The blackhawk bounced clumsily on the tarmac of the helipad, causing Colonel James Erwin to utter a curse as he grabbed something solid to stop himself from falling. "What kind of landing was that?" he shouted in the direction of the cockpit. "S.A.S my ass, how did a maggot like you find its way into my outfit?" 

"Sorry sir," the pilot replied. James didn't hear the [i]arse hole[/i] mumbled shortly after. 

The Colonel jumped onto the helipad, flanked by six of his black-clad soldiers. They moved across it with customary discipline; guns high, and footwork smooth. They didn't know what they were walking into, but they knew it wasn't good. They'd been conducting a survey of the Zone when a call came in from base, the message was as cryptic as it was horrifying. 

[i]"This is Captain Ranger, the Prisoner is killing my men, need back-"[/i] followed by a gut wrenching scream and static. 

The Colonel and his team reached the stairs, and descended into the B.H.C.U's forward operating base. Brickwork gave way to the sheen of metal panels, as they made their way into the network of the FOB's corridors. Everything looked as they had left it; no blood or spent shell casings. Not wanting to waste time, the Colonel led his team from the front, charging on towards the Inteligence and Security room. 

He pushed his hand against a scanner besides the heavy blast doors, and they hissed open. The room was empty, chairs carelessly pushed aside, and a red light pulsing in the background. Other than that, it looked in good shape. James allowed himself a bit of relief - perhaps the situation had been contained? 

A quick glance of the security monitors crushed that relief however. Their grainy black and white images revealed dark blood stains, dismembered corpses and bullet holes in the areas beyond the intelligence room. 

"Christ," he muttered. "How did it escape? And how did it kill so many of my men?" 

The team continued onwards, exiting the security room, and stepping over the bodies of their fallen comrades. The members of the B.H.C.U were hardened combat veterans, but that didn't stop some of them from gagging at the sicking sight of so many dead. They tracked the carnage all the way back to the holding cell, and the lab, where they found half the science team strewn about in various death poses. 

"Shit," the Colonel muttered.

The Prisoner's tracks ended at the entrance to the sanitation network, where two of the Colonel's men were slumped against the wall with grievous wounds - the barrels of their guns still smoking.

"Get a word out to the Senator," the Colonel said bitterly to his men. "We need Bravo Team here stat, tell him we're going after the Prisoner in force."

It would be an hour before Bravo team arrived to replace the losses the Colonel had sustained, but then he'd be ready to march out into the zone and re-apprehend the bastard that had torn apart his crack fighting unit.