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"Normally, There are things in life that came to you unexpectedly, whether it's good or bad you may never know, but it's just best to embrace them."

That was a quote I remembered from my father. One of many, that he had taught me during my time with him. It's funny, I always never paid any thoughts to any of his teachings…

Not until of course I was first handedly slaped on the face by life by them, to realize that they are surprisingly true until now. For instance, take my military life as an example. Not once had I even thought about it, not once have I even seem interested in it, not once had I even thought it would be what was going to be doing for over 25 years, but as much as life is ironic by it's self, it's the path I took anyways without even knowing it.

So what is there to say about the military?

It was most definitely harsh, it was certainly hard, and to sum it up, it's "Traumatizing" as most people would say it is.

You could say I hate it, and to answer your question, yes, I do if I have to be honest with you.

But not entirely though. Because thanks to it, I got where I am today, standing with the finest people on the globe , fighting for the greatest cause in the world. Peace and security to all. Sounds preachy, but it's what it is like in Rainbow . And working for Rainbow, most definitely is the best job in the world, No doubts to that.

I still remember the first time they asked me to join the very Rainbow organization, all to the time when I was first recruited to Rainbow it's self. And oh boy, I can tell you that it was one very very rememerable day for me .

…

What's that?

You want to hear it?

Are you sure? Isn't it rather to talk about?…..

You do anyways?

….Scheisse….

…

Well alright I guess I do have time…..and if it's what you really want to hear…

Ok, now, where do I begin?... Oh, right! So it goes like this…..

HEREFORD BASE, 1000 HOURS. RECRUITMENT DAY

Today is the big day.

The first day I get to join the famous Rainbow Six team.

While people see that recruitment days, or any starting days to a new thing is quite important. Like your first day at school, so you got to make good impressions with classmates and teachers. Or your first day working at the office, and you want to make that good hit to your boss kind of thing.

Well if I have to be honest I'd say those people are a bit too dramatic about those things.

For me, recruitment day, is like any other typical day.

And it was, even if my new recruitment happens to be Rainbow it's self.

So like being said, my first day of the new job was like any other day, the skies aren't falling, earth's not shattering. Nein.

It was another typical day you can say, birds tweeting, sun's shining, people dealing with surprisingly tolerable traffic and citizens dealing with their own frustrating life problems. Things along those lines.

Yep, another normal and fine day in life if you are an American.

Thankfully though, I'm German.

And thankfully I don't have to worry too much about civic problems, that's only because I have a whole a lot worst of a deal to worry about.

While other people try their hardest to resolve things like taxes, and housekeeping problems. I have to worry about what's the next hell hole I am going to be shoved into , how am I going to not try to get shot at by 'bad guys' in my line of work, and how I am going to be shot by 'bad guys' in my line of work anyways.

Sounds tempting doesn't it?

Well it's what you get for being a Pointsman. But I'll be honest, I'd gladly take a bullet to my shin then having to deal with paperwork any day. After all, I am more of an energetic person then a desk potato. (No offense.)

Also remember when I said traffic problems?

That would be hard to have , considering that you are taking the 'first class seat' in a Blackhawk, riding the blue skies to your destination. Fancy.

Another perk of being a Pointsman, guess it beats riding the bus, eh? Though I got to admit, it was a bit more shaky then I originally expect it to be, but it beats riding cabs any day.

And what would be a ride without passengers?

"Are we there yet?" A gruffy voice spoke up next to me.

And that voice came from the infamous Dominic 'Bandit' Brunsmeier, you know him, yes? Well he and I was on the same team, GSG9. We met awhile back, maybe a couple of years, and instantly we have a liking and became good friends very quickly, in fact I can trust Dom with my life when ever we go on a mission back in Germany. Just can't trust him with leaving my lunch untouched though. That sneaky bastard…

I would love to get him back for that right here and now, and I can perfectly pull a prank on him right here , but sadly I must behave as one might say, for we are not the only people on this chopper, that and my CO also happens to be on the same ride. Right in front of me too.

"For the fifth time son, no, we are not, you say that one more time and I swear I'm gonna kill you." Came an old man's reply to Dominic.

"Aww, zat von't be necessary, sir…" Was all Dom can say.

That old man is Mike 'Thatcher' Baker, one of the oldest and most experienced operator there is.

"He is also, an SAS commander, a tactic advisor, a father to all, a caretaker, a great poet and cook, and the most terrifying person there is when he's pissed." Said my friend Mark to me once.

"Dom, zat's quite enough now." I advised my friend.

A frown was what I get from Dominic's face in result. "Ja, papa. I don't need to be taught how to behave now do I?"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, yes you still do, sohn. " I finished with a small chuckle.

"Shat up." Came with a 'hump' to the end of that statement. "I am even older than you, you know?" I rolled my eyes. "You are still childish as you've always been Dom, don't try to deny it."

We shared yet another chuckle afterwards…

A nudge on my right shoulder, makes me turn me face to that direction, to see another operator, Seamus I believe. Trying to whisper something to me.

"Oi, I'd best not tempt with the man's temper if I were ya lad, he don't like bein' talked about behind his back…"

Only to fail miserably.

"I'm pretty sure the whole world can hear that whisper of yours, Seamus. And for your sake, yes I don't like bein' talked in the back, especially by my own team. So is there a question?"

And his response also came with a glare through his mask, one I cannot figure because of the lens. But seeing as Seamus looked back at him with a slight fearful expression to his face all whilst cowering back like a puppy to his seat, I think I best reckon to take his advice.

"No sir…" Was all he can mumble out.

"Then that's a good boy."

And we all gave out laughter in the little cabin of the Hawk, with Seamus having a redden face, he gave a shy laugh too while he scratches the back of his head in the awkwardness of the moment.

This man got to be more then impressive to do something like that to someone like Seamus so easily, now I know why he was given the title of 'world's most terrifying dad' to the SAS ops…

After our laughter came the ever so silent, but one Texan, I think his name was Thermite, decides to break it soon after.

"So, where were you all and what you all been doing before all of this?" Was his question spoken in a deep western accent, seemingly to be genuinely curious too in my opinion.

The first to answer is Seamus, who I think is trying to desperately drive the attention to something else other then his awkward moment earlier. "Scotland, liftin' weights and doin' rugbys'. You?"

"Rugby? Vat's that?" Asked Dominic.

"Well it's like Football for you American lads, only well, Scotish."

"Ohh."

"So you must be a big muscle guy, Ja?"

"Ya could say that', after all if I ain't I wouldn't be smashin' walls for a livin'."

"Ya all see this? This be me ol' caber, 20 pounds of pure steel and metal. And she's always ready to smash some bricks or, ya know, someone's face when the time comes."

A whistle followed by an impressed Bandit. "Zat is pretty impressive."

I have to agree too. "Ja. Und you carry zat on your back all ze time?"

"Yup. Hence me name, Sledge."

"Zat's a fitting name."

"Agreed. But damm, I feel poor for your back already partner." The Texan says.

"It's no biggie, after all ya gotta be strong if you wanna stay in the SAS. That and you don't get that disappointing stare from Mikey here'."

As on contrary, Thatcher gave us all a stare from his mask.

I can visibly see big guy Sledge here mentally shaking in his seat just from it too. I feel kind of bad for the guy already.

*Ahem* "So anyways, how about you all?" The hammer man asks.

Seeing as it would be good to know about the other operator I soon joined in as I gave my answer.

"Ah I vas in Bremen, busting doors and vorking my ass offt' on ze treadmill to be a Schnelle Krafte back zen."

"A Schnelle what now?" The Texan asked me, with a confused look to his face.

"A Schnelle Krafte. You don't know zem?"

The man shook his head to the sides.

I gave a sigh. "Vell, I vouln't be surprised if you don't. It iz vat ze program vas meant to be anyvays."

"Well wot's it like?" Thatcher asks.

"Vell imagine a bunch of crazy marathon runners all vith guns and shields zen imagine zem getting shoved into every hell hole possible zen multiply zat by ten, and you get zem."

"Sounds fun to me." He replied

"Oh belive me mein Freund, it iz definetly not."

"keine Scheiße." (No shit.) Bandit said.

"Ja, stimmte zu. Aber wenigstens haben wir gute Mühe, um die ganze Zeit zu schauen. " (Oh yeah, but atleast we got a lot of good "things" to look at all the time.) Bandit gave me a nudge on the end of that statement.

"Oh ja, auf jeden Fall. Verpassen Sie nicht den besten Teil jetzt können wir? " (oh yeah, we wouldn't want to miss out that 'part' now would we?)

"Nein, mein Freund, denn das wäre ein Verbrechen."(No, my friend, because that would be a crime.)

Again, another chuckle came from the both of us. With even more confused looks from everyone.

"Wot ya two be talkin' about?"

"Oh nein, it iz notzing mein Herr." I said with a smirk. Which only gave me a raised brow from the man.

"So, vat did you do, sir?" I asked Thatcher.

"Well I was everywhere in England, when ever the phone rings, I do things like you folks do, raiding houses, securing banks, rescuing hostages and training kids like Seamus here to do the same."

"Oi! I'm not a kid!"

"Says the person who argues about who gets the top bed bunks with a 25 year old every so often."

"Hey! I got me reasons to, you know that Mikey!"

"What ever you say, 'sonny boy'. You're still a big ass kid."

"Oi, can a kid that brakes down doors and gun people?!"

"Yes, yes they can partner."

"Wot!?"

"Yea, they can."

"Ja, I've seen one before, crazy stuff happens to that kid."

"Ja."

"Wow." Sledge says, looking dumbfolded.

"So you are still a kid after all, son."

"Shut up, Thatch."

And that gave us all another round of laughter to share.

Eventually the man with the question it's self was next. "Well I've been in Texas, learnin' chemistry and bustin' guns in trainin' to be a jarhead."

"You vere a Marine?"

"Yeah, good times back then, even though our instructor back then was kind of an ass."

"Tell me about it." Was my reply.

"Ja."

"Agreed."

"I'm still here, ya know."

That earned everyone a smile to their faces.

"Well anywho, I got to Texas A&M, learned a few things there, got a PhD then gone out and join the military, that soon led me to my days in the FBI/SWAT. So here I am."

"Interestzing… But can I ask you somezing?" I ask him.

"Sure. Shoot."

"It says in your profile, zat you are named:"Thermite" Care to explain your flashy name to us?"

"Well first off, I didn't get that name. My friend Eliza gave it to me in training and second, I got the name because of my Exo Thermic charges, or mats, what ever you prefer." He said holding a folded grey sheet up. "Also I may or may not had blown up the wall of my dorm once by accident when I back in the training days… Nearly burnt the entire place down too. So yeah, Thermite. Pretty suiting job description if you ask me." He says with a smile.

"Wait, really? Did tha' happend?"

"Yep, I got a buddy of mine who works in the FBI, he said he's still scared shitless after that lil' incident." Thermite added with a short laugh in the end. This man was indeed charming in a way, and the way he tells his story also made all of us chuckled in result.

"So, last man here Mr. Brunsmeier. Tell us your story, son." Thatcher asked once more.

"Sitting on the borders of Germany, bedding maniacs and doing drugs." Came his reply to all, but that earned him stares from everyone except me. Including one of the pilots up front too.

"I'm sorry what, partner?" The Texan asked again with a dumbfold look to his face.

"Drugs. And bedding maniacs. Iz there something wrong?" Dominic said trying to act calm, though I know otherwise he is very much annoyed by the man's question. "No, not at all, it's just that-"

"What? You don't expect an ex drug dealer to join this team?"

"Wait. Ex? Drug dealer?"Thatcher spoke next.

"Ja. Mein Herr."

"I vorked in ze GSG9 vith Blitz here. But before that I vas an under cover cop too, and since ze Hells Angels, as they called zem selves vas becoming more of a problem, I vas sent in to spy on them. So, naturally, I have to do drugs, deal drugs, bedding ze crazed b**chez to keep my cover, even got shot a couple of times too."

"Wow."

"Und zat vas not all vat Dominic did here."

"What else did he do?"

"Elias, nein."

"Yeah, wot did the lad do here'?"

"Elias, wage es nicht…" (Elias, don't you dare ... )

"Oh cmon Dom, it vas pretty cool!"

"Wie ist das 'Cool'?!" (How is that 'cool'!?)

"Not only did he do drugs, he also ended the operation, and resolved the whole zing, by drugging to master mind to death! Bad ass no?"

Their reaction was different from what I expected though. Not the one I was surely hoping for…

….

So came the long silent moment as everyone took in the information…

….

And all Dominic gave me was a death glare that screams,' I am so going to kill you after this.'

….

As the moment stretches even further in the cabin, I fear the joke came out wrong and it could be rising both tension and awkwardness to us four in the cabin, but luckily one answer blew the steam and blew everyone's minds.

"Zat… iz ze most badass zting I've ever heard of." The pilot said.

And we all looked at him…

Even his co pilot stared at him for a second…

…

"Vhat? It'z true now isn't it?"

Another moment of silent. As we all stared at echother, trying to process what just happened.

….

I started to crack a smirk, and soon after we all burst out laughing like maniacs for some reason. Even the pilots seem to be joining us.

"Yeah, I geuss that's pretty cool. Hehehe…"

"Zee?! I told you!"

"Oh god! Hahaha…. Oh boy. Hehe…. Ha….. Wot's yer name lad?" Seamus ask, trying desperately to gasp for air.

"Ja. Vhat is your name, mein friend?" Dominic says, with a genuine smile on his face replacing his angered expression earlier.

"Marius Streicher, please to meet you. Hehe…"

"Dominic Brunsmeier, ze feelin iz mutal mein Freund."

As the laughs and gags died down, soon came more of silent though.

…. Minutes of peace at last….

And for a moment, I thought that everyone was starting to enjoy this moment of silent…

…

That was until of course…

"Are ve there yet?"

…. Oh no.

"Alright! That's it!"

And that most definitely just pulled the last straw to Thatcher…

And so rest of the trip was. Well. Traumatizing for Dominic, to say the least, so I won't go over it for his sake. But you get the idea.

What I can say though, is what old man Thatcher did, will most likely to scare the crap out of poor ol' Dom for the rest of his life. Of course after that, all of us has been taught a lesson, not to mess with Thatcher's temper anytime soon. For all of our sakes…

…Oh dear, would you look at the time!

What's that? You still want to hear more?

Well I guess you might have to wait, mein fruend.

"Hey Eli! Are you coming are what!?"

"Ja! I'll be right zere!"

Well then I guess our time is up now. But do not worry mein freund, there shall be more to speak of!

"Oi Kotz! Get cher' arse movin'! We gotta mission to do here'!"

SchieBe…

Well I guess I'll see you around then. Until next time, mein freund we shall surely meet again.

*Author's note: What will happen next? Idk. It's up to you all to if you wanted these to continue. Message me if you do. And please, spam the hate for how shitty of a story this is! All ratings are welcomed! Anyways, you won't read this text anyways, so why the fock am I even writing this?