Indigo stood in the center of a street, staring into a complex. The glass doors were completely shattered, and there were clear burn marks around it- indicating an explosive device used to 'open' the glass doors. Unnecessarily sloppy, in Indigo's opinion. Whoever these people were they wanted in and out very quickly.
He was mildly surprised he had been sent here, instead of the developing situation at the ball drop. But he had no doubt several other heroes would be on the scene, and he'd grown used to working alone. Something about going it alone had an allure to him. Easier stealth, the joy of victory... No more fear of loss...
He shook his thoughts away. He surveyed the opening further, focusing on the vans. Probably used to reach here, the question was, would they be used to get away? Hopefully. He only had enough shaped charges for one enemy-killing explosion. If they didn't take the vans he'd have to improvise a bit more. Assuming they took the vans? Well, his job got a whole lot easier.
He approached the vans quickly, his boots making not a sound on the concrete. He approached the gas tank of the center van and pulled a small item from his belt. He shaped it quickly, placing it on the underside of the vehicle. He set it to receiver channel one- and his detonator the same. He went around to the other vans, placing explosives on their gas tanks- All receiver channel one.
"Shaped charges, a man's best friends." He thought to himself, moving past the vans and approaching the complex. He crouched, outside of the doors, hiding in a bush rather unceremoniously. He pulled out his assault rifle screwing a silencer on. It would turn the weapons barking fire into a barely audible cough. He thought for a moment before inserting an cartridge of shredder rounds, designed for tearing through flesh and light armor. Unless these guys were kitted out with anything better than low grade kevlar they'd be destroyed by a burst of them, internal organs torn apart.
He stayed in the bush, waiting for his prey to come out.