(!!!) WARNING : Any resemblance of Names, Locations, Mishaps and et cetera of the event occurring within the story are Purely imagined by the author and may Possibly off-put the readers with the details of blood, gore, violence and harsh descriptions of the fictional incident.
Language spoken are Indonesian mixed with some unadulterated local slangs, including the main casts of this specific side story, but is translated to what i believe to be their English counterparts for the norm to understand.
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*Beep swipes out* -3.37 P.M'
'08-06-36'
'Indonesia, Bali, Kaisaran Str. 46, Ambing-Ambing Spot Hotel'
'Leader : Call-sign Irsik.
Status : Active.
Loadout : Suppressed SS2-V5 A1, Suppressed MAG4 short-ranged sidearm.
Scout : Call-sign Zekker.
Status : Active.
Loadout : Stock SS2-V7 Subsonic medium-ranged rifle, Suppressed G2-COMBAT short-ranged sidearm.
Breacher : Call-sign Sierra.
Status : Active.
Loadout : Fully-choked SG-1 12 Gauge short-ranged shotgun, Stock PM2-V2 short to medium-ranged submachine-gun.
Sharpshooter : Call-sign Ghaster.
Status : Active.
Loadout : Suppressed SPR-4 long-ranged sniper-rifle, Suppressed G2 ELITE short-ranged sidearm.
'Operation Nightblade : Commencing'
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*Heavy rain*
On a certain date in the middle of a stormy night, a squad of four 'Faceless' anonymously masked elite operators are commencing on a Search and Rescue mission near the slums of Bali.
On an abandoned hotel of 'Ambing-Ambing Spot' that overlooks the sea with its five-storey floors, where it experienced a financial crisis overtime with rumours of weird ghostly noises and paranormal activities sighted, and the tourists gave up on visiting this place where a murder happened to one of the denizens being 'possessed' stabbed many people on the way out and victimized more than 5 casualties.
Recently, it was a place for outriders to gang up and make it a hideout, until people in cloaks of purples comes with their image of Earth is being sucked by a wormhole and the labels that says 'Sekondas' Descendant', and drives out the teenagers or recruits them with next to none successfully persuaded.
Now, the operatives are waiting as the ones on the ground are informing one another of the patrol's position, behaviors, sleeping schedules, guard switching hours.
Aside from wearing the standard of spec-ops gear in their country, each unit are equipped with a live-feed camera to their helmets and shoulders broadcasted to the other members as to inform the others of the current situation and status of each unit, alongside some recording of the cameras inside the buildings to dictate on what happened.
Each helmet not only having Night-vision googles over their helmets is also bulletproof on all fronts aside from the exposed mouth and neck area and to compensate for this weakness is the bulletproof thick glass that can hold out at least 3 to 4 shots of a standard pistol or other 45 Caliber firearms.
Call-sign : Sierra, he is the Firepower who always prepares for breaching situations, favors shotgun in a clean sweeping raid or submachine-guns for hostage situations.
Marked with a red spark over his helmet. " [SIERRA] Jammer installed. In position, Leader". Sneaking on an overpass as he sneaks through the guards of the rings, he recons the perimeter from within.
Call-sign : Irsik, she acts as the leader of the squad, directing the mission with utmost secrecy and preparation for the undergoing operation planted times and times ago, favors rifles with high caliber and semi-automatic function accompanied by sidearms for most medium-ranged situations.
Marked with a yellow cross over her helmet. " [IRSIK] Solid copy, Sierra. Move up two floors and confirm visual"
Seeing a patrol of two shabbily armed guards, he stands by until he is able to see the objective point. " [SIERRA] Negative, Leader. Requesting permission to advance?"
" [IRSIK] Negative, Sierra, your position may just be compromised if you were to do so.
Zekker, how's the tangos doing?"
Call-sign : Zekker, scouting the place from the inside after taking down a few of the guards keeping watch of a monitoring room for managing the cameras that are set up inside and outside of the building, favors some medium-ranged rifle and short-ranged sidearm for operations outside of hostage situations.
Marked with two green lines over his helmet. " [ZEKKER] Sir, they're keep on their rambling of doing this to sacrifice them for a blood ritual, and it sends chills down my spine.
We may need to haste it if we're to rescue the hostages"
" [IRSIK] *radio over voice* Solid Copy, Zekker.
Ghaster, state of the lookouts?"
Call-sign : Ghaster, looking at the roof of the hotel with his binocular and rangefinder as to calculate the trajectories his bullet might go, favors any bolt-action long-ranged rifles and short-ranged sidearms.
Marked with two white dots on top of a gray line over his helmet. " [GHASTER] Three sheltering under the cover of the roof and being unsuspecting of anything.
You want me to take them out first, Sir?"
" [IRSIK] Shots needed?"
" [GHASTER] One, each in torsos for maximum blows and if possibly on the skulls, were the weather to give in"
" [IRSIK] ... Make do with distractions first, and contact us after the deed is done"
" [GHASTER] Willco"
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The top floor of the hotel is save from the rain but the unfinished outdoor roof which makes way for some of the water from rain, makes it a little bit hard for the inhabitants to see clearly in the night, and so they installed their connection on the rooftop and some mish-mash of electric cables connecting to the insides, making the power box a primary tool to sabotage for the Scout with the help of the Sharpshooter to reach and disable for the ground team that is waiting, the Breacher and Leader.
On top of a staircase is a bunch of mobs sitting as they are chatting with the dim orange lights that reveals their surroundings to the cameras.
*Metal Snaps*
A bald man of Hispanic origin in white t-shirt and blue jeans playing cards with the other two on his sides, listed for criminal activity regarding weapon smuggling on the blackmarkets and sewer connections. Marked as Tango 1. "(Tango 1) Huh? A wire broke or something?"
A woman of Caucasian origin in blue jacket and black denims inspects her cards, listed for criminal activity regarding kidnappings of teenage girls for night pubs. Marked as Tango 2. "(Tango 2) I dunno, i don't wanna get wet after today again"
A fat man of Australian origin wearing a black shirt and green pants is unfolding his cards to the others, listed for criminal activity regarding thievery on minimarkets and offices. Marked as Tango 3. "(Tango 3) Tch. Just me's enough, least i'm not afraid"
"(Tango 2) Suck it, bigmouth"
"(Tango 1) Ja, we just want to get fit and not sick"
*Rain patters*. After opening the door, Tango 3 is visibly walking across the deserted and unkempt ground as he is trudging around the corner.
The screen zooms out as we see the view of a target in the middle of someone's crosshair, then adjusted to the upper right after calculating the wind speed. *Rangefinder ticks*
He decoys one of the watchman to go a little beyond the sightlines of his fellow guards by snapping one of the metal cables leading to the antennas used for connection. "(Tango 3) Haish-lah, can't make anything out of this stupid junk"
As the marksman focuses on the prey, he have his index that's on the side for safety turn down to the trigger with breath controlled. "(Tango 3) Back i go, then- " *Blood splatters*
*Clink* With a bullet down on the ground, all it takes is one shot to the head and one target out of the way.
As the blood blends with the dark of the night,
With the calculation that he did, he predicts that one of them will search out for his presence as the weather is unnaturally unrid for normal people. "(Tango 2) Oy, you think he's pissing outside again?"
"(Tango 1) Conò, i'mma wreck his chin up if he keeps at it again"
"(Tango 2) Uhuh, poles up his ass or something, man"
Seeing that the other one is opening the door, he moves the scope to the left as it is the direction where the wind is blowing hard with the tracking device they've put inside the many tools these groups are owning as their belongings. And so he pulls the trigger.
*Metal wires snaps*
"(Tango 1) Como mierd- Why's it gotta be so stormy of all day? Man might be looking over this kind of thing, is he?". Now that the man goes to check out the source of the sound while believing his colleague is there to greet him, all he found was some loose cable.
"(Tango 1) Mofo's better not be pissing on the walls agai-". *Blood splatters*
*Bolt-action*. Now, as the shooter wait for the one final guard to go out of his post, more than 20 minutes had passed and with the patience of a tiger, still he waits for signs that may shows the moment to strike.
"(Tango 2) NGH, connection's just pure trash here, why's it gotta be on the outside near the bandwidth?"
Now that the final target is in sight, the one elite must hold his desire to put out the wall with some new coat of paint as recklessness can result in the downfall of their current undergoing mission.
"(Tango 2) Jangkri... Why're they taking so long, anyways?"
Now that the man is in his guarded state, he takes out a handgun in case there were to be some misconduct happening to one of his fellows by turning around the corner.
Breathe In, Breathe Out, and goes another foe the picking. *Blood splatters*
" [GHASTER]... *Blip* Leader, this is Ghaster, Reporting In". Loading in rounds to his empty mags, Ghaster keep watch on the rooftop with his other eye.
" [IRSIK] *Blip* Leader here.
Is the watchers out of the way?". The Leader is alongside the Breacher as they are waiting behind a door with some bodies on the ground.
Halfway to readying his mags, Ghaster switch to his sidearm as he check the rounds inside. " [GHASTER] *gun cocks* Roger Sir, targets won't be waking up until ever after. Objective?"
Sierra's camera can be seen using his Fiber Optic Camera to peak inside the keyhole of the door they're standing behind. " [IRSIK] Watch over Zekker for us, Ghaster.
Make sure he gets the job done"
Having done checking both of his weapon is riddled with no issues so far, he load the next chamber to his sniper rifle. " [GHASTER] Affirmative, Sir"
" [IRSIK] Leader, Out. *Blip* "
" [GHASTER] OK, then.
*Blip* Zekker, this is Ghaster, Rooftop's clear"
Switching over to Zekker's camera, we see him going up the stairs with at least 2 mobs taken down with shots on the chests. " [ZEKKER] Roger, Zekker here. Appreciate it, Ghaster, I'm Moving"
Outside of the door, he checks the bodies of the downed targets of Ghaster's sniper rifle and they show no sign of living pulse.
Now with him arriving just below the power box, he whips out the briefcase that he has been carrying on his back and sits down with it on top of his lap as he unlock the thing, and connect some wires and cables of the power box onto his briefcase. " [ZEKKER] Downer's in, We're good to go, Ghaster"
" [GHASTER] Solid work, Zekker. *Blip* Leader, job's done"
" [IRSIK] Good Job, you tw- *radio over voice* ... What?"
"[GHASTER] Leader? The Objective, Sir, what's next?"
" [IRSIK] Be advised! From now on, until further notice with either result, you will all go silent and watch out for the crossfire.
Team, eliminate all hostiles and watch your fire.
Civilians are expected to be deep within underground, and they may be held hostage.
Proceed with caution"
"[Squad Members] Affirmative!"
"[IRSIK] I pray that the mission is accomplished with minimal casualty of both sides.
Good Night, and Good Luck. *Blip*"
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*Power Shutdown*
"(Target 1) OYY!!! We still not paying the electricity bill yet?"
"(Target 2) We did, a month ago i think...?"
"(Target 3) Man, do you think one of them forgotten to check the counter?"
"(Target 4) Beats me, them chumps-"
*Supressed Submachine gun's shots*. In a team of two, the Breacher and Leader goes toe to toe on the lower level as they sweep out the criminals with clean precise shots on their skulls and chests. "[SIERRA] Which door?"
"[IRSIK] Left". Clean and simple, it's the motto of the elites as they make killcounts left and right on the level they're in alone.
Lead by the Squad Leader, Sierra watches over his left shoulder as Irsik scans on the right side of his view.
*Slam*. Not many time is left to wander about who's flipping one of the tables but what they're sure off is that he's holding a gun and ready to fire.
*Rapid suppressed gun shots*
"(Target 5?) Akh...!".
With the judgement they made, they check all of the bodies with the third floor's mysterious doorway in sight.
As they check the corners with no one's inside, they step closer to the entrance of the place they're looking for : The Slavery Ring's elevator.
The breacher, he cover his mouth even with the mask he's wearing as the smell of the room isn't up to his picking. " [SIERRA] Oozes the vibe of blood, Leader"
The leader does the same while walking to the mysterious elevator that's not explained on why it's on the third floor accessible only. " [IRSIK] Always gives off the stench of red fluid wherever we go, Sierra.
Wished to call you boys for a toast before departing, but mission comes first"
He approaches the Leader as he steps inside. " [SIERRA] Yeah, what a shame. Ready, Leader?"
She follows suit as she shoves him lightly on the shoulder for a little moment of relief. " [IRSIK] *chuckles* Alongside you, Ready"
*Ping*
After pushing the button to go to the deepest floor, that is the 6th out of 1 which is supposed to go to the rooftop, they wait inside with the premonition of counting down bodies along the way, checking their weapons, and awaiting for when the moment to step out comes.
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