Qui Audet Adipiscitur IC (Aussie & Noxious)

[The Australian]

"Besides the fact that it's much easier to maintain the aircraft, we rarely fly at higher altitudes, and if it gets damaged, we can always rebuild, and repairing is rather simple." He mused, "Regardless, you're assigned here because we've found you to be a valuable person who's talents are being completely and utterly wasted with the Yanks at the FBI. And, even if the mission goes bad, and I doubt it will, the HMS Devonshire, the newest of the Type-23, and the HMS Vindictive, the newest of the Vanguard-class submarines, are patrolling near Malta, and their command crews are most likely aware of the mission, they will be brought in to, erm, mop up."

[Noxious]

She seemed pleased with the comment about her talents being wasted and had, on multiple occasions, voiced this to her superiors. Her back straightened with pride, though minimal movement could be noticed because she was already hyper aware of her appearance sitting in front of such a man. "I feel that we should do what we can to ensure that my first mission does not need to moped up. While I believe it would reflect worse upon you, being that you are my superior, I have yet to outright fail. Not good for my self image." She paused and allowed a self chastising look to flash over her. "I mean, I know you obviously want the best as well, what I mean to say is, well," and now she was flustered, a deep breath. "What I mean to say is just tell me what I can do to be of the most assistance to the mission."

[The Australian]

"I presume you can operate a radio, correct?" He asked, smiling, "Or perhaps a machine gun? In my infinite wisdom, I'll be flying Black Watch, the name of our Lancaster. With the HMS Devonshire definitely standing by in case we fail, and the HMS Vindictive on a half-hour standby, we'll be covered. Anyhow, welcome to the unit, Ms. Burroughs."

David stood up and extended his hand to Gwen, giving her a once-over with his eyes. His original assumption was correct. She was beautiful....

[Noxious]

"I can operate a radio and most types of smaller fire arms. A machine gun though?" She looked down at her own form as if she had missed some growth spurt or change in outfit that would suggest something like that. Then she raised her eyes to his once again. "No Mr. Rourke. I am not adept yet, but I assure you I am a quick learner." If he thought she could do it, well then maybe she could. She stood, perplexed for a moment, and then smiling as she took his hand once again. "Thank you Mr. Rourke. I look forward to the opportunity to learn from you." She noticed him look her over, though her mindset was assuming he was gauging her worth for the mission and for the unit rather than appreciating her.

[The Australian]

Twelve Hours Later

"This is Black Watch, I repeat, this is Black Watch." David said as the Lancaster, aptly named 'Black Watch,' flew over the Mediterranean, "We are nearly the target base. Devonshire, report."

"This is Devonshire, over." A voice replied in a posh accent, "We are closing in to bombardment range. If those two-thousand pounders don't work, I think you'll need us, eh?"

"Indeed, Black Watch out." David responded, and flicked off the radio. The Black Watch was carrying at full capacity, with three two-thousand pound bombs. That was more than enough to destroy the base. As the plane cruised to the target location, he thought briefly of the men and women down there. They weren't at fault. They didn't cause this fiasco. They were innocent. He wanted to just drop the bombs here and turn the plane around, but he couldn't do that. If what the MI6 had collected was true, then the entire world was at stake, and if they could put just one base out of action, maybe some lives would be saved.

The Lancaster soon was over the point of the drop-zone. He closed his eyes and turned back to the bombardier, giving him one nod as he pressed a button, and 6000lbs of explosives rained down upon Ford Fitzgerald.

Fort Fitzgerald, Malta

Private First Class John Byram stood at the gates of the base. He had just arrived to Fort Fitzgerald yesterday, and was glad to be here. Malta was so beautiful, and he couldn't wait to write back home to his parents. They would love the pictures he got of the island.

Suddenly, he heard a whistling. First, he thought it was one of the other guards, but they were looking for it too. Then, it got louder. And louder. And he soon realised what it was.

"Sound the alarm! We'v-" The Sergeant called, but it was too late. Three bombs exploded in the compound. The guards were sent flying, and John had landed on his chest. As the pain surged throughout his body, and he soon realised that his comrades were also dead, the world went black forever.