Nicholas Joseph Fury (furious_nick) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2011-02-20 19:41:00 |
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It don't matter where you been-
Characters: Nick, Pietro, random npc SHIELD agents
Setting: Patagonia, Chile (because I wanted a new location tag)
Content: Nick Fury, violence obviously because Nick Fury, cursing obviously because Nick Fury, fuzzy bunnies obviously because Nick Fury. I lied. No fuzzy bunnies.
Summary: A confrontation a long time coming, really
“Report,” Fury ordered, and waited, but all he received in his ear was the hiss of static from his comm device. “Report,” he repeated, irritated. If he had to ask a third time, some motherfucker was getting shot in the face. This time there was a crackle and a voice, panicked and choppy with feedback distortion. “Sir...off course! Attack...otherhood-” Motherfucker. Why the fuck couldn’t something as simple as a prisoner transport just go fucking smoothly?
True, the prisoner in question was a terrorist from the Brotherhood, but Fury thought they could handle it. Well, like his Granddaddy used to say, “Thought followed at shit wagon and thought it was a wedding.” Of course Nick had been expecting something like this. The plan assumed that- given their normal patterns- an attack from the Brotherhood would come either at the compound in South America they were removing the prisoner from or at the Raft, his final destination- those Brotherhood motherfuckers had a habit of striking buildings. Still, it was a long way from Chile to New York and it wasn’t like there was no protection prepared en route. Aside from a shitload of artillery accompanying the prisoner in armored vehicles, there were two other decoy transport groups traveling by air (the squadron of helicopters Nick was currently a part of) and by sea. Apparently the terrorist assholes hadn’t taken the bait, Nick clearly wasn’t giving them enough credit.
Fury issued a command and the squadron changed it’s flight path to meet up with the ambushed convoy. A plume of smoke was rising from the main road and a flyover revealed that the road had been decimated by an explosion, which explained why the convoy had to detour. The helicopters soon spotted the vehicles on a pass through a ravine at the foot of a nearby mountain range. The convoy had driven right into a trap; the entrance they’d taken between the cliffs was caved in, likely by another explosive, and the vehicles were all at a standstill.
There was nowhere flat enough on the cliff top for the helicopters to land, so the agents had to drop into the canyon. Meanwhile, the helicopters would have to land somewhere away from the skirmish, rendering any necessary retreat pretty much impossible. It was a fucking shitty situation, all around, but Nick would have to curse his hindsight later- right now he it was time to strap up and drop in.
Nick rappelled down a rope out of his helicopter, several agents following suit, and made a quick assessment of the scene below. All of the convoy agents were now surrounding the prisoner’s vehicle and several of them were unarmed. As he watched, two of the men hit the ground as if they’d been struck. The main problem with the situation was that Fury couldn’t see anyone actually assaulting them. What the fuck?