Plan B

Plan B -P81-

That next morning I sluggishly came aorund and found that some people were getting ready. My watch read that it was noon, but then I remembered the time change. It should have been about the normal time we military people get up.
As I got outside I was then pulled along with Soap, me being half awake, I barely could comprihend what the hell what going on.
When we met up with the others there was Coronel Marchell, not a singal feature on his showed me this was a good situation, "Good to see you're up. We've reseaved four different notes, all saying that they had imformation on the traidor. All you need to do is go meet the people. Mow Captain's MacTavish and Price are taking a section to check these out. Ghost, he'll be heading to one as well. You, I need you to to go and lead a section at a meet up."
"Whoa, wait, what about the others? Shouldn't the other's be here?" I asked.
"It's fine, they already know the situation, now I need you to make sure that you get the information." He then added in. "And they only know before you because you over slept. I'll take it that you're jetlagged."
I nodded.
"Alright, now the groups have already been divided up. Now you're meeting point will be at the Apothica, in a town a little bit from Manchester. Now don't fail me, got it?" Coronal Marchell saw this as a bigger deal than it was. It was just an imformant. How bad did he think I'd screw up?
Soap let me go and I got to the group I was assigned. Heatstroke, Gonzalo, Hawk, and Lefty. We drove down to this place we were assisgned to scope out.
As we went inside I saw how crafty it was, it was full of all these hand made things, and just wow. This place was also a cafe, and aside from us there was two nineteen year old girls. One had bleached bangs with purple streaks but the natural color was a light brown. The second had a little bit darker hair, nothing do to it, and also wore glasses. Both had paper cups that they were were drinking either coffee or hot chocolate from.
Lefty, he went up to the counter and I stopped him, "What are you doing?"
"Chill, I'm just getting some coffee." He explained. "You want anything guys? It's on me."
We all glanced at the menu board, Gonzalo agreed to the coffee, Heatstroke and I both got hot chocolate. And Hawk got a caffachino. I was honest to god not a coffee fan what so ever.
While Lefty was up ordering the drinks, the rest of us were quietly talking. "Guy's do you feel like you're being watched?" I asked with said sinking feeling.
Heatstroke shrugged, "No, I'm fine."
"Neither do I," Hawk told me.
"Not truely," Gonzalo claimed. "Why do you ask?"
"Well I just feel like someone is spying on us," I explained in a near whisper.
Lefty returned and handed us the drinks and sat down, sipping his coffee slowly. "Do you see the informant anywhere?" He asked.
I shook my head, "No, I don't."
"Maybe they're late," Lefty suggested.
Then there was a tap on my shoulder, that girl with the glasses was there. A friendly grin on her face, "Looking for me?"
It took me a long few seconds to piece this together, "You're the person who knows somethings on whose the traidor in the Rangers?" I asked in a hushed tone.
She nodded held her hand out, "I'm Becka. So you're Alex Macey, right? I saw you on the news."
I let the smile I wanted to display keep form my face, "That's me. So come on, tell us what you know."
"Okay, don't get too crazy," She chuckled and took a seat my to me. Then her voice went to a near whisper, "I saw him, he was delivering some files to some guy with a Russian accent."
"Any details on either man? Like what they looked like?" I asked.
"Not much I could tell from it," She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "They were presisive to cover up their faces. The guy with the Russian accent was kinda heavy built. And the Ranger, just well average."
Gonzalo sat back in his chair, complete disapointment played on his face, "Oh Dios mío. This is terrific. We don't even have an idea what the guy looks like."
"Like I said, he was very sure he covered up," Becka repeated.
"Well did you see what skin color he was? Anything?" Hawk asked.
"Yeah, he had seriously fair skin. And judging by how much the mask came outward, I guess a big nose." She answered quietly.
"And any other details on the Russian?" I asked.
"He had some beach brown hair and pale skin. I'm also sure he had tattoos if I'm correct, on his neck." She discribed.
"Thanks," I nodded. "Where exactly did you see them anyways?"
"Follow me," She led us outside.
Just as I was coming out the door I said to Gonzalo, "Wait here, we won't be long."

(Gonzalo)
They left me in the Apothica, so I sat there and absent mindedly was finishing my coffee. I was looking out the window and waiting to see if anyone would come. That other girl, the one who dyed and bleached her hair, was still sitting at her original table.
As I just stared out the window something came wrapping around my face and pulled me and the chair backwards! I fell to teh floor and got a brief look at the face and it was the pale skin and big nose that set me off, "¡Mierda!" I sent a straight kick to his collarbone and rolled backwards, catching my balance and stood back up. But this guy charged at me and shoved me to the group, before I could get back up, he stomped on my face.

(Scarab)
As we came back from the hardware store across the street, I noticed something which sent my alarm bells ringing. Gonzalo wasn't in the window like we left him, he wasn't there at all.
I picked up my pace and looked aorund, the chair pretty much broken, some of the things that were on display near by were ruined. And no Gonzalo, but instead some blood on the floor near the counter.
That other girl had backed herself up to a corner, but Becka went up to her, "Aly? What happened here? Here did that Mexican guy go?"
"Uh he's Columbian," I corrected. Why do I care right now, one of my men I'm in charge of is missing!
Aly sighed, "A man, some guy with a trench cloak came in and grabbed him. And damn, it ended in him stomping on the pour guy's face."
"Oh my god," The words excaped my mouth as a frait train of thought's hit me. I rushed outside and franticly looked around. "Gonzalo? Gonzalo?"
Heatstroke and Hawk caught up, "Scarab, we'll find him! Don't worry."
"Of course I gonna be worried!" I snapped back. "This guy, for all we know, could be torturing Gonzalo. Or worse. We HAVE to find him!"
"Becka," Heatstroke turned to our young informant. "Do you know where either one were heading after they met?"
"Westlawn Cemetry!" She exclaimed. "He went to Westlawn Cemetary!"
"Great could you show us there?" Lefty requested.
"Sure no problem." And Becka took off down the road.

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A/N: OHH a noobie mission. And oh my god! Gonzalo is captured!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Spainish stuff Gonzalo said were "¡Oh dios mío!" (Meaning Oh my god) And "¡Mierda!" (Meaning shit) Spainish brought to you by Ladnir. Thank you so much Laddy!