"Fuck, is there anyone still alive?! Pedro 6? Alpha 3? Does anyone read me?! I'm on the 3rd floor of the hospital, ah, fucking A! My leg's been blown off, I need a medic!" the soldier coughed blood into his radio, "I've got 3 goddamn tourniquets on, but there's still some bleeding, I'm in room 330!"

He looked at his radio, hoping for a response, but none came through. He grunted and slammed the radio on the floor. He was sitting against a wall in a pool of his own blood and aimed a pistol shakily at the window and door. There were six teams of five that raided the hospital to kill the HVT, but after 10 minutes ago, all the bullets, shouting and explosions came to a sudden halt. It was as if he was the only one in the building now, bleeding out by himself.

As his vision started to blacken, his last thoughts were of how they fucked up so hard. They had teams on the roof, the ground floor, the basement, and some rappelling near the windows. They were on every side of every angle, they were all over the place and all of them pushed onto the 5th floor where the target was located. And yet somehow, they were all brutally, horribly destroyed. The HVT made them look like recruits.

He did not want his last thoughts to be of anger and rage, but it seemed that he was going to die in a conniption.

Suddenly, his radio turned on and a voice was heard, saying, "Hold tight."

The wounded soldier was thrilled upon hearing this, but since he was so weak and tired both physically and mentally, he did not take into account several things. Who was speaking? Where was he? How long will he take to arrive, why did he not identify himself? None of these questions had occurred to him, for he mustered all his strength into lasting just a little bit longer, he had hope, and that was enough to last him a few more moments.

He dropped his pistol and held onto his leg in pain, still waiting for the voice to come in human form and save him when suddenly the door swung open and a man walked in and put his foot on the wounded soldier's remaining chunk of leg.

The soldier let out a blood curdling scream, he was in so much pain he couldn't even reach for his gun.

"I was hoping I'd leave a few of you alive for some interviews, but I guess you'll have to do."

Twitch walked in with a bandaged shoulder and saw what Walker was doing and quickly acted, "What the hell! Stop!" she yelled as she rushed to him and pulled him back.

"Let go, you wanted information, yeah? Well he's not Google, you can't type it in and immediately get an answer, you have to extract it from him. But don't think I enjoy doing this."

"That's exactly what I think, let me handle this."

"Go ahead. Do it before the police arrive, we probably have five more minutes before anyone is able to contact them, isn't that right?" he looked to the wounded soldier.

"Fuck you… You killed my team!"

Twitch knelt beside him and looked at his leg, "My god, what hit you?"

"Some fucking trap one of you bastards set up, damn it! Just kill me now!"

"Not until you tell us what's the next step you rats were going to take after your little assassination attempt." Walker stared him down.

"If there's anything I know, it's that you're all going to die alone too!"

"Do you think so?" Walker went for his knife.

"Please, I said let me handle this." Twitch said to Walker.

"Ha," the soldier gave out a small chuckle, "I'm not just saying that. Hereford is getting demolished as we speak, hell, it may be gone already. And I hope all of my comrades took out all of yours!"

"What? How?" Twitch grabbed his collar.

"We have our hands in every basket of this world, the SAS and Rainbow aren't an exception."

Twitch got up and pulled out her phone, which was turned off the whole time. When she turned it on, she got an explosion of notifications, confirming the soldier's statement.

"No, no, no!" Twitch almost threw her phone at the wall, "He's telling the truth!"

Walker turned to the dying man, "Why were you guys there?"

"Well, might as well tell you fuckheads, since even I thought it was a waste of time, but looking at it now, maybe… Maybe it wasn't. We were told it was to show everyone that they weren't safe, and that if we had spies there, we'd have spies everywhere. This attack will spread fear, paranoia, tear you apart from the inside gradually until you're all at each other's throats. And… and you, the Reaper as she you used to call you, as what that asshole Dionysus calls you, and what that other brute is trying to surpass, you're not so tough, the stories I've heard of you really were more fiction than fa-." he was interrupted when Walker shot a round through his head, ending his rant.

"What the fuck, Walker?!" Twitch yelled.

"He didn't have anything more to say."

"You don't know that!"

"Do you think so? In any case, I'm leaving, Emmanuelle, I'm sure you know what to do when the police come by." he said as he turned his back to her and went to exit the room.

Twitch pulled out her pistol and aimed it straight at him, "You're not going anywhere, you know too much for me just to let off the hook."

Walker stopped, and turned to face her, "What do you think you're doing with that?"

"I'm doing my job, and you should help me with it. Both of our goals are the same, to end all this. I don't care who you were to Charlotte, but you're definitely better off being on a team then by yourself. You're smart, I can tell. I know that you know I'm right. Sometimes you do have to operate alone, but not this time, come with me, and let's fight together."

Walker stared at her, intensifying the already intense atmosphere of the situation. Out of nowhere, Walker started laughing, which surprised Twitch, because though they haven't known each other for long, she could tell it was out of character for him.

"Fine, I might as well. With all of your organization's members' unique skills, along with my intel, I guess we could finish this fiasco a bit faster than if I went solo. So… what's the status on Hereford?"

Hereford Base two hours after attack

"Noo! My PC!" Jaeger yelled.

"Really? You're worried about your PC and not me or Hibana?" Bandit yelled back.

"Those armor plates you guys stole saved your dumbasses, but you didn't think to give it to my fucking PC!?"

"First of all, we didn't steal anything, second of all, WHY THE FUCK WOULD I PUT IT ON A FUCKING OVERPRICED COMPUTER?!"

"SO IT WON'T BREAK!"

While Bandit and Jaeger argued, Zero watched from the distance with Ela by his side.

"They're serious, aren't they?" Zero said to Ela.

"Yeah, I- well, yeah. Nothing else to say. I guess, besides thanking you for saving us earlier."

"No problem, kid, I just so happened to be in the area and decided to help."

"Yeah, thanks again. Wait, kid? I'm-"

"Yeah I know, but at my age, everyone's a kid in this business."

"I hope you're not going to be Thatcher 2.0 with that old man talk."

"Ha, I think you're in for a wild ride, kid. Come on, that chopper over there is dropping off some reinforcements, let's leave those Germans alone and go meet with the backup."

While Ela and Zero went to meet up with the reinforcements, Doc was busy handling the injured when his phone rang. He left the patients with the paramedics and stepped outside and saw it was Twitch who was calling him. He immediately accepted the call.

"Emmanuelle! Where the hell were you?! We've been trying to contact you for the last two hours!"

"I'm sorry, but something big came my… Well, actually that sounds weird saying it like that. Let's word it like this. I found a sort of, uh, informant on the White Masks, and he'll be our secret weapon against them. I'm on a transport now along with our new friend. We'll be there as quickly as possible."

"What? Do you even trust him?"

"No, but he's worth a shot. I'll talk to you later."

"Wait, don't! Damn it, always so abrupt." Doc sighed.

Twitch put down her phone and stretched in her seat in the helicopter, "And that's one step closer to victory. Right, Walker?"

Walker, who sat on the other side of the helicopter facing towards her, and who also wasn't very pleased about having other GIGN in the helicopter pointing guns at him, very passionately said, "Yeah, sure. And you, with the sunglasses, get that gun barrel out of my face."