[The briefing is conducted along typical OSMEAC lines, even if the target is anything but typical. Faye, Panther, and Mother are able to get up in front of the class and stay professional, almost clinical, as they present the target and the plan. To Lindianne, it must blur into one super-exposure of motion. They talk like they're surgeons prepping to remove a malign tumor from someone's brain, fingers tracing across the surveyor's map, occasionally tapping for emphasis.
They'll move to the target through the subway lines and go up top at the stop closest to the tenement. From there, it's simple: Wolfpack will split into two elements and provide overwatch from rooftops on either side of the building. Rhodes will cut power to the block, and then Neptune will take the front door and clear the building, floor by floor, room by room. Hostiles who resist are to be terminated, the rest of them apprehended. A JTF convoy will show up to extract survivors once the building's secured. It's a quiet piece of the city - no neighbors that rate worrying about.
Eternity passes in the blink of an eye as the D-boys and SEALs draw gear - night-vision goggles and batteries, carbines and marksman rifles, breaching charges and hoolie tools, flex-cuffs and bolt cutters. It seems in the very next breath that Lindianne is taking a knee with the SEALs in the stairwell of the Washington Heights metro stop, just below street level. Rabbit's on point, the sweat beading on the bridge of his nose visible in the green glow of his NODs as he holds his carbine upright, a defense against anybody unlucky enough to stumble upon them unawares. Inside, the air is stale yet moist, rank with mildew from what remains of the flooding, yet outside, the sky is filthy with stars.]
Mother, Panther.
[Mother keys his radio.] Go, Panther.
We're set up with good LOS into the target structure. One light on in the second story. Zero movement.
Copy, Panther. Postman, Neptune One. I pass Vulture.
[It's Faye who comes over the radio this time.] Copy, One. You have execute authority.
Copy.
[The look in Mother's eyes is like steel as he raises his hand. The SEALs stand and move as one, taking the stairs at a steady pace. Their target is just half a block away.]
no subject
They'll move to the target through the subway lines and go up top at the stop closest to the tenement. From there, it's simple: Wolfpack will split into two elements and provide overwatch from rooftops on either side of the building. Rhodes will cut power to the block, and then Neptune will take the front door and clear the building, floor by floor, room by room. Hostiles who resist are to be terminated, the rest of them apprehended. A JTF convoy will show up to extract survivors once the building's secured. It's a quiet piece of the city - no neighbors that rate worrying about.
Eternity passes in the blink of an eye as the D-boys and SEALs draw gear - night-vision goggles and batteries, carbines and marksman rifles, breaching charges and hoolie tools, flex-cuffs and bolt cutters. It seems in the very next breath that Lindianne is taking a knee with the SEALs in the stairwell of the Washington Heights metro stop, just below street level. Rabbit's on point, the sweat beading on the bridge of his nose visible in the green glow of his NODs as he holds his carbine upright, a defense against anybody unlucky enough to stumble upon them unawares. Inside, the air is stale yet moist, rank with mildew from what remains of the flooding, yet outside, the sky is filthy with stars.]
Mother, Panther.
[Mother keys his radio.] Go, Panther.
We're set up with good LOS into the target structure. One light on in the second story. Zero movement.
Copy, Panther. Postman, Neptune One. I pass Vulture.
[It's Faye who comes over the radio this time.] Copy, One. You have execute authority.
Copy.
[The look in Mother's eyes is like steel as he raises his hand. The SEALs stand and move as one, taking the stairs at a steady pace. Their target is just half a block away.]