VIP Prisoner of War Camp

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You lose track of time... Waiting in a cage. He shook his head as he looked around his cell for the nth-teenth time. 4 feet of solid steel-reinforced concrete, all built with a single mold, so no cracks, the only hole being a sliding 1 foot thick titanium door. With the only furnishing being a cotton-stuffed chair, bolted to the floor. He had been tied to it, but kept breaking his bindings: Automail is a rather durable material. The Ghost Wolf... Trapped in a cage. Damn it all. They had caught him helpless, knocked unconscious from an explosion that had landed too close. They had been keeping him here. Fed him, on occasion. But he'd never been outside of this 5 by 9 hole in the ground. The florescent light was supposed to represent daylight he imagined, but to the Wolf it just seemed dirty. It was underground, that much he knew. He hadn't heard (or felt for that matter) any signs of life outside his cell, other than the echoed footsteps of someone wandering past his cell on occasion, and when they were bringing him his food. He shook his head once more, and then howled. A cry of frustration. He was beginning to go mad in here...

[Guest]

"Don't worry buddy, we're almost there," Jet mumbled under his breath as he flew through the air towards the VIPoW Camp in Northern Drachma. While here a few weeks ago, Jet had received a strange distress signal from this area. He was able to save it, and when he returned to Amestris he discovered its location, and who sent it. It was none other than Cironis Skycaller, Jets long time friend and second in command. He had been lost during the fight with Creta a few months back, almost assumed dead. But this signal proved otherwise. With Reila's permission, Black decided to take it upon himself to rescue his old friend from this prison, and do so undetected. Now, he flew towards their destination, a small five man team of Black Templars in stealth suits at his side.

The Blackbird stealth craft was a newly designed aircraft, made to transport a small squad into a hostile zone, undetected. It's sleek, black hull made it impossible to see in the night sky, even with all the snow flying around. With the advanced signal jammers, nothing could see or detect it. Of course, a snow storm to make it invisible to the naked eye also helped too. This, the Brigadier General was counting on. Their mission was simple. Go in, get Cironis, get out. No tracks, nothing leading back to Amestris. Of course, Jet knew things wouldn't go this smoothly. While they were doing pre-analysis of the prison, they discovered that there was one other high priority prisoner inside. The Blackbird had room for Jet, his squad, maybe one more, and Cironis. So it looked like they would be saving two people today, not just one.

"We're at the landing site sir, time to unload," the pilot said over the intercom as the craft came to a halt. "You heard the man," Jet said. "Lock and load." The five Templars grabbed their gear and jumped from the craft, it only being a few feet off the ground at this point. Jet was not too far behind them. "Happy hunting General," the pilot said with a thumbs up as he flew up into the sky, disappearing in a flash. "Watch the sky's brothers, we will be back soon," Black replied as he turned towards the prison, its lights barely visible through the snowy torrent around them. "Move out!"

Within a few minutes, Jet and his squad made into the prison. Was quite easy with the storm to cover their tracks. Once inside, they moved quickly and precisely, only knocking out guards so to not raise the alarm. With masks on, nobody would be able to see or remember their faces, giving them the advantage of surprise and stealth. A few moments later, they finally made it to the prison cells. All but two were empty, doors left open. Right next to each other, the two cells stood shut, and guarded. "Take them out, quickly, we haven't much time," Jet whispered to the squad. They nodded in response, moving to carry out his orders. Running down the hall, the knocked out the guards with minimal effort. General Black walked up to one of the unconscious guards, taking the keys from his belt. Thrusting the key into the lock, Jet turned it, unlocking the door. Pulling the door with one hand, he gave the keys to one of his men with the other. No need to give orders, as the man was already unlocking the other cell. He smiled at this as he pulled the door the rest of the way open, looking in to see a man sitting on the single bed in the room. "Cironis?..."

[Guest]

It was a subtle change at first, things had gone quiet, and still. Moreso than usual. Next the light above him went out, leaving him in darkness. Cironis remained where he was, curious to see how this pans out... And then the door opened, "Cironis?..."

"Son of a donkey's whore! You took your sweet time, didn't you?! Get me the hell out of here." Cironis was on his feet and out of the cell before Jet had a moment to blink. Felt like a rat in there. What's the plan? Cironis took a quick look around, before turning to Jet for a response.

[Guest]

Jet chuckled loudly as his old friend walked past him. Same old Cironis, was good to see him. "Son of a donkey's whore, really?" Jet replied, laughing afterwards. Though he didn't understand Creig to its fullest extent, there were a few things he'd caught from Sky over the years, this phrase being one he frequently used. "Oh I'm sorry, left my super speed at home next to the linens," Jet said as he pulled Cironis in for a light hug. "Missed ya buddy." He slapped him on the shoulder and pushed him out. "We can share sob stories when we get back though, we need to get out of here." As he said this, the Justicar helped the woman come through the door of the other cell. She looked about 18 or so, pure white hair and golden eyes. The young lady was stunning, such a gem in a place like this. Why was she here, Jet wondered. He shoved it off though, knowing that his mind needed to be in the here and now. "Thank you sir, my name is Irina Shostakovitch, at your service," she replied in perfect Cretan. How did she...? It didn't matter. "Jethro William Black, Brigadier General of Amestris. I'm here to save you," he replied in his native tongue, leaning over and kissing her hand. She blushed and smiled, obviously thankful for his arrival.

"Well, the plan is simple. We walk out." With that, Jet turned, signaling to his men. They took up positions around the two, ready for anything. "Let's move." The group moved through the halls fast, all the guards already knocked out. The Justicar walked up to Jet, an almost visible smile underneath his mask. The General nodded in return, knowing why he was smiling. A small side door was to their right, leading to the outside. Normally, it was triple locked and guarded. Jet and his Strike Team took care of that though. Suddenly though, things stopped going smoothly. "замораживать!" the guards yelled, ten of them surrounding the group, weapons aimed at them. "Crap..."

[Shula Brighton]

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