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Chapter 2

On the way to the base, Fox stayed with Red to be sure that her condition would not get worse and removed her headgear and balaclava so that she would breathe more easily. 

This is where MacTavish and the others noticed why her codename was Red; she had red flaming curly hair which looked like it was on fire, a square jaw and deep blue eyes which started to open slowly. 

She looked confused; the back of her head burning with pain and tried to get up but Fox held her down.

"Whoa, stay down. You suffered a mild concussion after you hit the wall. Relax and stay awake."

"Yeah, don't die on me Red," added Mallory, "You still owe me £20 from that bet you lost the other day."

"Fuck off," muttered Red still in a daze as they laughed.

MacTavish smiled as he contacted base about the two injured soldiers.

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As they arrived at the base, they saw the medic with two gurneys waiting for them. There was another man behind the doctor who appeared that he was waiting for them as well.

"Welcome back gentlemen. I trust your mission was a success?" he said with a superior face.

'Lieutenant General Shepherd' assumed Mallory as she examined his beret consisting of three stars and the name SHEPHERD on his uniform.

MacTavish came forward. "Yes sir," he said as the Doc and another soldier took the injured to the infirmary. "We managed to collect some Intel with regards to the Italians' purpose in aiding Kingfish."

"Very good," he said smiling as he turned towards Fox and Mallory. "Ladies, welcome to the base. I am Lieutenant General Shepard, Commander of Task Force 141."

"Sir!" said Fox and Mallory saluting the General. "Captain Mallory and Lieutenant Williams."

"At ease, soldiers; I suggest you get comfortable Captain. Major Stevens called and informed me to tell you that the helicopter has had some technical difficulties and won't be able to your Base for the time being."

'Great,' thought Mallory, 'all I fuckin' wanted was to go home and relax not nearly losing one of her soldiers, stuck somewhere she was not familiar with a General who had an annoying mustache.'

"MacTavish," continued Shepherd, "show the ladies the spare rooms so that they can rest a bit." He then turned to the other soldiers who were waiting for instructions. "Gentlemen, I will see you in the debriefing room."

MacTavish turned to them and told them to follow him. They proceeded to what they presumed was the barracks. The building was decent nothing special. After all, it's a military base, not a luxury hotel.

"You know I never thanked you for helping us today," started MacTavish as they walked down a corridor. "If you hadn't come..."

"It's ok Captain," interrupted Mallory, "we're on the same team. We help each other and after all, it is our job."

"Still, I mean you were not on duty. You were called right before your leave. It must have sucked."

"It does," laughed Williams, "no one was killed and the soldiers weren't injured that badly and that is all that matters."

MacTavish nodded and showed them into the room. "This is it. I must go to the debriefing room. Don't hesitate to inform me if you need something." With that, he closed the door behind him.

"Damnit, I cannot believe this," said Williams removing her headgear, her dark brown hair collected in a bun. "We just came back from a covert mission, all prepared to go and visit my family and bam! Some asshole called saying there's a team in London needing our assistance," removing her vest and jacket revealing a black tank top underneath.

"Charlene, calm down. I'm pissed off too especially a mission where Alexandra got hurt." Mallory was still worried about her comrade Red as she took off of all the necessary clothing.

It's unbelievable that you train for hours on end and then out of nowhere an RPG hits you, sending you flying to the other side. 

Rules change when you're on the battlefield; it does not matter whether you're a Private or a Captain. The only thing that counts is who survives at the end.

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"What happened there?" demanded Shepherd while lightening up a cigar.

"We were ambushed, sir. It looked like they were expecting us," replied MacTavish.

Everybody was silent; the only sound came from Shepherd exhaling slowly, emitting a puff of smoke.

"Task Force 141 is made up of the best warriors in the world," he continued slowly. Meat and Scarecrow did not like where this was going and neither did MacTavish. "I send my best soldiers to collect some Intel and then because you were ambushed by some hostiles, you required assistance? You did not manage to control the situation on your own?"

"Sir, they surrounded us! We had no way of escape if they had not sent those three we would be dead now!" complained MacTavish.

"So, you're telling me that three women managed to have everything under control after a few minutes of their arrival?!"

"Seven is better than just four soldiers."

"So in the report, I will be reading without Major Steven's soldiers, you would not have been able to complete the mission." Shepherd paused examining his cigar. "I will not be humiliated by someone who ranks less than me and thinks his team is better than mine!"

'Ah, there it is,' thought MacTavish, 'the real problem behind all of this.'

"Dismissed," said Shepherd with his back to them as they exited the room silently.

"What the hell was that all about?" asked Scarecrow.

"I don't know, but it seems that Shepherd is suffering from a bit of jealousy," replied Meat. "Besides, I have never heard of this Task Force before."

"Probably some kind of Special Forces."

"Go get some rest. We'll meet in the mess hall for dinner," said MacTavish looking out the window. 

The sky was a deep crimson as the sun was setting in the horizon. 

He walked to his room thinking about taking a shower and eating as his stomach growled.

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