Task Force V

April 16th, 2016

ADX Vie Ou Mort

Marsh Island, Louisiana, USA

1300 hours local time

 A black Airbus H155 helicopter landed on a gated off helipad, that connected to a large grey building that was supported by eight suv sized steel and concrete legs, and surrounded with a large double set chain link fence topped off with steel Dannert wire. Guard towers were placed exactly 75 meters apart, with spot lights and guards armed with M4s converted to fire the .458 SOCOM, on the grounds guards patrol in full armor and carry a large polycarbonate riot shield and sixteen inch steel batons. All in all Vie Ou Mort was a prison for the absolute worst of the worst, it is so well guarded and designed that the United Nations bought several cells for their inmates. Inside the prison the cells are small, only two meters by two and half meters, the concrete bed frames were the length of one of the walls. On the other wall was a small toilet and a sink, above, a single light which was inside the ceiling was controlled by the guards.

From the helicopter several guards in suits exited followed by two women, the first was Sarah Lawson, standing at five foot five and being forty-seven years old she could hardly be considered a threat. But she radiated an air of confidence and experience, she was wearing a dark green suit with a white button up and a black tie, her long red hair was done up in a ponytail.

The other woman was Pat Woolsworth, standing at five foot three, and being only twenty-five, she was once a trustworthy and highly regarded police officer from New York, now she is serving a ten year sentence for corruption, assault, bribery and witness tampering. She garbed in an orange prison jumpsuit, that differentiated her from the inmates of Vie Ou Mort who wore blue jumpsuits. Her short silver hair framed her caucasian skin well, and lends itself to her green eyes well.

The group was taken inside the prison, Sarah Lawson had met the warden once inside.

“Warden Webb, I appreciate the welcome but I would like to get to my prisoners as soon as possible, so I can explained everything once they wake up.” Sarah said in greeting.

“Yes, well Miss Lawson I just want ensure everything done with the utmost care, I would hate for one of them escape or cause you any harm. But might I ask why you requested them, most of them are some of the worst and should just be taken outside, shot and left in a shallow ditch.” Warden Webb asked.

Sarah stopped and turned to Webb, “Mister Webb, that is need to know, as if you needed to know you’d know or be dead, so let's get going shall we?”  she said rather pointedly.

She continued to walk, towards a guard checkpoint that was the entrance to a large orientation area. Inside were twenty-eight guards armed with M1216 shotguns loaded with beanbag munitions in the first tube, the second through fourth contained steel double OO buckshot. Strapped into chairs were the seven prisoners Sarah requested, all currently sleeping, from the anesthetic they were given prior to their surgeries.

To start her selected rogues gallery was Dan Grayson, Standing at five foot ten, and only thirty-five years old, in his short time as a hired gun, he racked up quite the kill count, only one hundred twenty-three were known, but most speculate he reached two hundred by the time of his arrest. He was also charged with kidnapping, torture and assault with a deadly weapon. This disgrace of a former government asset had a thick head of hair and a rough looking beard, his blue eyes would often shine with glee in the sight of weapons. His head was currently leaning to the side showing off his new two inch scar from the surgery.

Next was Leonas ‘Lucky’ Astora, he stood at six feet even, and was twenty-five years old. He is enjoying his life sentence for committing several acts of terrorism, assassination, drug trafficking, and attempted assassination.  The alabaster skinned young man had long shiny and well maintained brown hair, if it weren’t for his near permanent five o’clock shadow, he would look any normal person.

Next, Damien Watson, standing at six foot three inches and being forty-eight years old. Enjoying a life sentence for crimes against humanity and war crimes. His short greying hair is what betrayed his looks, without it he might pass for twenty-six.

After him was, Wilhelm Jäger, he stands at six foot one inch, and thirty-five years of age, he is serving a life sentence for terrorism, he has brown hair and brown eyes, along with various military tattoos even though he never served.

Next was Jeffry Smith or as he prefers Death Gun, this five-foot nothing, nineteen year old is the definition of edgy beta male trash. He tried to shoot up his school dressed as Death Gun from SAO, unsurprisingly he failed and is now serving a life sentence. He has casper the ghost white skin, bright green eyes and blonde hair.

After him was Jack Spratt, standing at six foot two inches, this former Marine went AWOL and killed 349 Syrian refugees in Germany, he was sentenced to death. His white skin, brown eyes and brown hair, he could easily blend in with a crowd if he wasn’t a psychotic pyromaniac and had horrible PTSD.

Finally was Alexander Trevelyan, more commonly known as Spectre, he stands at six feet even. Serving a life sentence for Espionage, treason, assassination, and terrorism. Caucasian, with nicely combed black hair, with a well trimmed moustache. At thirty-six he was at one point the most wanted man in the world for his espionage and assassination skills for sale to the highest bidder.

Once Sarah was finished looking over them, she looked to a doctor, who gave her a small remote.

“This remote is one of the ways you can use the devices we’ve implanted in them, the other is on your computer. You can communicate with them, view their vitals, shock them and detonate the devices.” the doctor said.

Sarah looked over the remote, admiring the power it gave her over them. “Alright, wake them up doctor, we need to talk.” she said.

The doctor went over to a tablet and entered a command, and the seven prisoners were shocked awake. The doctor nodded at Sarah who walked in front of them.

Alexander Trevelyan looked up at Sarah and grimaced, “What do want Lawson, I’m not in the mood for your games. Last time I played I ended up in here.” Alexander said with a flat tone.

Over on the far right, Dan Grayson noticed Alexander, and Sarah. “Alex, how have you been, last time I saw you, you were hanging out of a window in Paris: you still owe me a new shirt for that, you ass.” Dan said in a slightly pointed tone, “And Ms. Lawson, oh terrible it is to see you again, did you get my present, I hope you did, it was awful hard to get all the pieces together.”

Sarah looked at Dan first, “I got it Grayson, although it would have been nice if you cleaned them first, your blood stains things easy and is hard to get out. Although I still find it hard to believe you survived.” She said with disdain.

“Well hollow points don’t work so well when they hit ceramic plates first, but hey it’s the thought that counts.” Dan explained.

Everyone was paying attention now and looking at Sarah.

“Well now that you’re all awake, let’s begin. I’m Sarah Lawson, and of right now you all have two options, work for me and receive time off your sentence along with other incentives or don’t. It’s up to you.” Sarah said with a dull flat tone.

The room was quiet, it seems like the temperature suddenly dropped, and it was very tense. When the stillness was cut with a simple question.

“And if we don’t agree?” Jeffry asked.

“You don’t work for me.” Sarah replied with the same flat tone.

“Bullshit, I know you Lawson, you don’t like to lose. What’s your ace?” Alexander asked accusingly.

Sarah smiled and held up the remote given to her by the doctor.

“I press the button on this, and it triggers the devices implanted at the base of your skull.” She said she aimed the remote and pushed the button.

Suddenly Wilhelm started to scream, shortly after his head exploded in a glorious shower of gore and coated both Jeffry and Damien, the former was currently emptying his stomach all over himself as the secured chair only allowed limited head motion.

“I think my point has been made. So what shall it be?” Sarah asked with a smirk as she held up the remote to remind them that refusal was not accepted.

Suddenly laughter filled the room, “Oh man, Sarah, that was amazing. I’m in, but you have to let get some those explosives.” Dan replied with a large grin and wide eyes.

“Might as well, it’s gets me out of this shit hole.” Leonas replied with a look of indifference.

“I’m getting any younger, so why the fuck not.” Damien said as he ignored the viscera that covered the left side of him.

“Death Gun works for no one, but himself. But I’ll agree since it shall further my own agenda.” Jeffry said like the edgy bitch trash he is.

Jack Spratt, who was currently looking with a far away look in his eye, looked dead at Sarah and replied “If I don’t have to take the shitty pills they shove down my throat then it’s a yes, otherwise blow my head off right now.”

Alexander was currently staring at Sarah looking as if he was in deep thought. “Seems like an obvious choice, looks like you win this round.” He replied

“Perfect, now gentlemen, if would kindly.” Sarah replied as she left.

With that said the guards around the prisoners quickly knocked them unconscious, and began to move them for transport.

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April 16, 2016

Undisclosed Location

1100 hours Zulu Time

Inside a large hangar the six convicts woke up, to their surprise there were no guards. Ahead of them was table with six boxes, and simple note, that said “Get dressed, don’t run, we’ll be there in ten minutes - S. Lawson”.

Inside the labeled boxes were their clothes, they quickly got dressed with few words said between them.

Dan was dressed in a shirt in glacier grey, pants in glacier grey, black waterproof boots, an EOC grey plate carrier with three double M4 style mag pouches on the front with an AR500 level IV curved SAPI plate, and an AR500 level IV flat SAPI plate on the back.

Leonas was putting on his leather jacket over his long sleeve white shirt, underneath that he had a level IIIa soft armor vest, slightly torn and worn jeans, and a pair of expensive looking red sneakers. He also wears silver ring, golden bracelet and a golden necklace with a heart shaped sapphire pendant.

Damien, wore a black suit and tie, with a level IV SAPI plate carrier with AR500 level IV plates, and a diamond he keeps around his neck.

Jeffry was wearing his ridiculous Death Gun outfit, and insisted the cloak made him invisible and the mask had nightvision installed.  

Jack was wearing old tricolor woodland camo BDUs from Vietnam with the sleeves rolled up, black GI boots, a brown bandana, an old M1 helmet with a camo covering and old school Alice webb gear with four magazine pouches, three large pouches and a canteen pouch.

Alex was wearing a black button up shirt with black pants, black boots and a black level IIIa soft armor vest.

As soon as they finished getting dressed, the door opened and Sarah Lawson, Pat Woolsworth walked in accompanied by several guards and a large grey armored tracked vehicle.

Pat was wearing a blue long sleeve shirt, dark blue pants with kneepads, dark blue kevlar wrist and ankle coverings and level IIIa soft armor vest, she also had a duty belt, that contained a collapsible baton, pepper spray and a carrot shaped audio recorder.

“Well you got dressed on your own, shows that follow instructions fairly well.” Sarah said with a slight smugness. “Now I’d like to introduce you to your leader and the only one of you clowns I can trust, Pat Woolsworth. Her word is law, mine is a commandment, if for some reason I can’t contact you, she is in charge. Another thing, if you people attempt to kill each other you all die. So there will be no coups, understand that now.”

“Now I’m sure you're all wondering where your toys are, well they are inside this,” as Sarah said this, she patted the side of the large vehicle. “This is the C1A5 Archon mobile command center and battlefield barracks. It has seven cots, one is separated for Ms. Woolsworth here. It also comes with a forward mounted fifty caliber chaingun, a deployable aerial drone, and is powered by twin six-hundred horsepower electric engines. Inside is also a munitions storage for your equipment and bevy of command and control computers along with supplies to last you five months. The included drone is called the Scryer, it comes equipped with a camera that has multiple view modes, including thermal, night vision and electro-magnetic. It also has two hellfire missiles, that can only be used by me, so no you can’t call in an airstrike.”

The Archon was thirty-eight feet in length, thirteen feet in width, and twelve feet in height, it was tracked, and had large camera dome in the middle and a large box like attachment towards the rear, where the Scryer drone was stored, and it of course came in any color they wanted as long that color was a dull factory fresh grey, that is.

“Now then, all of you are to get in, and load up, as you’re loading up we will be moving towards the facility.” Sarah said as the back of the Archon lowered to allow access for it’s seven passengers.

They all quickly entered and noticed that the inside was fairly stocked, off on either side were three cots stacked up like inside a Navy berthing. Ahead of that was a large table with a built in screen, that would probably be used for briefings and meals. Off to the right of that was a control panel with various screens that controlled the Scryer drone and fifty caliber chaingun. To the left was a fully loaded armory cage, with several ammunition crates on the side of it. Across from that was a walled off section that was Pat’s cot and changing room. Next to the armory was a large locker filled with various clothing and several metal folding chairs, and at the front was the driver’s position.

 “Woah, this is nice.” Leonas said after he got over his awe of how much was crammed in here.

“Forget the vic, look at all the guns!” Dan said with glee as he practically skipped to the armory.

Once he was there he opened it up and took a deep breath inhaling the sweet scent of metal, silicon oil and gunpowder.

“Claim your stuff before I take it all.” Dan said as grabbed a handful of guns and brought them over to the table in the center.

The other walked over and began to gather their own firearms and gear.

Leonas quickly eyed a Steyr AUGA3 with a red dot sight and the forty-two round support magazines. For a sidearm he grabbed a Glock 17 gen 4, and a trench knife. He also was sure to grab some semtex explosives and several flares and smoke grenades.

Damien grabbed a M4 CQB-R equipped with a vertical foregrip, peq box and a PSO-1 scope, a stun baton and two throwing knives.

Pat grabbed a Glock 19 gen 4, and grabbed several magazines that were loaded with hollow points.

Jeffry grabbed a L115A3 equipped with a eight to fourteen scope, and a bipod. For his sidearm he picked out a Type 54, which is a Chinese knockoff of the Tokarev, along with a rapier that insisted was forged from the hull of a spaceship.

Jack grabbed a Mossberg Maverick 88 loaded with Dragon’s breath shell. For his secondary he grabbed a Beretta M9 and also made two molotov cocktails. He was also sure to grab his Ipod and Beats.

Alex grabbed an AAC Honey Badger, and a Maxim 9 integrally suppressed handgun. Along with a literal golden gun, as in the one from the James Bond film. For gear he packed a knife for his shoes, a small transmitter that went into the hollow heel of shoes, a garrote packed into a wristwatch and a grappling hook attached to fifty of rope.

Dan grabbed a M4 and added a .458 socom upper receiver to it, along with adding an Elcan four times DR sight, an angled grip and flash suppressor. For a sidearm he grabbed a Jericho 941 and also picked up a Karambit knife, a Voodoo Hawk tomahawk, and a scalpel. He started loading his magazines with Xtreme Penetrator solid brass rounds. He was also sure to grab five Sweet William cigars and a lighter.

Suddenly the Archon stopped and the they heard Sarah Lawson start to talk.

“Alright convicts get seated, were going to send you through now.” Sarah said

They quickly found seats, but that wasn’t before someone went and asked “Wait, what are we going through?” Not long after that everyone passed out.

-----------------------------------------------With Sarah Lawson---------------------------------------

She had saw the Archon enter the portal, shortly after everything started going to hell. As in things were smoking, red alarm lights on, and a rainbow shot through the portal.

“Doctor what the hell is happening!” Sarah loudly shouted over the alarm.

The doctor in question was currently looking between several different monitors.

“The portal is. Well sensor indicate, umm. Well how the hell should I know, how often do you break laws of physics in a given afternoon?!” The doctor said shortly after a monitor lit up red. “Oh shit.”