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The quiet was smothering. The quiet had been there for some time; it had been there since the Flash, it had been there after, and it had been there when the whirring helicopter blades of Alpha Team 416 tore right through it. The stillness of it all was frightening, almost imposing. As though it was all something that ought to be left undisturbed and unshaken, as though God himself feared it. The whirring, heavy blades of Alpha Team 416's Intercopter H-42 broke that quiet, shattered it like glass, upending the silence, and uprooting whatever else the quiet may have kept hidden away underneath it's suffocating reach. The loudness of the aircraft was almost arrogant in a way, as though the whole planet recoiled at the audacity of this Intercopter H-42, the audacity it had to be so [i]damn loud.[/i]  

The quiet had been there, and then all of a sudden, with the sun hanging high in the sky, it wasn't. The Intercopter began it's descent from the sky, falling precariously the way a leaf would from a tree in an autumn chill. The sun diffused behind it, creating something of a halo around the ship. An onlooker might have seen it and been given the impression of a divine intervention, a message from the powers that be, and the truth would not be so far off. As the aircraft touched down, it's landing shock absorbed by the suspension, and the blades began to slow down and eventually stop their furious whirring, the quiet returned, if only just for a moment. But just as quickly as it had returned, it was expelled, as the Intercopter's main door made a hissing noise as the inner chamber decompressed, and the door began to slide open. The door slid on it's rails, revealing the Intercopter's true cargo. A man stepped from the copter onto sliding walk way which had extended from the aircraft, decked head to toe in military garb. With his team behind him, he took one look around at the unsightliness of it all, and promptly tapped his wristpad, radioing in, "This is Alpha 416, we've touched down. I repeat, we've touched down. Control...you're not going to like this."