"GOC, 7-1. Terra 2 has passed Courter. Over"
Satellite Imagery shows the black and grey terrain of the run-down Communication Station. Two Teams of three, white flashing specs. Converging near the exit on the Eastside.
The Westside is swarming with faint shadowy specs with undeniable dust or dirt kicked from their run towards the main complex. Along with other heat signitures showing attacks from possible PMCs or CSMs (City State Militaries). As the unknowns engage with the shadows.
"Copy 7-1. be advised unknowns teams have also arrived on seen, Over" the operator reports as she crosses of the third last name on the clipboard.
The group safely makes its way straight to the Research Facility ahead of them.
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The crunching boot steps of leafs halts in urnisons, as all six shadowy figures hunkers down in position to scan the facility perimeter.
"GOC. 7-1 here. We've Passed Krumpet. We've spotted MRLS weapons in the Vehicle Bay. Over..."
"Confirm 7-1, we have eyes on multiple WR-40 Polish MRLS within the AO possibly more. However, they still out of range. Over"
"GOC. whats their time of arrival"
"ETA 10 mics out before they are within range. Over"
They cautiously made their way down the Loading Bay. While gunning a few screechers in the way as they ended up at the main gate of the facility.
"7-1 to GOC. Area Secured, moving to SSE" He turns to Terra 2 "Hold the Loading Bay, we don't need surprises creeping on our backs"
Storm affirms, barking for Griffin and Hunter to get into guard position,with the brief exchange over, they slide the keypad and the gates open with blaring sirens and whizzing steams.
Team One silently made their way through, quickly skimming the office area for hostiles while pacing rapidly towards the lab section.
"7-4 has Contact! Mercs in the bay! Over!"
"7-4. Do you require assisstance. Over?" Bask ask as his team maintained vigilance as they power walk through the Quarantine Section
"Negative, We can handle'em. Over"
Bask leads his team forward, shifting through hallways, dispatching Screechers and hiding from "dangerous anomalies". Until they finally enter the restricted section of the facility.
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"Over there" Raze says inclining to a red glowimg rock in the center of the plateform "all hells gonna break loose once we snatch it out"
"prep the container" Long Eel places the box near the plateform waiting for the word "...Get it"
The moment the artifact was taken off the plateform. The entire facility went red with alarms blaring and flashing orange sirens.
"Lets Go!" Bask commands, as all three of them began sprinting out the restricted zone and into the quarantine section. "Raze take the rear! me and Long Eel will act as vangaurd!"
The two operatives reply with affirmations before they stopped in front of a locked double door.
The radio crackles alive with immediete gunfire "Terra 1! 7-4, Has Contact! Screechers are swarming the Area!" Storms warning was accompanied by numerous inhuman screeches resounding in the background "Terra 2 is falling back. The Vehicle Bay is compromised! Over!"
"Wilco. RP at entry two, We are leaving! Over" Bast orders swiping the keypad green before they busted through the doors
"Squad Lead! we got Incoming!" Raze cries over the automatic gunfire, followed by numerous screeches echoing down the narrow corridors behind them "Shit! need to reload! pulling back!"
The screeching cries grew louder when the glass walls of the labs smashes from the force of a group of screechers who appeared to have been attracted to the cries of their brethern. However, the screechers sudden appearance in the fromt has effectively cut off two of the only exits out of the Quarantine Block.
"Fuck! Long Eel. Cover the Rear! We have to punch through these fucks Now!" Bast shouts wasting a couple of screechers charging from the front at the far end of the hall
Acknowledging, Long Eel positions himself behind a pillar, at the same time Raze is being chased by a dozen screechers in tow.
"Duck!!"
Raze rolls under Long Eels line of site which lets the screechers eat the incoming lead as dozens are guned down.
"Fuck! I am out. Reloading!" Long Eel curses disguarding his empty Magazine
"Covering!" Raze calls out as she lets loose a traces of fire into the oncoming screecher waves
"Watch out" a lone screecher manages to brave the storm using his comrades bodies as meat shields
Long Eel jumps back as a Screechers slashing claws have obliterated the pillar, the creatured jerks back with a puff of blood in its head
"This way!" he says dragging long eelbto his feet as they to the exit
"Frag out, Motherfuckers!" Raze tosses the grenade into a lab with a couple of large propane tanks
busting through the office area, they are met with hails of bullets coming from the flank
"Drop them!!" Barks a Mercenary leader, as his men began to Fire down on the Terra One
Then the Contracters collapse rapidly one after the other as a new group appears from the loading bay
"We got'em! Com'on Let's Go!" Storm Urges "WR-40s have already shelled a position not far from here"
Meaning Krakow or Gdansk military units are nearby to retake this facility.
Screecher cries resounded from the rear, along with countless of rushing stomps and crashes of funiture. Urging the struggling Team to dash for it. As they near entry two, rythemic gunfire is heard on the otherside of the door.
"Fuck! we won't have ammo to make it to the Exfil Point!"
"No need, Sir.." he busts open the door revealing three upgraded humvees. Their mounted gunners and disembarked troops fired into the horde "Terra Three and Four came here on their own"
"You guys are a sight for sore eyes" Bask says relieved as everyone quickly climbs into the vehicles
"GOC this is 7-7. Package secured, mission complete. RTB. Over" Tiger says on the radio as the Humvee began speeding out
"Roger that, 7-7. Be advised, package signiture is drawing in Hostiles, so you better haul Ass back to base. Over..."
To Be Continued
