Prologue Still waters outline an vast and beautiful looking island that resides out in the middle of nowhere. Silence surrounds the place with a compliment of a cold, eerie tone. On the island coasts and jagged cliffs are armed men patrolling the edges of the land, looking out into the waters for any sign of a disturbance. A slight breeze blows over the island as palm trees and plantlife sway very faintly. The armed men remain silent with faces of stern demeanor and focus. They pack fully automatic AK-47's and standard Beretta handguns. Right underneath the rocks and cliffs of the north side of the island, four heads emerge from the water with extreme stealh and silence. Black paint smear their faces as they arise with silenced ARX-160's. They swam all the way from the south side to flank unaware troops. They equip their gripped rappel climbing gear and begin to ascend upon the rocks. The first troop reaches the top, and grabs the armed guard and throws him off to the rocks below, impaling the armed opposer and killing him instantly. SEAL1: [radio] "Overlord this is Bravo...we're green." Overlord: Roger that Bravo, the package is in the main building in the center of the island that resembles an observatory. Rules of Engagement is Return fire only. SEAL1: "Roger, out." The rest of the Navy SEALS climb up as they get in position and moves as a unit towards the center of the island, cutting through trees and forested areas. They spot a few armed men patrolling about, but they remain undetected so they continue to move on. Bravo gets a radio from Alpha, another SEAL unit that has also infiltrated the island. Alpha: Bravo what's your status? SEAL1: "Alpha we are en route to the package." Alpha: The entrances are all blocked by patrols. We'll never get through without being made. SEAL1: "There has to be another route, no way he'd build that place and only have topside as the way out..." Alpha: We don't have time to search for another route. We're going to stir a diversion. Just be there when it's time to infiltrate. SEAL1: "Alright Bravo let's move!" The Navy SEALS move onward towards the observatory where they stop about a hundred meters away and begin to scout all of the enemy infantry. Two to three men were at all three entrances and rotating very frequently, making it impossible to slip past without notice. Bravo team inches closer slowly using the bushes and trees to advance their stealth mode. Once they get about several meters from the hill the observatory rests on, they radio in to Alpha team. SEAL1: "In position." Alpha: Stand by. In moments barking can be heard coming from somewhere in the bushes. Dogs barking. The armed men rush up to the edge of the railing and looks out in the dense and vast jungle to see where the source of the sounds are coming from. They raise their weapons and aim out into the forest, while slowly creeping down the stairs to the observatory. While that occurs, Bravo team uses their rappel gear to climb up the side wall and over the railing, where some men can be seen inside with their back turned to the SEALS. Bravo team enters in the west entrance and two of the SEALS sneaks up and knifes two men in the throat. The armed men searching for the barking radio in a disturbance to the central HQ on the island. A loud siren echoes through the land as the SEALS go on alert. SEAL1: "Alright men!!! Stay Frosty!" Just then a fleet of armed enemies run from around the corner towards the SEALS and raise their weapons. SEAL2: "Tangos!!" SEAL2 instinctively fires his weapon and puts two enemies down as the squads joins in. Their suppressors cause no sound and sense a siren rings as well, they are virtually silent in killing the opposition. They press on deeper into the building as they encounter more enemies and more opposition, taking them out with precision. Armed foes begin to surround the Bravo squad as the SEALS form a circle covering all areas and begin to fire at foe after foe, dropping enemies as their blood and brains splatter across the steel walls of the observatory. A large sound can be heard as silo-like doors begin to close down slowly on the entrances to the observatory. SEAL3: "Shit!! We're trapped!!" SEAL1: "Alpha team's out there they'll get us out! We need to press on!!!" Intercom: "Why??" The SEALS stop dead in their tracks and heed the voice on the intercom. Intercom: "You're trapped...I mean, there's nothing to press on to but death as there are multiple dozens of my men waiting to blow you to smitherines...titanium force alloy blast doors that are impenetrable..did you think you'd just barge in here and save the day? Hmm? Please guys...you came to the wrong playground boys." Just then about 20 armed foes rush in and surround the Navy SEALS, their rifles aimed right at their heads. They say nothing, just ready for one of the SEALS to make the wrong move. But this wasn't a standoff....not like in the movies. There was no hope or chance for redemption. Before moments the 20 armed men pumps lead into the four Navy SEALS, as the SEALS fire back in retaliation only wounding about two of them. The SEALS fall slump to the floor motionless. Lifeless. Outside, the investigating foes have all been distracted as the Alpha team approaches the now closed blast doors. One SEAL shoots out the camera on the south entrance as they begin to devise a plan to infiltrate the blast doors. SEALA1: "Bravo...the doors are closed...we need access........Bravo!....Bravo, how copy? Shit. They're not responding." Alpha team brings forth C4 and places it right in the middle of the titanium door and begins wiring the trigger. The other three provide recon and cover fire for the point man. After the C4 is set and ready to go, the point man treks a few yards away from the doors, followed by Alpha team where they continue to look out for any opposition. The point man blows the trigger in which the C4 explodes but only chars the door. SEALA2: "Shit! We can't stay here!" Alpha team then moves around to the west entrance where Bravo team entered, only to find it also closed and locked by titanium shutter doors. The enemy guards begin to circle back towards the observatory in wake of the sound of the explosion. They approach with intense focus and fury, looking for whoever duped them into the jungle. SEALA3: "We gotta move!!! Tangos closing in!!" Suddenly the doors begin to open back up as the outside forces close in on Alpha team. As soon as the door gets to a point to infiltrate, the SEAL team begins to roll under and crawl under the doors, and one by one they stopped in their tracks to the sight of dozens of enemy forces all aiming their weapons at them. SEALA4: "...Shit." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ One of the enemy troops carries the bloody dog tags of the SEALS to an undisclosed office in the building. Where a man sits in a chair with his back facing the door. The troop enters in and places the tags on the desk, smearing blood on the desk as he does. Man: "So America thinks they can just up and send a squad to take my scientist huh? Well, the price of the ol' great nation I suppose...make sure there are no stragglers." The troop bows and leaves as the man continues to smoke his cigar. The man then opens up the sheet of fabric in front of him revealing a large facility where dozens of troops and workers all transport components and fragments of some type of device into the center of the massive facility. The man smirlks and taps his cigar as he watches upon the plan unfolding before him. Man: *begins to whistle America's National Anthem* ~Elsewhere~ Location: Sri Lanka Time: 1340 hours I step into the ring and begin to place my bets. All of these poor people around me, not having much else to do in this slummy part of the area. Elders and fresh faces alike begin to throw in their currency as I sit there looking into the ruckus with my mirror tint shades on. I focus my eyes particularly on one middle aged man, just quiet looking into the ring a well. He has two others with him, bigger men. Bodyguards. I take out my lipstick and roll around my lips. The sun was beaming out here, and I had to blend. This tank top and cargo shorts made me look too common, ironically to blend in nowadays you had to be different. After bets are placed, it was time. Two chickens were thrown in the ring and ready to tear each other apart. This was a dull part in my mission, but if I had to dweel around sweaty, stinky, civilians all day then whatever. I lean back against the building in front of the cockfight and fold my arms.