Chapter: 20

Fall of Santa Fe
February, 3, 2013
Santa Fe, New Mexico
16:07
“Santa Fe has fell, people are being evacuated as we speak. The Officer is more dangerous then we originally thought.” Hanke said in a resigned tone. “Uh yah! Your not the one who the Officer is so intent on killing, if you where me you won’t underestimate him!” All three men looked depressed, mostly McDale though. “Santa Fe was my home for 13 years. I won’t stand for this! If anyone is with you Ian it is me! I will be with you till the end when we raid Santa Fe and rip off the Officer’s head!” Said McDale “I will be with you too, anyone who comes to my country, and my family will have a reserved gravestone.” Penn said “So be it. My next target is Deli Cilgin, I read his record he will be hard to get to, he is a stagiest so he won’t be in open combat. He will have to go through a lot of henchman before we meet Deli himself.” “I don’t care how many obstacles are in my way, he took my old home and is treating it like scum, that deserves no less then death.” McDale countered. “Ok, now agents Deli Cilgin is in a plane to France, it is a private plane with a cargo hold, luxury area, dining, seating, you name you got it. You will all be part of the plan. Ian you will be packed into a crate to go onto the plane. I no, I no. Not exactly comfy. Penn you will lead the strike force on the holding center where Ian will be packed into the plane. You main objective is to distract the forces and then after Ian is in the box, get out! McDale, you will be the decoy. You will be dressed like Ian and will try and draw troops to you, not Ian. That is a dangerous task. Got it men? I have assembled a SWAT team to escort you out of the city. I will find my own way out. Ok got it men? Move out!” Ian moved toward to door, then Penn spoke. “You know its silly your still calling us by our last names. Please call me Fabian.” “Your right Fabian. Call me Drake. Please, we are now a squad anymore, call us by OUR first names like we do to you.” Said McDale, or now know as Drake. The three of them walked outside. Ian, Fabian, and Drake.

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After they had gotten out of the city, Ian and the others had gotten into an armored truck and driven off. “Are we going all the way back to Virginia in this armored truck? If we don’t take a plane there we will miss our flight to France! All we are going to do in Virginia is arm ourselves anyway!” complained Fabian. They had been on the road for hours. “We need to get out of the hot zone. The Officer has made that zone huge. Don’t worry, we are almost at an airport.” the Driver replied. About 5 minutes later ( but Fabian’s complaints made it seem longer) they arrived at an airport. They gave their ID first. So when discovered that they where agents, they where allowed to pass on to the plane (no weapon check!). The plane ride took about an hour, Fabian opened a book entitled The General, Drake turned on the TV built into the seat in front of him, and Ian just sat there, knowing that the raid would take place real soon. When they arrived at the CIA HQ in Virginia they went directly to the weapon room. It felt odd being in the HQ, almost safe, but one day that would be one of the most dangerous places for Ian. Yet, that’s a story for another time. Ian, Fabian, and Drake went straight for the weapons room. Drake scanned past several shelves and stetted on a MC6007, a weapon currently being used in the Mexican Revolt. Fabian eyed an Uzi but then picked 2 Walter P72s. Ian armed him self with explosives, C4, Stun Grenades, Explosive Grenades, and a whole lot others.