Cyan waited, her heart pumping rapidly, adrenaline pumping through her as she waited for the first shot. The shot that would decide when she was to move, to decide when she was to kill. And there it was. The explosion of a bullet leaving a barrel, the sight of a man falling. That was the signal, and she didn't need Garcia to order her to move in. She already knew to do that. She was a veteran at this stage.

"Move in!" Cyan radioed to O'Hennessy, before going guns-up and picking a shot at one of the innies guarding the door as the others engaged the rest. She heard the kid go down, and guessed that O'Hennessy may be a bit distressed at that, however she As she ran for the front door, many thoughts raced through her head. How many contacts would be inside? Would they be armed? Suddenly, a flicker of motion caught her vision. One of the innies that were downed at the door raised his gun, apparently just playing dead. Almost instantly, she tapped him with a single 9.5x40mm M634 Experimental High-Powered Semi-Armor-Piercing round, and he fell dead. Cyan then moved to the side of the entrance, signalling to O'Hennessy to breach.