Miami, Florida

June 11th, 2021; 2:24 P.M.

Derek POV

The gunfire became increasingly louder as moved towards the town square.

Mickey: Whats the plan once we get there.

Derek: Get close and buy them time, once they can get back on their feet we have to hold our ground or somehow get the fuck out of there.

Mickey: What about that BTR?

Derek: Leave that to me.

Mickey: Just what are you planning.

Derek: Well... how good of a distraction can you be?

Time Square; Espresso Bar

Patch POV

You laid your back under the window as bullets shattered the class and pierced all decorations in the building.

Demo: Tossing Frag!

Demo pulled the pin of a grenade and lobbed it outside the window as it detonated shortly after he tossed it.

Patch: We can't stay here forever!

Demo: We just have to hold out until Colt and Mickey get here in time!

Bangalore: Ah yes, have our last hopes be two inexperienced soldiers. They're as good as dead.

Demo: What did you just say Bitch?!

Patch: Less arguing and more helping give covering fire so I can get to NATO and Valk!

Demo: On my mark!

They waited a few seconds until the hail of bullets stopped. Demo locked his fist and raised out of cover.

Demo: Go, now!

You got up and ran from the wall as you hurdled over the counter to where Valk and NATO were with Bulldog.

Bulldog: Dont raise your head high Patch.

Patch: Wasn't planning on it.

You took off your first aid bag and grabbed a gauze pad and bandages as you began to patch up NATOs wound on his shoulder and Valks leg wound.

Demo: Ramps, Frenchie, Barricade the entrance!

Wattson: Its Wattson.

Demo: Just do as told!

Wattson: On it!

The two covered the windows and door with a bulletproof material that wasn't like tempered glass, and it was working. Everyone sat back to recuperate on what situation they're in.

Mirage: So whats the plan for when they end up blasting through that material.

Demo: Colt and Mickey are on their ways now, we just need to hope it holds long enough until they arrive.

Bangalore: You sent that message out 15 minutes ago, like I said I believe they're dead.

Wraith: Would you take a second and atleast have some faith?

Bangalore: Faith in what? This is what happens when you listen to morons.

Patch: Would you guys all just shut the fuck up, for the fifth god damn time? They're on their way and not far out, NATO has them tracked on his tablet. They're bumping into some hiccups but they're getting here as fast possible.

Demo: How far out?

Mark groaned as he adjusted his position against the wall while he looked at his tablet.

NATO: If they don't run into any more issues, 5 minutes.

Talon: Well isn't this just touching.

You all looked over at the window and saw Talon standing on the other side with 3 other masks guarding him.

Demo: Well if it isn't the ghost, finally deciding to show your face once things come in your favor.

Talon: The battle was already in my favor the second you stepped foot in Miami.

Demo: Alot of masks here are dead, what do you consider that?

Talon: A headstart.

Patch: A headstart to what, your failure? Your death?

Talon: I wouldn't speak so freely Franklin, you never used to do that back in Afghanistan.

Patch: Times changed, what's it to you asswipe.

Talon: That you should do your job and maybe help out your friends leader, seems she's trying to cover a wound.

You turned and looked at loba who was holding her hip, you noticed her hand was stained with blood.

Loba: It's nothing, really.

She took her other hand off the counter to walk forward but stumbled on the ground.

Patch: Loba!

You rushed to her aid and helped flip her over.

Patch: I need more room to access the wound.

Valk: Do you need help moving her to a table?

Patch: I mean I need to take off her corset or atleast cut it enough so I can see the full extent of the wound.

Loba: Just do it.

Patch: Valk I need you to take it off for her.

You took off your satchel on your bag while hearing Demo yell through the bulletproof material at Talon.

Demo: Once I get my hands on you, you're a dead man. You hear me! I'll make sure your disgruntled ass doesn't get back up again!

Bulldog: Colt, do you copy. Loba got hit before we seeked shelter. Patch is trying his best to tend to her wounds but we're running on a time limit. We need you here now.

Valk took off Lobas corset as you looked at the wound. You packed gauze directly into the wound which caused her to groan.

Patch: Bullets still in there, but I can't do anything else for now until we get to a more secured area.

Valk: Why can't you?

Patch: Dont have the tools, I only pack enough to treat the wound. Most I can do is try and stop the bleeding.

Talon: Leave it to Franklin to always do the minimum amount of effort, thats why you're still a Private First Class. You do nothing to help but be there. Tell me, how much blood cover your hands from those you couldn't help.

You groaned in frustration at that comment, you finished wrapping Lobas wound however you noticed the bleeding never stopped.

Talon: Touch a nerve? Good, try to feel safe inside that building, because once the BTR comes back, I'll make sure that entire building is reduced to rubble.

He started to walk away while the three masks stayed to keep watch. Demo walked away from the window in frustration as he flipped a table.

Demo: Damnit!

Patch: Calm down, I'm sure Colt and Mickey will give them what they deserve.

Demo: Oh yea, I almost forgot. While we sit here and wait for that material to dissipate, two of our men are gonna try and attempt to go toe-to-toe with the platoon of masks waiting outside. And they still have that BTR! Who the fuck sold them a BTR!

Bulldog: Could've been a Russian supernationalist.

Demo: Whatever the case, it's going to be a scrap heap once the cavalry arrives.

Derek POV

You sat at the top of a nearby building as you turned your comms on.

Derek: Mickey, I'm in position, do you copy.

Mickey: *on comms* Yea I read you, I'm ready to move in.

Derek: I spot 3 masks standing outside the Espresso Bar. You're clear to engage.

You looked down towards the alleyway as Mickey ran out and gunned down 2 of the 3 masks. He drove his knee into the 3rd one he pressed the barrel of EBR into the mask and pulled the trigger. The rest of the masks mobilized towards Mickeys position as he rolled for cover.

Mickey: *on comms* I hope this BTR comes back quick because I'm gonna need your assistance soon.

Derek: I have to wait for the perfect moment, just need you to hold them for just a bit longer.

After watching Mickey move in and out of cover firing at masks, the BTR finally made its approach to his position.

Mickey: *on comms* Hey that things getting pretty close, would be a great time for another member to show their face right about now.

Derek: Yea yea I hear you.

You clamped a hook on the side of the building as you hurdled yourself off. You discreetly rappeled down the building until you were close enough to the ground. You cut the rope to save time and sprinted towards the BTR. You pulled the pin of a grenade on your vest as you climbed onto the top. You shot the mask on the gunner position and after counting to 3, you tossed the grenade into the hole and ran the hell away from the BTR. The grenade exploded and you heard the screams of the masks inside. While the masks were confused with not knowing who to fire at, you and Mickey took out the rest of the masks in the area before regrouping with him in the front of the bar.

Mickey: Well that just happened.

Derek: Yea, lets get them out of the bar so we can get the hell out of here.

As you reached for the door handle, a bullet missed your hand as you turned back around to see a large group of around 35 masks moving in from all sides.

Mickey: They're coming from all sides!

Derek: Hold your position!

You fired at the masks coming in from the left while Mickey did they same with the right. After killing three masks you reloaded your HK. And decided to try something.

Derek: Switch!

You and Mickey changed positions so now you were on the right and mickey was on the left. You shot 4 more masks as you retreated back into cover. You turned to Mickey as he got hit in the hip and shoulder.

Derek: No!

He clutched his shoulder as you kneeled down next to him.

Derek: You bastards, I'll kill you all. You hear me!

You aimed at the masks moving in and shot 2 more before switching to your glock. Using it you got up close and shot another 3 before unsheathing your knife and tossing it at another. You retreated back to Mickey and started to drag him towards the bar. You fired at the masks with your glock as you became frustrated.

Derek: Open the God damn door!

The door opened and you dragged mickey inside.

Derek: Give me a fucking sitrep.

Patch: NATO and Valk have minor wounds while Loba and now Mickey are in more major condition with Lobas bleeding not stopping.

Derek: And how much ammo do you guys have?

Demo: We're dry, nothing is gonna work for us.

Derek: *sighs* Is that so.

Mickey: *groan* what are you p-planning?

Derek: Oh, just a simple "buy you time".

Patch: No, you are NOT going out there by yourself.

Derek: Frank, you're the medic. Look at the condition my men are in. What would you rather risk, their lives, or just one.

Patch: *scoffs* Why do you have to make things difficult.

Derek: Because It's what I'm good at.

You walked over to Mickey who was still grasping his hip as he tried to laugh off the pain.

Mickey: Bastard got me good.

Derek: John, carry him.

John did as told and had Sean in a bride carry. Everyone started to move towards the back exit while you stayed at the front.

Loba: Hold on.

You looked over to see Loba being assisted by Gibby.

Loba: I better see your face again, and not in a casket.

Derek: I promise.

They exited the bar as you took a deep breath. You pushed the doors open and stared at all the masks aiming you down.

Derek: Alright, where's Talon at.

Mask: Hands in the air and don't move!

You did as told and held a small reciever in your left hand.

Derek: Still gonna ask again, where is Talon.



Derek: Ok then, gonna find out the hard way.

You pressed the reciever and the street exploded in small areas. You dropped the reciever and took your HK off of your back and aimed it at the masks. You shot 5 masks before smacking another down with butt of your HK. You took out your glock and aimed it at the mask. A bullet pierced your leg as you winced in pain. You shot the mask on the ground and shot the other one. Two more bullets grazed your shoulder pads as your visor was shattered by a mask hitting you with the butt of his gun. You grabbed the mask by the head and moved in the way of fire coming your direction.

Mask: Seize Fire!

The rest of the masks stopped what they were doing while you tossed the dead mask you were holding to the ground. You heard a pair of footsteps from behind you and quickly turned to see an older man. You remembered this man, it was Miller. He was alive.

Derek: I-Impossible.

Talon: I'm sorry to do this Derek.

You felt a cold object press against your chest and soon after, you felt a sharp pain as you fell backwards to the ground. You stared up at the sky as Miller walked over top putting back on his mask.

Talon: That one, was for your father.

He walked away and you felt conciousness slip until you felt nothing anymore, it felt cold, lonely. Until you saw a light.