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Aleksandr was driving around town. Mindlessly listening to the police scanner for the next scoop. There was a drug raid across from a pizzeria, but he was far more interested in what he heard of next. Reports of a scuffle at a warehouse, that he had been keeping tabs on for a while. As far as he knew, it was a lab of dubious origin. He knew the type. He was building a case to get them shut down, but they were a professional operation. Every time he got too close, they moved. Police tended to steer clear of these sites, almost like they were being paid to look the other way. So it was interesting that the address was mentioned at all on the police scanner. As he expected, it was glossed over by dispatch, so Sasha made it his night's mission to investigate. He changed lanes and started his way towards the old warehouse. 

Entering the warehouse, Sasha was greeted with a crime scene. Bodies strewn across the floor. He noticed that all the bodies were uniformed. Most in security, but some in scientist garb. He found it odd. He knelt down next to one of the bodies. Inspecting its wounds. Brutal. The arm was nearly torn clean off. A feat of super human strength. He glanced over his shoulder, surveying the room. Piecing together what had transpired here before he arrived. [color=FF00EA]"Someone was angry."[/color] He said to himself. HE turned to another body, only to find a bullet hole. [color=FF00EA]"Interesting."[/color] He inspected the wound. His mind doing a number of calculations. The wound was pf a .45 ACP round. Though something was off. Exit wound seemed a little off. He checked the weapons of the dead security forces. 9mm handguns and 5.56×45mm NATO cartridge assault rifles. The shooter wasn't one of the guards. Which meant that mister angry pants had an accomplice. His mind moving a million miles a second. Piecing together what had transpired. That's when it him him. Subsonic rounds. Whoever had raided this place were professional, or at least very sneaky. 

With that, Aleksandr heard two van pull up out front. Thinking quick, he ducked into a supply closet. Unholstering the 9mm he had on his left side, he pulled a suppressor from his pocket and began fastening it. He knew he didn't have long. He figured it would be the clean up crew for the lab. Come to clear up any evidence that it had ever existed. Peeking through the crack in the door, he saw two people enter in full hazmat suits. They began dousing the bodies in some form of accelerant. A third person entered, also in hazmat, and walked straight up to one of the computer terminals and started copying files over to a portable hard drive. 
Stepping out from the supply closet, he fired twice into the heads of the cleaners pouring gasoline, before turning and firing again just as the third cleaner had turned to investigate. Sasha then walked over and pushed the cleaner's body off the console, and finished copying the files. Taking the hard drive for himself, he exited the warehouse. Mercilessly shooting the fourth and final cleaner in the head as he exited the building. Holstering his gun, he walked the half a block to his car and sat in the driver's seat. Sasha grabbed his laptop from the glovebox and plugged in the hard drive to see what intel he had just stolen.