Chaos Theory

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A theory exists in some circles. It's the idea that a single event, no matter how small, can set a chain of events into motion that can change the world. Some call it the Butterfly Effect, referring to the idea that a single beat from a butterfly's wings can set something as terrible as a hurricane in motion as a last straw of sorts. More commonly it is referred to as, Chaos Theory.

It was supposed to be a routine gig. A foreign diplomat was en route to the United Nations to give a speech regarding a cease fire involving some of the smaller country's surround Russia. It was a war for oil, land, and money. So without a question, America was bound to get involved. A small mercenary team was dispatched from a larger private contractor to watch over the diplomat's journey. However, just as Chaos Theory suggests it only takes a nudge to send everything tumbling into disaster.

The speech was underway and the mission seemed to be going as planned. A young leather clad mercenary was standing off to the left of of the stage with a large pistol in hand. She kept her eyes on the diplomat for the entire duration of the speech. She knew full well that he was full of crap. But a mission was a mission.

Alex "Havoc" Murray was a young woman who had been discharged from the military, having been declared mentally unstable and unfit for duty. The contractor who recruited her, seemed to think otherwise. She reached up to activate her comlink. "The speech is about to wrap up." She said over the comlink to her partner.

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Emile "Reaper" Long reached for her comlink. "About time. I'm tired of these hypocrites and their speeches." Emile was former US Special Forces. Unfortunately, she was discharged for her "cold behavior". She had brought a USP handgun and kept a MAC 10 smg in a purse, just in case.

Alex laughed in response. It made her wonder though. Escort missions were reserved for the given security departments of a given country. Why would they have hired out for one? She heard a noise from behind her and turned to face it. "Hang on... I've got strange activity. Keep an eye on the diplomat." She said over the comlink before she quickly unsheathed her knife and moved to follow the noise. Rounding the corner she met the armored forearm of a mercenary. She fell back onto the floor with a painful crash.

She gripped the back of her head in pain as she watched the man flee up a ladder onto the scaffolding. "I was right. I'm moving up to the scaffolding above the stage." She said quickly into the ear piece. "Keep your eyes pealed we've got trouble." She collected her knife from the ground and ran up the ladder.

Once there she saw the man holding what was clearly a detonator used by their company. She quickly flung her knife, pegging the target in the upper torso. The man stumbled and fell from the scaffolding, in his hands the was the detonator. Now in the spot light he was clearly wearing the same gear provided to the company whom Havoc and Reaper worked for. The diplomat looked down in fear as the man's hand loosened from a dead man's switch triggering a massive explosion from beneath the stage.

The force of the explosion knocked Emile off her feet. When she got back up, two men with the armor of the people that hired them were shhoting a the diplomat. She took out her USP and fired into their knees then their heads. "It's the people who hired us Alex!" She yelled into her comlink. She grabbed the MAC 10 and ran for the diplomat.

Alex struggled to maintain balance on the rafters after the exposion, her feet slipped from the cat walk and she began to fall. She grabbed onto a power cable at the last second. She quickly drew a five-seven from it's holster and fired down with her free hand while she hung precariously from the wire. Upon hearing her partner's words her eyes caught sight of the symbol on their armor. She was right.

She returned the pistol to it's hoslter before grabbing onto the wire again, struggling to pull herself up onto the catwalk. Unable to use her comlink she shouted to her partner below. "Emile!" She shouted. Her legs flailing about beneath her as she struggled to get them to grip on something. She looked down at the stage below. Having called to her partner also drew attention from the enemy who opened fire on where she was hanging. The wire was split in two by a bullet sending the mercenary on a one way trip, straight down. "Oh shit!" She roared as she fell. She quickly rotated her body to minimize the damage of the impact. Hopefully one of the corpses would break her fall.

Emile sprayed the soldier with MAC 10 rounds as Alex fell. She sprinted for her, bullets whizzing by. She caugh her landing hard on her back. She grunted in pain and rolloed over to her stomach to shoot down more of the soldiers coming in. "We have to get him out of here soon or he's dead." She reloaded the MAC 10 and moved closer to the diplomat.

Alex groaned in kind when she collided with her partner. She drew her pistol, rolling away as well as she returned fire. She rose before pulling a pair of knives from band containing several knives tied around her leg. She hurled them at the nearest enemies as she approached the diplomat. She quickly wrapped an arm around the man's shoulder and began moving for the exit. "Cover us!" She shouted as she hurried past the corpses. "Just stay with me, sir." She said in a quiet voice.

Emile took out a flashbang and smoke grenade. She threw them into the crowd. Using the smoke as cover she picked up a soldiers M4 and fired while moving with Alex.

Once outside Alex quickly ran for the diplomat's car. A man in a suit was standing outside ready to go at the first sign of trouble. She quickly put him in the back of the car before waving off the driver. The car quickly started and began to pull away from the building. She turned away from the car to face her partner. A small smirk on her face as she panted tiredly. "Well... That was fun..."

No sooner could the words leave her mouth before the car exploded behind them. She quickly ducked from the shrapnel, her arm grabbing hold of Emile to take her down with her.

A small shrapnel hit Emile in the arm. She shouted our in pain as she went down. Looking at it, she yanked it out. "I wonder who's going to get blamed for this" she said sarcastically.,alredy knowing the answer. She wrapped some gauze around her wound as she looked at the wreckage.

Alex pushed herself up into a seated position. "Come on. If we don't get out of here they'll have us arrested for terrorism." She quicly stood up and pulled her friend to her feet. She could already hear the sirens wailing in the background. They didn't have any way to prove their innocense right now. If they got caught they'd be going away for life and there would be no defending themselves. She quickly pulled her partner away from the street and back into an alley way.

Once in the alleyway, Emile looked at Alex. "So what now? We're now without a doubt in a FUBAR position." She was beginning to regret taking the M4, its weight giving her arm even more pain.

Alex rubbed at her head as she thought. "I don't know!" She growled quietly. They were going to be international fugitives in a matter of hours. "We've got to disappear. Maybe Mexico or Alaska..." She said quietly. She could hear people coming towards the alleyway. "But first we've got to get out of here."

The alley was a dead end aside from a single fire escape. A ladder about 10 ft in the air. With Emile's arm wounded she wouldn't be able to hoist herself up on to the ladder which left Alex with few options. "I'll take the heat." She said as she got down on a knee so that Emile could use her as a stool to reach the ladder. "Get out of here quick."

"I'm not leaving you." She slid the hammer to the M4 and readied it. "I haven't left you yet and I'm not going to start."

Alex looked over at her partner in disbelief. "If you don't leave we're both going to prison. If one of us is free than we've got a chance! That was a Russian diplomat. If I'm taken than I'll be transported to Moscow for a proper trial. You can break me out later." She could hear more soldiers coming which caused her heart to race. They must have heard them. She reached out grabbing her partner's left forearm. "Don't be a fool."

Emile just nodded. She slung the M4 and climbed the ladder up the next level. She hoped Alex was right. She'd hate to lose abdriend like her. She disappeared as the soldiers arrived for Alex. She looked back tears in her eyes before heading off to find a useable car.

She watched her partner climbing the ladder. "Be safe..." She whispered, though she knew her words would go unheard. She turned to face the soldiers who were coming down the allyway, she dropped the Five-Seven she was wielding and put her hands above her heard. Upon being ordered to, she placed her hands on her head, kneeled down and turned around. Her knives were removed as she was cuffed and lead away. She looked back over her shoulder before being led to the cruiser that would take her away.

It would be six months of constant debate before the UN would agree to release Alex into Russia's custody. A news broadcast would announce the shipment of the prisoner by airplane to Moscow. A camera man filmed the woman being led from an armored transport into an airport for transport. She looked at the camera, her eyes seemed empty almost broken. "Here I come." She spoke just loud enough for the camera to record, hopefully Emile would be watching. The plane lifted of about an hour later. It would be about 8 hours before it would touch down in Moscow's airport.

Emile posed as an attendant on the flight. The clothes fit tightly on her body, putting emphasis on every curve. All she had to do was deliver drinks to the pilots and soldiers. As she move down the aisle, she reached over Alex, a discreet earpiece falling out of her bra. She managed to seduce the man next to her with her body. She mouthed "put it in now" as she stroked the man's member through his pants. Inside, she felt disgusted resorting to do something as such.