Developing an Arsenal: Overwatch (The Unit)

-The Unit-

One grey and black van rolls by fast on the dusty empty freeway in Columbia . Dan Hendricks drove the van with Grief sitting in the passenger seat. Barnes, Apollo, and Manhattan sat in the back of the van wearing business suits and pants, dressing up like high end buyers. Chloe glances at her watch while holding a briefcase containing a load of money. They were getting close to the exchange location the Black Badge had set up through the intercepted encrypted email.

"So, tell me again why we need to pretend to be the buyers again?" Dan asked.

"Because we have no idea what we are walking into, other than they have more guys with better guns than us. The sooner we get the agent, the happier we are." Grief replied. "This is a dress rehearsal for a performance we can't screw up."

"Right... I don't understand one thing."

Dan glances at the weapons hanging on the walls in the back of the van. Then he shook his head and sighed.

"You've guys got the firepower. If they are not expecting anyone to attack, why can't I just pull in and have you guys pop out and shoot them?" Dan asked. "It'll be much more fun that way."

"Because you'll die." Grief barked as he slammed the dashboard with his fist. "Either the Black Badge will kill you or I will for ruining a really great plan. We are not going to die from rash decisions."

Hendricks nodded and fell silent. Grief pulls back the red sunglasses and pulls out his computer. He starts typing fast on the keyboard. He turns his head to Barnes and reads off some public information from the Columbia police database.

"The dealer is their right-hand man, Horatio Neves. He goes by a name; The Salesman." Grief replied. "Former army who was discharged following from a psychiatric evaluation. Joined a special police force before going rogue and working with the leader, Jorge Husk. Wasn't good with math except when it comes to selling weapons, drugs, and people."

"So... we are trading for an Overwatch agent with a psychotic." Manhattan asks.

"Yep. He's suspected for brutally killing criminals in ritualistic ways." Grief nods quickly. "So, don't tick him off and try to be intimidating."

The van now approaches to an empty concrete lot nearby an abandoned gas station. Aaron passes a FN-P90 to Barnes and Apollo before grabbing his and tucking it underneath his coat. Aaron customized the weapons with a A-COG scope, suppressor, and loaded with rounds that can penetrate armored vests. It was the perfect weapon to hide underneath a coat and not get the gun runners jumpy until it was needed to start shooting.

Dan pulls over to the empty lot and parks the car, but doesn't cut the engine. So far, they were the only the only ones at the at the meeting location. Grief looks around and can sense this wasn't some ambush. No signs of an ambush.

Then, five heavily armed jeeps pull in from the other entrance and form a semi-circle in front of the van. They remained still glaring at the lone van in front of them, waiting on their buyers. Dan flickers the headlights at the group of jeeps to start the deal. The doors from the lead vehicle open, letting out a short, but thick muscular man out of the car along with three men in heavy body armor.

At the same time, Barnes, Apollo, and Manhattan hop out of the vehicle. Apollo grabs the briefcase and holds it tight. Aaron gulped quietly as he quickly took note of what the black badge were carrying, high end military grade weapons. They looked more of a mercenary force than a gang.

"God, look at the weapons on them." Aaron muttered quietly. "Those are something you can't get in America."

Barnes gently nudges Aaron to remain quiet and steps forward to Horatio. The dealer holds out a hand, making Barnes stop in her tracks.