Kestrel)

Real name: Mikhail ‘Andreyevitch’ Loskov

Nationality: Russian

Known aliases: Glib lakeev

Call signs: Kestrel

Born: August 7, 1982
Novgorod, Russia

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Brown

Height: 175 cm (5′9″)

Weight: 75 kg (165 lbs)

Affiliations:
Foreign Intelligence Service,
Spetsnaz Special Forces,
Voron

Archer)

Real name: Daniel Robert Sloane-Suarez

Nationality: American

Known aliases: John 'Drake' Archer

Call signs: Archer

Born: March 23 , 1982
Miami, Florida

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Brown

Height: 178 cm (5′10″)

Weight: 75 kg (165 lbs)

Affiliations:
National Security Agency,
Third echelon

[Location: Aboard the transport plane]

[Time: Dusk]

After a long battle, Archer and Kestrel finally managed to complete their mission to retrieve all stolen Russian E-M-P (Electro-Magnetic Pulse) warheads and were now onboard a cargo plane, heading back home.

Kestrel, a highly trained ex-Spetsnaz and current Voron field operative on loan to Third Echelon, found himself resting in the cargo hold of the plane. Leaning against a wall, trying to get some well-deserved sleep. Though he wasn't a Splinter Cell, he was considered to be on par with one.

Meanwhile, Archer, a well-trained Splinter Cell from Third Echelon, was in the aircraft's bathroom. After finishing washing his hands, his earpiece suddenly rang.

"Go for Archer," he answered, turning on the earpiece.

A commanding voice came through the radio, asking in a frustrated tone, "Why aren't you answering your OPSAT?"

Archer, cursing himself for his carelessness, replied, "I don't have it with me. What's wrong?"

"Where's Agent Kestrel?" the voice on the radio asked.

Taken aback by the question, Archer responded after a slight delay, " on the cargo deck, sleeping. Why?"

After a brief pause, the voice ordered, "Terminate him."

Archer's eyes widened, questioning the reason behind the order. 'Why? Why would they want him dead?' he thought to himself. Nevertheless, it didn't matter anymore. Orders are orders, right? As much as he didn't want to do this, he couldn't disobey his commanders. he stormed out of the bathroom and into the cargo deck, his Five-Seven handgun in hand, ready to get shit done.

Over with Kestrel

Kestrel was awakened by the sound of a phone call. "Chyort!!?... Archer, answer your com... moy droog," he called out loudly, still feeling a bit sleepy.

Upon realizing that Archer was nowhere to be found, Kestrel let out a sigh and stood up, making his way to his partner's OPSAT. As he picked it up and read the message, his eyes widened.

"Eliminate Agent Kestrel."

Without hesitation, he turned around and headed towards the second floor of the cargo deck, gripping his Five-Seven tightly in his hand. prepared to defend himself against his former ally.

He ran behind a large box, taking cover and carefully observing his surroundings. There was no sign of Archer. With caution, he stood up and descended to the first floor, checking every corner closely as he moved.

Suddenly, a bullet whizzed past him from behind, narrowly missing its target. Reacting swiftly, he dove behind another large box, seeking shelter from Archer's onslaught of bullets.

Once Archer ceased firing, Kestrel emerged from his cover and began shooting rapidly, not bothering to aim precisely. Archer sought refuge behind a wall, taking the opportunity to reload his pistol. From his position of cover, he returned fire.

While that was happening, Andriy Kobin, a Ukrainian arms dealer, watched the events unfold from behind a container on the second floor. He reached for his mobile phone and dialed Tom Reed, the director of Third Echelon.

"Reed, can you hear me? It's Kobin. Uh, what did you want me to do again?" Kobin asked, his voice tinged with slight nervousness as he forgot his assigned task.

"For now, do nothing. Just wait until one of them dies, and then proceed to eliminate the other," Reed explained, his voice coming through the phone.

"Okay," Kobin replied, ending the call.

Back in the midst of the battle, Archer fired every round he had, while Kestrel remained behind his cover, contemplating an escape from this sticky situation. Unfortunately, Kestrel had run out of ammunition. That's when a brilliant idea struck him: 'I need to take him by surprise. Maybe if I climb up and drop down behind him,' he thought. He looked up and spotted a suitable opening on the second floor. With determination, he jumped up and grabbed hold of the metal fence.

Archer ceased shooting and cautiously moved towards his "cornered prey," keeping his gun aimed. Suddenly, he sensed movement behind him and swiftly turned, pulling the trigger. However, he realized his gun was empty. "Crap!" he cursed inwardly. Lifting his gaze from the gun, he saw Kestrel about to strike with his combat knife. Archer swiftly sidestepped to the right, narrowly evading Kestrel's lethal swing. Drawing his own knife, he assumed a battle stance.

"Here we go," Archer thought as he began circling his opponent. He possessed skill in knife battles, but Kestrel's years as a Spetsnaz granted him the upper hand. Archer needed to exercise caution and avoid underestimating his adversary.

Kestrel patiently waited for Archer to initiate the first move, standing firm and taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

Archer finally broke the ice and launched an attack, swinging his knife. Sensing the opening, Kestrel swiftly parried Archer's swing and commenced a relentless assault, continuously attacking while Archer struggled to defend himself. Kestrel had a plan, knowing that fairness had little place in a knife battle when their lives were at stake. So, he delivered a kick to Archer's knee, catching him off guard amidst his attempts to parry. Archer grunted as he absorbed Kestrel's kick, dropping to his knees. This provided Kestrel with a prime opportunity to bring down his adversary.

Locking eyes with Archer, Kestrel tackled him to the ground, positioning himself on top and seizing the wrist that held the knife, forcing it to drop. He then unleashed a rapid barrage of punches upon Archer using his free hand.

Archer grunted with each blow as Kestrel relentlessly struck his face. When Kestrel finished his assault, he gripped the knife in both hands, attempting to thrust it into Archer's chest. However, Archer swiftly intercepted him by grabbing his wrist, leaving the blade mere inches away from his chest. The two of them clenched their teeth, their eyes locked in a fierce glare.

Regrettably for Archer, his struggle for survival proved futile. "Sorry, moy droog," Kestrel uttered, just before forcefully plunging the knife deep into Archer's chest.

"GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Archer cried out in agony as the knife impaled him, blood gushing from his mouth and the wound.

After a minute or two, Kestrel rose from atop Archer and crouched beside him, breathing heavily, while listening to his partner's agonized groans.

Archer struggled to breathe, his labored gasps filled with pain. He looked up at Kestrel, observing the sorrow etched on his face. With his bloody hand, Archer reached out, and Kestrel took hold of it, their eyes locked in a final exchange. "It... it's... how it is, right... moy droog?" Archer spoke, mimicking Kestrel's earlier words. Kestrel nodded, understanding that this was the end. With one last breath, Archer's body went limp.

Kestrel let out a sigh and gently closed his deceased friend's eyes. He hadn't wanted this outcome, but he understood the risks they both faced. Overwhelmed by grief, he sat in silence, covering his face with trembling hands and shaking his head.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from behind a nearby container, positioning themselves behind Kestrel. Without warning, they aimed their pistol at his head and pulled the trigger... BANG.

"Reed, it's done," Kobin, who had shot Kestrel from behind, now spoke with Reed over the phone, reporting his completed task.

Reed chuckled on the other end of the call. "Good. It seems you're not as worthless as I thought you were."

"Hey, fuck you, man," Kobin retorted, but before he could finish his sentence, he noticed a flicker of electricity surrounding the lifeless bodies of our heroes. "What the fuck!?" he cursed silently in his mind. Taken aback, he took a few steps back as the sparks intensified.

Suddenly, the plane began to shake, and the lights on board flickered off. "Holy shit!"

After approximately two minutes, a buzzing sound filled the air as a massive orb of electricity materialized and engulfed the bodies. Kobin's eyes widened in disbelief as he witnessed the spectacle. When the orb vanished, everything returned to normal—the lights came back on, and the plane stopped shaking. However... the bodies were nowhere to be seen.

"what......the.....fuck?" Kobin muttered, bewildered by what had just transpired.

[Location: Canterlot castle, princess Celestia’s royal chambers]
[Time: Night]

Princess Celestia gazed down at the capital city of her kingdom from the balcony of her chambers. She wore a majestic yellow dress, her glowing mane flowing gracefully as the cold wind brushed against her face. It was a truly magical moment. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the tranquility of the night. After a few seconds, she exhaled and directed her gaze toward the moon. As bedtime approached, she realized it was time to retire and find some rest. Stepping back from the balcony, she reentered her room and gracefully settled onto her bed. Pulling the sheets over herself, she closed her eyes, allowing sleep to gently embrace her as she drifted off into dreams.

[castle library]

Princess Luna sat on a chair in the royal library, reflecting on the enjoyable time she had spent in the little town of Ponyville two hours ago. Her sister had invited her to join the special celebration known as Nightmare Night, and Luna had gladly accepted the offer, enjoying the company of her little ponies. Now, however, she found herself back at the library, wearing her usual dark blue dress and going through the mundane task of reading letters, most of which came from Canterlot's nobles. It was a tedious job, especially during the nighttime when she had to endure the childish requests of the nobles.

One letter caught her attention, sent by her nephew, Blueblood. He complained about a restaurant manager asking him to pay for his meal and expressed his intention to sue them, citing his status as Prince Blueblood and his proximity to the royal family as reasons why no pony should dare ask him to settle his bill.

Having finished reading the letters, Luna stood up and stretched before using her magic to teleport to the throne room. Once there, she settled into her throne, leaning back until her head rested against the backrest. Closing her eyes, she sought to relax.

Suddenly, she sensed something unusual. Luna employed her magic tracking spell, (a spell that allowed Alicorns and unicorns to detect and locate powerful and unknown magic). Her dark blue horn glowed as she attempted to trace the source of the immense energy she felt. To her surprise, she detected two sources of magic. "Ahhh," she gasped in pain, closing her eyes tighter. It was an incredibly potent force, the likes of which she hadn't experienced before. Luna instinctively held her head in her hands, hoping to ease the pain.

After a minute or two, the unknown energies simply vanished, as if they had never existed in the first place. Luna breathed heavily, slowly opening her eyes, standing up and making her way to the balcony of the throne room. Gazing up at the moon, she closed her eyes again and took long breaths, attempting to calm herself.

"That's not good," Luna murmured to herself. She couldn't comprehend what kind of magic it was. Her tracking spell had failed to provide answers, leaving her with a sense of urgency to investigate further. However, she knew she needed to inform Celestia before taking any action. Luna decided to wait until morning, as her sister had a hard day and needed some rest.

Letting out a sigh, Luna employed her magic to assist her sleeping subjects by tending to their nightmares. She charged her horn, focusing on the spell. With a flash of blue light, she disappeared.

Author's Note

yeeeee-haaaaaa finally its done. the first chapter is done, phew.

now listen, this story is going to be great, just give it a chance okay?

Archer
Kestrel
Voron
Third Echelon
Andriy Kobin

words in English:

“що це було за біса?” === what the hell was that? in Ukrainian

moy droog=== мой друг === my friend in Russian

thanks for reading and be ready for the next chapter.(i go to school so it wont be so easy, plz understand me)