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 Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:27 pm
Alice stood up against the wall of the building as the other members of the echo team spread across the perimeter. She stood straight up against the wall of the building, weilding her sniper riffle in both hands. She checked her riffle twice already, making sure it was good and ready to go. Just moments ago she was at the base waiting for some excitement, and now here she stood.
Alice had caught a glimpse of the KIA's when she had decended the AV-14 before getting to her position. She wasn't sure of the identities of those people, but she still somewhat felt for them. For anyone who's life was taken away, in that manner. Of course, she never let it get to her. She couldn't if she wanted to for it would interfear with her job. But she knew very well that death was part of the deal, especially now since she was an ODST. There hasn't been one moment of her time there where she didn't know the chances of not making it out alive, and she knew very well the risks that were at hand. But it was all for a good cause and that's what has kept her going.
Alice kept her gaze on Mitchell, watching for any further signs of orders, and when he twirled his finger in the air Alice quickly nodded for her own assurance before making her way around O'Connol's warthog with the others.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:00 pm
Standard Operation Procedure? Was this man purposefully digging his own hole? More important matters were at hand. "I will be leading the debriefing and the incident." The man in the beret paused standing there arms folded behind his back. "Thank you sir." Without another word he departed the squad as they regrouped. The mutual dislike of ONI troubled Winter. The force held a power beyond soldier. Despite Winter's lowly rank he held a high place but sadly the paycheck didn't match the work. Was this truly for his race? Was his work for the best of humanity?
Put yourself in someone's shoes. This man is a enemy a traitor to the human race. His job, description, all blank. All you know was he or multiple people set off a bomb. What was the purpose? Meaning? Terrorists primarily had a purpose to their bombings and a message gift wrapped along side it. Terrorists perhaps but there was a link far to strong to let it loose. Today's meeting was meant to go unnoticed of course any man in his right mind wanted their operations to run smoothly. What do you do next? A car bomb simple but not to simple nor to large. Enough to send investigators out and for the military and police to worry more of this car bomb then the truth at hand. Of course the incident was no more then a distraction? Maybe, maybe not. A car bomb was not a great enough to send eyes in every direction. Was this a simple distraction? If you were even smarter you would leave a half buried cookie trail to follow. Little inconspicuous tidbits for sniffing noses to follow after. Was this what had happened? Was this just a distraction?
Damn. It seemed so simple but a genius didn't make matters simple. Or did they? A genius made unexpected moves that weren't to far off weren't to conspicuous just right for the situation. If the mission wasn't still green lighted they would be busy looking at the car bombing not the meeting the shaking hands the passing of agreements.
"Excuse me." He told the doctors who were 'processing' the KIAs. "I need to see the bodies."
"Sir?" Asked a military doctor.
"I need to examine the helmets." The doctor nodded understandably. Taking him around the collection of stretchers with black bags that used to be marines. It was sad, truly the war had taken its toll why must it take more?
The doctor brought him to a table long and metal. It seemed the medical team was preparing to take them back to base. Pulling a pair of white examiners gloves onto his hands he stretched them out slipping the three memory chips from the helmets. There was no attempt to hide his actions as he slipped each one into a small device from his belt. Inserting each disk one after another copying their date before slipping them back to their place.
Thanking the doctor sharing military sentiments for the dead he turned down the alley. "Sarah. Review the tapes. I want them analyzed. I want anything from faces to drivers license plates of the vehicle. Thank you."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:03 pm
Nick had been dispatched with one of the squads to go and secure the perimeter of the recent car bombing. He remembered the last time he had been out in the field for something was also one of the first times he had been out at all.
He had met someone he couldn't remember but he knew he had tried to fly a downed hornet only to be shot back down by a covenant ship and be hospitalized. Until now he had just been kept on base duty, but had recently been deemed mentally and physically fit to return to active duty.
Nick was at the moment patrolling around the area making sure all was clear and that it would stay that way.
Scanning over the buildings looking out for any other kind of threat with rifle in hand, hearing a small noise coming from his left he instantly had his sights on what moved it turned out to only a can rolling across the ground. He walked over and picked it up throwing it back into the bin out of respect for this planet before continuing on with his patrol.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 2:21 pm
O'Connol shook his head at the two paramedics and raised his left hand, waving them off. It was true he was experiencing a little bit of pain in his ribs and a negligible amount of vertigo, but that was what being an ODST was all about. The soldier, prior to being approached by the UNSC reinforcements had taken the fallen Marine's locket and attached it around his neck. The lock would serve to remind him of his own mortallity, and how quickly one could go about losing everything. The Private looked to Sergeant Mitchell and eased himself into a relatively comfortable stance, his MA7K-T3 held loosely in his gloved hands. "Sir" spoke Andrew, "Why are we mobilizing; what'd I miss?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 9:35 pm
"While you were out and about, we've been activated along with the other Combat Teams stationed at Jacinto. Our target is the Marathon Hotel, two objectives. One Justin Vasquez and Louis Talbert. You should get the mission info packet shortly. Alpha, Golf, and India teams will secure the surrounding buildings, we have the snatch and grab job. Vasquez and Talbert are priority objectives and need to be taken alive. Dust-off at Fifteen-Hundred. We insert via Hornet drop on the roof and make our way inside. Sound discipline is in full effect, expect medium to heavy resistance."
Mitchell nodded to the private as he finished speaking and checked his watch. He wore an analog wrist-watch in addition to the timer in his helmet. It was a flat, non-reflective black with a subtle blue light on each arm. The time was 1450. He doubled checked with Jacinto HIGHCOM and verified the time. Satisfied, he got on the SQUADCOM to the hornets circling above.
"Thor 1 and 2, transport needed to Marathon Hotel. How long would it take to get there from our current location?"
"Estimate transit time to Marathon Hotel at... 10 minutes tops."
"Understood. How soon can you pick us up?"
"We can get you airborne in one minute."
"Do it. Mitchell out."
"Understood Echo team, Thor flight out."
Mitchell looked at his team and held out his left arm. He pointed to his wrist watch with his right hand.
"Synchronize mission clocks on my mark. Time is 1451... Mark."
The Hornets stopped their patrol and came in for a touch-and-go landing. The vehicles hovered just above the ground, spraying clouds of dust out from under their turbine engines. The pilots checked their systems to ensure that everything was good and waited for the ODSTs to pile in.
"Alright Marines, Strap in. We've got T-minus nine minutes and counting until 1500 hours. Let's get this one done by the numbers."
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 5:07 pm
Andrew set his mission clock in synchronization with Mitchell before turned to the AV-14 "Hornets" and clambering along the ski like platform. He reached back, hooked himself to the vehicle, and reached his hand out to the next person to climb aboard. Johanson, Echo Teams hefty demo man, grabbed O'Connol's hand and jumped aboard, repeating the same thing for Mitchell. Meanwhile the private slung his MA7K-T3 PA Assault Rifle around his upper torso, tightening it into place, and grasped his C7 Caseless SMG off his hip. The weapon had special modifications from the standard SMG, this ODST variant boasting a DTL Reflex Sight and a Flash and Sound suppressor. All of the ODSTs had some form of this silent variant for their secondary weapon; it was what made them the best soldiers for Snatch and Grab missions.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:32 pm
As the pair of AV-14's lifted off, Mitchell checked the SQUADCOM. He pinged everyone once and was satisfied by the green confirmation lights. They were ready to go. Even through his pressurized body-suit and full body armor, he could feel the coolness that accompanied the high altitude. His stomach dropped away as the two Hornets cleared the rooftops and were joined by eight other Hornets, all carrying ODST special forces operators. The five squads of ODSTs were going to hit the Marathon Hotel at the same time. Each one from different locations. The UNSCDF was going to rain hell on the bad guys. He shifted his weight and grabbed onto the hand-hold as the Hornet banked slightly. He could also see Pelicans. Lots of Pelicans. They were carrying the elements of 2nd Batt. 301st SIR. They would barricade the streets around the target zone and make sure nothing got in or out. The birds would stay on station and two pelicans would retrieve the targets. They would be split up and interrogated individually in some godforsaken ONI prison. The flight to the hotel was quick. The Marathon building was composed of two cylindrical skyscrapers surrounded by a lush resort. The interior building was an unremarkable cylinder. It was located slightly above the center of the outer building. Around the inner building was a circular garden that acted as a buffer between the two. Raised walkways connected buildings, all the while decorated with lush hanging gardens. This particular building was one of the older Marathon hotels. The newest one had been compared to the hanging gardens of Babylon.
The Outer building was a larger cylinder that had a section removed. That led to the main entrance and the inner building. It too was highly decorated. The hotel interior was unremarkable, lots of bland rooms with the same decor, lots of places for hostiles to hide. They would be very exposed if they didn't hit the ten minute timeline. Fortunately the meeting was taking place in one of the penthouse apartment meeting rooms on the top floors. Lots of glass, lots of expensive toys, and lots of bad guys. The pilot gave the thirty second warning and Mitchell passed it along. The eight other AV-14's branched off and headed for their designated insertion points. So far so good. The two Hornets that Mitchell and his team were strapped to climbed sharply and made for the central building's roof. He readied his MA7K-T3 PA rifle and put a hand on the quick-release. The Hornets were almost at the roof when a sharp crack split the air, and numerous windows. The COMs were filled with chatter almost immediately.
"HAWKEYE 1 is down! Repeat, HAWKEYE 1 is down!
"We've got hostile fire coming from all directions!"
"s**t! ROYAL 2 is going down!"
"DZ is hot, request far support!"
"Negative Golf Six, far support is unavailable."
"India Six to Echo Six, What the hell is going on!?
"Echo Six to India Six, They knew we were coming."
"This is Fubar, make the grab and let's get everyone out."
"You don't have to tell me twice."
The Hornets pushed the throttle to the max and made it to the roof. THOR 1 touched down and Mitchell unlatched himself from the AV-14. THOR 2 skimmed the roof as the ODSTs jumped off. The Hornet's left engine was hit by an Anaconda SAM and erupted into a ball of flame. The Hornet fell into a lethal spin and whipped CPL. Jameson, who was still attached to the doom craft, along with it. The bird hit the roof, fell off, and barreled into the outer building. The shockwave from the explosion shattered the remaining windows and ignited the hanging gardens. Both the pilot and Jameson were dead. THOR 1 took to the air as soon as everyone had jumped off. It narrowly missed getting hit by another SAM, it was saved by HAWKEYE 2, which strafed the inner gardens with rocket and machine gun fire. Mitchell waved the squad forward and shouted into his mic so that he would be heard over the explosions.
"Get inside! Go! Go! Go!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 12:23 am
"Map and get the origins of those SAMs on TAC-COM."
To those in Illisium's military base, the voice of it's CO was unmistakable. The controlled but caring tone of Major Xiang Hao Lee was that of a man having seen more than one situation take an unexpected turn for the worst, the only reasons for his continued survival being incredible analytical skills and reflexes sharpened by a lifetime of combat. These qualities were also the reasons for which Lee was given command of a military base known for it's laid-back attitude and general unexcellence. Since his assignment there, not only had the troops at Illisium kept their reputation as some of the happiest UNSC marines in the entire consortium, they had also gained a reputation for performing the best in many situations that would leave conventional marines lost and quickly dead.
Going through video footage at superhuman speed was the military base's AI, an entity that liked to represent itself as a shrouded woman sitting behind a traditional chinese plucking instrument. Nothing but her eyes showing beneath her veil as she worked to play silent notes, her hands glided up and down the strings as multiple contacts were identified, cross-referenced with satellite scanning and imagery, and pin-pointed on the HUDs of every UNSC soldier on the scene. Her shroud shifted gently in color from cerulean to a lighter purple as her melodious voice played through the holographic projector she was displaying from.
"Major, a total of 22 hostile contacts have been revealed by satellite imaging. Starport and trading logs show no sign of their weapons being procured legally"
"Thank you Mei Shu. Now please put me in touch with whoever's in charge on scene."
[[NOT DONE, will continue in next post...]]
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 5:51 pm
"How is she?"
"Vitals are up 'n' running, Doc. Seems she's
been ticking just fine in this ice chest."
"Good. Engage R.A.G.D.O.L.L unit X.2. Time we took
her for a test run."
The 30 year old caucasian scientist, Scott Geraldo, began to type
in the activation code as the elderly doctor, Doctor Nathaniel Bolero, stood behind him, seeing over the procedure, making sure that the
less-experienced individual did not make any mistakes that could
damage the operation. His face did not hide his old age and his eyes
were embedded with years of experience in fields not only
taking place in the underground laboratory beneath the hanger.
Arms folded behind him in a disciplined manor, Nethaniel moved
in a circular motion in front of the glass door of the pod.
Inside lay a young looking girl, no older than 17, sleeping in cryostasis for many a year now. The doctor looked at her with solem and pleading eyes, hoping that perhaps some of her memory
was in tact, even after being in this state for so long. This
unit, codename R.A.G.D.O.L.L., once played the role of this man's biological granddaughter until she fell deathly ill a few years back. He had decided that instead of letting her body die and rot in the ground, he would perform an experiment on her to see if he couldn't create a unit to replace the SPARTAN 11 unit in their time of crisis in the Human-Covenant War. Of course, his first attempt failed and when he had finally perfected it his project was no longer needed.
He decided to place the specimen in cryostasis for a time that
she might be of use. Well, this seemed like the perfect time and as the door to the pod rose into the air, a smirk befell the old man's face with shear pride.
{NOT FINISHED. WILL CONTINUE IN NEXT POST.}
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:46 pm
On the ground blockading the streets from incoming traffic Nick was expecting this to go like most any other mission he had been on in awhile simple as black and white. This was until he heard the explosions he jumped and turned to see the hornets spinning wildly to the certain doom, then the COMs went crazy with chatter of heavily armed hostiles in the building that had just commenced fire from one of the upper floors. Taking cover behind one of the Warthogs used to secure the street the young private awaited orders expecting the would stay put to make sure no one escaped, after all the squads inside we're all ODST's the best of the best.
Securing his rifle steadily in his hands he looked over the hood to see what was going on with the current situation he saw the teams of ODST's enter at the lower levels, and the main entrance he let out a sigh of relief at that sight, but the thought of the other hornets still gnawed at him wondering if they had survived like he had so long ago when he had been shot down for lacking the proper skills to fly and operate a hornet especially one he had tried to salvage from a wreck. He quickly shook the thought from his mind, and turned it back to the matter at hand waiting for orders. Until then he followed his current orders of making sure the civilian population stayed away, and that anyone inside stayed there.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 1:21 pm
The door lifted so slowly that the old doctor had
contemplated lifting it himself rather than waiting so long.
His anxiety rose to such a high peak that when the door finally
stopped he found himself immediately peeking his head inside
to try and see through all the icy fog that poured out of the capsule.
Scott looked up from the computer screen and over to the pod,
pushing the fog out of his face so he could see. The figure that
lay inside didn't move for what seemed like hours on end that
Scott had decided that she had succumbed and died during
her cryostasis. He was getting ready to speak up when an
arm flew out of the pod and grabbed hold of the old man's
collar. The force was so great that it stunned him and made him
let out a yelping sound as he slouched over, almost to his knees.
Scott swung open a nearby cabinet and pulled out a loaded M6A Handgun.
He held it pointed and ready to far and would have not
wasted a single moment if it weren't for the doctor holding out
his hand motioning him to put it down.
"It's alright, Scott. She's only startled, that's all. Just put it down..."
Hesitantly, the bewildered scientist moved the handgun 'till
it was lying at rest near his waist. He watched as the rest of the
ghostly figure stepped out of the pod; first her right foot, then her left,
until she was fully out and standing before the old doctor, her
snake-like grip still clasped onto his collar. She could have
killed him right then and there if not for his gentle voice calling out to
her, trying to trigger her memory.
"Dee....it's me, Doctor Bolero. You remember me, don't you?
It took her a few moments but when she finally realized who he
was, who she was, Dee removed her hand from his shirt collar
and took a step back. Her balance wasn't the best in the world
so when she had almost fallen over, Scott stepped in and
stopped her before she fell. She looked up at his face trying
to think of who he was, but failed. Her gaze fell back onto the
doctor who was holding out his hand to her, a large, warm
smile on his face now.
"Welcome back, Dee. 'Time we got you up to speed."
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 8:01 pm
"Get inside! Go! Go! Go!"
It was the last thing O'Connol had heard before he went into full combat mode; everything was tuned out, even his superior officer. This was one reason he had become a part of the O.D.S.T.'s, and the only reason that the boy was still alive. When under such heavy fire the Irishman became like a virtual version of the ancient movie character, Rambo. With intense tunnel vision he sprinted forward, his boots planted firmly against the hot white rooftop. Johnathon Harper, O'Connol's right-hand man and best friend was right there at his side, enveloped in the fight as well. As explosions shook the ground below their feet, they aimed for the huge window panes that made up a large section of the roof, panes that were elevated six inches above the roof making a lip.
O'Connol and Harper didn't glance at each other to know what to do. Like all ODSTs, the two of them lived on the edge at all times, but sometimes... well, sometimes they liked to jump. Both ODSTs lept into the air above the window panes, gripping their Silenced SMGs tightly in their hands. As they came down on the glass, instead of stopping their bodies broke through and into the room below. A shower of glass fell to the carpet as both men landing on the balls of their feet, rolled, and stood up. The entire time an intense whoosh resounded in O'Connol's ears, like bullets being fired right past his ears, so he didn't hear the yells of the Insurrectionists as they were peppered with the tiny shards of glass. O'Connol brought his SMG to bare and squeazed the trigger three times in two seconds, dropping three Innies; Harper did the same. O'Connol walked over to the bodies and one by one placed a boot on their neck and placed a shot sloppily in their head until he was satisfied with the result. "Clear" he said before walking into the center of the room. Johnathon checked the bodies of the other three Innies and grunted audibly, "Clear." The whoosh sound died down and he clicked his COM.
"All clear!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 6:10 pm
After the doc and assistant, Scott, took some
time to lay down the rules for the newly thawed "Dee" they
made sure to cover all they knew about the Human-Covenant
War and the turning point with the Elites becoming their alien
allies. They even took the liberty in getting her familiar with
Sierra 117, the Master Chief. She seemed very enthusiastic about
him and the part he played during the war. After all, he was now
and idol of courage throughout the entire UNSC and it was only
right to show this particular spartan a great deal of respect even
when someone mentioned his name.
Scott had escorted Dee into their test room where she was taken
on a quick tutorial over the basic use of weapons and UNSC technology,
which, by instinct, was already quite familiar with them, including Covenant weapons that
Doctor Bolero had so kindly kept for safe keeping. She was up 'n' running in
almost no time and had a small comm link implanted
into her ear. Of course, it was removable but seemed
easier to have rather than a larger ear piece. This way either
the Doc or Scott could reach her and keep a constant tab on where she was and what she was doing at all times. For most teens this
would have been just another "overly-protective father routine" but for Dee, well, she really didn't mind. After all, she wasn't just another
teen down the street.
The farewells were short and to the point, with a few "good luck's" and "be careful's" in between words as Dee rode the elevator
upwards into the hanger. Strapped to her back was a MA5C Assault Rifle and hanging from her heavy duty belt were 2 Frag grenades and a M6C Magnum Sidearm. She adjusted her goggles
at her forehead and climbed aboard the nearest vehicle; a mongoose. Lightweight, fast, and perfect for off-roading. This
had to be her favorite thing to drive and as she let the engine roar to life the doctor spoke through the comm.
"Hold on, Dee. There seems to be some kind of rebellion going on in the streets....Dee! Stay at your position! Defend the HQ!"
Dee nodded her head as though the doctor was standing in front
of her, giving her the orders, and revved up the motor of the mongoose. She was prepared to do a full sweep of the area surrounding the HQ and decided that that kind of tactic would
call for a different assortment of weapons; she tossed the assault rifle aside and equipped herself with a pair of SMGs.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 7:42 pm
Environmental Post
Insurrectionists (Rebels) charge through the streets from every direction; hundreds of thousands of men, women, and children begin assaulting the Illisium UNSC HQ. The boast weapons of all ages and make from pre-Great War to Covenant weaponry, as well as several make shift vehicles and a few comandeered Scorpion tanks.
Orders: Defend the Illisium UNSC HQ at all costs!
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 11:13 pm
The AI continued playing on her mute instrument as a sudden explosion of activity shook one of the many observation screens in Illisum HQ. On Lee's personal console, the name of the on-site XO popped up. As it did, slivers of weapons fire began to flash across the many monitors, raining down on the barricading forces who were caught very ill-prepared. The connection to his XO cut off as the captain's vitals spiked and then flatlined.
Red triangles began appearing everywhere. First a handful, then dozens, then hundreds clouded the screens as hostiles were identified on nearly every building in the area. Various weapon types were identified, ranging in diversity from hunting rifles to full blown Particle Beam Rifles. All Lee could do before the gunfire got worse was yell "Hostiles above!" in order to warn those who hadn't yet noticed the ambush. The marines still onscreen scrambled either for their vehicles or for the bottoms of buildings, most of them successfully dodging the first few bursts of gunfire. Some others were not as lucky, as large explosions of anti-personnel weapons blew out the bottom floors of buildings without damaging their structure, but still decimated those who had attempted to seek refuge within.
The Command Centre was now entering full combat alert, each controller rapidly giving information to the group of marines they were supervising. The holographic map of Illisium buzzed with activity, new red dots constantly appearing as the green ones dispersed or mobilized. As if that wasn't enough, Illisum HQ's alert horn was blaring, the defensive systems having automatically activated in response to a detected lock-on. Outside HQ, a long furrow of explosions and shattered glass flew outwards from a building as the automated turrets cut down a rocket pod deployed from an apartment window.
As the opposing numbers grew ever larger, the impossibility of the situation seemed too much to take. Weapons with absolutely no logical origin or record popped out of nowhere, and vehicles like Scorpion tanks rolled onto the street without so much as identification numbers on their chassis's. Hell had broken loose on New Harmony, and Illisium was definitely ground zero.
"Get the hornets out of there, they won't stand a chance against heavy suppressing fire! Who's closest to the target?!"
One of the many controllers answered, not even looking up from their console. "Privates O'Connol and Harper, sir! Construction schematics put them near a maintenance shaft that drops them 30 feet from the targets."
"Good. Tell them to get the targets, then head for the parking lot exit. Mathers, tell Mitchell the Hornets can't make it and that we'll send an APC convoy for extraction. Have those capable of pulling back do so, we'll pick up everyone else with the armored convoy..."
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In O'Connol and Harper's headsets, their mikes crackled to life as Illisium HQ established a connection. The voice of Junior Lieutenant Mathers buzzed in their ears. "O'Connol, Harper, this is LTJG Mathers from Illisium HQ. There's been a change of plans.
Private O'Connol, there's the grate for an air duct about sixteen feet to your north-east. If you two take it, and scale down the shaft the duct branches to twenty-five feet in, you should be able to go down most of the building to the targets within a minute.
Seeing as how you two are the closest to the targets, we're sending you ahead to secure the targets. Sergeant Mitchell's squad will be right behind you, and the other teams are going to secure the extraction point I'm putting on your TAC-MAP right... now. Satellite scanning shows ten bio-signs in the target room, including your targets. I'll be updating your HUDs in real time, so you should know what's coming before it does."
Of course, that's if I know what's coming. s**t... what was that? Did the entire base just Shake?!
At the same time, Sergeant Mitchell was being notified by another controller. "Sergeant Mitchell, Hornets are pulling out. Airspace is too hot. We're arranging for an armored extraction force to pick you up at the parking lot exit, on the south side of the building. Target locations have been pinpointed and downloaded to your TAC-MAP. Please respond."
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