Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150916094100/@comment-26104528-20151016172149

(Rememeber: Biological Containment Unit; thier day job is keeping frozen grimm frozen and subduing/killing the ones that thaw out for any reason.)

"Perfect." Ingraham pressed on his comms again. "Ok, you can come out now." Habakkuk squad emerged from the ruins they had been following along in, weapons over thier heads to show they meant no harm. Likewise, the three APCs came down the road as well.

"Your guns'll be the really blocky ones in the external lockers. They're ok on thier own, but get enough of 'em on the same spot, and it'll melt a tank." Habakkuk-1 explained to the survivor.

"I've been shot by one of those before. Trust me, it ain't no flashlight" Ingraham added.

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"Ahh. Casino. You coming with?" Fritz asked. Just as he was about to head back topside for some recon, he heard something he knew all too well; drunken merriment. Very common for people whose job was suicide mission every two weeks.

Holding up his fist to symbolize "wait here", he cloaked and went in to check on the party. At least a dozen thugs popping open cheap beer and jovially unaware of thier newest guest.

"Scan complete: targets wearing heavy power suits with integrated weapons in addition to externally weilded equipment. Target also severely inebreiated." the AI transmitted into his earpiece as well as Ezekiel squad's.

"So, got some targets of opportunity. Whaddya say? Crash this party?" the cyborg asked the squad leader.

"Sounds like something the party animals in Habakkuk would do, but whatever. I like a shindig once in a while." Eze-1 replied as he clicked his rifle's shock harpoon to lethal voltages. He ordered his team to do the same; time for some cruel and unsual punishment.

First thing Fritz did was lob a flashbang to sour the day of anyone who was already stumbling around. As soon as they heard the loud bang, Eze-7 and 8 rushed in, Type-70s in tesla cannon mode and fired two massive arcs of electricty at the power armored thugs. Everyone else opened up with shock harpoons and bolos; all tools meant to restrain Grimm.