Rogue
10-20-2010, 04:37 AM
“Damn it,” Sparrow muttered as he lay uncomfortably in a musty alleyway awaiting his team’s return. Three hours ago Sparrow had left the military compound, on his way to a mission that was supposed to be quick and simple. Supposed being the key term. An hour into the operation Sparrow had lost radio contact with his team. Fearing the worst, he radioed back to HQ. “Sparrow calling HQ, please respond.” After hearing a brief but clear message in return, he was informed that HQ were currently trying to contact the two other agents, but to fear the worst. Knowing that the mission was compromised, Sparrow began a hasty return back to the rendezvous, hoping beyond anything that his fellow agents would show up there too.
The rendezvous was about a 20-minute jog from his current position, but even from this distance he could see the two buildings that would mark his safety.
After jogging for 15 kilometers in the dark, Sparrow slipped on the wet cobblestones and rolled his ankle. Swearing under his breath he dragged himself to his feet, forcing himself not to cry out in pain. Sparrow knew that it would not be long until the mobsters caught up with him, and a rolled ankle did not make things easier. Spotting the alleyway ahead he hobbled over to the side of the footpath using the lampposts as support for the last leg of the journey.
Sparrow looked down at his handiwork, pleased with himself. He had ripped off the bottom of his black t-shirt and wrapped it around his ankle, giving it mild support. Although it exposed his muscular torso to the cold night air, it made his swelling ankle feel slightly better. Over half an hour had passed since he lost radio contact with his team, and he had still heard no report from HQ. The plan was simple, but effective. The team of three would be transported to an alleyway 3 kilometers from the target building, from there Hawk and Sparrow would make their way directly to the building, while Rabbit made his way to another building across the street. Hawk and Sparrow had the job of setting up the surveillance gear in and around the drug mob’s warehouse, where Rabbit had the job of setting up the receiver to record and send the video feed from the cameras. Simple enough. Once completed, the team would make their own way back to the alleyway, to await pickup. Once within two hundred meters of the building they split up and applied radio silence. An hour into the operation, a short sharp scream was heard through the radio, and after that.. nothing. Now Sparrow was awaiting the call that meant life or death for him and his team. If Hawk or Rabbit had been caught, it would be too dangerous to send a pickup vehicle, and all Sparrow had was a rolled ankle and an unfinished mission objective, not much incentive to save a mercenaries life.
Sparrow was drifting off to sleep when he heard the soft pattering of foot on stone. Pulling his leg out of sight Sparrow remained still, slowly drawing his gun from his right holster. As a shadow appeared at the entrance to the alleyway, Sparrow twisted his body to peep through a gap between to rusty bins. The shadow became larger and larger until a familiar face made his way silently into the alleyway. Overjoyed Sparrow stuck his hand in the air and beckoned Rabbit over. “Where the hell is Hawk?”
“I don’t bloody know, I’ve been hear for nearly an hour with NOTHING, HQ hasn’t called me back and I didn’t know if you were alive or dead.”
“Yeah sorry about that, after I heard the scream I didn’t want to give my position away by using the radio.”
“Too bloody right,” Sparrow said bluntly.
“Gee, what happened to your ankle?”
“Rolled it on my way here, hurts like hell.”
“Well you’ll be about as useful as a mongoose on a tricycle then wont ya?”
Rabbit went and sat out by the entrance to the alleyway to watch for any approaching cars, while Sparrow was left to worry about what happened to Hawk. It was her scream they had heard of the radio, so the logical explanation was that she was dead….
Rabbit was the first to see her coming, as he was sitting at the entrance to the alleyway. After throwing a few words at Sparrow, he ran out to meet her. As Rabbit reached her, the look on her face said that something wasn’t right. He opened his mouth to ask her what had happened, but the bullet hit before he had a chance to make a sound. Hawk screamed the same scream that Sparrow had heard two and a half hours earlier. Sparrow’s heart rate increased as he crawled to the entrance of the alleyway. Hawk had collapsed on top of Rabbit and Sparrow could hear a slight whimpering and see tears running down her dark cheeks and falling to the cobblestones, mixing with the pool of blood that was growing at her feet. As Sparrow pulled himself to his feet, another shot went off.. the whimpering had stopped and was replaced by an eerie silence. In the space of two minutes, Sparrow had lost his two closest friends to the hands of ruthless mobsters, and rage boiled up inside of him.
Adrenaline started pumping through his veins and he forgot all about the pain of his ankle. But now was not the time for mourning. Sparrow crouched down in wait, he knew that the mobsters would come out eventually, and hopefully bring a vehicle to dispose of the bodies. That would be his only chance. His opportunity came soon enough, when three men dressed all in black appeared from around a corner. One held an AK47, while the other held a simple silenced pistol. A black van followed them from behind. As the three drew closer, he could hear their footsteps on the cobblestones and the low drone of the engine. The two men stopped and looked down at the bodies, but only for a second, as a gunshot went off and one man holding the AK47 added to the pile of bodies at their feet. A panicked look fell over his face as he brought his pistol up to eye level. Spinning his head side to side, he searched for their silent assassin. Sparrow took aim at the second mobster and squeezed the trigger. The pile of bodies became four.
The van started to reverse and Sparrow realized this would be his last chance for survival. Sparrow hopped out from cover of the alleyway and shot three more bullets towards the driver seat of the van, piercing the front windscreen and making contact with the driver. The van came to a halt as the driver went limp in his seat. Thinking that he was home free, Sparrow ran towards the driver side of the van. Reaching the door he pulled it open, allowing the dead mobster to fall to his feet. He got into the driver seat and drove around the bodies, pushing the accelerator hard he started to drive down the street. Sparrow took a left turn onto a bridge and headed back towards the compound.
A young couple were heading home from a romantic dinner and saw the dark van turn the corner, three seconds later they saw the side window smash and the van veer off the bridge and smash through the barriers into the river below. Three hundred meters to their left a mobster began to pack up his sniper leaving the shell casings of three bullets.
The rendezvous was about a 20-minute jog from his current position, but even from this distance he could see the two buildings that would mark his safety.
After jogging for 15 kilometers in the dark, Sparrow slipped on the wet cobblestones and rolled his ankle. Swearing under his breath he dragged himself to his feet, forcing himself not to cry out in pain. Sparrow knew that it would not be long until the mobsters caught up with him, and a rolled ankle did not make things easier. Spotting the alleyway ahead he hobbled over to the side of the footpath using the lampposts as support for the last leg of the journey.
Sparrow looked down at his handiwork, pleased with himself. He had ripped off the bottom of his black t-shirt and wrapped it around his ankle, giving it mild support. Although it exposed his muscular torso to the cold night air, it made his swelling ankle feel slightly better. Over half an hour had passed since he lost radio contact with his team, and he had still heard no report from HQ. The plan was simple, but effective. The team of three would be transported to an alleyway 3 kilometers from the target building, from there Hawk and Sparrow would make their way directly to the building, while Rabbit made his way to another building across the street. Hawk and Sparrow had the job of setting up the surveillance gear in and around the drug mob’s warehouse, where Rabbit had the job of setting up the receiver to record and send the video feed from the cameras. Simple enough. Once completed, the team would make their own way back to the alleyway, to await pickup. Once within two hundred meters of the building they split up and applied radio silence. An hour into the operation, a short sharp scream was heard through the radio, and after that.. nothing. Now Sparrow was awaiting the call that meant life or death for him and his team. If Hawk or Rabbit had been caught, it would be too dangerous to send a pickup vehicle, and all Sparrow had was a rolled ankle and an unfinished mission objective, not much incentive to save a mercenaries life.
Sparrow was drifting off to sleep when he heard the soft pattering of foot on stone. Pulling his leg out of sight Sparrow remained still, slowly drawing his gun from his right holster. As a shadow appeared at the entrance to the alleyway, Sparrow twisted his body to peep through a gap between to rusty bins. The shadow became larger and larger until a familiar face made his way silently into the alleyway. Overjoyed Sparrow stuck his hand in the air and beckoned Rabbit over. “Where the hell is Hawk?”
“I don’t bloody know, I’ve been hear for nearly an hour with NOTHING, HQ hasn’t called me back and I didn’t know if you were alive or dead.”
“Yeah sorry about that, after I heard the scream I didn’t want to give my position away by using the radio.”
“Too bloody right,” Sparrow said bluntly.
“Gee, what happened to your ankle?”
“Rolled it on my way here, hurts like hell.”
“Well you’ll be about as useful as a mongoose on a tricycle then wont ya?”
Rabbit went and sat out by the entrance to the alleyway to watch for any approaching cars, while Sparrow was left to worry about what happened to Hawk. It was her scream they had heard of the radio, so the logical explanation was that she was dead….
Rabbit was the first to see her coming, as he was sitting at the entrance to the alleyway. After throwing a few words at Sparrow, he ran out to meet her. As Rabbit reached her, the look on her face said that something wasn’t right. He opened his mouth to ask her what had happened, but the bullet hit before he had a chance to make a sound. Hawk screamed the same scream that Sparrow had heard two and a half hours earlier. Sparrow’s heart rate increased as he crawled to the entrance of the alleyway. Hawk had collapsed on top of Rabbit and Sparrow could hear a slight whimpering and see tears running down her dark cheeks and falling to the cobblestones, mixing with the pool of blood that was growing at her feet. As Sparrow pulled himself to his feet, another shot went off.. the whimpering had stopped and was replaced by an eerie silence. In the space of two minutes, Sparrow had lost his two closest friends to the hands of ruthless mobsters, and rage boiled up inside of him.
Adrenaline started pumping through his veins and he forgot all about the pain of his ankle. But now was not the time for mourning. Sparrow crouched down in wait, he knew that the mobsters would come out eventually, and hopefully bring a vehicle to dispose of the bodies. That would be his only chance. His opportunity came soon enough, when three men dressed all in black appeared from around a corner. One held an AK47, while the other held a simple silenced pistol. A black van followed them from behind. As the three drew closer, he could hear their footsteps on the cobblestones and the low drone of the engine. The two men stopped and looked down at the bodies, but only for a second, as a gunshot went off and one man holding the AK47 added to the pile of bodies at their feet. A panicked look fell over his face as he brought his pistol up to eye level. Spinning his head side to side, he searched for their silent assassin. Sparrow took aim at the second mobster and squeezed the trigger. The pile of bodies became four.
The van started to reverse and Sparrow realized this would be his last chance for survival. Sparrow hopped out from cover of the alleyway and shot three more bullets towards the driver seat of the van, piercing the front windscreen and making contact with the driver. The van came to a halt as the driver went limp in his seat. Thinking that he was home free, Sparrow ran towards the driver side of the van. Reaching the door he pulled it open, allowing the dead mobster to fall to his feet. He got into the driver seat and drove around the bodies, pushing the accelerator hard he started to drive down the street. Sparrow took a left turn onto a bridge and headed back towards the compound.
A young couple were heading home from a romantic dinner and saw the dark van turn the corner, three seconds later they saw the side window smash and the van veer off the bridge and smash through the barriers into the river below. Three hundred meters to their left a mobster began to pack up his sniper leaving the shell casings of three bullets.