Teika District, Riga, Latvia

The sun glistened down on the city of Riga, an old city in an even older country. Eastern Europe wasn’t only know for its ancient and surreal beauty, but it was also a sort of same haven for the dealings of those that prefer life in the shadows. Inside one of the many housing buildings along the streets, several men waited on the second floor in a room just above the front door. Their attire was similar to that of the Bratva, Russian mob, some wore suits others wore more casual clothing. Outside a silver sedan and a cargo van pulled up in front of the building. “Control this is Stalker Two, be advised buyers have arrived.” Two men in civilian clothing laid in wait on the second floor of the building across the street. One rested himself behind a modified SR-25 and the other watched through a spotter scope, keeping eyes on the men inside the room. Three men stepped out of the sedan, the one with the briefcase seemed like the one in charge. The other two gave off the appearance of former military, PMCs most likely. No one exited out of the van which means that they were most likely back-up.

The three men made their way into the building and up to the room where the mobsters were waiting. They knocked on the door and were let in but not without them handing over any weapons they were carrying and receiving a pat down. “Well, glad you could come our neck of the woods Mr. Boade.” One of the men in a suit said as he shook the money man’s hand. “Please the pleasure is all mine, been meaning to stop by and see this beautiful country.” Everyone settled in and began the meeting. The two men across the street hadn’t moved at all, the shooter kept his eye glued to the Specter DR 1.5x/6x scope mounted on the rifle’s top rail. “I got eight total, five mobsters plus the dudes from the sedan.” The shooter said. “I got shots on the leader plus two of his cronies.” The spotter shook his head. “Nah, keep off the trigger for now, we’ll get word soon enough.”

Two men with handguns tucked into their waistband exited the building and made their way to the van slowly. “Ah shit.” The spotter clicked on his radio. “Roadie be advised, you got two x-rays approaching the vehicle. Go to plan B.” The van door slid open and the two thugs were dropped by well aimed shots from a suppressed rifle. “This is Roadie, two tangos down. We’re pushing into the building now, go on our signal.” Four men in a mix of civilian clothing, tactical gear and balaclavas exited the van and quietly made their way into the building. The men inside the room were unaware of what had happened outside on the street. “Here’s the product, bonafide T-Virus samples, weaponized and ready to mounted on a weapon platform of your choosing.” The main mobster placed a case on the table and opened it for the buyer to check out the product.

The assault team stacked on the door, the breacher pulled a short barrel 870 and placed the muzzle above the doorknob. The man behind him moved up to the right side of the door and readied a flashbang. The grenadier looked at the beacher and nodded. Boom, cuchunk, boom, the breacher pumped two shells into the mechanism and kicked the door open. Almost instantly the grenadier threw the flashbang into the room. Just as it popped three suppressed rifle shots pierced through the window, dropping the main mobster two of their cronies. As the bodies fell the team moved into the room dropping the other two mobsters with accurate fire from their modified 416s. “Clear.” “Clear.” “Clear.” “All tangos down.” The buyer picked himself up and dusted off his suit. “Fuck me guys, y’all couldn’t have been a little more forthwarning?” One of the men in the assault team shook his head. “Maybe next time you should keep your comms on.” The two bodyguards grabbed both suitcases and made their way out of the building. “Control this is Roadie, all assets secured we’re moving out now.”

Both the assault team and the buyers piled into their vehicles and made their way to the airport. As the vehicles pulled into a hangar they were met by several men in suits. Agents from the Defence Intelligence and Security Service, one of the intelligence agencies in Latvia. “How did it go Agent Boade?” one of them asked. The man who was posing as the buyer handed the agent the case with the money. “Sadly not as clean as I had hoped, we left some bodies at the site.” The agent held his hand up and shook his head. “Fear not my friend my men will handle the clean up, as long as the BSAA rids the world of this nightmare virus, we’ll aid you in anyway we can.” The two men shook hands and went their separate ways, the BSAA team boarded a plane while the DI Agents collected the vehicles and made their way to the site of the buy.

This was just another typical operation of the BSAA’s newly reformed special operations unit. Modeled after the CIA’s Special Activities Unit. Their main responsibilities are not only the collection of any of the remaining Umbrella viral samples but also the elimination of B.O.Ws and the elimination of any and all forces who are willing to utilize the viruses and B.O.Ws. Most of their operations are top secret and only known by the main BSAA headshed and the current BSAA leadership. As of recently the UN authorized a “black budget”, meaning that the BSAA has near unlimited funds and access to any and all equipment needed to outfit their units. The SOU on the other hand are allowed to outfit themselves as they see fit based on their mission and area of operations. As for their next mission, well that’s a story for another time.