A/N: Hello everyone! :) This is my first fanfic. Please let me know if you enjoyed reading it so I would know if it is worth continuing the story. Enjoy! :)

"We need assistance!" shouted the soldier into his earpiece taking cover behind a low wall to avoid the bullets which were flying at him.

"Captain, this is Base. We are doing all we can to find you some backup. With the Marines and Army dispatched throughout the world after the recent attack we are spread a bit thin. We will do our best to send someone to assist you."

'Dammit,' he thought. "Guys we are on our own. Watch your six and try to keep out of the fire."

"Ye, 'cause we were gonna go in the middle of the firefight Captain", shouted one of the soldiers sarcastically.

Buildings were exploding and coming down on them and hostiles were closing in fast. If Base does not send someone, they were all screwed. The mission was a disaster from the beginning. All they had to do was go to the Italian Embassy in London, find some Intel and get out; but of course it was too easy for them, something bad had to happen.

"Captain MacTavish?" he heard in his earpiece. It was a woman's voice.

"Who is this?" he replied while struggling to cover his team as best as he could.

"This is Captain Malloy of the Elite Task Force. We understand you requested assistance to proceed to your exfil point?"

"Finally!" shouted MacTavish. "We are in front of the Italian Embassy, hostiles are closing in fast. I do not know if we will be able to hold them off any longer."

"Do you have any injured amongst you?"

"Yes, Roach was shot in the leg and is losing a lot of blood. We tried to patch him up with the resources we have. He is not able to walk we will have to carry him."

"No problem, we have a trained medic with us." After a few seconds passed he heard, "I can see you Captain; we will be there in 60 seconds."

The men looked up in the sky as a helicopter stopped above them and a rope fell down to the ground near them and three soldiers wearing all black, slid down.

As the soldiers approached them, one of MacTavish's men shouted, "You have got to be kiddin' me! They only sent three soldiers to help us?!"

"Be grateful soldier that we were able to make it because we were on leave," one of them shouted back.

Their uniforms consisted of a helmet, their faces covered with a black balaclava and transparent protective eyewear. They also wore a jacket with numerous pockets where they stored their ammo, side-arm and communication devices connected to an ear-piece. Their trousers also had pockets and they wore combat boots; usual military gear and all black, from head to toe.

One of them who had green eyes and showed some pale skin beneath the balaclava approached MacTavish asking, "Where is the injured man?" and he nodded his head in Roach's direction a few feet away from him.

"Fox, take care of it," Malloy said to the soldier who had dark brown almond-shaped eyes and dark skin. "Red! Cover the left flank and I will go down the middle. Base, this is Captain Malloy. We have reached the target; we will start to move up once we have cleared the area, over."

"Roger that Captain. Good luck, Base out."

'A captain with a Mohawk? So unusual,' thought Malloy. She liked unusual.

MacTavish thought, 'they sent three women to back us up?' He was sceptical about it but right now he would accept any help he could get. Besides, he didn't want to sound sexist, they were soldiers like him and his team.

Aiming down her Red Dot Sight, Malloy started clearing out hostiles. There were too many of them and they did not look like they were going down at any cost, but her team was trained for this. Their Task Force consisted of the best soldiers from various sectors; Army, Marines, Air Force; you name it, they had it. However, they were more than three soldiers when they were sent out on missions but Malloy tried to stay positive.

"Fox, how is he?" she shouted to her teammate who was tending to Roach.

"It's nothing serious, he'll recover."

"Good, 'cause I need you on the right flank to assist the team. Roach, can you handle a gun?"

"I'm a Sergeant ma'am, I think I know how to handle a gun," replied Roach.

Malloy chuckled and said, "It's not what I meant but you got me."

"Shadow!" Malloy heard in her earpiece.

"What is it Red?" she replied.

"I can see a silver lining. It looks like they're falling back."

"Excellent, let's move up!" Malloy turned to MacTavish, "Captain, how do you think is the best way to proceed?"

"You and your team can cover the left flank and we can cover the right flank. One of my men can carry Roach. Meat, get to it!" shouting to his team-mate as Meat ran to assist Roach.

"Roger that," Malloy replied, "you heard the Captain. Let's go!"

Despite the fact that they were only three of them, they managed to come closer to the exfil point. 'I guess I shouldn't have judged them so quickly,' thought MacTavish.

"Sir, I can see the Exfil point!"

"Very well Scarecrow I will contact Nikolai. Nikolai can you hear me?" said MacTavish as he heard Fox yell frag out.

"Da, loud and clear my friend" he replied.

"We are reaching the LZ. E.T.A. ten minutes. Be ready for immediate dust-off. We have three extra members with us. Okay, let's move up!"

As they proceeded to the LZ, Meat noticed movement on the roof of a building in front of them. He noticed a soldier holding a rocket launcher over his shoulder aiming at them.

"RPG on the roof, 12 o'clock!" he shouted. Immediately after, the ground shook and something exploded near them sending Malloy and Fox flying and slamming Red into a building.

"What the hell happened?" said Malloy dazed. Fox got up and ran to check on her teammate.

"Red!" shouted Fox. "Can you hear me? Fuck. Red is hit, I repeat, Red is hit!"

"Shit." Malloy muttered under her breath slowly getting up.

"Shadow, she is messed up pretty bad. We've got to get her out of here asap!" said Fox to Malloy while patching Red up.

MacTavish tried to get to them but they were constantly firing and if he tried, he would have ended up full of holes.

"I can see Nikolai!" shouted Scarecrow.

"We'll provide covering fire while Fox and Meat carry both Red and Roach on the helicopter" said MacTavish.

The two captains and the others started firing at the hostiles as the others carried the injured on board.

"Let's go!" yelled MacTavish. As they lifted off, they could hear bullets spraying the helicopter. Malloy sighed as she thought that they were finally going home.