As a member of the 75th Ranger Regiment in the United States army, the Ranger lived by the motto, "Rangers lead the way." The Rangers are an airborne special forces unit and are often sent in ahead of the army. Even though he was out of the military he would now be using the skills he learned there to bring peace to Romania.

A mutant registration act had been enacted in Romania and mutants were being hunted down and put in concentration camps. Slate had planned a response. Mutants from the United States would be pouring into Romania, some under the Kabal's banner, and some not. he Ranger was the latter. He would be carrying out assassinations on high profile targets and should he be caught there was no doubt Slate would deny any knowledge of the Ranger and his actions.

Flying in an old An-22 "Antei" the Ranger prepared for a High-Altitude/High-Opening (HAHO) jump. Presently he was flying at 28,000ft over Bosnia. To eliminate any border crossing snafus he would jump from the plane and after deploying his shoot at 27,000ft he will drift north thirty miles landing near Bucharest. From there he would begin to take out his targets. Their names were memorized and any notation he has on the targets simply calls them, "Alpha," "Bravo," "Charley," "Delta," etc.

The Ranger checked his watch, he should reach the dropout point in two minutes. The Ranger made his way to the cockpit and handed the pilot €1000. It was the last part of his payment to enlist the man's aid and plane. As he made his way back to his gear he said to himself, "Thank God for those gems."

The Ranger attached his pack to his waist and then fastened the parachute to his back. For the past thirty-five minutes he had been breathing pure oxygen from a tank to flush nitrogen from his blood. Decompression sickness would not be fun in a non-permissive environment. He Changed out the tank for the jump and made his way to the back of the plane. The cargo entrace at the rear opened and the Ranger jumped out into the night.

The wind rushed past the Ranger as he fell for 1,000ft before deploying his chute. The rest of the fall would be a long, slow decent in the darkness with a GPS readout to tell him his location. He wore a flight suit to protect him from the cold, underneath which was his knife and pistols. He also wore a helmet to protect his head on the landing and gloves to protect his hands since he would be controlling the parafoils for a long time and would otherwise blister his hands something fierce.

The Ranger looked at the GPS readout on his wrist and the altimeter next to it that used tritium for self-illumination. He was now at 10,000ft and had a little over ten miles to cover before he reached the LZ.

Now was the time to mentally prepare himself. Once his boots hit the ground he would have to get down to business. The Ranger had been on missions to eliminate high profile targets before, but this time would be a whole new animal. In the Army he always had contact with the Unites States Special Operations Command (USSOCOM) should the mission go to hell in a handbasket. On this mission he had to insure nothing he did pointed back to his new Top, Slate. To that end he had enlisted the aid of a pilot and his old Soviet transport plane for a paperless and secret entrance, he carried supplies and money he had converted to euros, and he carried no documentation to tie him to anything.

On the approach to the ground, the dim lighting from the moon coupled with his power allowing his pupil to an extend to extreme diameter allowed him to steer the parachute to a clearing away from any roads or buildings. He held his knees and feet together as his feet set down on the ground, When his feet set down he remained standing and removed the parachute then slipped out of his flight suit, helmet, gloves, and oxygen mask.

The Ranger moved the bag that had been attached to his waist off away from everything and removed a small tin of oil from it. He then gathered up his parachute and all associated jump gear and after dousing it with oil, set it on fire. That having been done he shouldered his bag, checked his location on the gps he still wore on his arm and set off for Bucharest.

Under the cover of Darkness the Ranger made his way across the countryside to Bucharest. He needed to be one kilometer south of the city at 0800, Tango Alpha would be in a limousine heading North. If the intel provided by an old contact from his military proved reliable that is. At his current pace though he would be hard pressed for time, transportation needed to be secured.

As luck would have it a small house was on horizon, and upon closer inspection a beat up soviet era car sat in front. The door was unlocked so the Ranger threw his bag into the passenger seat and after pulling out his knife pulled out the ignition and sliced several of the wires. After a few attempts he found a winning combination, the car came to life. A very poor, weak life of a piece of junk east-block car. "This'll have to do."

The car pulled out onto theroad as the owner stormed out of the house ranting and painting a wonderful word picture of how his mother was the community horse, used by all the farms. Thankfully the man was unable to see the Ranger's face or else a bullet would have found it's way into the old man's head for the sake of mission security.

Thanks to the car the Ranger reached the point of the target's death with time to prepare. Leaving the car behind a hill and a claymore mine next to the road, the Ranger moved into the bushes atop a nearby hill to await the limo with the little flags to denote the status of the passenger to arrive. It felt odd planting a road-side bomb as it was an issue when he was in the middle east, but at least a claymore wasn't an IED.

0800, 0830, 0900. He was late, or the intel was bad. The Ranger decided to call it, he would move on to the next Tango, Bravo. Yet, just as he was about to stand a black car appeared on the horizon heading north. The Ranger looked though the ACOG he was using as a telescope and there was the flag of Romania waving in the wind. Alpha was in his sights.

The Ranger's thumb rested on the detonator and as the limo moved across it's path he pressed it. An explosion erupted and the car swerved off the road, the left ripped open by the small pellets of metal let loose by the mine. Returning the detonator and scope to his bag the Ranger ran down the hill to the car. The death must be confirmed. And good thing he decided to insure a successful kill. Against all odds the politician who had become a terror to mutants had survived with nothing more then a few scratches and a shredded leg. A nasty wound, but survivable.

A mere headshot would have sufficed, but the Ranger felt that a bullet would be to quick and not deal justice to those killed or tortured by his policies. He took hold of the man's collar and pulled him out of the car, throwing him on the ground. The man called out for mercy, he offered money, power, and women. The Ranger stepped on his throat silencing him.

"You are not the first and you won't be the last to die by my hand. And your death will pave the way to hell for those who destroy the lives of mutants."

With that said the man's eyes opened wide, the Ranger removed his foot, kicked him over, and shot him in the back of the neck; perforating the jugular. The man would bleed out in a painful death.

"Tango eliminated.'

The first target eliminated the Ranger checked on the driver, aside from driving the mutant subjugater around he had not done anything to create the current political climate. Looking through the half shattered window the Ranger could see the driver, unconscious and up against the deflating airbag. The Ranger reached through the broken window and unlocked the door. He tried to open it but to no avail, something was pinning the door in place. The Ranger held the latch up with his left arm and took hold of the door via the broken window and pulled. At first it didn't budge, but as his muscles expanded and more force was exerted the sound of scraping could be heard and the door flung open.

The Ranger then drew his knife and sliced the seatbelt so that he could pull the man out of the seat and onto the ground. Once the man was laying on the ground the Ranger gave him the once over to insure he was alright. The man was only unconscious and would survive. 'Good.' Thought the Ranger, he was carrying out these missions so that the Order members couldn't go after the same targets and leave a huge wake of needless death and gratuitous amounts of collateral damage.

The Ranger looked over to confirm the death of the target, he now lay dead his hands near his neck. He then policed his brass and headed back to the stolen car and set off into the city.

As he drove he pulled out his sat phone and called a man that he had been put in contact with by a Black Water operator he worked with a few times back when the man was a SEAL. The Man answered the phone, but said nothing. The Ranger spoke first with the challenge, "The death of Greeks is hubris."

A moment passed and then a raspy voice replied with the password, "And the Cheer will soon be silenced." He then paused a second and continued, "So Bravo is nearing the end of his days, good. That man has had it coming for a long time, I only wish I was in a position to kill him myself. At least I'll have aided the man who does."

"Black Lung, I need ta know the location of Bravo. Is he still at location Romeo Hotel?" The Ranger asked, Romeo being the first character in the name of the hotel the target was staying.

"Yes, he just arrived there an hour ago. I assume he will be there until fourteen-hundred so get there most ricky-tick."

"Roger that, Black Lung. The Ranger, out."

The Ranger arrived in Bucharest and before long was parked in a parking garage across the way from Romeo Hotel. Leaving his gear in the stolen vehicle the Ranger made his way over to the garage level of the hotel. Bravo was on the 7th floor and undoubtedly would have security near the door. The Ranger having been able to know this targets possible location ahead of time was able to prepare.

The Ranger entered the garage level elevator and traveled to the second floor. When the doors opened he stepped out, hooked a left, and traveled down the hall, taking a right at the end of the hallway and arriving at the maintenance room. This was one of the few rooms which still operated off a key lock and so the Ranger pulled his premade bump-key, slid it into the keyhole, and while turning the handle struck the key with the palm of his hand. The pins were jolted into their correct position and the door unlocked.

Sliding the key into his pocket the Ranger slid into the room and scanned for uniforms. A few of them hung on the far side of the room. The Ranger quickly threw the jumpsuit on over his clothes, found a vacuum, grabbed a spare skeleton key and headed out and to the elevator.

The seventh floor. The Ranger stepped out of the elevator and made his way down to the hall with a guard sitting outside. That was the target's room. To get in there he would have to bypass the guard. Easy fix. The satellite phone was pulled out and the Ranger dialed the number to the desk.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Yeah, hello. There is a guy in the hall up on the seventh floor. He is hanging around eyeing my wife and scaring my children."

"We will send someone up right away, sir."

"Thank you.

The Ranger hung up the phone and slid it back under the jumpsuit into a pocket on his tactical attire. The Ranger moved out of line of site from the elevator and waited. Before long there was the tell tale ding of the elevator. An employee made his way down the halls and locating the guard caught his attention wand motioned him over. The Ranger who now had made his way around to the other side of that hall used the chance to approach the door, unlock it with the key-card and walk inside.

"Excuse me?" The target was in the main room.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I was hoping I could go ahead and clean up here now, it is my last room before I am done for the day."

The man thought for a moment, and waved his hand while moving to the bathroom. "Just be quick about it."

"Yes, sir." The Ranger plugged in the vacuum and turned it on, creating a loud noise to cover any other noise from inside. He then took a chair and placed it against the door to keep anyone outside from entering. Finally the Ranger opened the bathroom door catching the politician off guard, in the middle of a shave. He quickly moved on the man, planting his hand over the man's mouth and turned and slammed him into the wall.

Panic filled the man's eyes and muffled yells could be heard from beneath the Ranger's hand. With his other hand the Ranger applied pressure on the carotid artery. Seconds later the man lost consciousness. Not long after that the heart stopped. Bravo eliminated.

Moving out of the bathroom the Ranger made his way to the sliding glass door and crossed out to the balcony. He then jumped to the room to the left, and kicked in the glass to enter the room. The Ranger took off the jumpsuit and crossed the room to the door. He opened the door and walked out. The sound of the vacuum could still be heard and the guard was beating on the door trying to figure out what was going on. The Ranger cast him a confused look and headed for the stairs.