Cassie took her Mk14 and chambered it, loading it up with non-lethal tranquilizer rounds as she was specifically directed to do so. The only lethal thing on her body was her fists, as well as a knife just in case things got a little bit too close for comfort. Lucky for those who decided to cross her, she knew where it hurt most without actually killing them. It was straight out of something from Metal Gear Solid. Being sneaky, non-lethal, close quarters? It was very uncanny. The fact that Cassie had herself a Beretta M9A1 loaded up with less-than-lethal tranquilizer rounds as well was also a clear indication. The most annoying thing about having that Beretta was that she had to manually chamber it, kinda like a bolt action rifle. It was all in the expense of stealth, unfortunately justifying the extra tight suit that she had on. It was tighter than anything she had ever worn, and believe her, she had worn some pretty tight stuff in her lifetime. But at the same time, it was oddly very comfortable. Since this was Cassie, she was loaded to the teeth - and when things needed to get loud she had a shotgun. Before anyone from the higher-ups would freak out, it was loaded with beanbags, something that wouldn't kill someone immediately. Incapacitate? Yes. Kill? No. Cassie got herself ready as the helicopter approached the staging location, taking in a deep breath as she would be immersed into a situation where she exceled. 

As Martin counted down, Cassie stood up, rolling her neck and hopping around as if she were warming up for a boxing match or something. This was just regular business for her. As she checked her gear once more, she stood in front of the door waiting to parachute out of the helicopter. As the time approached, Cassie jumped out of the helicopter, getting into the proper formation as she became airborne and floated in the air like an eagle of sorts. She was going to get real close to the building in some time, but she had to open her parachute as low as possible so she could have the most incognito entrance ever. She felt the wind in her face, wishing that insertion would a different way since she hated skydiving. But that was the wish of the group so that was what she had to comply with. Soon enough, the building was in sight and Cassie put her hand on the rope that would open up the parachute. She held out her right arm, watching her GPS/watch count how many feet she was away from her destination. It was set so that she would be told when to open it at the lowest possible. That point was coming up soon, and her timing was perfect as she pulled it open, being bolted back violently as she slowed down. Everything was looking smooth from here, except for one teensy bitty little thing. Where she was projected to land there was a guard standing there. Granted he was oblivious because he was blasting music, but Cassie could not land without getting detected. She only had one option. As Cassie closed in, she stuck out her feet, pulling down on her parachute. It was the most elaborate dropkick ever as her boots collided with the guard's back, knocking him forward as she unlatched from her parachute kit. She landed forwards before rolling so that she could face the guard she knocked over. Whipping out her Beretta immediately, she shot him in the head and knocked him out almost immediately. There was some cleanup involved in this, but it was fine. She just threw everything underneath some weird box and continued on her way.

"Liberty reporting in, on the way to the objective."