"Hey, hey, hey, who are you?" The police intervened with Dean as he wanted to enter the car park.
"My name is Dean Barnett, I'm here under the order of Corporal Adams and Sergeant Lanza from the 120th Training Battalion," Dean replied.
"Oh, well, we are waiting for a swat team, but you'll do well. Here's a short briefing, the girls are on the 4th floor, you need to push through hostiles, Dean. The hostiles are actively using small caliber firearms and Class D magical spells. Our radio frequency is 244.0000."
"I see, well, thanks for the brief."
Dean checked the ammunition inside of his rifle. It should be enough for one floor as long as he used the ammunition sparingly. It was a heavy-hitting rifle capable of penetrating any non-heavy armor with the right ammunition. Still, how many people were in that car park?
"This is Private First Class Barnett to ALCON, anyone read me?" Dean talked towards the radio.
