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[Twinwolf]

"Hm. If we know where Vaquez is, we can set an ambush. What does the paper say?"

[Dampe]

"Hm. If we know where Vaquez is, we can set an ambush. What does the paper say?"

Steele pulls it out and reads it.
"Huh. It's just a name and an address. 'Maria...'"

[Caellath]

"How about we work on the boards? We can search for Maria Magdalena after we survive this." Fakhr pointed out.

[Dampe]

"Alright. Here, let's get to work."

[Dampe]

Meanwhile...

Outside the building, a single man looked up from the shadows.
This must be the place.
He slipped into a nearby alcove and climbed up a flight of stairs, his bulky briefcase knocking against his right knee every time he took a step upwards. He didn't notice. After climbing three flights of stairs, the man emerged on a balcony overlooking the street.
Excellent vantage point.
He set his briefcase down on the ground and dropped to one knee.
Opening the clasps, he began to assemble the custom-built rifle stored inside.
After he had completed that, he removed a single magazine from his pocket and inserted it into the rifle.
Five targets. Five cartridges.
He prided himself on having never missed a shot. After all, he was the best at what he did.
He set up his rifle's bipod and peered through the scope. The blinds were drawn, and he could hear the faint sounds of hammering and the occasional muffled curse word.
No matter, he thought, as he pulled a cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

[Egan_BW]

Defeat three waves of mooks before fighting the Boss.

[Twinwolf]

Continue fortification.

"Hey, I might need a spotter when the attack starts. Anyone think they can do that?" Adriana says to anyone listening.

[Dampe]

Continue fortification.

"Hey, I might need a spotter when the attack starts. Anyone think they can do that?" Adriana says to anyone listening.

Steele speaks up.
"I'll do it. I have the radio, so good visibility would be useful for me too."

[Caellath]

"I'd rather burst anyone who looks funny at me. And at you." Fakhr said. "How long until the air support gets here? We don't know exactly when in the morning they'll attack, so we might want to get them flying before the sun rises."

[Dampe]

Spoiler: Ammunition Check (click to show/hide)

Boyd - (AKM: 30/120) - (P229: 12/24)
Fakhr - (M45: 50/100) - (Helwan: 8/40)
Hanton - (M964 - 20/54) - (Model 29: 6/30)
Slate - (CZ-550: 5/20) - (USP Tactical: 12/32)
Steele - (Galil: 35/70) - (Black Watch Companion: 7/31)

[Dampe]

"I'd rather burst anyone who looks funny at me. And at you." Fakhr said. "How long until the air support gets here? We don't know exactly when in the morning they'll attack, so we might want to get them flying before the sun rises."

"Told Fleet to put the pilots on Alert 5 at 0600. That means we'll have about twenty minutes from the first contact report until our air support gets here. Could be worse. Now, let's get to work."

[Twinwolf]

Adriana reloads all her weapons, before continuing fortification.

[Dampe]

SOF Safehouse
Selva Sur, Tropicana
Approximately 0820, local time.

After pulling an all-nighter, the team managed to finish fortifying the safehouse around 0430. From that point on, team members stood at their positions, waiting for the enemy to arrive. Fakhr and Hanton downstairs (Fakhr covering the front, Hanton the back), Steele, Slate, and Boyd (Who reported that the Scotch had done wonders for his wounded leg, although he didn't want to do anything too risky) upstairs.

"Adriana, that's the seventy-third time you've checked the safety on that rifle, I'm pretty sure it-"
Steele's radio crackled.

<"Renegade, this is Pathfinder, how copy, over?">

Steele removed it from his pocket.

<"Pathfinder, this is Renegade, reading you loud and clear, over.">

<"Renegade, be advised, satellite shows you have a significant group of hostiles approaching your location from the north, and- Hold on. Satellite is picking up large numbers of armed men converging on your position from the south. Looks like they're wearing gang colors. This is about to turn into a real Charlie Foxtrot, Renegade, so stay on your toes out there. Pathfinder out.">

"Ahh, shit," Steele swore, as he fiddled with his radio.

<"Fleet, this is Renegade 1-1 Actual, requesting you scramble Intruder callsign over our AO. We are currently holed up in the SOF safehouse at Grid Reference 010086. All forces surrounding our position are believed to be hostile. Light 'em up, over.">

<"Solid copy, Renegade, dispatching Intruders to your position now. ETA 20 mikes, over.">

<"Roger that. Renegade out.">

Steele stuffed the radio back into his pocket.
"Get ready, guys!"

[Twinwolf]

"Ready. Should I cover North or South?"

[Playergamer]

Boyd stands by the upstairs window, his leg just barely holding his weight, and peers out the window. Not seeing anything, he quickly pulls the flask off of his belt, drinking the very last dregs of the scotch, before putting the flask back on his belt. He then racks his rifle, making sure it's ready to fire. "Damn it feels good to be a gangster, heh."