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Jackson Hurley smacked his lips together after letting out a rather impressive yawn from his nap in an oversized chair in the lounge quite a few yards underground. It took him a couple seconds to regain his bearings, and then notice that he was alone. He decided to stretch out his limbs a bit before practically rolling onto his feet and shuffling towards a small kitchen area, making himself a cup of coffee. As he leaned against the counter, waiting for his caffeine fix to finish its preparations, Jax pulled out his SHIELD issued phone and looked at its screen. There was a single message waiting for him, from the only friend he had left in the organization. His eyes narrowed as he tried to process the warning, before the realization began dawning on him: Hydra was here. Jackson bolted out of the kitchen, heading back to the lounge to begin assembling his gear. He had his sidearm loaded, simple armor and helmet on, and SCAR in his hand as he made his way towards the elevator, stopping for a moment as a smile spread across his lips.

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The elevator door opened up on the floor below the penthouse and Jackson stepped out, decked out with a few more choice weapons. A grenade launcher, shotgun, and LMG were added to his current arsenal. At the end of the leftmost hallway, heavily armed SHIELD agents were in the midst of a sweep, and aimed their guns at Jackson. The former agent strained slightly to hold the LMG in one hand, slightly craddled, as he pulled out his old SHIELD credentials. [color=39b54a]"Wait! Hydra is in the building. My name is Jacks-"[/color] The SHIELD agents looked towards each other and gave a small smile before turning back to Jax, cutting him off. [color=gray]"We know."[/color]

Jackson barely dove out of the way before they began unloading bullets into the spot he was just in. Sling saw the impact they had on the wall and sighed. [i]Armor Piercing. They meant business. Guess this is justified then.[/i] Sling took a deep breath before getting to his feet and hoisting his beheamoth of a weapon, rounding the corner and unloading upon the hostiles. A mist of blood lingered momentarily as he eased off the trigger and what was left of the targets fell to the ground. Sling began walking down the hallway speedily, making his way to the stairwell near the end and kicking the door open.

A level below, a group of SHIELD agents in full SWAT gear turned their weapons up towards Jackson, who almost immediately responded with gunfire. He needed to get out of here as quickly as possible. But as the agent looked down the stairwell, he saw what could only be described as a small army rushing up the stairs and beginning to exchange gunfire. Sling knew a losing fight when he saw one, and pressed his back against the wall to dodge some of the upcoming fire. He took a moment to plan his next move, before grunting and heading [i]up[/i] the stairs.

Sling shook his head as he reached the penthouse and saw the heavy steel door was locked. He set down the LMG and quickly reached towards his belt, pulling out a very small explosive device. He placed it over the lock, stepped to the side, and pressed a hidden button on his utility belt. The Thermite charge went off, melting its way through through the steel and unlocking the door the "manual" way. Jax pulled out the shotgun and entered into the penthouse in the expectation that Hydra had gotten in there as well.

Of course, he was right. In position behind the furniture in the room were Hydra agents in suits, presumably posing as normal SHIELD agents raiding the room. The bullets penetrated into Sling's armor as he began blowing the hostiles away through their minimal cover. Within mere seconds, what was once a simple lounge was now in complete ruins and devastation. Sling grunted as he tossed the now-empty shotgun aside. A quick look around showed that there was no obvious stairway to the roof, which meant that things would need to be done the hard way.

Jackson tossed a chair out of the nearest window, breaking the glass and allowing Jackson to peek over the edge and look up towards the roof only a story above him. He pulled out a small grappling hook from his utility belt and swung it up with pinpoint accuracy. Once clear, Jackson pressed a button next to the micro-rope and felt as the equipment began churning away as it was lifting him slowly towards the roof. While not quick, it kept his hands free to fetch the grenade launcher off his back just in time for the first of the Hydra soldiers to burst in through the doorway into the penthouse. Jackson fired a grenade towards them, the explosion knocking the operatives back and causing even more damage then expected. A few more were tossed in for good measure as some Hydra soldiers carefully stepped over their fallen comrades, only to be met with an explosive end themselves.

After what had felt like an hour of fighting his way through the hotel, Jackson Hurley was able to scramble his way on top of the rather plain roof. He rested his back on the flat rooftop, reaching to his left side to pull out a small flare gun. He wasn't sure where the others were, but he hoped they were close enough to see him as he fired a green flare into the sky. It arced upwards as Sling unstrapped his bulletproof helmet and took in the fresh air, waiting for someone to find him.