[ RF ] You are a Special - Black Ops Agent for an Intelligence Agency , tasked with launching ( just for irony 's sake ) a terrorist attack on ISIS in Syria .

I am a member of Determination. A [ dummy ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dummy_corporation ) setup in late 2009 by a few radicals who had a lot of money and were finally tired of [ ISIS. ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islamic_State_of_Iraq_and_the_Levant ) Offically we are a phone company in [ Greece. ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greece ) We even sell phones at our main building too. Which phone company you ask? Well if I told you, naturally I'd have to kill you. 
 
 Oh I'm sorry, did that suprise you? Determination is ( actually ) a militant [ intelligence organization ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intelligence_agency ) with one goal: Keep tabs on ISIS. We, from our two offices: one in Greece and another in [ Syria ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syria ) [... or what's left of it, ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syrian_Civil_War ) spy on ISIS and provide as much information as we can about them to [ every interested country in the world. ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military_intervention_against_ISIL ) I personally am an ex-CIA agent, now a [ Special, ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special_operations ) [ Black Ops ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_operation ) agent for Determination. 
 
 Since [ November, ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November_2015_Paris_attacks ) Determinations leaders ( again, really wealthy dudes ) have decided that more aggressive action against ISIS is necessary. And so, I've been given a mission: I am, with all force and any means necessary, to insert myself into their one [ airbase ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aerodrome ) and steal [ their one and only plane. ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikoyan-Gurevich_MiG-21 ) I am then to fly the plane over to their largest Fort, destroy the plane and steal one of their few [ T-72s. ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T-72 ) Finally, I am to escape without being captured, with or without the T-72. Naturally, I am to cause as much damage as I can along the way, shouting pro-ISIS phrases the whole time. Determination hopes the contradicition of the pro-ISIS statements and the attack on itself will help lower moral and membership of the group. Finally... the report says that civilian casualties are allowed to further the cause. 
 
 I bite my lip with regret. *Civilian casualties are allowed* I read again. I look up, steading myself. *There used to be a time where I hated the idea of civilian casualties... I suppose that time's long gone now... * The ways war changes you... 
 
 Anyways, I steady myself in my seat, riding in my own personal and one-of-a-kind helicopter ( thank you Determination ) and ready my prototype parachute for what should truely be an [ Impossible mission. ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mission: _Impossible_ % 28film_series % 29 ) 
 
 The helicopter touches down and I step out of the open door. I'm a few kilometers away from an [ ISIS-controled village. ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syrian_Civil_War ) I begin walking towards it, giving a friendly wave to my friend the pilot as he takes off to return to our office in Syria. The walk takes a few minutes, but eventually I reach the village, and a few minutes later I find a nice car. Without delay, I pull out [ my handy dandy toy ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military_equipment_of_ISIL # Assault_rifles ) and begin the fear. I gently slide the once-driver from the vehicle which no longer has a front windshield and take off inland. The one good thing about operating within a [ Terrorist State ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/State_terrorism ) is that the local authorities wo n't try to stop you as long as you only attack civilians instead of their corrupt government. *Right... a good thing... sure* I try to convince myself. 
 
 My drive is pleasant for almost a hundred kilometers until I begin to approach the airbase that is my first target. I've decided not to shoot anything along the way. To do so would only make my job of stealing the plane more difficult. Unfortunately, as I am about ten kilometers away from my first stop, ISIS [ military police ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military_police ) ( or their version at least ) begin to demand I turn around as I am entering a restricted area. Suprisingly, they give me about a kilometer to slow my vehicle. 
 
 I do n't. 
 
 They soon open fire, destroying the right rear side passenger window as bullets from [ the vehicles in pursuit ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toyota_Hilux # Sixth_generation_.28N140.2C_N150.2C_N160.2C_N170.3B_1997.E2.80.932005.29 ) fly by my [ comparitively delicate ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballistic_trauma ) skull. Without delay, [ I return fire. ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military_equipment_of_ISIL # Submachine_guns ) Windows shatter around me as I use my years of training to target the front wheels of the approaching trucks with my sub-machine gun without crashing my own truck. Remaining as calm as [ the fictional James Bond ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Bond ) himself would, I deflate one tire on each of the three closest trucks, sending them into spins and one even into a barrell roll. 
 
 Bullets still flying, I smash through the gate and work my way to the hanger, picking off any ISIS soldier stupid enough to stand out in the open on the way, running over one rather than shooting him. Carefully, I drive into the hanger that contains the MiG-21 and quickly [ upgrade my transport. ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hijacking ) 
 
 The bullets of pathetic [ small arms ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Small_arms ) ping innocently off the armor in the plane as I begin to take off. As the wheels gently leave the surface of the runway, I bank the plane hard left to shoot a hanger and an oil tank before [ flying into the sunset. ] ( http: //tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/RidingIntoTheSunset ) I wish I could make another round and further cause havok, but the ISIS airbase is outfitted with [ SAMs ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surface-to-air_missile ) and to do so would risk the entire mission. Instead, I begin the 8 kilometer journey to the fort that is my second destination. Per my orders, I use the [ handy onboard airline commodities ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gryazev-Shipunov_GSh-23 ) to create some havok in every ISIS village and town I fly over. Only the slightest bit sad that I could n't fill the plane's bomb bays with leaflets against ISIS, so as to further sew-doubt. 
 
 Since ISIS has only the aircraft I'm sitting in, my flight to my next stop goes relatively un-hindered, and as I apporach the fort I see soldiers scrambling to defensive positions down below. Without further ado, I angle the plane down into the biggest building I can see and hit the eject button. I fly up into the air and can not see but can hear and feel the huge fireball that was once my plane as it impacts the ground with a satisfying roar and crunch. With any luck, ( and I always get lucky ) they'll think I died in the [ seeming- ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deception ) [ suicide attack. ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicide_attack ) I pull the cord on my parachute as low to the ground as I can, and am able to escape onto the ground with only a few bullets from the more aware soldiers flying by me. Luckily for me, ISIS is n't filled with expert marksman. 
 
 As my boots hit the ground, I pull my shoulder-strapped AK-47 to [ bare ] ( http: //dictionary.reference.com/browse/bare? s=t ) and race towards the building where I was told earlier the tanks would be. Moving cover to cover, I'm engaged multiple times and have to return fire and down soldiers before they can return the favor. The scent of fire, oil, and scorched stone fills the air... he he, my doing. 
 
 I steadily, eventually work my way over to where my target is. The chaos of my plane-enabled attack the only thing allowing me to take success in such an overwhelming hostile environment. I hop into the T-72 and roll it out of the garage. In the chaos of the moment, many soldiers assume that I'm on their side, and so simply leave me alone. That all changes when I rotate the turret and fire on the same garage I just left. 
 
 With a few carefully placed shots, I get to enjoy both the roar of [ a well made machine ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2A46_series_main_gun ) and the view of ISIS armor going up in huge flames as it's fuel supply is ignited by the tank's [ incendary rounds. ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incendiary_ammunition ) I turn the turret forward facing once more, now noticing others are beginning to fire on me and scatter from me, and begin shooting... well... everything. 
 
 Oil tanks which get to explode, Buildings which begin to impersonate [ failed Jenga towers, ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jenga ) vehicles which suprisingly do n't do much other than just turn black, and people whom impersonate [ Houdini. ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Houdini ) Making a few rounds of the base just for good measure, I take a few rounds of my own. ISIS soldiers pick up anti-tank weapons and fire them at me, some penetrating the outer armor and damaging the engine, which eventually begins to billow smoke. 
 
 Feeling I've enjoyed enough fun, I roll through a wall in the fortress and make my ( admittedly slower than desired ) escape! I enjoy using the fact that I have a massive tank gun to my advantage, substituting the fact that I can blow things up for speed to aid in my escape. 
 
 It takes roughly thirty minutes to finally shoot enough oncoming vehicles to loose my attackers ( although technically I guess I attacked first ) and I have the tank rolling, [ albeit ] ( http: //dictionary.reference.com/browse/albeit ) slowly, the entire time. 
 
 Eventually, roughly three hours after loosing my pursuers by taking a detour through the [ ever scenic ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boredom ) [ desert, ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syrian_Desert ) I cross into Syrian controlled territory, where sure enough, my loyal Determination friends are waiting for me.
