[u][b]Project Freelancer Facility[/b][/u]

“Sir, is this wise? I mean, what if you’re captured? This is a violation to the treaty.”

“Relax, I just want to see this prototype power armour they are producing.”

“Well at least let me go through the extraction plan.”

“There won’t be a need for an extraction plan. I will slip in then out again. – Just watch me.”
The radio then cut off.

Respirator breathing filled the elevator shaft as Director Baxter abseiled down by his feet at a constant speed, his visor scanning the shaft for any entry points. In his helmet ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ by Guns and Roses was playing. After a few floors he found what he was looking for. Pressing his mask the doors wined open and Baxter swung himself through them, disconnecting from the rope as he did so, striking a pose. A small round of applause came from his radio, clearly his operator was impressed.

Down the hall way were two guards and Baxter quickly entered the utility cupboard before they spotted him, he looked around for anything that he could use. His attention stumbled upon a cardboard box and he pondered for a moment. 

‘Don’t be silly that’ll never work’ He said to himself as he left the room, pulling out both of his pistols and firing shock darts into the guards’ necks, only rendering them unconscious. He then floated down the hall to check for any oncoming guards. When the coast was clear he then searched for some access point and placed a small device onto it.

But then the alarms began to sound. 

“Urr... Command. About the extraction plan?”