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Alliances - Part 1

Summary: They all say there's a begining to everything. They also say that when the opportunity present itself, you should take it. After a terrorist slip throw her hands, she found herself need of foreign help. Call it faith or dumb luck, but this is how Scotty would describe how she got to meet the 141.

Warning: None, probably lot of military innacuracy and other things like that, but we are here for the fun not the realism :P

Word: 4.8k // Part 2 // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: This will be a two part because no way I'm post 11k fic in one post here lol But the A03 version is the full fic no cut.

The final dot on her report was written and she let out a sigh of relief. This was so much more work than she expected to be, but at least now Scotty could plead her case. She had worked too hard in the last few weeks to compile all the intel needed and was so close on catching this one man terrorist operation. Technically, she almost had her hands on him, if he hadn’t detonated a bomb in the port that caused enough distraction for him to flee. She should have seen this outcome coming and prevented it, however at the time her intel had no information on this. Obviously because most of this operation was not meant to be known to the public, a cover up story had to be made after the event. Her superior didn’t blame her, still he was not very proud of this mess up. She wasn’t either. The only thing that made her sleep at peace, was that no civilians had been injured or killed in this explosion. She then spent the last two days reviewing all that she had, trying to make connections with all the pieces, even if some were a little far fetched. Now, with all that she had gathered, Scotty could help her case to demand authority to pursue in a country they normally didn’t not intervene.

Confident, Scotty headed to her commander’s office to plead her case. The so-called terrorist, Hans Lambert, had fled to the United Kingdom with the help of outside allies. Despite committing his act alone, it wasn’t surprising that he would have help on the outside. She knocked on the door. “Come in.” A voice rose from behind.

Scotty did so, walked to the desk and handed him her papers. The commander lifted his eyes only when he saw the file in front of him. “I presume this is your end report, Moreau?”

“Yes, and no, sir.” She replied as he took it for inspection. He raised an eyebrow. “This is my report on the possible next target of Lambert. All I need is for you to review this and…”

“Godverdomme! I already told you, we have no jurisdiction outside of the EU.” The commander sighed. “I can’t let you pursue him in England, I can’t give you this kind of authority. Not only because of our rank, but in general.”

“Sir, there must be a way.” Scotty pleaded. “If we don’t stop him now, there’s a high chance he will strike again. This time, I don’t think he will be alone.”

The commander put down the files and shifted in his seat. “Listen Moreau, you are a good soldier and like any of them… Sometimes they mess up. You just need to live with the consequences. For now, all I can do is to transfer this intel to some capable hands in an outside country.”

It wasn’t the fact that he said she messed up that rubbed her the wrong way, but the idea of someone else taking over the case. Scotty was used to do her work from A to Z without anyone in the way. Not that she didn’t trust anyone, she simply liked to make sure that the job was done. She bit the inside of her cheek to avoid saying anything out of place. “With all your due respect commander, I would rather like to see this mission till the end.” She said, taking back the file. “We probably have allies, connections, anyone who can help us…”

“Like I told you sergeant, I can transfer the file to a competent authority in the country, end of discussion. You.” He pointed at her with a stern look. “You can’t participate in any of this besides letting go. I know this is not how you work, but there’s nothing more I can do. I’ll give you time to wrap your head on the idea. But the longer you wait, the more difficult it will be to catch this man. I would suggest you make up your mind before the end of the day.”

The commander dismissed her. Scotty smiled and left the room, upset. He was right that she was not acting for the greater good at this point. If she could just accept that some other PMC or military agencies would take over, this whole situation would be done sooner. But her guts told her to not do that. Out of frustration, she let herself slide fall against the wall and slide down as she groaned, face buried in her papers. What made her more annoyed was that this mission was supposed to be her promotion, to see if she would be able to handle missions solo. So far… she was not doing a good job. At least not on her own terms. “Rough day?” A voice said with an american accent. Scotty lifted her eyes to meet with the woman standing in front of her. Dirty blond hair, probably in her late forties. She extended her hand to help Scotty get up.

“Thanks ma’am. Not much of a rough day, just some disagreement with Commander Peeters.”

“Little trouble with authority?” The woman smirked.

“Not all. My superiors only have my utmost respect.” Scotty waved the file. “I’m simply not allowed to follow up this investigation I have been working on for weeks now. The target escaped to England and the BSF has no authority there. My commander asked me to transfer all to competent personnel but…”

“You don’t trust the job will get done?” Scotty nodded. “May I?” The woman asked gesturing that she would hand the file to her. Scotty did and waited patiently as she read through it quickly. “I know some people you can trust with this kind of situation. They are very capable.”

“I don’t doubt it ma’am, but… would it be selfish to say that I want to be there when this son of bitch is caught? I worked too hard to get where I am, I want to see the endgame.”

The woman looked at Scotty with a soft smile. “Let me see what I can work out.”

The sergeant was slightly surprised by this turn of event. A complete stranger helping her out? That felt odd but appreciated. She followed the woman back into the office. Commander Peeters was also surprised to see his sergeant coming back with an old acquaintance. “Chief Station Laswell. I didn’t expect to see you here. What brings you to my base?” The man stood up to shake hands.

“I was coming for a special request, Commander, regarding some smuggling of illegal arms in the area. I need some intel on it and to avoid any diplomatic issues, you were my first choice.” Laswell explained taking a seat. She brought up Scotty’s file. “A last minute request has been added.”

The commander straightened his back and cleared his throat. “This matter has been already discussed with Sergeant Moreau and she knows what needs to be done at this point.”

“I am aware of this. But she showed great interest in the case. By the look of this report, which seems like she worked hours on it, it would be unfair to cut her completely out. Don’t you think?”

“Indeed.” His hands crisped together. He glanced at the sergeant. She had the guts to go above him. Scotty didn’t flinch at the glare. “She is one of my most valuable assets, it would be a loss to have her leave the country when I’m sure Moreau could help you in your original request.”

“No doubt, but I found myself insisting. I know exactly who can take over from her work, but having her in person can provide better and deeper intel if needed.”

Peeters looked at both women. He knew that Scotty was stubborn and wouldn’t let go, especially now that she was given an opportunity. Had it not been from Laswell intervention, she most likely would have dropped the case. He let out a sigh. “Very well, Moreau, you have authorization to follow Laswell’s order from now on. However, I expect a report on any findings on Lambert.”

“Yes, sir! Thank you ma’am.” The sergeant replied, keeping her excitement to a normal level. Laswell handed her back the file and told her to wait outside the time she would be discussing the other matter.

Scotty left the room with much more hope for the end result of the mission. This was all that she wanted! She was still curious as to how an American would have contact in England. Then again if it was through another PMC, it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. She waited outside the officer for maybe another half an hour before Laswell came out. The CIA agent gestured at Scotty to walk with her. Scotty thanked her one more time for being on her side. “If I may ask, I’m curious to know why?”

“I know how hard it can be sometimes to give up something you worked hard for, how the guilt can be if anything goes wrong. For now, I would suggest you pack your personal belongings and follow me. When you are done, meet me at the tarmac. I’ll explain all you need to know on the plane.”

******

In the plane, Scotty was first told to tell Laswell all that she knew about the man. Give more details about his operation and his activities. What should they be expecting and anything else that would make the apprehension of Lambert easier. Lambert used to be a regular civilian who had no past of misconduct. A pretty normal past with no indication that he would be prone to such violence. However, in the last two years, he had been connected to many bombing attempts, hostage situations and transfer of illegal weapons. His intentions are still unknown as of why, but all that matters is that he is put in prison soon. So far, no innocent people have been victims of his coup, but this is only a matter of time. One wrong move and it could all change.

Laswell nodded. “I won’t be disembarking here, I must return to the US for other work related issues. When we land, Captain John Price will be waiting for you. From here, he will be the one in charge. It was a pleasure to meet you, Moreau.”

“Likewise, Laswell.” Scotty learned to drop the ma’am and simply use her last name. The trip from one base to the other lasted barely an hour and half, which wasn’t much to give all the information, but enough for Laswell to know what she would be sending the team in. Scotty figured that all just told the chief station would have to be told again to the captain.

She climbed down the stairs and saw a man standing. Hands behind his back, fisher hat and looking directly at her. He nodded a little when she was closer. Once she was in reach he extended his hand for a shake.

“Welcome to England, sergeant. I’m Captain Price.” He said with a warm smile.

“Sergeant Camille Moreau, pleasure to meet you.” She shook his hand confidently.

“I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team and from here we will see what we can do to help.”

Scotty followed him inside the building to what looked to be his own office. He opened the door and went first. When he moved to the side, she was greeted by three other men sitting around the room. The captain introduced the sergeant to them, telling them to be nice with the lady. She could help but snort at this.

“Here you have Gaz, Soap and Ghost.” He pointed at each of the men. The two first either gave a quick wave or a nod to her, meanwhile the one named Ghost didn’t not flinch, just kept looking. Scotty nodded back and caught herself wondering why would anyone wear a mask like Ghost would? It was ridiculous and impractical; this had to be in the way of his peripheral view. However she did notice how compared to their captain, the three of them had been named with what sounded more like a callsign than their actual name. A detail she pointed out. Price said that it was mostly what they used, although himself still often switching between Kyle and Garrick with Gaz. MacTavish was also used for Soap. Ghost… always Ghost.

“Got any?” The man named Soap said with a Scottish accent. She grinned. This would be funny.

“Yeah, they call me Scotty.” She replied, shrugging.

Soap snorted. “Quit shitting me. What is it really?”

“No I swear, that’s the one. Take it or leave, Soap.”

“Feisty eh? I like that.”

After the quick introduction, Price allowed Scotty to recap, again, all that has happened since then and what led her here. Gaz was a little surprised that the task force would be asked to work on such a small threat than they had been used to in the last few years. They had gone after much worse, this Lambert sounded like an isolated case. Still dangerous but nothing compared to other terrorists who would bring war between two countries. Scotty did agree with him, but in her words, they were her ticket in the country to act without any political issue. Not that England and Belgium were on bad terms, but you couldn’t never be too careful. Price examined all that information she had. “Any ideas of where he might be now?”

“Well because I still had no clue on his real intentions, it’s a little hard to know who helped him get out of the country and with whom he might ally himself.” She admitted.

“So we are working with a half finished job?” Ghost finally spoke up. Scotty frowned. As ridiculous the mask was, it did make her feel uncomfortable to try to look him in the eyes. Not being able to see his face made it hard to tell if he was being serious or joking. He didn’t look like the jokester type.

“I did most of the work alone.” Scotty defended herself. “The man has been off the grid since he started to blow shits up, not quite easy to track him.”

Ghost didn’t say anything after that. “He could have fled to any country.” Gaz pointed out. “Why would it be England? Even by being off the grid, this is not really the first option of many terrorists.”

“Before he vanished from the system, he used to work for a pharmaceutical company, which has many operating buildings in the EU and England.”

“How is this relevant?” Soap asked.

“Well because, two years after he quit on good terms according to his former employer, a lot of their shipments went missing or were the target of bombing. From what I dug on them, the company had a few shady transactions in third world countries. Easy trials to deny if anything goes wrong.”

“I thought you said you didn’t know Lambert’s intentions.” Ghost chimed back in.

“I said his real intentions. So far it seems like he just wants to sabotage the company, but recent information suggests it might be worse. Smuggling weapons in a country is a whole new level then disrupting your ex company’s business.”

Price took a moment to think about their possible actions. For now, they needed to gather more information on the company and who might be helping Lambert. From his point of view, if he was going against his former employer for unethical business, it wouldn’t be out of the possibility that other employees still working were on his side. Which in itself was a lead. The captain asked her what her speciality was. Obviously, recon and scouting. Price then proposed the following plan. Soap and her would infiltrate the company HQ, to find any information on their next shipments and possible contact with Lambert from the employees. In the meantime, the other three would go to the nearest port to investigate any unusual activity.

This done, they were all dismissed. Price proposed himself to show her around, to get her bearing. She gladly accepted the offer. He showed her the armory, the training ground and most important by this time of the day, the mess hall. She still had a question in mind.

“Captain, how much do you know about this woman… Laswell?” She asked hoping she was not crossing a line.

“We go back a long way. Why?”

“Why would she agree to help a complete stranger like me to stop what, according to Gaz, is a low threat risk? I’m not against the help, I really appreciate it, but it does feel…off.”

“Kate is a good person with a great tactical mind. She might have connected something you haven’t yet. Don’t sweat it, lass.” He patted her back. “As for Garrick, this will just bring him back to his good old days, I’m sure he will appreciate it.”

Scotty smiled feeling slightly reassured, but not completely at peace. To be fair, this was her first time working with an outside task force. She never had the chance to do it, some of her colleagues did and they always enjoyed the experience. It really opened their eyes to new possibilities. Even if this just happened by spurt of luck, she should take the chance and make the best out of it. Price excused himself as he had to make some preparations for tonight's mission, in the meantime she was free to do whatever she wanted. Her eyes glanced over the mess hall when she saw someone waving at her. It was Soap. Scotty joined up with him and Gaz. She took a seat next to the latter.

“So they are adding another sergeant to the team.” Soap chuckled, taking a bite from his tray.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing and it’s temporary, really.” Scotty raised her eyebrows.

“We shall see how long is temporary.” Gaz smiled. “It just feels like the captain has more ‘kids’ to take care of.” Scotty and Soap laughed softly at the remark.

“Truth is, this mission was supposed to be my promotion. Once it was done, I did become Second-Lieutenant. Not a lieutenant, but I would be granted more than a sergeant.”

“You work for the army?” The Scotsman asked.

“Used to. Changed to a PMC, Belgian Silent Forces. Gives a little more liberty than just fighting in the front somewhere. Isn’t that what you guys are?”

“Oh no! 141 is a smaller group. Only the four of us. We still get the job done, with some allies here and there.” They spend another two hours talking about what they used to do before joining their respective forces. Gaz and Soap told the stories of their past missions since the 141 was formed a little more than three years prior. Scotty was rather impressed by the job they were doing. It sounded much more interesting and useful than what she was doing. Most of her work revolved around giving a hand to the three surrounding countries; France, Netherlands and Germany. Luxembourg was also a place, but very rarely. She was doing some international work but not as international as the 141. And while she also dealt with some low threat terrorists, most of her recent work was against cartel or illegal transport of weapons. The biggest thing she worked on was to stop human trafficking, but it was still far from stopping a missile. The two men assured that any work that made the life of the civilians safer was a great accomplishment.

*******

Time finally arrived to infiltrate the HQ and retrieve any information they could find. As they bypassed the security on the exit door, Soap did comment on how this wasn’t his usual type of work. “I’m more a sweep through, brute force.” He whispered, closing the door behind them. “Lt is better at this recon stealth type mission.”

“Lt?” Scotty wondered.

“Oh that’s another nickname I have for Ghost.” They crouched at the intersection of the hallway and checked the surroundings. All clear.

“He’s a lieutenant?” Soap nodded to confirm. “I see… talking of which, what’s the thing with the mask and all?”

Despite the few attacks on their other buildings in Belgium, they didn’t seem to have upgraded their security. True that most attacks happened during the day, when there were more people and higher chances of the CEO to be in. Well this was to their advantage, it made all of this much easier. They reached the room in a record time. The most complicated part started now. Access the mainframe and look up for what they needed.

“He likes to keep his privacy. I have been working with him for three years and I still don't know how he looks under that bloody mask.”

Scotty chuckled. It wasn’t rare in their fields of operation to have people who wanted to keep their identity secret, but in Ghost’s case it felt like taking it to the extreme. They slowly advanced in the hallway. Thanks to the late hours, there was barely any personnel inside. Their target was the main data base on the third floor. They pushed up in the emergency staircases, tiptoes and silently. Soap was impressed by how little noise she made, even with all the gear they had. She joked that there was a reason they were called Belgian Silent Forces.

As she browsed through shipment registers, Soap relayed the information to Price. One interesting cargo to look at was on who just arrived today from Kosovo. Another one from Pakistan. This done, Scotty and Soap looked through the data collected by the company itself, aka their employees emails. It felt wrong, but right now morale was not on the menu. Scotty looked at all the names list, till one clicked as a familiar. Eleanor Goldberg. She had seen this name before during her investigation on Lambert. She quickly scrolled through the emails, mostly filled with questions from other departments, requests and authorization. Nothing personal per say.

“Look at this one.” Soap pointed the screen to an authorization email. In it, Goldberg had given permission for the transfer of thirty boxes of medications to be delivered to Yemen. However the transit number corresponded with the cargo who came back from Pakistan. Something wasn’t adding up here. Scotty pulled up the full registry of the shipment. It all clicked.

“Captain.” She radioed.

“What is, Scotty?”

“The cargo that arrived from Pakistan made a stop in Belgium two days ago.”

“Roger that. We will check it now.”

Obviously this had probably a connection with Lambert escaping to England. If it wasn’t via the container, he most likely boarded the ship that transported it. If Goldberg was connected to it… Scotty quickly looked up her personal information. Maybe getting to her address would lead them to Lambert. She took a picture of the screen and told Soap they could leave. As easy as they got in, they were out.

They later rendezvous at the entrance of the port where the other three were. Gaz was there to greet them and brought them to the container where the plot thickened from here. If this cargo had delivered its shipment of medications, it should be loaded with crates from the company. but it wasn’t. That was because after closer inspection, crates were filled with weapons. Military grade ones. Price looked at the crates with concerned worry. Even Ghost had to admit that Lambert wasn’t playing small games anymore. The two sergeants shared some connections they made and the captain said that they would raid Goldnerg’s house now. They had lost enough time like this.

They climbed their respective car and headed to the location. Soap at the wheel, Scotty had time to quickly send her commander a sitrep on the situation who had advanced much faster than she expected. They arrived at the house one hour later. They parked their cars on the opposite street and took a look at their surroundings.

“Scotty and Ghost, you will get in from the backyard. Gaz, Soap and I watch for squirters on the other side.” Price ordered once they were clear on what to do. The captain bet all his odds on the stealth of the two operatives.

Thankfully the access to the backyard was easy. The suburb was in expansion and the construction had just begun behind Goldberg’s house. Ghost and Scotty climbed the fence and landed on the grass. The lieutenant gestured to her to follow him. Crouched, weapons at the ready they crossed the distance to the building and made their way in through a door that gave to the basement. All clear.

“Light on on the floor above, watch your steps.” Ghost whispered. Scotty nodded.

They climbed the stairs silently. Ghost scanned the surroundings. Light on, tv still playing in the background, the air smelled like food had just been done cooking. Yet no one in sight. They slowly made their way to the first floor upstairs. Bathroom was clear, the first bedroom was clear, and the second also. Then they heard it. A creaking noise coming from above. Scotty looked up, saw the trap to the attic still moving. She pointed it without a word to Ghost. He grabbed the rope and on the count of three pulled it. The ladder-stair came down with a loud thud. Scotty climbed carefully one step at the time, pistol in hand, light resting above to light the room. She scouted every corner. A shadow quickly ran behind a pile of boxes. The sergeant climbed the rest of the ladder without letting go of the position she saw the shadow.

“Come out now and no harm will be done!” She warned. “We are looking for someone.”

A woman rose from the shadows, hands up. She showed no fear or hostile intention. Ghost climbed the stairs. “Who are you?” Scotty asked while the lieutenant looked around the attic.

“Eleanor Goldberg. What are you doing in my house?” The lack of emotion in her voice ticked Scotty to be on her guard.

“We are looking for Hans Lambert. Intel tells us he might be here.”

“Never heard of this man before. Unless you have a warrant, I would ask you to leave before I call the police.”

“Scotty, come here.” Ghost said. Never lowering her gun, she walked backwards to the desk he was inspecting. There were a few papers with a writing she recognized as Lambert’s. By the look of it, it had been written recently. His sentence was not finished, like he had to leave in a hurry. “He was here.”

The sergeant returned her attention to the woman who had lowered her hands by now. “You claimed not to know the man, yet he was here. Where did he go?”

“You can’t stop him. It’s too late.” Goldberg replied with a stern tone. “It’s time they pay for their actions. If you are against us, this means you are with them and so are the enemy.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” The grip on her pistol tightened.

“This is the end of the suffering. Quds Force was right and so was Lambert.” A small clicking noise echoed in the room. Scotty and Ghost knew this sounds too well. Without hesitation, she fired two shots to the chest. Even if it wouldn’t change much, they had a better chance at surviving. Goldberg’s body dropped on the ground, her hand letting go of the grenade. Ghost grabbed Scotty by the jacket and pulled her behind the desk he quickly flipped over. The two soldiers took cover, lay down flat, covering their heads as the explosion happened. The shockwave sent the desk flying against the wall which caused them as well to be crushed between the two. The window above them shattered. It took them five seconds to regain their bearings and be able to reply to Price almost screaming on the radio. Their ears were ringing, their vision slightly blurred by the shock. Ghost helped Scotty back on her feet. Luckily, the desk, which was made of metal, absorbed most of the shock, yet they still felt bruises on their legs and arms. A piece of wood had cut through her pants and left a wound. But she could still stand. The lieutenant pressed her to get out of here, but she insisted on taking all they could before leaving.

“We don’t have time for this! Let’s get out of here. This attracted enough attention.” He groaned.

Not wanting to annoy her superior further, Scotty only had the time to grab a map and they made their way out before the police and fire department showed up.

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