bro.." Blake said with a grin. Now releived Tyler left the house and made his way over to the barn.
 
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