The sun beat down on the french embassy in the Angola-Zaire border region, frying the uneven pavement outside the gates. A convoy of armored SUV's passed, engines humming discreetly but steady. French flags flapped overhead, their shadows stretching across the compound walls. The EU Commissioner and his 12-man security detail walked out of the embassy. His head of security, Agent Brooks, opened the door of the middle SUV and ushered him into the vehicle, climbing into the SUV after him. The convoy routinely drove through the streets.
"This is Agent Brooks to Command, we have departed the embassy and we're on the move. Headed to the border now, over.", Brooks talked calmly into his radio.
Behind him, two agents chatted about what they planned to do after this was all over. Commissioner Fremont had just condenmed the Zaire Liberation Force for a multitude of war crimes, declaring them as terrorists and threats to quality of life. Not too long ago, the insurgents had discovered US Operatives on their soil, resulting in a large bombing that killed allied casualties and civilians alike.
Surrounding the walls of the embassy and scattered around the area were the Alpha unit of the UN's new Peacekeeping Corps. Although they were deployed merely as a "security measure", their gear said otherwise. Fitted with the latest battle gear and weapons, their presence commanded compliance and fear into the area.
Despite the prominence of the area, all that could be heard in the district was the whirring of tanks and HUMVEEs patrolling in the streets. From the rooftops, numerous lasers scanned the windows of abandoned buildings.
Fremont was quite paranoid on this particular day. He had just finished declaring the ZLF as serious threats and now he had a target on his back. Fremont fidgeted with his thumbs and gritted his teeth. Looking for comfort, he turned to his head of security, "How much longer?"
Brooks replied seriously, "We're almost at the border, sir. We have the region covered by the Peacekeeping corps and security...if those Liberation Force fucks try anything....they got another thing coming..." Brooks reassured Fremont while the team continued chatting in the SUV, not knowing what was to come.
Up ahead, the convoy's route was a road exposed by an open expanse of fields. Only one building stood in the distance, and the Alpha unit operative was posted up there and he was due for a status report. He took out binos and observed the area - The sun was due to set and the field was peaceful. This was a contrast to the atrocities citizens face every day in this region.
The operative took out his radio transciever and radioed back to Command, "Command, this is Alpha 3-5. The convoy is clear to proceed." While waiting for a response, he only recieved static back, "Damn signal..."
As he went to slip it back into its pouch, he suddenly felt a stinging sensation in his back, causing him to flinch forward and fall onto the ground. As he crawled away, he turned back - and tried to shout - But he was silenced before he could do so. The lead operative stood over his body, nodding to his men to setup positions in the fields and the building. These weren't insurgents.
These were surgical killers.
Meanwhile, Agent Brooks waited for Alpha 3-5's confirmation, "Alpha 3-5, are we clear to proceed, over?" He waits a few moments, before sighing and trying again. After a few moments, its still static, "Whats with the signal?"
Before the convoy was in sight, the entirety of the Alpha Unit positioned in the fields were replaced by an unknown force. As the sun descended, their dead bodies were masked in the fields. The unknown force brandished their gear and effectively disguised themselves.
The convoy stops as Brooks waits for a radio-back. He turns to Fremont, "We'll get you back as soon as possible, sir. I don't know whats taking so long." Brooks tries again, "Alpha 3-5, are we clear to proceed? Over!"
"Yes, clear to proceed." One of the unknown hostiles, posing as Alpha 3-5, replied. Somehow, this managed to work, and the convoy continued progressing. In the fields, there were lasers trained from all around. These weren't scouting for threats - They were waiting for the convoy to approach.
"Brooks to Command, we're clear of the Embassy and headed towards Rally Point Alpha, over. Commissioner is in safe hands."
"How much longer is this going to take… this isn't normal." Like a skittish animal, Fremont spoke up again, looking to his security detail, expressing a very concerned tone and an even more timid body language.
The convoy of three SUV's drove past the border and onto the countryside road, between the two fields where the hostile forces were hiding, Brooks looked out the window, "Where the hell are they...?". Suddenly, the entire convoy would be brought to a halt in the middle of the field as the leading vehicle stopped in its tracks.
"HEY, why are we stopping? What's going on?" Brooks demanded an answer as Fremont panicked beside him, "No.....noo..what's happening?" The commissioner was having none of it - His eyes beaded and his heart practically came out of his chest. While commotion went down in the center vehicle, the driver of the lead SUV got out to check what was going on outside. The "Alpha" Team member was having vehicle issues.
"Small problem mate! I could not reach you because vehicle stop working!" "Alpha 3-5" explains. This causes the driver to walk over. He pops the hood and begins inspecting the engine. Brooks complains over the radio, "Jesus christ.....tell them to get the fuckin' vehicle outta the way, over--" Before he can fully deliver his message, he sees more Alpha Team members popping out of the fields with their weapons trained.
Brooks was confused, "I thought we had one guard here, what the fuck's goin' on?" Brooks tapped his holster reassuringly, just as other agents in the convoy stopped their joking around and looking around cautiously, readying their own pistols.
Just as the agent peered inside to check the engine, Alpha 3-5 grabbed him roughly by the neck and fired his pistol into his skull. He quickly turned around and shot the driver of the front SUV.
In a flash, the men in the fields opened fire on the convoy, who were trapped like a fish out of water with nowhere to run or hide in the open terrain. Alpha 3-5 took off his mask, revealing himself. Even with the ensuing chaos, Brooks recognized him immedietely as Anslo Garrick, the leader of a PMC in the region. He was leading this operation.
Suddenly, from the darkness, the entirety of the convoy began getting sprayed with sniper shots. "CONTACT CONTACT! WHO THE HELL--" Brooks ducked and pulled the commissioner down with him, to keep him protected. His job was to keep him alive, and he was gonna try his best to do so. The convoy began taking heavy fire from Garrick's men and also snipers in the fields. Before they had a chance to escape, the hostile sniper shot the tires of the Humvees with his rifle.
"The comissioner is in the middle vehicle. Close in on him." Garrick ordered roughly into his comms. For a man who was shot in the eye just years ago, Garrick was dangerously precise and lethal. He moved forward to the middle vehicle, MP5K in one hand, radio in the other. Before the detail knew it, the entire convoy had been surrounded by over 40 men hiding in the fields, raining down fire.
"Rgh.. call the UN now! They shouldn't be too far away!" Fremont stayed down, huddling in the small amount of cover they really had, trying to stay out of the way of bullets, of which there were dozens flying his cars way, which made the man jump and yelp each time.
To the dismay of the commisioner, the border region had been jammed by EMPs. The remaining Alpha team units in the city could only hear the gunshots in the distance and listen in confusion amidst the chaos of the signal jamming and the conflict.
Brooks tried to shout into his radio as intensive gunfire tore through the convoy, with the middle SUV of Brooks, one wounded agent, and the Comissioner. Brooks tried, though futile to reach anybody, "WE"RE UNDER HEAVY FIRE! AMBUSH! I REPEAT -- AMBUSH!!! I DONT KNOW WHO THE HELL THESE GUYS--"
Anslo made it to the window of the vehicle, shooting Brooks in the neck before swiftly finishing the wounded agent in the back who had just been discussing dinner plans with his wife over the phone just merely minutes before the ambush. He sees the comissioner and smirks, "There you are, my friend!"
Soon, the unknown hostile force would stop opening fire, as the entire security detail had been wiped out. Brooks chokes on his own blood, opens the car door weakly, and doubles over onto the hard pavement of the road, mortally wounded. A hostile comes over and double taps his head, before seeing the comissioner in the vehicle. Hes surrounded. Within seconds, Fremont was knocked unconcious and kidnapped before he had the chance to reply to Garrick.