Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190215014236

Four little boats drifted across the dark water, lights out and engines on low power to maintain cover. They approached the facility in total stealth, at one point splitting off into 3 units.

Unit Alpha, the two smallest boats dropped anchor and remained at sea, about 200 meters out, bobbing silently on the waves. Only two officers manned each boat, a pilot and a gunner for the mounted machine gun turret on the back. Expecting some to try and flee when the attack started, either by boat or swimming to shore. The two interceptor boats would quickly chase down and eliminate them long before they reached safety.

The other two larger boats, Beta and Gamma held the main attack force. They approached the facility from either side, evading searchlights and ferrying soldiers and the SWAT team to the beach. Jett lead one team, and the inspector lead the other.

Slowly they crept up the beach, finding the three doors Dust pointed out to them. There were a few guards outside, or patrolling the beach, quickly dispatched by the SAINT knives and tasers to the back and throat. Their immediate area secured, Jett approached the closest door, holding a little boxy device under one arm, and tapping her earpiece on another.

"Jett here, we're in position, Inspector. All other squads report in."

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".....hello? Do you hear me"

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"....broken? You're kidding! Inspector? Anyone?!! Talk to me, damn you!"

Still silence. Frustrated, she turned it off and spent a few minutes thinking hard. Something was definitely off about their comms breaking at this time, maybe the enemy had some kind of signal jamming machine, but that would also mean they knew about the attack and were prepared for them.

Calling it off on the mere suspicion of this would be wise... But she had no way of telling the other units or Mr Dust that. If she just ran off alone, Alpha and Gamma, along with Omega on the pier would simply continue the attack, now without her help.... That would be simple letting them run to their deaths.

".....ah fuck! Men, we're proceeding with the plan. Check your equipment and make sure everything works, be alert, and start planting the packages."

As each SAINT soldier busied himself testing their armour and weapon functions, Jett walked up to the door and placed the little box on the door, attaching a few wires and tapping on a little screen to activate it...

<01:00>

Elsewhere along the wall and the other doors, her soldiers and the police planted more bombs at intervals, arming them for 60 seconds each. They had synchronised their watches earlier on the boats before losing contact. At exactly 10pm, each soldier primed their C4 bombs and then ducked for cover.

<00:59>..... <00:58>..... <00:57>.........

Hiding behind a wall, she reached behind her hips and drew out Piranha, tapping the sword blade anxiously. Only a minute left, and all hell would break loose.