Drakkhen
NERV Analyst
9:47 PM
Brindisi, Italy
June 16, 2018
The long, smooth grass flattened around them as the helicopter's propellers roared loud in the field. The five soldiers hop out onto the grass, their rifles in hand, each heavily equipped with silenced armaments.
Their squad leader looks at them all as they stand strong in front of him, the helicopter lifting away slowly, flying into the dark sky. "Alright, expect two tangos in the front entrance. There are two towers -- north and south of the entrance -- where there should be snipers. There's a hill west of here, you'll be stationed there." He said, pointing towards their squadrons sniper. "You and I will breach the front entrance, and you two will breach the rear." And with brief nods, they were off into the thick forest towards their targeted locations.
The night sky was dark around them as they quietly surround the front door of the large Italian Villa, the warm wind slowly blowing against them, their other two members at the rear, a quiet, "in position," sounding in all their earpieces. He looks slowly at his squad member with his cold green eyes, his expression stern, his tight black stubble surrounded lips pursed.
He stood hunched by the old wooden door, his HK416-S with vertical fore-grip and red dot sight in his hands, pointed towards the ground. He had an OKC-3S Bayonet sheathed at his left hip, and an M9 holstered at his right hip. His black, thick uniform, covering his bullet proof vest. His helmet concealing his short, black hair, as he placed his right hand on the laser sight on the barrel of his gun to turn it on.
He looked at the soldier across from him, his deep, quiet voice letting out, "ready?" Before promptly nodding.
Brindisi, Italy
June 16, 2018
Terrorist conflict continues
Terrorist threats continue in New York, Toronto, and London, sent anonymously, investigators speculate they could be coming from the terrorist group known solely as, "the Cursed." Many question the legitimacy of these threats, but officials remain on high alert due to the bio-chemical attack on a busy street of London on March 23.
Rumors have been leaked that the source of the videos comes from a small town in Southern Italy, but other sources have claimed another town in Eastern Australia.
Officials refuse to release information, raising tension among citizens of such populated cities; Toronto, London, New York, Paris, Sydney, and many others.
Terrorist threats continue in New York, Toronto, and London, sent anonymously, investigators speculate they could be coming from the terrorist group known solely as, "the Cursed." Many question the legitimacy of these threats, but officials remain on high alert due to the bio-chemical attack on a busy street of London on March 23.
Rumors have been leaked that the source of the videos comes from a small town in Southern Italy, but other sources have claimed another town in Eastern Australia.
Officials refuse to release information, raising tension among citizens of such populated cities; Toronto, London, New York, Paris, Sydney, and many others.
The long, smooth grass flattened around them as the helicopter's propellers roared loud in the field. The five soldiers hop out onto the grass, their rifles in hand, each heavily equipped with silenced armaments.
Their squad leader looks at them all as they stand strong in front of him, the helicopter lifting away slowly, flying into the dark sky. "Alright, expect two tangos in the front entrance. There are two towers -- north and south of the entrance -- where there should be snipers. There's a hill west of here, you'll be stationed there." He said, pointing towards their squadrons sniper. "You and I will breach the front entrance, and you two will breach the rear." And with brief nods, they were off into the thick forest towards their targeted locations.
The night sky was dark around them as they quietly surround the front door of the large Italian Villa, the warm wind slowly blowing against them, their other two members at the rear, a quiet, "in position," sounding in all their earpieces. He looks slowly at his squad member with his cold green eyes, his expression stern, his tight black stubble surrounded lips pursed.
He stood hunched by the old wooden door, his HK416-S with vertical fore-grip and red dot sight in his hands, pointed towards the ground. He had an OKC-3S Bayonet sheathed at his left hip, and an M9 holstered at his right hip. His black, thick uniform, covering his bullet proof vest. His helmet concealing his short, black hair, as he placed his right hand on the laser sight on the barrel of his gun to turn it on.
He looked at the soldier across from him, his deep, quiet voice letting out, "ready?" Before promptly nodding.
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