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[Pencil_Art]

The soft growl of the VTOL's engines enters a quite whir as the thrust is angled to face the ground, scarcely disturbing the surroundings of the full moon night. The pilot expertly handles the machine, keeping it hovering above the ground as the team inside slide expertly down on black ropes. There is no evidence of the friendly banter that was held only minutes ago as the vehicle flew over to it's destination, and the suited men and women quietly head towards the curiously quiet neighborhood that is their own objective. The VTOL then hovers quietly over to a safe distance, and watches the events through the helmet-cams of the squad.

.  .  .  .

It's radio silence time. When everybody uses hand signals and it looks like a classic stealth movie. 'Hitman' leads the squad while 'Maman' brings up the rear. It's really a big mystery to you about some of these names. You mostly refer to these people by their assigned names, and so does everyone else. Real names are something conserved for times of real strife and trust. After all, getting too attached to anybody is no good when they might die anytime. Though the squad you belong to has had a nice streak of zero-casualty ops.

Hitman signals Ironface to take a position against the door of the objective, where the disturbance was last witnessed. Ironface, you think, is a pretty good name for the man. He's absolutely huge, and has a mean face to boot.

You remember the brief for the mission.

"The United States have a job for us" said Hitman. "Somebody.... or something has been killing a bunch of people down in Arizona. The US believes this is a job for us, not domestic police, simply because they have taken out a whole neighborhood by themselves. The US doesn't think their normal corps are up to the task, and their special forces are elsewhere doing odd espionage jobs, so the job's been handed to us. We have very little intel. Reports indicate an unusual heat signature moving through the area. Vision was not good on that night, obviously."

This was said as the team sat in the heavy duty flight chairs of the VTOL. Now that you are at the place, you are filled with apprehension. Hitman's words, "..or something", sit heavy in your mind.

Hitman signals for you to prepare to breach the door, and with a nod of his head the whole team goes safeties-off. Complete silence comes from your radio, and the only outside sound.... in fact, there isn't any outside sound. Not that you can pick up, anyway.

You finger the trigger on your automatic rifle nervously.

It might be a long night.

Wait? What do?

[Digital Hellhound]

You might be in a civvie neighborhood working on minimal intel, but you're a professional, damnit. Take your finger off the damn trigger before there's an accident, go through a few mental exercises to clear your head, and wait for the go to breach. Go in fast and go in ready for anything.

[Sosoku234]

If we have flashbangs, prepare to throw one in. Sit just behind the point man and after the breach, move to the wall and cover the rear.

[Pencil_Art]

You take your trigger off the finger and begin to breathe normally, conscious that you've been holding your breath.

Your name is Mike. Mike Dykenson.

Before you forget, you do have a flashbang. In fact, everybody has one. While you're thinking about it, you make a quick rundown of your equipment this mission. You are carrying a modular automatic rifle, currently equipped with a laser sight (off) and a scope, a flashbang, a frag grenade, and a couple tactical dump pouches of spare ammunition and some food in case the team has to split up and you have to lie low for a bit. You count 7 extra magazines and 5 protein bars, as well as some chocolate. It's good to keep moral high if you have to be away somewhere for a while. You have very nice boots. You also have a pistol, loaded, in it's holster at your side. You are wearing relatively light armor, which should be good for stopping stray shots or bullets of low caliber. You're also the teams field medic, meaning that you carry a rudimentary first aid kit with painkillers, dressing, bandages, and other neat things.

Before you forget, is there anything else you remember bringing?

[Sosoku234]

Balisong comb. You have to look stylish while you save lives, don't you?

[Pencil_Art]

Of course, your very own balisong comb, for smoothing back your greasy black hair for the job. Even if your hair is hidden beneath a helmet on all ops, it's still gotta look good.

You snap back to the present moment just as Ironface smashes open the door with the heel of his steel boot. Everybody files in quickly, and strangely, no resistance is met. Hitman quickly indicates for you, Maman, and another guy (Trigger, you think his name is) to secure the basement, while He, Ironface, and the other two in the team take the rest of the house. Everyone activates thermal imaging.

Maman is already filing down into the darkness of the basement. You quickly move after her, and presently you, trigger, and Maman stand in the lowest level of the house.

Maman indicates that she is taking the bathroom. You and Trigger have to decide between yourselves who takes the bedroom and the rest of the basement (the rest of the room you're standing in).

[Sosoku234]

Rock paper scissors for the bed room.

[Sosoku234]

Rock paper scissors for the bed room.

[Pencil_Art]

You and Trigger exchange fleeting, hand-signaled remarks before moving onto the real business of the day: Rock paper scissors.

As you two are shaking your fists at each other, you wonder what exactly you should play: Rock, paper or scissors?

[origamiscienceguy]

Dynamite. It always wins.

[Sosoku234]

You can never go wrong with Rock.

[StrawBarrel]

Rock.

[Pencil_Art]

You two shake fists at each other, winding up to the point where your fist flashes a powerful, unbeatable rock - just the thing you need to  smash Triggers scissors mightily into the ground. Trigger casts about with dismay as you victoriously and silently walk into the bedroom, cracking the door open moving in.

Through your thermal vision goggles, you can just make out a bed and cupboard, as well as a lamp by the bed on a small table, currently off. Seeing nothing in the room, you make to go back out into the main basement room when suddenly you stiffen, hearing a quiet whump, just in the direction Trigger was checking out.

[MidnightJaguar]

Go and investigate the whump.

[origamiscienceguy]

and then something went WHUMP!
how that WHUMP made us jump!
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get low down before you enter the room, make yourself harder to hit