Op Aryan Nation: The Enemy Within

Snatching off his commlink.. The Man in Black raced for his Command post… There was something very wrong here.. Operation Aryan nation was a battle for the nation’s survival, when it’s government had been decapitated.. The government was wide awake and alerted.. so why were his Computers going to condition Red One… He raced past his own Aide de Camp.. a detached part of his mind noting the fact for a future tongue lashing.. the man was getting soft.. and then he was in the control Room..

And slipping on the blood slicked floor..for a moment his Brain refused to recognize it ..as the smell hit. Cordite.. and Blood, from a lifetime ago. then old reflexes took over .. turning that slip into an almost casual feetfirst dive and a roll to the right, taking the impact on his soldiers, As his heart lurched once: A Hit team, Inside Omega. And then there was no time as one hand hit the button that summoned his personal Bodyguards, Normally never allowed here.. And the Other hand reached for his sidearm.. one he’d carried across three wars and more years than he wanted to remember… a Browning 9 mm, always carried “cocked and locked” In his holster.. Ironically called “condition one”. A quick flick and the safety was off…

And his mind was back in the zone, There was only him and the two shooters on the other side of the desk firing a hailstorm of silenced rounds. He heard one weapon click on empty..rolling left, He squeezed off two rounds,a quick One two that took one down. But the other was missing, where? The Huffing and puffing ADC chose that moment to arrive, sidearm extended . a single “phut” from the rear right of the room and the ADC was down., a round neat hole in his forehead… as The Man In Black squeezed off two more shots blindly, and rolled further left to get behind the display console desk… several rounds chasing him Into that sparse cover. He winced at the rounds smashing into the comm Gear, millions of dollars worth of it. He heard the second one’s weapon click on empty. Trick, one part of his mind whispered , so he fired off two more shots in the general direction, the return fire confirmed it, This one was tricky. Well, two can play at this game, Kid.. with a grin on his face, The man in black wasted four more rounds in the general direction of fire, and waited .. sure enough.. footsteps, with no attempt at stealth.

The man had counted and had decided he was empty.. and was walking towards him . The Browning 9 mm held 13 rounds, not the more universal 9+1, as many in the past had learned to their cost. One silent, smooth motion as he uncoiled into sight and he caught surprise on that hooded face .. as a quick one two caught the raider’s throat, nearly severing his neck.

Heavy boots crashing in the corridor as the first of his bodyguard arrived..The Man in Black caught an Impulse to giggle, Just like in the movies.. too late to do any good. Then he looked at his watch.. and 2 minutes had elapsed since he left the conference room. He choked the giggle down, as the mess that was Omega control registered..

No controlling anything from here. No wonder the Computers had called in Red One, Lacking information, They had to assume Omega was threatened across the board. The how can wait for later..Let’s get moving, Soldier, his mind nudged. His body guards were clearing the Building.. Choppers on the roof.. They had had inside help.. No way to decide who at the moment.. But he would remember when the time came. He owed that to his warriors.. and himself.

They couldn’t know that a backup control center would activate after two minutes of silence from Omega Prime. Only he knew that..But they had tried their best to decapitate Omega. Time to stop that , He found himself reaching for his communicator.. which had taken a bullet, somehow.. He rapped the nearest Helmet… Get me a communicator, he looked at the rank tabs,
Captain, I have a phone call to make, ASAP.