The rain soaked his hardened skin as he crouched as low to the ground as he could next to Golem. Leinhart was anxious. Perhaps it was the monster that he had possessed that was making him crave to break cover and rush forward to tear apart the armor and flesh of the New California Republic Rangers that adorned the walls of the airport. To coat himself in their organs, crush their bones between his teeth, and send the surrounding troopers into a frenzy of fear that would cause them to scatter from the monster before them only to be slaughtered a few seconds later as the very thing they ran from outran them and forced them to endure a slow painful death. To lose control...that was what he was told, nay, ordered to do. Kill every last thing in sight, let the blood fury overtake his body, and not care that there may or may not be friendly entrails hanging from his maw.

His eyes followed a single sniper that was patrolling the wall. Her 50. caliber bolt action Chey-tac intervention sniper rifle held in her hands, her dark red nightvision from her energy-cell powered multi-situational combat respirator headgear piercing the gloom that the storm above created. She would be his first kill, he would make sure of it. If it wasn't for the heavy mist that the storm created, they would have no doubt been discovered by her now. This woman, standing straight and no doubt proud to wear the flag that adorned her back, fully knew that she might die this night. She had no regrets and had no fear of death. To break her and make her fear the death that would come from the razor sharp hands of a deathclaw would bring to him the...greatest of elation. The scene playing out time and time again in his mind while he waited in the muck. His breathing was slow and steady, but even then he shook a little as the anticipation of battle grew.

Not much longer now....

_______

Mentally preparing himself for the slaughter that was about to play in his scope, Deathstroke made his way to the top of his building. Standing atop it, with rain pouring down from above and soaking this hat and helmet, he looked around, his inner sniper getting the better of him. He spied a better location, a higher building, a short distance away. Turning from the comrade he had come up the building with, he ran towards the edge of the apartment complex and leaped off, crossing an alleyway and rolling onto the next building. Keeping the momentum, he ran up the wall of another building and ran across it's roof, making his way into the higher apartment complex via the fire-escape and moving to the roof. He kept quiet as he moved up the three hundred year old rickety staircase, moving to the top to take a better position. He had a much better grasp of the landscape here and could see into the enemy base should he choose to do so.

He took several steps as he set up, placing his rifle onto the ground, setting up the glare-tent around the position he would snipe from to keep the lens from being reflected off of by the lightning and the lights from the base. He used a washcloth to clean off the water that had gathered on the rifle and he put the scope onto the rail. He lowered the tripod and set it onto the edge of the roof and maneuvered it and the tent so that he could get the best line of sight onto the base. He saw the sniper emplacements and mentally recorded each one as they moved from position to position. He saw that the lights in the airport was still active and casting a dim glare that concealed some parts of the base from view due to the storm creating a mist. Accounting for it, he pulled back the bolt on the rifle, loaded in the clip of high velocity .444 Marlin rounds. He then grabbed a bullet from his shoulder, cleaned it of water residue and placed it into the chamber, locking the bolt firmly in place. Finally, he placed his remaining magazines of .444 Marlin rounds onto the ground next to the rifle, just underneath the tent, right there for when he does empty the one in the rifle. 

Now that his sniper was ready to fire, he got onto one knee and closed his eyes, breathing deeply and listening to the rain. A personal practice he did before a large battle to prepare himself mentally for the challenge ahead, taking a state of mind to quickly compensate for the world changing around him and kill the targets that were before him. He was glad that he had Ginger along to command the other snipers. He tended to be very quiet while he focused, intent on doing what the Enclave trained him to do.

Kill.

___________

Moving close to Winter, she took cover with him next to the wall. He looked to her for confirmation to his previous statement. She took a moment to make several hand signs that spelled out the words "Shut the fuck up, you nutter." She then hit him on the back of the head and took the lead. She wasn't called "Whisper" for nothing, and lead Winter to the outside of the barracks. Inside, snoring and snorting could be heard as the three dozen or so soldiers inside slept peacefully, unaware that death was just outside the window. She motioned for the bomb that was on his back so they could blow up the barracks and make it easier for the other soldiers.that were attacking. But he refused. She threatened to kill him here and now, but he signed that the explosion could do too much damage outside of the comms tower. Sighing to herself, they came to the corner of the barracks. Their target was just across the airfield. In the middle of it actually, but several soldiers were on nightwatch. Thankfully, the Enclave had given them Stealth-boys MK-IIIs. The best version of the stealthboy yet with a shorter time, but it didn't burn out-instead recharging quick on it's own-but without any negative side-effects. Even without the schizophrenia of the MK-I. They activated their cloak and sprinted across the field, keeping low to the ground. They slipped between the patrols and made their way inside the tower. Just as they walked in, their stealth-boys failed and they became uncloaked. There were but a few personnel inside the tower, putting Whisper's Machete and Axe to good use.

Once the group was dealt with, they made their way to the basement where they would be able to access the detonation point for Winter's Improvised Explosive Device. Covering the door while he went to plant the IED, she couldn't help but think to herself while she waited. Sitting in the darkness of the room, the sound of the thunder piercing even the concrete walls around her, she couldn't help but be a little solemn about the situation. Sure they were in extreme danger and being caught would mean their death and the Enclave's loss against the NCR, with the NCR army possibly pushing north into canada and hunting down the Enclave again, but she felt calm still. Things like this were starting to become routine for her, the killing, the infiltration, the sabotage. It was easy for her to do and she didn't mind that fact. From what the therapist has helped her come to realize is that that kind of thought and conclusion is most likely horrible for her and her health. But then again, deep inside her, she knew.

She knew that she didn't care.