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Wolf: Our war is not for our faith. We fight to remove all foreign power from our soil...
Butcher: We are Al-Qatala. We are The Killers.
Wolf: We fight without sorrow. We wage war without sympathy. This is the only way to live... and die... A true soldier.
*Al-Qatala commits a terrorist attack in Piccadilly Circus*
[CROWD SCREAMING]
MODERN WARFARE
24 HOURS EARLIER
VERDANSK
Alex: Echo 3-1 to Charlie 2-Actual-
Norris: Go for Actual...
Alex Keller: LZ is in sight. Looks like our boys are right on time, Colonel.
Norris: Roger, 3-1. Hitman teams are locked and loaded for assault. You are green to go.
Ken Laswell: Colonel, we may have a problem.
Norris: Too late, Laswell. We're live...
Laswell: Not until I say so. Watcher to 3-1, how copy-?
Alex: Station chief Laswell, send traffic...
Laswell: General Barkov has sent a new shipment of chlorine gas to his depot...but his mercs are prepping to move the chems to Urzikstan via convoy, tonight. You're still clear to engage, but live fire on Russian military is prohibited. We cannot have an international incident.
Alex: No guarantees Russian army won't respond to this, Ken.
Laswell: Understood, Alex. Just locate the gas, commandeer Barkov's trucks, and get off the X before the tide turns.
Alex: Copy, Watcher. We'll handle it.
U.S. Crew Chief: Last man's out!
Hammer 2-1: Charlie-2-Actual, this is Hammer 2-1. Hitman chalks are on deck. We're RTB.
Alex: Let's move.
Hitman 7-1: All Hitman teams, push to your set point.
Hitman 7-2: Roger, on the move.
Alex: We need to keep this on a tight loop. Barkov's men are moving the gas tonight.
Hitman 7-2: Hey, what are the odds we run into General Barkov?
Hitman 7-1: Russian General wouldn't be caught dead out here.
Hitman 7-1: Psst. Heads up.
Merc 1: Сюда, сюда.
Merc 2: Я слышал это за хребтом.
Hitman 7-2: Hearing two.
Hitman 7-1: Lookin' for us. Two mercs, no uniforms.
Merc 3: Команда три, доложить, окончено...?
Merc 1: я что-то слышу...
Merc 2: Стоять рядом с... Привет! Чей там?! Вперед, покажи себя!
Hitman 7-2: They're game, drop 'em.
*men take out mercs*
Hitman 7-1: We're clear.
Hitman 7-2: Copy. Post up on the ridge and let's get the lay 'o the land.
Alex: Echo 3-1 to Blue Viking 5, call for fire. Stand by for target confirmation...
Blue Viking 5-1: Copy 3-1, Viking is standing by...
Hitman 7-1: Let's recce the area, make sure there's no Russian Army down there. Vehicle comin' in the main gate.
Alex: One in the tower, left side high, not Army.
Hitman 7-1: Copy. Checkpoint, that's the entry. Vehicle's on the move...
Alex: Movement in the rail yard.
Hitman 7-1: That's how the gas comes in.
Alex: Patrol vehicle. Contractors.
Hitman 7-1: Security. Good targets. No Russian military presence, call it in CIA...
Alex: Blue Viking 5, this is Echo 3-1, troops in the open, south gate. You are cleared hot...
Blue Viking 5-1: Roger 3-1, target acquired. Weapons free in 5 seconds...
Alex: 5 seconds!
Hitman 7-2: Thunder and lightning, heads up!
Blue Viking 5-1: Echo 3-1, good effect on target. Viking is RTB, good hunting...
Alex: Much obliged, Viking, we'll take it from here...
Merc 3: Команда три, вы читаете! Что, черт возьми, там происходит?!
Hitman 7-4: Clear!
Hitman 7-1: Clear!
Hitman 7-5: Clear!
Hitman 7-1: Chems may be inside. Masks up!
*men put on their masks*
Hitman 7-1: Let's do this...
*Hitman 7-1 opens the door*
*lights go out*
Hitman 7-1: The fuck?!
Alex: They killed the power.
Hitman 7-1: Go white-light.
*men go white-light*
Hitman 7-1: On me...
Hitman 7-4: It's pitch black in here. You hear that?
Hitman 7-3: Whoever killed the power's in here, I'm telling you...
Hitman 7-4: Could have been the airstrike...
Hitman 7-1: No, they're here...
*men take out the mercs who killed the power*
Hitman 7-1: Clear!
Alex: All clear! Let's get the power up... shed some light, find this gas.
Hitman 7-1: Roger, 3-1.
Hitman 7-3: Lookin'...
Alex: Lights, comin' on.
Hitman 7-1: Power's up.
Hitman 7-3: Hey! We got a problem. These guys are Russian army...
Hitman 7-1: Spetsnaz.
Alex: 3-1 to Watcher... Barkov's hired guns are Spetsnaz. We got Russian army KIA, we need to bug out now.
Laswell: Negative. Command wants mission accomplished on this. Not our choice.
Alex: Never is. 3-1 out.
Hitman7-1: Verify this is what we came for, we'll set the trucks for egress.
Alex: Rog.
*Alex get's sample of chlorine gas*
Alex: Jackpot. PID on the gas.
Laswell: Solid copy, 3-1. Load up and get back to base.
Alex: Roger that, let's move out!
*Alex gets in black car*
Alex: All stations, we are Oscar Mike to the RV, watch your sectors...
Laswell: Good work, Alex. Rally at the hook point for egress.
Hitman 7-4: Truck!
Alex: Back up, back up!
Hitman 7-1: All stations, we are under attack, hitman is taking heavy contact from unknown forces...!!
Hitman 7-4: RPG!
Laswell: Watcher to 3-1, how copy?! Alex, do you read. Over!
Hitman 7-5: I got you, I got you 3-1...
Hitman 7-1: Urgh...!!
Alex: Shit...
Hitman 7-4: Who the fuck is this?!
Hitman 7-2: Arghh!
*man rolls dead body over*
Insurgent: ملازم تعال بسرعة ..!لا الروسية.
Insurgent Leader: مشاة البحرية ... أميركي
Insurgent Leader: يجب أن نذهب. حاليا!!
Insurgent Leader: تحرك للخارج. إذهب! إذهب! إذهب!
*Alex takes off his mask*
Alex: Echo 3-1 to Watcher.
Laswell: Alex- what happened?
Alex: Terrorist attack. Multiple marines KIA. Gas stolen. We need EVAC, now!
Laswell: Roger. Tracking multiple Russian forces headed your way. Sit tight. We're pushing to you for fast exfil. Watcher out.
(After Fog Of War)
Laswell: This operation is now compartmentalized.
Norris: What the hell does that mean?!
Laswell: It means you no longer have clearance, Colonel.
Norris: Those are my Marines. We need a QRF in there right now.
Laswell: That's not advisable.
Norris: And that is not your call!
Lyons: Colonel. Laswell.
Norris: General, my men are...
Lyons: Norris, give us a minute.
Norris: Yes, ma'am.
Lyons: We've got a situation... The Kremlin has suspended all deconfliction channels... the Sixth Fleet is pushing into the Black Sea...and chemical weapons are now in the wild. Your fingerprints are all over this, Laswell. Fix it.
Laswell: General, right now intelligence is our best weapon.
Lyons: We've tried intelligence. Get me a better weapon.
[CELLPHONE VIBRATING]
*beep*
Laswell: White Blood Cell?
White Blood Cell Captain: Laswell.
Laswell: Where are you?
White Blood Cell Captain: Occupied.
Laswell: I've got a problem.
White Blood Cell Captain: Russians?
Laswell: Word travels fast. Chemical weapons have fallen into terrorist hands. They could be anywhere. Paris, New York...
White Blood Cell Captain: London.
[BULLET STRIKES]
Laswell: When can you brief?
White Blood Cell Captain: We just did.