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Realistic or Modern Special Elite Black Ops Shooter Guy: Inaccurate Military Action Quest 2: Electric Boogaloo: This Time It's Personal: The Revenge: Freedom Reloaded

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[2] "Sir, you keep saying that this thing can fly. Why is that?"
 
[4] "There is no way this ship can fly. That's just impossible."

You frown and say, with utter conviction, "There is no way this ship can fly. That's just impossible."

Nury grins. "Is it?" He asks, before turning back around. "Well, how about we find out?"

He turns to a bridge officer. "Proceed to takeoff."

The officer nods. "Aye, sir. Takeoff sequence engaged."

The other officers type on their consoles as images and charts flash on the monitors surrounding you.

The entire craft shakes suddenly, and you look out the window. Outside, a pair of massive wings unfold from the sides of the craft. Realisation dawns on you: this craft really is meant to fly!

The craft continues to shake, and then it begins to move forwards, slowly, but accelerating at a steady rate. The water rushes by around the craft as it shoots forwards. Then, after a minute, the front of the craft tips upwards, and the entire craft begins to ascend into the air. Soon enough, the Atlas is no longer in the water, but in the air, and climbing up towards the sky.

"Oh my god..." you mutter in stunned silence. Nury simply looks on. Soon enough, the Atlas has climbed to 30,000 feet, above the clouds.

"We're airborne," says a bridge officer. "Disengaging lift jets."

The Atlas shakes once more as the lift jets switch off. Now the craft is steadily cruising forwards.

You watch as the clouds pass by. "This is..."

"Impossible?" Nury asks. "Believe me, it was. The Atlas is based on the old Lockheed CL-1201 concept from the days of the Cold War. Of course, we couldn't build it back then, and we sure as hell couldn't build it today if without the Coalition. The nonexistium helped a ton, too. This entire ship is powered by an experimental nonexistium fusion reactor that also powers its eight primary engine units."

The Director continues. "What you're standing on is the largest aircraft ever built, with the length of an aircraft carrier and wingspan more than twice that. Its reactor can theoretically power it for an indefinite amount of time, provided there's enough nonexistium around," he says, taking a seat in his command chair. "Carries with it an entire strike wing with support, and a full battalion's worth of operatives. Not just that, it's also armed with naval guns and missiles, and enough nukes to level a dozen cities."

He grins. "This here is the most advanced weapon ever built by man. The Brotherhood doesn't have anything to go against this."

You stand in awe, lost for words.

Eventually, you recover, and say:

[1] "I'm speechless, sir."
[2] "You built this all in eight months?"
[3] "I still can't believe this thing is flying, sir."
[4] "This is just... incredible."
 
[3] "I still can't believe this thing is flying, sir."
 
[1] "I'm speechless, sir."
I don't know much so I'll just balance it out.

Can someone give me a summary? TLDR.
 
Agent said:
[1] "I'm speechless, sir."
I don't know much so I'll just balance it out.

Can someone give me a summary? TLDR.
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We started off as a leader of a special ops team that got sent to Afghanistan (probably). We got a new agent by the name of Tray Tore and from the beginning he acted suspicious. And now you know why, because he betrayed you in the middle of the mission and got your entire team killed. He even shot your best friend, DeShawn, right in the back. And now, you're hearing that the Nemesis Brotherhood, the organization that you supposedly took down years ago, is now back and beating the entire world up. So now, the world has formed a Coalition and built this shiny new flying aircraft carrier to take the Brotherhood on.
 
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[3] "I still can't believe this thing is flying, sir."

You turn to Nury and say: "I still can't believe this thing is flying, sir."

The Director simply grins. "To tell you the truth, neither can I."

You blink in confusion. "Come again, sir?"

"When I first saw the design schematics for the Atlas, I thought the engineers were full of shit," says Nury. "The CL-1201 concept was a ridiculous idea, even for the time when the Cold War was at its peak. It was completely impractical. The engineers, however, told me they could make it work with a bit of Element-122, and make it a refined, modernised version of the original. I wanted to can it, but then I realised how valuable a mobile, airborne base of operations could be, with the ability to strike any place on the globe within hours."

Nury leans forwards, gazing out to the blue horizon ahead. A squadron of F-35s were escorting the massive aircraft, and compared to it, they looked tiny in comparison. "I decided that this would be the headquarters of the Coalition: a base the Brotherhood couldn't hit. So, I got the engineers to work, adding my own little additions as development progressed."

He turns to you. "This is the end result. We were lucky you woke up when the Atlas was already mostly completed. With you awake, I wanted to get the operation to stop the Brotherhood going as soon as possible."

You nod slowly. "Eight months, huh?"

"All in eight months," Nury pauses. "Well, most of it."

"Most of it?"

"You saw the work that was ongoing earlier. Several areas are still a little unfinished," says Nury. He then leans closer to you. "You know, this is the Atlas' first actual flight."

You blink.

Turning to Nury, you say:

[1] "Sir, are you saying the Atlas has never flown before?"
[2] "You mean the Atlas could have failed and crashed?"
[3] "Are you saying this could have gone wrong from the start?"
[4] "You mean this thing could have fallen apart beneath us, sir?"
 
[4] "You mean this thing could have fallen apart beneath us, sir?"
Bro I don't want main character to die what were these guys thinking?
 
[1] "Sir, are you saying the Atlas has never flown before?"
 
Almost forgot about this again lmao

[1] "Sir, are you saying the Atlas has never flown before?"

You look to Nury and ask, "Sir, are you saying the Atlas has never flown before?"

"It has," says Nury, calming you a little, until he adds: "In simulations, that is."

You give him a skeptical look. "So are you saying this thing has never actually flown once, until now?" You ask. "Could the Atlas have fallen apart right beneath us?"

Nury simply grins at you. "It could have," he says. "If we didn't have some of the best engineers and scientists working with us. If we had some third-tier designs, then yes, it could. Now, I have faith that our boys have got the job done."

The Atlas then proceeded to shake slightly, hopefully from turbulence and nothing more. "Mostly done," Nury quickly added, clearing his throat.

You have a sinking feeling in your stomach that this ship is going to start crashing down trailing smoke and fire sometime in the near future. "Right..." you mutter, then clear your throat. "Anyway, sir, where do I start? I'm sure the Brotherhood's gonna find out that I'm awake soon. They won't be happy about that."

A memory suddenly flashes by. "And Tray... I'm gonna put a bullet in that bastard's head, just like he did with DeShawn."

Nury pats your arm. "Good to hear it," he says. "With you, the Brotherhood won't stand a chance."

He gives you a tablet and switches on. It lights up, displaying a holographic map of the ship. "Head over to the barracks," he says, pointing to a blinking icon on the map. "You'll want to meet your new team."

You pause and turn to Nury, and say:

[1] "My new team?"
[2] "What's this about a new team?"
[3] "Are you sure about this? After what happened last time?"
[4] "With all due respect, sir, I don't want to get another team killed."
 
[1] "My new team?"

Yeah, just what happened with your old team? You didn't have time to grieve, man. Imagine not being able to attend their funerals. The funerals of the buddies you trusted with your life.
 
I'm back lol.

[1] "My new team?"

Your brows rise in surprise. "My new team?"

Nury nods. "That's right. Your new team," he says. "We're giving you command of a crack team of operatives from all over the world."

You frown. "Are you sure, sir? After what happened last time..."

"What happened last time wasn't your fault. No one could've known there was a traitor in our ranks," Nury gives you a sympathetic look. "Despite what you may think, you're still one of our best, and a captain. You earned that rank, soldier."

You sigh. "I understand, but the men of my team trusted me with their lives, and I let them down. I should've known that Tray was a traitor."

"Was he really a traitor if he was never even on our side in the first place?" Asks Nury. "If anything else, it's our fault, for not being more through. We let our guard down, and we paid dearly for it."

He turns to look out the viewscreen, to the clouds passing by around the ship. "Now, the Brotherhood threatens the whole world, and you may be our best chance at stopping it," Nury says, giving you a reassuring smile. "You stopped the Brotherhood once before, and I'm sure as hell you can stop it again."

You sigh, but nod and say:

[1] "Thank you, sir."
[2] "I'll do my best."
[3] "I suppose I can do it a second time."
[4] "Just another day at the office."
 
[4] "Just another day at the office."

You shrug. "Just another day at the office," you say, half jokingly and half seriously. "Like you said. If the Brotherhood has been stopped before, it can damn well be stopped again, as long as I'm here."

Nury nods appreciatively. "Good, now that's what I wanted to hear," he says, patting you on the back. "Now how about you get out of here? Your team's waiting for you in your quarters. Won't want to make a bad impression, do you?"

"Guess I don't especially for someone's who's basically been dead eight months," you mutter as you turn around and head to the exit and out of the bridge. Once you exit you enter into a rather long corridor. You turn and see a sign pointing to your destination, where your team is waiting. Sighing, you follow the signs, walking down the corridor. The craft shakes slightly, and you wonder if Nury was really joking or not about the Atlas potentially falling apart at any moment.

The walk is fairly long, given how large the airship/bigass plane really is. You pass by a room filled with controls manned by a good number of crew, and then several crew quarters lined with beds. Eventually, you arrive in front of a closed door. A sign on it reads, 'SUPER ELITE INTERNATIONAL SPEC OPS SPECIAL FORCES TEAM QUARTERS'. You raise a brow. So this really was an international operation.

Shaking your head, you push the door open. Immediately, you are greeted by the sight of a particularly large and muscular man with a bald head. His muscles make him look like a rock. He looks to you as you enter. "Well, well, well," he chuckles, placing his half-empty jar of protein shake he was apparently consuming without any liquid down onto the bench he was sitting on. "Captain Shooter Guy."

You nod. "In the flesh."

You suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder, and you turn to see that it belongs to another man with a semi-bald/weird crew-cut hairstyle. "Oi, that you innit?" He says with a British accent. "Thought you was dead."

You shrug, and reply:

[1] "For eight months, yeah."
[2] "The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated."
[3] "Maybe I did, and now I'm a ghost."
[4] "Sadly yes... but I lived!"
 
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