DEFCOИ: Rewritten

Narrow Escape

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Date: 17TH OF SEPTEMBER 2023

Time: 18:32 HOURS

Location: ATLANTIC, ABOARD SOVIET SUBMARINE "DUSKNOVA"

Objective: SECURE SUBMARINE/DISABLE NUCLEAR WARHEADS

Sam stood there, his ear drums ringing and his head light. He could feel the metal floor beneath him shake unsteadily, and his disorientation was not helping him at all. He looked up from the floor and could see a hatch on the other side of the hallway opening, the valve lock spinning wildly. Sam shook his head wildly, and recomposed himself, jumping up off the ground. He turned to his left and saw the AK-74u he had stolen moments before was lying there, next to an incapacitated Russian soldier. He kicked the gun up with his boot and caught it in his hands, aiming it down the hallway, where the crewmen on the other end had opened it just in time.

He unloaded the submachine gun into the approaching attackers, and was quite satisfied to see them hit the floor, ridden with various holes. He emptied the chamber and discarded the weapon, before picking up his signature M1911 and running down the hall at a fast pace. He looked down to his watch and he remembered what he was here to do; in an hour, supposedly 'secret' launches were to be conducted around the globe, all aiming at various capitals around the world. Somehow, the Russian president was removed from office by a coup led by the major Commanding Officers of the Russian military. Their first order of business was to threaten the world with nuclear war, unless they surrendered all valuable resources and various other items they want. Unfortunately, America doesn't negotiate with terrorists, and neither does most of Europe. Thats where our buddy Sam came in. They sent specialists from all corners of the world to deal with this mess, and Sam was among them.

The Navy couldn't spare any more assets to Sam besides the INFIL and EXFIL, but that was the way he liked it. He preferred to do these types of things on his own, and he kept the reason why tucked deep back in the dark recesses of his mind.

He sped down the hallway, watching as the sailors attempted to stop the flooding, but being washed away by cold, salty water. He noticed a man with a handgun at the end of the next corner, and he took cover behind the door, flinching at how close he had come to being Swiss Cheese. Little dents had now been left in the metal where he had previously been standing, and he peeked around the corner and left a little hole in the man's head. He slumped to the ground in an ungraceful manner, and that was all it took for Sam to reach the control room. Right before he entered, he threw a flashbang into the room, in hopes that he would catch them off guard. He closed the door and could hear lots of yelling, before a loud explosion. The walls vibrated slightly, and Sam ran in, unloading into the Deck Officers. Several bodies lay on the floor, below a now visibly concerned CIA agent.

On the other end of the room, there sat what seemed to be an automated turret. It turned to his direction and he could see the multiple barrels spin to life. His eyes widened in surprise, and he fell into cover behind a small platform in the middle of the room. Behind him, consoles were being shot to hell by the machine, and he was pinned. He mentally started counting.

'...1...'

The gun was still going.

'...2...'

He could hear the shells clatter on the floor.

'...3... come on!'

He was running out of time. Then, he heard the barrels whiz to a stop. He sprung up from his hiding spot and leapt across the room, onto the thing, tackling it to the ground. It was cooling off before he drew his knife and slashed all of the wires. He got up and dusted himself off before examining the large console before him. There was a key with a small red tag inserted into a slot, and it seemed to be turned into the 'on' position. Sam ran forward and looked up at the computer. He read the Russian in a broken dialect, but he managed to get the word "miscarriage" and "detonation in five minutes". He looked at the diagram and saw what the problem was.

One of the ICBM's had failed to launch, and was already ticking down. The smile he had on was now wiped from his face, and he went pale.

'And here I was, thinking this was going to be a smooth run.'

He felt a pit form in his stomach, and he gave out a completely calm and composed message to the pilot.

"THE THING IS GONNA GO OFF! I NEED EXTRACTION NOW!"

He then noticed the static coming from the other end. He ran back into the control room and examined the read-out for the submersion and surfacing protocols. He found a nice little article on an inflatable life boat with an engine, but he could only get the damn thing on if he was topside. He ran around to the control stick and gave it a hard tug backwards. He felt the entire ship lurch upwards in a diagonal manner, and various objects around the room hit the wall behind him. He then ran out into the hallways where he could see that the other survivors were no longer trying to kill him, but were frantically running about, trying to escape. He picked up a small rifle off of a dead man and took his dog-tags as well as his magazines, muttering incoherently as he ran down the hallway with his new item.

He took a flight up and was now at the top hatch, waiting for the metal coffin to break the water. The lights went out, and a loud creaking noise was heard. He twisted the hatch open, but did so after he ejected the lifeboat. Surprisingly, he was out in a sunset, and not a nighttime environment like he had imagined. What surprised him even further was the fact that the lifeboat was all set and ready to go. He revved the engine and sped away, leaving the sinking boat to... well, sink. He kept going and he turned to look behind him, and there was no boom. He took that as a good sign, and kept going. Suddenly, the loudest splash he had ever heard happened behind him, and in his head he knew he wasn't far enough to escape what would be the huge tidal wave. He pushed on the handle harder, earning no difference from the inanimate object. He turned slowly and saw that the large plume of water had eclipsed the sun.

He started yelling hysterically at the engine, swearing at it multiple times before just focussing on the ocean ahead of him. The roaring of the engine was drowned out by the sound of the incoming water, and he turned just in time to see a wall of water rushing toward him.

"Oh fu-"

Date: UNKNOWN

Time: AROUND NOON

Location: UNVERIFIED

Objective: WAKE UP

Sam shot straight up and emptied a lung-full of water from his mouth, coughing roughly into his hand. He took off his soaked jacket and threw his pistol into the grass beside him. He felt the sun on his back and he coughed harder. Wait... grass? Sun? He looked up at the sky and saw a large bright orb sitting there, casting lovely rays of light down onto him. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the field around him had the greenest grass he had ever seen. He began chuckling in disbelief as he noticed the life-boat behind him. He laid back in the tall grass and let out a happy sigh, coughing a little though. He was alive. How the hell did that even work out? He thought to himself. He was currently debating with himself on how he had survived such an ordeal. He holstered his pistol in his shoulder holster and he slung his newly acquired AK-12 around his back, feeling the gun rest on his black spec-ops turtleneck.

He could still feel pain, so he certainly wasn't dead. The back of his throat was evidence enough already to prove that point. Sam stood up and evaluated what had made it with him, and was happy to find that the small rifle had made it with him. As he was checking up on his things, he heard voices, and he ran into the trees. Through the leaves and branches, he could make out what seemed to be... horses? Horses were examining his boat... and talking.

'Ok... I have to be fucking dead, or at least hallucinating.'

He was left slack-jawed when he heard the purple one, which he now identified as a unicorn, theorize on where his boat may have arrived from.

"Think about it girls, we may have stumbled upon one of the greatest discoveries in all equine kind! Is... that a shirt?" She said as a white unicorn with a purple mane lifted his discarded jacket.

The creatures surrounded it and took in the details, and Sam took that as a cue to leave. And maybe have a psychiatric evaluation. He turned on his heel to leave, but was stopped by a small twig that was crushed underneath his step. He looked down at the wooden rod, and glared.

"You cliche motherfucker." Sam said, a little bit too loud. He glanced behind him and saw six of the creatures looking up at him, amazed. They seemed to only reach his waist, but that wasn't his concern right now. He went on a full out sprint, his AK-12 dangling and smacking against him. The mares realized he was running, and gave chase.

"Rainbow! Get it-" Sam couldn't make out the rest of what she was saying, as he was now running really far ahead.

There was no way he was letting himself get caught by a bunch of fucking girly ass horsies. He is Sam Michaels, CIA Operative Extraordinaire! He's pulled off operations that people would call suicidal! He's stared death in the face and laughed! Hell, he watched 2 girls 1 cup and didn't vomit! Oh wait... wrong example. He was known to get the job done, and there was no way he was going to let himself get caught by these weird pony things...

... until Rainbow Dash shot straight into his back. He felt all of the air get pushed out of his lungs, and he was catapulted through the air into the dirt, several meters away. He gasped and managed to get upright, but a lasso was sent forth from an orange mare's mouth, and it secured itself on his forearm. He gave a hard tug and watched her as she soared above him, her previously determined face transforming into one of surprise.

"Stop!" A female voice cried out.

All of the pursuers stopped, and so did he, to look at the white mare with the purple mane. In a blue aura, she held what looked like his Eurotrash jacket. For a minute, they all just stood there in confusion, before she continued.

"Are you the owner of this... thing?" She said in what Sam believed was a stuck-up tone.

He blinked.

"Yeah...?"

All of them looked at him in surprise, but the white mare was unfazed and continued.

"Well it's simply dreadful! I will produce better articles of clothing for you!" She said with a gleam in her eye.

He blinked again.

"What?"

Rarity then trotted off, muttering under her breath and examining his jacket. That gave Sam enough time to formulate a plan. While the rest of the mares gazed at their friend who had decided to make leave, he began to talk.

"Why the hell are you following me?"

Twilight stopped what she was doing and looked confused, but then her ears fell flat against her head and she looked guilty.

"I don't know... I-I thought you were... *inaudible*."

Then, while the others contemplated this, Sam ran back out into the woods, successfully evading capture. He grinned to himself, seeing as he didn't even have to shoot one of them. A peaceful op is a good op.

A/N: There you go, peoples of the interwebs! I will come out with chapters as soon as possible, and I will follow the main storyline of the previous one, but I'll rewrite and fix all of the mistakes, change events etc. I am doing this to make up for my previous mistake, so there.