TWO MONTHS LATER
_________________________________I looked in the mirror and looked myself in the eyes. They confuse me, sometimes they're green, then they're a grey. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I couldn't remember a time when I wasn't angry. I'm angry at my real family who I don't even know at all, angry at the family I had in Texas, and... basically angry at the whole world. I pulled off my shirt and looked at my bullet wound. I pulled off the lightly red stained gauss, it stung and made a disgusting sound. I never really liked blood, even though I've killed ten people in a room with just a pocket knife and trust me... it's messy.
*Knock* *Knock*
"I'm coming!"
I ran to the door and opened it enough so only my head peeked through.
Room service: Here is your breakfast Mr. Black, Black coffee and bacon.
"Oh, you know me too well"
I began to close the door.
Room service: Are you sure you don't want me to come in? When you checked in the card asked for some alone time~
She said pushing the door.
"O-Oh no... pas maintenant" (Not now)
I said pushing the door in her direction.
I gave a smile and closed the door. I looked to my left, in the bathtub laid Mr. Black in a tub of his own blood, my knife in his neck. I shrugged and walked to the bed. I jumped on it and turned on the tv.
"Fucking creep"
Reporter: No one knows who or what attacked Hereford base, but people are naming this person or thing a-
"A Phantom attacker? They're a little late to the party"I took a sip of my coffee and rested my head on the pillow behind me. I looked at my to-do list on my wrist and decided what to do.
"Kill the queen? No... maybe later. ooooooo French and English officials/ politicians are meeting today? Faisons le!" (lets do it!)
I jumped off the bed and opened the window that lead outside. I rappelled down the face of the hotel and made my way to the meeting.
(TIME SKIP)
I deployed a drone and flew it around the building where the meeting is going down. 60-70 police and special forces stood out side of the building. I activated my glasses and got a rundown on the layout of the building. In the center was a meeting room with a few hundred chairs assembled in a circle, leaving a hole in the middle. There were six entrances, five on the main floor and one... god damnit, in the sewer.
"Fuck"
I ran to a side street and lifted the sewer cover open. I climbed down the rusted ladder and activated my night vision, it's a new addition to my gear. I walked on the side barriers of the sewer, following the tactical map displayed through my glasses. I heard a disturbance in the water behind me, I looked back and saw nothing, but then something caught my eye. It was a pixelated figure jogging to me. I flipped my glasses up with my index finger and saw nothing still. I put my glasses back on and flicked the frame with my middle finger, I decided to move move on and just shrugged. I continue to follow the map until I find the door I'm looking for.
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Rainbow Six: Phantoms
FanfictionJohn N/A works for a private organization known as the Phantoms. An ally of theirs, is the White Mask. As time moves John finds things that he didn't know about himself... read to find out. Random updates. Just ask if you have an idea for the story...