[b]Field Commander Daniel Graves 
Acheron Recovery Services Bunker
Airfield
Silent Mountain, Montana[/b]

Daniel had slumped in his seat at the rear of the first helo. Eyeing the last arrival as the Italian stowed his deciding unregulation phone away in a pouch. 

[quote=@Dyelli Beybi]
 "So we just work on the assumption the journalists are enemy combatants?" he queried, having translated Norr's briefing in his mind to mean 'kill the journalists'.[/quote]

Graves cast a double glance at Fabian. Incredulity mixing with disbelief. 

"No..." He drew the word out. "... the enemy combatants are the science experiments that overran the facility. The Concealment Team will take care of the journalist. Just holler if you see them." 

A slight sense of vertigo as the helo began to lift off. The rest of the birds following; leaving the landscape of Montana behind. Graves settling into his seat for the duration of the flight time. 

A short nap was in order. 

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[b]Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility 
Utah[/b]

One would wonder why when making a desert based complex; Obsidian Dynamics had constructed the metal and glass architectural monstrosity. The dark colored metals and tinted glass seeming to suck in the heat and sun of the daylight. At least that was Daniel's take as he stood in the parking lot. 

MK18 slung casually as the horde of Direct Action shooters spread out in front of him. Buffeted by the winds of the helos that had landed in the half full parking lot. Sports cars, SUVS and junkers alike sprayed in a fresh wave of sand as the three helos touched down. 

Which was definitely [i]not[/i] the plan but Graves would deal with that later. For now his eyes took in the building; the polarized glass hiding whatever chaos had been done inside. Though the main entrance doors concerned him. Mainly the crumpled sections that looked as if something had tried to punch its way [i]out[/i] of the fortified main doors. Kilo team reporting a similar happenstance on the Loading Bays. 

Which meant that whatever was inside was still inside. Contained at the very least. 

It also meant that they would now have to open up the building to get at it. And risk potentially letting it out if they failed. 

Graves gave a sigh as his vision was flooded with that damn precognition. A brief flurry of images and sensations that he had would decipher later. For now all he knew was that he would have to open it up. 

"Well let's get this over with." He motioned for someone to begin the breach. The Direct Action Teams Lima and Juliet tensed. The snipers and machine gunners having bounded off into the desert to set up their positions. 

"Shouldn't we try to minimize our impact on the policy holder's?" Graves couldn't tell whether Norr was trying to backstop herself or just get back at him. He met his ex's face with a smile, not that she could see it under his gas mask.

"Of course. Grande, Stokes. Blow the door open...respectfully please."