"800 soldiers captured. We're taking them to the holding cell," Piotr reported.
Olivia nodded, acknowledging his successful mission. "Good job Piotr. Just focus on holding the wall," Oliva said before ending the call. She then turned to Dankus, "You ready babe?"
"Sure thing," Dankus responded. The couple shared a quick kiss before boarding one the quinjets.
Dankus took his position in the cockpit, his fingers gliding over the controls with practiced precision. With a flick of the switch, the quinjet activated its invisibility. The engines churned before propelling the quinjet into the skies.
Behind it were a squadron of eleven more invisible quinjets filled with Apollo Enterprises' Security Force's Special Ops Division. Silently, the dozen quinjets flew towards the bridge and hovered over the American camp.
"Remember, the goal is to capture," Olivia voice resonated in the operatives' headset, her instructions firm and resolute, "but don't hesitate to kill if you have to."
The quinjets started descending gracefully. Ropes dropped from the rear, and the operatives swiftly descended, their training evident in their swift and calculated movements. Tent by tent, they infiltrated the camp, subduing and incapacitating the unsuspecting American soldiers with precision and efficiency. Unconscious and defenseless, the American soldiers were quickly secured with chains and loaded onto waiting quinjets.
Meanwhile, Olivia directly rushed for the command tent. Inside she found Director of the FBI Sessions, Chief of Staff of the U.S. Army General Vuono, and thirteen normal soldiers.
"Any news on the air brigade we sent in?" General Vuono asked, eagerly waiting for success.
"Nothing so far, we haven't received any word from Captain Ramirez," a soldier reported with a hint of concern in his voice. "However, our feint is proceeding well. We estimate about 300 soldiers on the Apollonian Walls."
"And we believe Apollo Enterprises has about 500 security guards," FBI Director Sessions reminded. "Ramirez should have an easy time."
"So, any second now, we should hear –" Vuono finally noticed Olivia standing at the door, "hold on, who the hell are –"
Vuono's words were cut short as Olivia swiftly launched a brick towards him, expertly hitting its mark and rendering the general unconscious. In a fluid motion, the remaining occupants of the tent drew their handguns, prepared to defend themselves. Olivia instinctively reached for her own weapon, a cold, determined look settling on her face.
With deadly accuracy, Olivia fired three shots, eliminating three of the soldiers in quick succession. Reacting swiftly, she kicked over a nearby table and sought cover behind it as bullets ricocheted off its surface. The firefight intensified, but Olivia remained composed, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had nine bullets for eleven targets.
Hearing a pause in the gunshots, she jumped up, and shot another soldier in the head. Somersaulting behind a pillar, she shot a nearby soldier in the foot before finishing him off with a head shot.
In the midst of the chaos, Olivia's keen eyes caught sight of an automatic rifle nearby. She swiftly holstered her handgun, seized the M16A2, and blindly unloaded all thirty rounds towards her remaining targets. Taking a quick look, Oliva saw five more bodies on the ground.
With only four adversaries remaining, Olivia took refuge behind whatever furniture they could find. Then, she fearlessly charged towards their position, effortlessly maneuvering around their makeshift defenses. With precise aim, she lined up three targets in her sights and swiftly pulled the trigger. The echoes of gunshots were replaced by the thuds of bodies hitting the ground, their lives extinguished in an instant.
The final opponent, realizing the futility of resistance, dropped their handgun and raised their hands in surrender. "I surrender! I surrender!" FBI Director Sessions pleaded; his voice tinged with fear.
Olivia kept her gun trained on him, her gaze unwavering. She cautiously approached, her movements calculated and deliberate, before delivering a swift kick that sent Sessions sprawling to the ground. Taking hold of his arms, she twisted them effortlessly. Two cracks and screams later, Sessions now had broken arms.
"Get up," Olivia commanded, her voice filled with steely resolve. With firm determination, she dragged Sessions by his collar, and threw him towards the entrance of the command tent. Then, she grabbed General Vuono and dragged his body out of the tent.
Outside, the Apollonian Special Ops were finishing up. She handed Sessions and Vuono to nearby soldiers before making her way to the quinjet she came from.
At the entrance of the quinjet, Dankus had set up a machine gun, which he started disassembling when he saw Olivia.
"How was it?" Dankus inquired, his voice tinged with anticipation and worry. As an experienced soldier before being a KGB agent, he had an idea of what Olivia just faced.
Olivia nonchalantly shrugged, a touch of amusement playing on her face. "It was over faster than I thought. And who knew the FBI Director screamed like a little girl," she remarked, a hint of irony lacing her words. "He had such a deep voice when we negotiated for satellites."
Having eliminated or captured everyone in the camp, the quinjets performed a series of precision runs, launching missiles that destroyed the bridge, severing any transport (by land) to Apollonia.
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After moving all their prisoners to the holding cell, Olivia and Dankus led the Special Ops Forces back out. They still had to deal with the American soldiers 'distracting' the garrison stationed at the Apollonian Walls.
Landing a couple hundred meters behind them, the Apollonian Special Ops Forces pinned them against the Apollonian Walls. They had basically implemented the American plan, but in reverse.
Surrounded, and presented with General Vuono's 'signed' letter ordering their surrender, about 3,000 soldiers recognized the futility of resistance and chose to dropped their weapons. They were peacefully disarmed and escorted to the holding cell, adding to the growing number of prisoners.
Along with the 800 soldiers that surrendered from the American Airborne Assault and the 500 captured from the raid, Apollo Enterprises now had about 4,300 prisoners.
"Apollo, I did as you said," Olivia whispered. "Make sure you don't fail."
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AN: More FBI raids to come.
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