[b]0237[/b] 

“Sir, the facility appears to not be heavily guarded. There are about forty guards stationed outside - they appear to not be affiliated with any nation or army. We assume they’re mercenaries.” 

“Or… they’re not dressed in uniform in order to appear that way.” Lt. Colonel Evans was not impressed as he sat in the command centre, aboard the Bureau aircraft. “Captain, what else is there as far as the facility goes? How many entrances are there? Do we know of anything inside?”

Captain Farris, a large hulking man, known for fighting on the front, with nothing but his fists and some augmentation - he was rather large, roughly seven feet tall. He dwarfed Colonel Evans by comparison. “We couldn’t see anything without alerting their men. However, there are four entrances to their facility and there seems to be a large amount of electromagnetic radiation being admitted from it.” He was reading from the report. “There are four towers used to vent fumes. From what we can tell, they’re only active during the time between noon and five o’clock PM.”

“Then we’ll incur from all four entrances, simultaneously, and send drones down the vents - incase they have security in place, I don’t want to lose any men in this attack.” He turned away from one of the screen he’d been observing, showing a live feed of the facility. Facing Captain Farris, “Go.” He ordered. 

Farris snapped to attention, clicking his heels together, “Sir!” He said, saluting. He turned and left the room, getting his com out and ordering his men to move in. The rest of the room, filled with SND officers and other Bureau military officials, broke into chatter as everyone began ordering their men to do various things, over their coms. Many others in the room took control of Anatomically Correct Combat Drones, also known as ACCDs. 

The enforcement unit made use of the darkness and the new moon, wearing all black with night vision visors, they moved in. They were all equipped with the new muscular disruption guns as well as conventional firearms. After the guards were taken out, it only took about twenty seconds for the alarms to kick on and the facility began to go into lockdown mode. More soldiers began pouring out of the entrances, challenging the SND forces. The battle didn’t take long, especially after the ACCDs made their way into the vents - the enemy forces were taken by surprise and quickly neutralized.

[b]0312[/b]

After the base was secured and the AN-225 was within the dropzone, Roy climbed into one of the Hueys in the cargo bay. “Foster, I hope you know what you’re doing.” Roy announced over the com, linking the two Hueys together, just before the bay opened and they slid out. Evans had waited significantly less time than Foster to engage his engines. But it didn’t matter, they had dropped from thirty-five-thousand feet, they had plenty of time.

As they approached the base one of the missile towers engaged and fired four projectiles. “Missile lock! Evasive maneuvers!” Foster shouted over the com. Roy dove straight down and came back up above the treetops, two of the missiles collided and the remaining two went after one of the hueys. Roy brought his helicopter into a tight turn, nearly throwing the missile off when Garrett suggested that they fly at each other. Roy saw the logic in the plan and did so. At as they were about to collide, Roy shouted “I’m going left!” And veered off, the missiles collided and the two pilots found a landing spot. Foster landed first. Evans could see the approaching man, and his bodyguard, but couldn’t tell who he was and didn’t recognize him - he was probably just too far away. Roy got a com message that one of the facility’s soldiers had managed to make his way to the missile room and launch the missiles.