Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151120095928/@comment-26571677-20151122081611

Amilanthior felt somewhat disappointed, that definitely wasn't the guy he wanted revenge against. But he would have to do. On the bright side though, they'd be hitting the WF pretty heavily if the mission went well, and that was always nice.

There was something wrong though. Something didn't feel right, he felt...uneasy. Was it perhaps battle jitters? No, he had learnt to trust his instincts, and right now, they were telling him that something was quite wrong. It meant that he'd have to take more precaution during this op.

The van stopped in a 8-story carpark, and the driver said to his team, "This is the furthest I can take you. Good luck." With that, he sped off at an unusually fast speed.

It hit him.

It was a trap.

His eyes widened, and even as he was yelling, "Run!" The top floor of the complex shook with an explosion, and started to collapse in on itself. Bringing with it a ton of concrete that separated him, from the others.

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Kinaver dodged and weaved around piles of rubble, using them for cover. There were the raucous sounds of gunfire all around him and bullets pinged off the walls. Standing still would be a fatal mistake. The dust had not settled yet, so his vision were largely impaired.

But the enemy wasn't. He deducted that they had vision assistance by the fact that they were concentrating all their fire at him. Speaking of which, his cover was slowly being smashed up, and running out would be suicide. He needed covering fire. Thankfully, he had a teammate for that, her name was Dawn.

"Hey Dawn! Could I get some suppressive fire please!? Preferably very very soon!"

He only saw her fierce smile before a deafening hail of bullets and gunfire sounded out.