Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190208145757

The inspector watched in horror as one of the screens of his spy cameras began twitching violently, as if the wearer was caught in a struggle. A thin streak of red crossed the lens, then hands picked it out of the hidden weave of the agent's clothes. From there, the wearer's corpse came into view, a gruesome hole where his throat once was, with a little blade sticking out of its side. The camera was lifted high, turned over a few times as if the assailant was inspecting it, then flickered out to static.

"Marks? Agent Marks!? Dammit!" He yelled at the screen, disbelief, shock and anger paled his face. Unbelievable! The operation wasn't even started yet and already they had the first casualty.

Jett was at his side, trying to peek over his shoulder asking "What happened? What is it?"

He waved her away, a new fire in his eyes. Practically yelling at his men, he ordered them to perform a final check of the gear, move to the boats and weapon safeties off. ..

Jett got the idea of what was going on pretty quickly, she ordered her SAINTs to follow the inspector's orders for now, while she had a quick call to make. Getting Dust back on the radio, she quickly told him about the spy's death and assuming at least one person knew the plan and could tell others. She also had a request:

"You can see the control room? Think you can get up there? Maybe disable their lights, cameras or security locks for us. Getting in and surprising the guards would be much easier then."

The squad split into 3 teams. One of them, led by a young lieutenant made their way along the beach like shadows, dodging the searchlights and keeping to the cover of rocks. The other two units, led by Jett and the Inspector got into the boats and began steering towards the building, lights off and motor running low for stealth.

The enemy had already made their move... desperate, they had no choice but to speed up the mission...

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A small checkpoint had been set up near the end of the pier, just a simple shack with a little bar that rose and fell, a handful of guards would stop guests, check their passes before letting them in. Most of the guests were already inside though, they hadn't received any guests for nearly an hour, and the men were starting to get bored, careless and relaxed, just staring down the road waiting for the next car to arrive...

They never thought to look to their sides at the beach, and never saw the attack until two of them slumped over, cleanly sniped from the rocks below by silenced rifles.

The last man, more alert than his companions quickly realized what was happening and grabbed for the radio, trying to warn the security room inside. For his efforts, he received a painful sting on the neck, crumpling onto the floor.

Huffing softly, the lieutenant put away her taser and bent over the radio, cutting the cables with a pair of scissors.

"Exit secured. Holding the pier and standing by for orders."