《Phantom Trooper》Arc 2-Chapter 8(The call-part 1)
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The year is 2011 and the world is on fire in every sense of the word.
In the Middle East the tension between countries like Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq and NATO have escalated greatly since the beginning of the 21st century. ISIS has managed to increase it's power and influence to the point where NATO, especially the US, has a difficult time of dealing with them.
Africa wasn't spared. In central, western, eastern and southern parts of Africa warlords have started massing together and fighting their "Colonists" as they call them, and wanting complete freedom without any foreign influence. This caused the deaths of many American and European soldiers and civilians as well as the deaths of many Africans who stated that it would be better if the war ended and peace was established. A lot of people are also being held hostage forcing the UN to think carefully about attacking them.
The east, while not a war zone, has had it's crime rate raised substantially. The Yakuza families have improved their influence in Japan and have moved over to China, Korea, Hong Kong, Thailand and the Philippines. While the Japanese and Chinese governments have joined forces in order to combat against them, it has proven to be difficult due to their unnatural patterns and cunning planning.
The west wasn't spared either. In Central and South America the cartels have expanded their influence, production and distribution. Narcotics and weapons are being sold more rapidly in North America, Europe, Asia and Australia. The Mexican borders have become crowded as a lot of people want to level due to the increased criminal activity.
To top it all off, cults have started popping out. Mostly Islamic cults with worshipers who believe that these are all the signs of the Day of Judgement and that their god will descend from the heavens and judge the people. In Europe the second most popular cult resides and these are the Norse worshipers. They believe that this is Ragnarok and that the world will soon come to an end. The world serpent will rise and devour the earth while the flaming giant pierces the heavens.
The world is truly in chaos. However the world isn't just standing by idly. The UN and NATO have organised a new alliance called the United Anti-Terrorist Front or UATF. This alliance was formed out of desperation but it seems to help a lot. The governments put their petty differences aside and worked together cause they realised that is they don't solve this, it's over for everyone. In order to fight them they shared information with each other and send military forces to different fronts. It was common to see up fo five or more different flags on a single front against the enemy.
But sadly, this slowly just turned into a stalemate. While the activities have been suppressed they haven't been stopped and many were afraid that it would catch momentum again. So in order to beat them they decided to attack smart not hard. They needed to kill the heads.
If you cut someone's arms or legs if they can't fight but they are alive and as long as they are alive you can't win. The solution? Cut of the head. They realised that there are multiple figure heads in each organisation as well as a lot of smaller ones below them. The covert spec-ops teams became more crucial than ever. However, this was a slow process and they wanted it to be done as soon as possible. They needed people who could get the job done. People who are guaranteed to win. The best of the best of the best. The elites amongst the elites.
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France was the first to suggest this so they decided to make it a reality.
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10th of March 2010
Island of Corse, undisclosed location
Military representatives of five countries have gathered to discus France's plan. The person who organised everything and called everyone was the French Minister of Armed Forces, Francois Couture.
The five countries were: USA,UK, Germany, Russia and Japan.
The representatives of USA were General Jack Philips, General Michael Douglas and General Mark Steele.
The representatives of UK were General Reginald Bailey, General Oliver Abbot and General George Anderson.
The representatives of Germany were General Hans Weber, General Frans Fischer and General Paul Schmidt.
The representatives of Russia are General Alexander Jovanovich, General Sergei Smirnov and General Mikhail Popov.
The representatives of Japan are General Haruto Suzuki, General Kenji Watanabe and General Riku Ito.
They gathered around a large table and the French minister began:"I thank you all for coming. I'm sure I do not need to explain the gravity of the situation we are in so let us begging. For some time my government has been devising a plan of uniting the greatest soldiers this world has to offer. We called it *Operation Nemesis*I already sent you the details so you know what you all needed to do."
General Kenji:"Yes. To isolate the best soldier and get him to join this team."
General Michael:"I'll be it wasn't easy. Picking just one out of millions isn't exactly an easy task."
General Sergei:"I have to agree. This was difficult. But not impossible."
General Oliver:"We really has to leave no stone unturned so to speak."
General Paul:"Shall we begin then?"
Ministry:"Yes. We will begin with the US."
General Mark Steele gets up and walks to the centre:"Our choice, is former Captain Franklin Jones. Age 30, born in Detroit and finished military academy. He underwent Marine Corps training earning the rank of lieutenant and later was enlisted for the Green Berates eventually rising to rank of captain at the age of 28. His natural talent for explosives has been recognised and highly commended, making him a demolitions expert. He has trained with multiple types of firearms but prefers to fight at short to midranges using shotguns and machine guns. A very friendly person in general. We believe that he will make an excellent edition to this team."
General Reginald:"You mentioned FORMER captain. Is this still not the case?"
General Mark:"Unfortunately, no. Shortly after gaining the rank of captain he resigned his position in the army and moved to Texas where he joined a private mercenary company called *ANVIL*. He has been working with them for the past two years and greatly helping them. This company has been hired by Texas, Arizona, New Mexico and California to deal with the cartel aggression. Some of the mercs, including Franklin, have been sent into Mexico to take care of high priority Targets and key locations."
Ministry:"Very well. If I may ask, what will be his code name or call sign if you will?"
General Jack Philips:"Well, sticking with the theme, and considering this is what his friends called him, *TNT*"
Ministry:"Excellent. And what are mr.Jones' current whereabouts?"
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(One week earlier)
Noon
West of Santiago Flores
A military camp was stationed about two kilometres away from a cartel base of operations. Inside that building were two things.
One:Several tons of cocaine and other narcotics.
Two:One of the high ranking smuggling officer Francisco Garcia.
The base had dozens of guards stationed and a lot of them were watching the military camp. Little did they know, they were about to get recked.
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A platoon of mercenaries were closing in. The grunts couldn't notice them cause of the cover and camouflage.
Two grunts were standing on a platform next to the gate, talking to each other.
Grunt 1 (in Spanish):"So! You think those Americans will try anything?"
Grunt 2:"I don't know. They've been quiet for like four days now. I don't know what they're planning?"
Grunt 1:"Well it doesn't matter. We're gonna be loading the trucks in a few hours. All we gotta to is drive them into the opposite direction and done."
Grunt 2:"Yeah. Hahahah, those Americans really are all talk-"
*BANG*
A shot was heard and a bullet went through the grunt's head. The other grunt tried to react, but it was too late.
*BANG*
He was shot. The platoon of mercenaries got up and rushed to the gates.
Sargent:"STRIKE TEAM MOVE IN! ALFA, COVER THE RIGHT, BETA TAKE THE LEFT, CHARLIE, PUT SUPPRESSING FIRE ON THOSE MOUNTED GUNS!"
The cartel started firing but the mercs caught them of guard. Grunts started falling left and right. From behind the building more and more started coming out.
Francisco was in his office on the top floor and crouched as he looked down the window in anger. He gritted his teeth:"Aarrghhh! These fucking Americanos! They think they can just take MY coke?! Well come on then!"
What he didn't realise was that this was all just for show and distraction. While the cartel was busy attacking the mercenaries, a man snuck inside the building and went down to the basement. It was Franklin.
(Franklin's POV)
Amateurs. They can't even fortify a position properly. This ain't worth my time, I could probably just let the boys take care of it. But that would ruin the fun now won't it?
I open the door to the basement. As I walked down I heated two men talking. Probably grunts who were scheduled to guard the coke. Bad day for guard duty.
I pull out my suppressed M9 Beretta.
*PEW* *PEW*
The dropped like flies. I see some paper so I write something down and nail it to a dead body. After I armed the explosives I planted them on the support pillars and the coke crates. After that I pulled out a small drone from by backpack and placed it on a tall shelf facing the dead body.
Then I ran to back and got outside. The shootout was still happening. I took the advantage of not being seen and open fire on ten narcos hiding behind cover.
I call my team team:"THE PACKAGE IS DELIVERED, I REPEAT THE PACKAGE IS DELIVERED! TIME TO LEAVE!"
(3rd person POV)
Sargent:"Roger! ALFA, CHARLIE PULL BACK! BETA, KEEP LAYING SUPPRESSIVE FIRE, PULL BACK ONES JONES IS CLEAR!"
Merc:"YES SIR!"
The mercs open fire killing some narcos. A few mercs get hit, two of them die and three are wounded.
Merc 1:"SHIT! MEDIC, MARCUS IS DOWN!"
Medic:"HOLD ON PATCHING UP JOHNSON!"
Merc 1:"DAMN IT!" He turns towards Marcus," Hey, HEY, look at me! You're gonna be fine, you hear?! You're gonna be fine!"
Franklin:"Don't worry, no one gets left behind." He picked up Marcus on his back and carried him back to HUMVEE. They drove of.
Strike team suffered four casualties and five wounded. But the mission was a success.
Francisco walked out:"What the hell happened!?"
Narco:"We don't know jefe. The Ameicanos came out of nowhere and started firing. We lost a lot of men, but we killed four of theirs and wounded some more. These guys don't look like normal soldiers though." He said as he pointed the bodies.
Francisco thought:"This doesn't make sense. They caused a large shootout, kill a third of my men and then just leave. Why? They were here for something but what?" He then looked over to the opened doors and realised what happened,"No! They couldn't have!"
He then runs over to the basement.
Narco:"Jefe?"
(Meanwhile)
About 500 meters away from the building was a group of tents. This was the place where they were supposed to meet with the commanding officer before heading back to camp.
The HUMVEEs rolled in and the medic started pulling out the wounded mercs. The officer in charge of this was Major Jackson Sharpe (Shout out to PWOFalcon for giving me tips to make my book better. Check out his book Gate:War of two worlds, that's where this character is from, he IS NOT mine."
Sharpe:"What the hell happened?!"
Sargent:"There was a shootout and we lost four men. These are the wounded."
Sharpe:"And the mission?"
Franklin walks up:"The mission is a success. Explosives have been planted."
Sharpe:"I thought you were supposed to be a demolitions expert. The point of explosives is to make them EXPLODE! I didn't hear any explosions."
Franklin:"Right this was sir."
They went inside the command tent and Franklin opened up a laptop. He turned on the drone that he left in the basement of the narco building.
Sharpe:"What's this?"
Franklin:"This is a love feed from their base."
They see Francisco walk in. He looks around scratching his head before seeing a dead body with a note nailed on it. There was a single word written in large bold letters *ADIOS*.
Francisco yelled out:"RUUUUN!"
Franklin grinned:"Boom boom motherfucker."
He pressed a button and with a split second delay...
*BOOM*
A large explosion was both heard and seen by the mercs and marines. After a short delay everyone started cheering.
Marine:"OORAH!"
Merc:"HELL YEAH!"
Sharpe had his hands on his hips, lowered his head and started shaking it while laughing:"Man! You ANVIL mercs really are something. I'm glad you're on our side."
Franklin chuckled:"Any time Major."
They grabbed each others inner forearms and smiled. Franklin was about to leave the tent but Sharpe stopped him:"Hold on there Jones!"
Franklin:"What is it?"
Sharpe:"I call came in for you about two hours ago on a satellite phone."
Franklin:"Who is it? I wasn't expecting anyone?"
Sharpe:"It was General Mark Steele."
Franklin raised and eyebrow. What did he want? They haven't spoken to each other since he left the army two years ago. This is strange.
Franklin:"Fine I'll call him. Thank you major."
Sharpe:"No problem captain."
Franklin:"FORMER captain, major."
Sharpe:"Say, why DID you leave the army? You were doing great, what made you quit?"
Franklin:"Too many rules, too many restrictions. For a county that talks about freedom all the time, we really don't got as much of it as you'd think."
Sharpe:"Hm. Alright, you got your reasons. I'll see you around."
Franklin:"Take care."
Franklin left the tent and went to the HUMVEE. He opened the trunk and pulled out a satellite phone. He dialled some numbers and it started ringing. Then a voice was heard.
General Steele:"Finally. I started to think you weren't gonna call."
Franklin:"What's the deal general. We haven't talked since I left for Texas. What do you want?"
General:"Straight to the point. This is why I like lower officers, no time for bullshit. Ok then, I'm calling you cause I want you to join a secret team that the French have been cooking up."
Franklin:"Why would I do that?"
General:"Frank, we both know that the reason you quit was because you didn't have the freedom to do what you want. Here you can have it. Only a handful of people know this is even a thing. You can do anything you want and it will all be of the records."
Franklin:..."You really ready to do something like that."
General:"This world is on the brink Frank. We need people like you. What do you say?"
Frank pondered but eventually he came to a decision:"You got a deal."
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(Present day)
Island of Corse
General Steele:"Right now he's in Arizona waiting further orders. For further details please check the documents we provided you with."
Ministry:"Thank you general Steele. Now next up is-"
Picture references and basic info
Name: Franklin Jones
Date of birth: 8th of June 1980
Birthplace: Detroit, Michigan
Current occupation: mercenary (ANVIL)
Height: 198cm
Fighting techniques: boxing, wrestling, MMA
Primary weapon of choice: M249
Secondary weapon of choice: SPAS-12
Sidearm of choice: M9 Beretta
Equipment: frag grenades and C4
End of chapter 8
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