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"Bravo Two, this is Hawk 4, " the com chirped in his ear.
Shaun's feet were currently holding him in place and he was just complimenting himself and doing a great ab workout. The guard had posted himself 5 meters underneath him ten minutes ago, he didn't know how much longer he could arch his back and hold his upper body up. Using just his adams apple to speak, similar to that of a ventriloquist he responded back the usual:
"Hawk 4, stand by."
He hated when he was interrupted, but he knew that the Captain of the silent helicopter was just doing what was ordered, asking for a situation report every 30 minutes. Shaun smiled to himself, he was happy that they had finally gotten the SI: 67. The Corporation had asked for them two years ago but was told due to funding that it was impossible. The machines could fly into an objective drop the agent where need be, and be out before anyone had tracked them. Amazing technology for his kind of work.
Dripping sweat, Shaun let of a silent sigh, He had to kill the guard or be discovered.
Reaching back into his hip pouch, he grabbed his garrote. Piano chord used to choke and decapitate an enemy. Slowly he lowered himself, hanging upside down, behind the guard. He smelt the man, aftershave and cigarettes, and snapped the garrote around the guards neck. It took 30 seconds for the mans body to become lifeless. dropping down from his hiding place his grabbed the man from under the arms and dragged him into the nearest room.
"Hawk 4, Bravo Two,"
"Hawk 4, Go ahead,"
"Roger, sorry about that had to get rid of some garbage, continuing down to the target,"
"Copy, good hunting."
The line went dead. He could feel his load bearing equipment brushing against the wall. He remembered what his instructor had always told him. One, Never let your guard down. And Two, Never chew gum. He smiled a bit at the last one, everyone did.
He goose stepped his way down the hallway keeping himself low and in the dark shadows. he was lucky that the prison kept the lights so dim at night. He dropped his thermal scope down over his left eye and stopped. Three guards ahead, automatic weapons. He cut left sipping down the adjacent hallway. He had done this 100 times, a 5 year veteran of the Corporation. The Corporation, was well just that. Getting contracts from confidential customers and were paid a substantial amount of money for completing the contract given. There were many parts Accounting, Death Planning, the Rescue Responders, it was hard to remember everything. He had spent 10 years in the military and was hired into the Death Planning area very quickly. After a year of doing things he had done for so many years, he had switched to the Rescue Responders. Better to help people than to kill them.
His contract today, was the rescue that of over a million people, by killing one.
He swept back his blonde hair, he had the standard issue military haircut, but the top had got longer than he liked. he felt the sweat through his glove. The hallway was marked "Sector 7". Exactly were he needed to be. He looked at the labeled doors and saw the number he needed: 312.
"Hawk 4, Bravo 2"
"Hawk 4, go Ahead"
"Roger, Open Cell 312"
"Copy Bravo 2"
At the end of the transmission the cell door unlocked click. The sound echoed down the large corridor, Shaun hissed snapping his head left and right. Drawing one G18 pistol from his holster, he waited there. expecting a huge alarm and 300 armed guards to come around the corner.
"Not a bad way to die" he thought to himself the pistol positioned over his arm. His thermal scope scanned seeing nothing.
Shaun inched his way through the door, only opening it as much as he needed than closing it behind him. He lifted the Thermal scope and searched the cell. Small, the size of a dorm room maybe, with a toilet on one side and a bed on the other. slowly walking to the bed, he lifted the blankets slowly....
((OOC: Anything goes guys Ill be happy to see were this story goes )))
Shaun's feet were currently holding him in place and he was just complimenting himself and doing a great ab workout. The guard had posted himself 5 meters underneath him ten minutes ago, he didn't know how much longer he could arch his back and hold his upper body up. Using just his adams apple to speak, similar to that of a ventriloquist he responded back the usual:
"Hawk 4, stand by."
He hated when he was interrupted, but he knew that the Captain of the silent helicopter was just doing what was ordered, asking for a situation report every 30 minutes. Shaun smiled to himself, he was happy that they had finally gotten the SI: 67. The Corporation had asked for them two years ago but was told due to funding that it was impossible. The machines could fly into an objective drop the agent where need be, and be out before anyone had tracked them. Amazing technology for his kind of work.
Dripping sweat, Shaun let of a silent sigh, He had to kill the guard or be discovered.
Reaching back into his hip pouch, he grabbed his garrote. Piano chord used to choke and decapitate an enemy. Slowly he lowered himself, hanging upside down, behind the guard. He smelt the man, aftershave and cigarettes, and snapped the garrote around the guards neck. It took 30 seconds for the mans body to become lifeless. dropping down from his hiding place his grabbed the man from under the arms and dragged him into the nearest room.
"Hawk 4, Bravo Two,"
"Hawk 4, Go ahead,"
"Roger, sorry about that had to get rid of some garbage, continuing down to the target,"
"Copy, good hunting."
The line went dead. He could feel his load bearing equipment brushing against the wall. He remembered what his instructor had always told him. One, Never let your guard down. And Two, Never chew gum. He smiled a bit at the last one, everyone did.
He goose stepped his way down the hallway keeping himself low and in the dark shadows. he was lucky that the prison kept the lights so dim at night. He dropped his thermal scope down over his left eye and stopped. Three guards ahead, automatic weapons. He cut left sipping down the adjacent hallway. He had done this 100 times, a 5 year veteran of the Corporation. The Corporation, was well just that. Getting contracts from confidential customers and were paid a substantial amount of money for completing the contract given. There were many parts Accounting, Death Planning, the Rescue Responders, it was hard to remember everything. He had spent 10 years in the military and was hired into the Death Planning area very quickly. After a year of doing things he had done for so many years, he had switched to the Rescue Responders. Better to help people than to kill them.
His contract today, was the rescue that of over a million people, by killing one.
He swept back his blonde hair, he had the standard issue military haircut, but the top had got longer than he liked. he felt the sweat through his glove. The hallway was marked "Sector 7". Exactly were he needed to be. He looked at the labeled doors and saw the number he needed: 312.
"Hawk 4, Bravo 2"
"Hawk 4, go Ahead"
"Roger, Open Cell 312"
"Copy Bravo 2"
At the end of the transmission the cell door unlocked click. The sound echoed down the large corridor, Shaun hissed snapping his head left and right. Drawing one G18 pistol from his holster, he waited there. expecting a huge alarm and 300 armed guards to come around the corner.
"Not a bad way to die" he thought to himself the pistol positioned over his arm. His thermal scope scanned seeing nothing.
Shaun inched his way through the door, only opening it as much as he needed than closing it behind him. He lifted the Thermal scope and searched the cell. Small, the size of a dorm room maybe, with a toilet on one side and a bed on the other. slowly walking to the bed, he lifted the blankets slowly....
((OOC: Anything goes guys Ill be happy to see were this story goes )))
