Wolfhound: Secret Heroes

It had been about a year since our group was formed. Crimson Justice had understandably not been very active ever since the Attack on Canterlot. In fact, we’d only had one other mission.

I was chilling in the Mess Hall with everyone else, chatting away, waiting for something to happen.

Unfortunately, something did.

The door burst open, and in walked Allen. “Gear up!” He yelled. “We’ve got something!”

Everyone scrambled. “What’s up?” I asked, following him as he led the way to the Armory.

“We’ve got a transmission directly to us from someone. She claims that she wants to join us, but that she needs help getting out of a building that’s filled with Crimson Justice.”

“Well, who?”

“She won’t say. All she’d tell me was that she and few others want to join us, but they need help getting out.”

“Sounds fishy, if you ask me.”

“I agree, but we don’t know what’s going on. Get your gear.”

We’d arrived. Most everyone grabbed their customary gear.

“So,” I started, “Allen. You gonna snipe, or go with us on the ground?”

He paused for a second, and considered.

“I’ll go on the field.” He said eventually.

I ended up grabbing an assault rifle. I turned to everyone else.

“Leon, Jackson, you’re with us.” I indicated towards Allen. “Jackie, Amber, you’re our evac.”

Everyone nodded. We double-checked our gear, and headed out. Our mysterious contact had told us where to go.

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When we got there, Allen and Jackson went off to recon the area. When they got back, they reported a large building in a clearing, surrounded by trees.

Makes sense, everything in front of us is forest.

Allen, Jackson, Leon, and I moved out. Jackie and Amber sat down and waited.

Surprisingly, there were only a couple of exterior guards. They were easy to get past, as they were both at the main entrance. I noticed an alarm button next to one. It’d be easy for one of them to just reach over and push it if they spotted anything.

We worked using hand signals, even though we knew that we could whisper. Jackson had modified our helmets. They were thicker, but there was a button we could press that would seal them and they’d be sound-proofed enough that we could whisper and it wouldn’t be heard. We wouldn’t suffocate, nor would our hearing be affected. I don’t think I’d ever figure out how Jackson did that. I was no engineer, by any means.

We snuck through, dispatching guards as necessary. Eventually, we came across an extremely large room. It was filled with crates, desks, and all sorts of things. Difficult to go through rapidly, but incredibly useful if you needed to be stealthy.

Unfortunately, there were a lot of guys. Enough to form half a dozen whole squads.

“What the he**?” Leon whispered, looking at one group of them. “Blue stars?”

I peeked. Sure enough, a squad’s-worth of them had large blue stars colored onto their uniforms. “What do you think they mean?” I asked.

“Don’t know. Spec ops?” Allen replied.

“Where’s our contact?” Jackson asked.

“Don’t know, we- wait, over there! That woman yelling at a guard!”

A woman in a Crimson Justice uniform was lecturing another one. It seemed pretty heated. Then I noticed something. “Hey, the one yelling has a blue star.”

“She’s our contact.” Allen stated. “I recognize the voice.”

I thought for a second. “Okay, move into a position, and take out anyone who doesn’t have a blue star. I’ll start it off.”

I snuck over to near where the women were yelling at each other. After everyone reported that they were in position, I stood up. The yelling stopped.

“Greetings from Canterlot.” I said. Then I blew the non-starred woman’s brains out. I quickly ducked back down before any guard could rearrange my skull.

“What- Now!” The other woman yelled. Suddenly, everyone with a blue star drew on those that didn’t.

What the he**? I just mentally shrugged and started mopping up my own targets.

The room was cleared in under a minute, with our help.

“Clear?” The woman yelled. Various calls of the same word came back.

I hesitantly stood up. The woman looked at me, nodded in greeting, and asked “Who’s the leader?”

Allen stepped forward from halfway across the room and called out “I am.”

She beckoned him over. It took almost half a minute for him to navigate. By then almost everyone had gathered in the coincidentally clear area that we were already in.

When Allen got there, she said “Sarah. I’m the commander of my squad. Thanks for not shooting us, too.”

“Welcome. So, all of you want out?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not sure we could sneak out.”

“We probably won’t be able to. We’ve disabled the alarms, but these walls are not sound proof. No one’s come in, so I think the outside guards are alerting the rest of the base.”

I replied “Then we’d best start moving.”

Sarah looked at me and nodded. She ordered her squad over to a set of double doors, but then indicated to us to follow her.

Her squad took numerous positions. They breached, and half of her guys went in. Gunshots followed. Calls of “Clear!” came.

Sarah led us over to a couple crates. On top of them were piles of paper.

“We’ve got cases for them, but these are documents for all sorts of things. Planned attacks, some base locations, infiltrator locations and/or identities, the works.”

I looked at her, and then at the papers, amazed.

“If we stay alive, we also have a lot of Intel that isn’t on paper, too. Crimson Justice is way more than a terrorist organization. I’ll tell you myself when we get out of here.” She grabbed a couple nearby briefcases and started loading up the documents.

After she was done, Allen fitted one of the briefcases into the empty rifle holster on his back – the one he’d normally use for his sniper rifle – and walked towards the doors that Sarah’s squad had opened.

Leon took the other briefcase, and grabbed some cloth from a nearby table. He tied together some kind of strap and slung the briefcase over his shoulder. It stuck firmly to his back.

I took a quick glance over the room. Finding no other loose papers, I shrugged and followed Sarah through the doorway.

Her squad had already cleared three rooms ahead. Jackson and I moved up to take point. Sarah joined us.

“I’ve got a couple marksmen in my squad,” she said, “they can help.” She ordered them up.

We snuck through a couple hallways and rooms. Eventually we came across one that was populated. I stopped one of the marksmen before he snuck out right in front of a guy. I indicated that guy and another one for the marksmen to take out.

The one that was close got his face slammed into the crate, along with a knife to the skull. The other guy got his brains blown out. Jackson and I took down two more.

The rest of Sarah’s squad rushed in and quickly destroyed all other hostiles. Lucky the blue stars are big, or we'd never see them from any considerable range.

We went through probably over a dozen hallways, corridors, and rooms before we reached the exit.

Our marksmen suddenly moved up and slammed open the doors. It was the main entrance, and they’d just knocked out the two guards.

We searched outside for a few seconds, to make sure no enemies were hiding. After confirming we were clear, Sarah said “Lead the way.”

Jackson and I led the way to the evac point. When we got near it, I went onto the radio. “Jackie, Amber, don’t be alarmed. Our contacts are dressed as Crimson Justice. They’ve got big blue stars on them.”

“Uh, copy that.” Jackie replied. “We haven’t seen a single thing since y’all went out there.”

“Roger. We should be there in half a minute, tops.”

We arrived, Jackie and Amber helped us load everyone up into the vehicles we’d brought, and then Jackson and I drove us all out of there.