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SECRET IC

Orbital Search Satalite, Serial Number 332 of the Kraven Secret Police

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++ Anomalious Building Detected, Relaying Data to Command Control ++

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The High Command, Currently in Council over the Discovery of this Anomalie

"General, it seems that this building may hold what we are looking for" the general said quietly, he was sat at the desk with his fingers tented, looking down at a print out of the strange building...

"How can we be sure, it may very well be a logging site" The Air Commander spoke..

"Its understandable, the building is right in the middle of a forest or jungle..."

"So the Odds that this building is the building were looking for, are stacked against us"

"Yes, Very much so" The General Spoke

The Grand Admiral, having not spoken for a while, leaned forward

"Gentlemen, There is enough evidence to suggest that this is the building we are looking for"

"Grand Admiral, please, explain" the Air commander spoke

"Look around the building, it cannot be a logging camp, where are the machines? or the clearfelled areas? it cannot be someones home it is far to big, and if it were someones home, there are no lawns, or any other thing associated with a house... no cars... anything, I understand your concerns however, but it is a risk we are going to have to take, if it does turn out to be your logging camp... or worse case scenario... a home... a simply evac will not cause any problems.."

"Im still unsure..."

"I am the Grand Admiral...I Understand your concerns, but this is our only course of action...one that we must take..."

"Perhaps... Grand Admiral.. if you screened the Scientists of the Manchillian Group, better... This would have never happened..."

"That... is not of my Concern.. perhaps you should be addressing... Your
Concerns, with the head of the Secret Police... because now, we are having to clean up their mess..."

the Air Commander, looked like he'd just been badly burned by that response...

"Return to your offices, make plans for this Operation and we shall see it through to success"

"Understood..." came the response from all in the room, they got up from their chairs, turning to leave...

all the time, each person in the room was being watched, by a small black camera, a tiny red light, flashing on and off....

SECRET IC

250 Miles Off The Coast of Kravonika, Heading for International Waters.

An Unmarked Torment class Fussion sub, moved silently below the surface of Hyrules sea, its caterpiller engines propelled the craft through the water, making little or no noise that could be picked up by sonar...

This class of sub, was new and the biggest in the Kraven Navy, infact the ship itself had only just completed her sea trials before being deployed on its first assignment, the crew were all Capitol Police drones, however because of the confinments of the sub, they were stripped down to Naval uniforms, but still wore the classic gas mask and combat helmet...

"How long until we reach international waters?"

"2 hours, Commander" Came the mechanical reply from the CP navigator... his red glowing eye peices looked up at the commander..

"maintain heading and speed..." The Commander spoke...

"As you wish"

The ship was silent, apart from the hum of the fussion engines, powering the massive submarine through the depths of hyrules sea....

The Reason why this ship was so big, was because it was designed to contain up to 4 Attack vtols, or 2 Transport craft, the need for mobile air cover at a moments notice, dictated that the ship was designed like this, Kraven scientists veiwed the next generation of subs as being able to defend themselves against all circumstances...

In the Crew quaters, a section had been cleared for the two teams that were being sent in to obsideo... the Wolf Brigade, the Corporations elite section of the Capitol Police were sat, on bunk beds, perfectly in the same position, GPMG's held between their legs, the butts of their rifles placed on the steel floor below...

They had been breifed before hand, and their optical read outs kept re-enforcing the orders... they were carrying their standard equipment for attacking in such a manner as this... GPGM's the standard weapon of the Capitol police, backed up by a Corporate carbine, and a 50 cal desert eagle, two members in each of the two teams, carried Assault cannons capable of shreading any light veichles as well as personel... but each team member carried forced entry kits, explosives, frag grenades, smoke grenades, flash bangs, and in the team another 2 members of each team carried anti tank weaponry... Javelins...

Soon the teams would be ready to launch...

Johnson held a pint of mineral water in one hand, the Dossier in the other. Its subject was on twenty of the three hundred subjects in the research facility. It noted everything about them, age, date prouced, mental stability, their skills in the Trials and most importantly; their various Additions. This job creeped the hell out of him; twice this week he had seriously considered his chances with the jungle.

He was in charge of the A.M.R., to a point, and there had been silence from them for a few days now. He was aware that they were looking into the information "aquired" from The Kraven Corporation. Still, he had a job to do; though not the one he had been hired for. Covert Espionage agents seldom came better disguised. For three weeks he had been reporting squat back to base, these guys kept everything to themselves.

Trained as he was, he knew the risks of running into the jungle without adequate supplies. He was positive that he would not emerge from the other side. No, his best bet would be to sit tight, and when the Agency got clearance to level the place he would make his move. The internal dispute between the A.M.R. and The Agency had flared up again, with an Agency convoy blown to tiny pieces three days ago.

The Dossier repored that subjects 2566, 2579 and 2541 had recently shown heightened aggression without a stimulus. It reported the deaths of four subjects, and there was a footnote about a scientist killed in Phase 5 of subject 2597's training. Purely accidental as far as they were concerned.

He knew that a copy of the document would be on its way to the Agency by tomorow, and he would reap the rewards.

The intercom crackled to life, a male voice spoke, his tones leveled and eerily neutral.

"Dr. Johnson, we need you down here now; subject 2561 has barricaded himself inside Lab 3 and has possession of a class two firearm."

He had no wish to get involved, but not to would cause too much suspicion. He let the scientist know he would be right down, and grabbed a standard issue handgun from his desk draw. Better safe than sorry.

Johnson was in the elevator, humming faintly as a thought struck him. There was no subject 2561; he had been terminated two months ago. He reflected on what had given him away as the lift doors opened and a rifle stock slammed into his chest. He came up dry, he was the best of his organisation and they had read him like a book. His gun was already out, firing four rounds into the ceiling as he bent double to get his breath. The unharmed security forces struck him again, and took aim.

His last two thoughts were 'How did they know?', and 'For how long have they known?'. He was on the verge of forming words, but the impact from your average assault rifle round is more than enough to halt such actions. The bullet went through the eye and straight into the brain. There was very little blood.

SECRET IC

Unmarked Torment Class, Entering International Waters 2100 Hours

"Commander We have entered International waters" The CP Navigator spoke

"Very well... Blow ballasts, bring us to periscope depth..."

"Understood Commander... Blow Ballasts"

the Torment class began to rise towards the surface... the ship tilted upwards as its nose began to rise towards the surface, soon the craft levelled out as it reached the depth wanted...

The Commander pressing a button, brought the periscope to eye level... he scanned the horizen for any ships, or air craft... nothing...

"Good, Its safe to surface..." he silently thought...

"Blow Ballasts, Bring the craft to the surface"

"Understood"

the craft began to rise again...

on the surface, the nose of the Torment class, broke the waves of the sea, its black sleek nose rising up like some great sword of the sea.... the rest of the sub followed, before the nose crashed back down into the sea... the sub sat level on the surface, the waves lapping gently against the sides of the immense black hull...

"This is The Commander to both teams, Load up.."

the wolf brigade, moved into their respective transport vtols... their equipment slung onto the backpacks, there red glowing eyes sinking into the gloom of the internal space of the VTOL, above the vtol the hangar doors began to open, sliding apart to reveal, a gloomy dark of night... the only light emminating from a full wintermoon, clouds traveling slowly past it, breaking the silvery light of the moon up...

"Vtols, you may launch when ready...Good Luck and Father Speed...."

The quad ram jets, roared into life, the preburners activiting with a long whine, as the jets began to iniate one by one, once the engines were at maximum, the craft slowly began to rise out of the internal bay of the sub...

once the two craft had cleared the hangar, the massive quad ram jet engines, began to tilt into the flight position, slowly the craft began to move forward, the CP pilot carefully applied more throttle, until the crafts were making headway towards the target zone...

They flew close to the sea, at high speed avoiding the radar, and possibilty of being detected... once they reached the coast they would head over land, sticking as low to the ground as possible, while maintaining the maximum speed...

“The lads downstairs” had to be one of the biggest euphemisms ever created to describe the A.M.R., but they rarely needed a description. Anyone bearing a badge with those three magic letters would command the same respect as the Tribe-man with the shotgun. It was estimated that there were forty to sixty of them, and although only a maximum of four of them were ever seen at one time, it always seemed to be a different four. Though they were similar; tall but not imposing, bleached skin and short hair with a discerning way of talking that implied that they had been forced to simplify it for you.

Dr. Daniel Underwood, PhD. Physicist, Psychologist, Parapsychologist, Surgeon, Chemist, Biologist and High General of the Obsideon Military. Jack-of-all-trades, and master of many. Technically he was in charge of “The lads downstairs”, and made full use of is privileges. When he was not in the Complex he was doing paperwork, advising the less skilled of his military contacts and replacing the weekly total of vanished security guards. It paid not to ask questions, and he was quite content to let them do what they do. Yet something down there unnerved him more than anything he had seen in his varied life. He would much rather be plotting, spying and playing the various political mind games that would eventually lead to war. He was a mastermind in every sense of the word, but any corporation Executive could do this job. Unlike his predecessor however, he was well and truly aligned to the A.M.R..

The Complex itself was a literal web of corridors and laboratories in a subterranean bunker that spread far and wide underneath the jungle. He would be surprised if he had even seen a tenth of the entire thing, it was rumoured to stretch further than the jungle itself. Security was some of the tightest in the nation, rivalled only by the Obelisk; home of the Pharaoh himself. Frequent checkpoints were large, circular rooms with airlocks around the circumference and no atmosphere in the centre. To pass, a scientist must use a card and memorised code within the airlock to unlock a mask and small oxygen tank. Then they would be inspected by security (with their own tanks) armed with top-of-the-range assault rifles and an unusual sidearm.

Above the Complex were twenty floors of offices housing various businesses and providing a front for the A.M.R.. The A.M.R. itself did nearly all administration work from the Complex, but they kept the entire twelfth floor vacant apart from Daniel, two secretaries and a horde of security guards.

Daniel was startled from his thoughts by a burst of static from his intercom, followed by the agitated voice of one of the A.M.R. scientists.

“Doctor, we need you down here fast! Subject 2566 in the just went berserk and maimed Harrison, security are here but are holding fire. We have it trapped but you have to see this!”

He took the elevator down to the Complex and was greeted by two security guards. They escorted him through several checkpoints; the room’s vacuum temporarily filled to allow easier passage.

Daniel got to the Lab where Subject 2566 was held, and the blood drained from his face. A man in a white coat was lying face down on a broken desk, wooden shrapnel strewn across the room. The Subject was facing a wall, a distant look in his eyes as he moved his hand across the surface, leaving a trail of blood.

But what he had drawn was merely puzzling; two crossed hammers ringed by a simple circle. To his left was a previous work of art; it was a bird.

He was interrupted by a phone call; the voice was male and authoritive.
“This is Sergeant Larman of Office Security, we just got a call from HQ and they say that an incoming unmarked aircraft is heading our way from the east. Appears to be some sort of dropship armed and presumed hostile. It flew under the radar at Station 5, only a visual and some clever computer work gave us the heads up. Two gunships have been scrambled and will arrive in approximately two hours. All ours are down for maintenance but I’ve got six guys on the roof with standard armament plus a .50 cal, two rifles and an RPG. I told them all to leave their PLUS-3’s behind, and gave them conventional sidearms. Doctor Underwood, Sir… Are you there?”

But Daniel had shut out everything else, the pictures now made perfect sense.

The Kraven Corporation was attacking from the Air.

The two craft sped towards the target zone, they kept low... pulling up to avoid power cables and houses, the ram jets roaring in protest at the sudden changes in altitude...

soon the two craft, were flying over the jungle, flying as close to the canopy as they could, the two pilots optical read outs were giving them enough information to ensure they didn't accidentaly fly too close and clip a tree...

"approaching Target zone... 30 minutes until visual..."

the two craft continued, their ram jets screaming, pushing the craft through the air..

Obsideon Gunships were a hybrid of attack helicopters and transport helicopters; heavy armament, heavy armour, and lots of room for troops or more weapons. These two were in the Delta configuration, four wings bristling with rocket pods and machine guns with a four-man open compartment occupied by one minigunner on each side. Their manouverability had been severely hampered by the extra equipment, but speed was not their style.

They flew as high as possible, working on the assumption that their targets were only lightly armed and incapable of bringing down a gunship. The transport VTOLs were in scanner range, and marked by a red reticule. In unison the Gunners fine tuned this aim and released one large missile each that had been held under the craft. The cylinders fell for a few seconds then powered to life, hurtling themselves towards the incoming transports.

It would be a while before the other weapons were in range, but already the missile pods were getting a faint reading. The pilots plotted headed straight for the transports, planning to bring them down with superior firepower before they could unleash their soldiers.

The Transport vtols, warning systems came alive, lights flashed, indicating the Vtols had just been painted, the tactical read out in the pilots helmet, indicated two missiles were streaking towards them, the pilots reacted within normal paramiters, they activated some of the counter measures, the vtol craft were unarmed, but to keep their survivability up, they were well armoured, and had plenty of counter measures, the vtols were designed to deploy troops in exteremly hot zones, though usually they were accompanied by attack vtols...

The Vtols activated their countermeasures, setting up a jamming frequency scrambling the missiles ability to track their targets...

the first missile streaked past the vtol.. missing it compleltly... it roared off and exploded into the tree line...

the second missile however still managed to hit the vtol despite the jamming frequency.... it impacted into the rear of the vtol... exploding in a ball of fire... the vtol was trailing black smoke and drifting away from the first vtol...

the vtol shook violently... its cockpit was alive with warning hazards, oil pressure dropped... the pilot calmly flicked several switches and activated dampening fields, the craft compensated for the loss of oil pressure... and soon righted itself, continuing along with the first vtol....

The Vtols increased their speed... the quad ram jets, screaming with power as the two craft approached the target zone... 15 minutes until visual...

The Gunships had doubled back and now circled the compound at a high altitude, using their visual confirmation of the targets to help direct the preparations below. Anti-Air guns were quickly set up; heavy machine guns using explosive-capped high-caliber rounds. No ECMs could repel them, although they lacked the penetration factor of a missle based defense system and were considerably less accurate.

Huge doors opened in the ground, and two large tanks crawled out. Although out-dated by global standards; they would be quite a threat against foot soldiers. Patrols around the perimeter were trippled, with all off duty personel armed and armoured within minutes. Inch thick steel shutters descended over the office windows, and the place was filled with a harsh electric light. There were now more security on the roof, co-ordinating various heavy weapons.

The four meter electric fence had its power upped, and the watch towers had spotlights trained on the jungle; as if anticipating a strike from the ground.

In the Complex, things had been completely halted. Non-security staff had been taken to a bunker through almost a mile of corridor, and all the Subjects had been put in holding cells. The computer network had been remotely backed up and wiped, with scientists intructed to take any valuable paperwork with them.

The only elevator was prepared and brought to the bottom of the shaft, where the underground lobby was bustling with guards. They had set up barriers with mounted machine guns, and the armoury even produced a crate of disposable RPGs. Around sixty guards were there, some even armed with napalm-fuelled flamethrowers and others were armed with high-power combat shotguns and carbines. The entire Complex was put on Lockdown, huge blast doors sealing the major corridors.

It was turned into a lethal labirynth, false walls covering doorways and an overhead rail ran a train of gun-drones. They would be content if the offices were taken, but the underground research station would not fall.

The Vtols streaked passed the compound, the forces below opened fire... filling the sky with lead... but the vtols continued, rocked only slightly by the small explosions of the heavy machine guns below...

the two vtols continued out a good few miles away from the compound, they quickly slewed to a stop, their ram jet engines slowing them down and bringing them to a quick halt... the doors were slid open, and black ziplines were dropped into the canopy below....

the Wolf brigade dropped down the lines, hitting the canopy and dropping into the tree line below...

two squads of 25 dropped into the hostile zone, their optical mags were switched the night vision, giving them an enhanced veiw of the terrain ahead, but the squad wasn't going to attack on the ground, they were going to advance through the tree line, using the canopy as cover, moving from tree to tree with absolute trained perfection, stepping from branch to branch... moving from tree to tree, the wolf brigade were trained from birth to do this sort of thing, the normal capitol police however were drafted from occupied territories, where the drafted men were pyschologicaly reconditioned, their bodies enhanced with a violent course of drugs and therapy...

they were making good headway..

meanwhile...

the two vtols were now returning to base, heading back out into international waters, and awaiting the Torment class submarine to rendevous and return to Kraven territory...

"Attention Gunship Delta 156 and Gunship Delta 168, enemy forces have touched down in the jungle. Proceed to attack the LZ, expect heavy resistance."

"Understood."

The Gunships flew towards the sunset as they scanned the ground for Kraven Corporation forces. It was going to be a long night.

The Tanks had been set up as turrets, half buried in sandbags and their machine guns ever watching the jungle. By now larger Flakk guns had been set up; effective against pretty much anything but with a tendancy to jam in jungle conditions.

A patrol of ten guards walked just inside the electric fence, and old models of optical enhancers gave them a clear view. They observed the five metres of concrete between the treeline and the fence, and wondered why nobody had bothered to put landmines there. They checked the readings on the power supply, located on one of the fence posts, before moving on to the south side of the compound.

Meanwhile, underground, the last of the Subjects were being taken to holding cells. They were furnished only with a bed, and could have been from any asylum in the world. The Sergeant unbound Subject 2547's hands and led him into the room.

"Sit down there, y'hear, and wait for us to come back."

The Subject did not reply, he saw to need to talk as he did not have a choice in the matter. He didnt have a choice in many matters, but was by far the most promising of any Subjects. The Sergeant locked the door and finished a sweep of the cells before heading to the lobby.

2547, however, had a different agenda. In seconds the door was open, the smouldering lock would remain undiscovered for some time. The Subject repeated the process somewhere down the corridor, and emerged with the standard security armoured uniform, minus a helmet.

The man was tall, six foot six, and completely bald. Then again, so where all the others. All the other clones.

The Wolf brigade, continued along the tree line, just as the two gunships roared overhead, they had made progress from the initial LZ now, and were begining to near the perimiter, their optical mags had already spotted the sweeping lights of the watch towers...

The squads began to spread out 10 squads of 5 men, they all chose their targets carefully.. their optical mags picking out the operators of the spot lights, they zoomed in, their smart linked rifles bringing up a cross hair, giving them perfect read outs of factors that my alter the tragectory of the projectile...

In unision each of the teams fired at their respective targets...

but while this was happening, the squads carrying the javelins opened fire on the tanks below, their height an advantage over the sandbags protecting the hull of the tanks...

then the rest of the troopers in the squads quickly opened fire on the patrolling squads, using their height and the advantage of encircling the compound..

The Roar vtol engines was comming from the distance... one of the two vtol transport craft had been recalled to the target zone...
it flew over the compound, flak cannons opening fire, impacting into its hull... as the craft took damage, its armour withstanding in some places, and being lacerated in others, it flew towards the troops below on the roof, its trailing smoke below... the craft struggled to maintain its course, but the pilots inside hammered it into the roof of the building, it exploded in a bright ball of fuel, sharpnel and building materials... the sheer size of the craft and the amount of fuel it was carrying should have been enough to eliminate anyone on the roof, but for the Wolfbrigade, they could only expect the Vtol to have been successfull, and so continued on with their attack....

Dust and debris hovered like a fog over the roof, fires in various places and the twisted wreck of the VTOL was scattered about. Of the twenty-something guards on the roof only four got up. The .50 cal was in half, and one RPG had been lost completely. The other's missile stock had only contributed to the explosion, with a single rocket loaded into the tube. One man had lost three fingers from his left hand, another had a sliver of steel through his right shoulder. The pain would set in when the adrenaline wore off, but now their primary concern was retaliating.

The last missile streaked towards the ground, hitting the fence and putting a car-sized hole of molten metal there. The others opened fire with assault rifles, the reinforced roof held out.

One tank was crippled by the strike; the barrel twisted beyond recognition. The crew escaped and headed for the nearest pillbox, gaining covering fire from a large machine gun there.

The others were not so lucky, the fulesage was hit and the sandbags flew like dud shells in every direction. Only a flaming crater was left of the tank, and less still remained of its crew.

The security forces were scattered and under fire, doing their duty as cannon fodder to the pillbox gunners could spot the Wolf Brigade muzzle flashes. They returned fire with everything, even the anti air guns were pointed downwards and let rip.

But for all their bravery they knew they would fall eventually, as man after man fell to the pinpoint fire of the Wolf Brigade. A napalm-filled rocket screamed from one of the pillboxes, ignitng a random patch of forset in hope of hitting the enemy.

The Anti air guns ripped through the foliage, hitting tree and shrub, splintering the trees, the strafing turret cut through the armour of one of the Wolf Brigade, he fell to the ground out of the tree, his torso riddled with high caliber bullets...
the other members in the squad moved to avoid the fire, but one was caught in the arm, the bullet blowing the limb off at the elbow, the Wolf brigadesman never even flinched... but soon blood loss would over come him...

The Napalm rocket flew into the trees and exploded, catching half of another squad of 5, 2 of them caught fire, falling from the tree and landing on the ground, a few seconds they lay stunned still burning, until they, following orders got back to their feet, but in the confusion of the flames, ran blindly into the compound, their optical mags disorientated and damaged by the intense heat... one charged into the electric fence, became caught in the wires, he shook violently, the electricity for this part of the fence coursing through his body, he fell limp, still burning, his body landed on the ground with a heavy armoured thump... he was only stunned, but soon the flames would over come him and hes life force would be ended...

The Heavy machine gun opened fire, hitting some of another squad in the trees, but their armour held, bullets ricoching off into the foliage... the Wolf brigade responded by using their optical mags to pinpoint the gunners of the pill boxes, and taking carefull aim... and firing a single shot at the forehead of each gunner, they would silence these defenders, else where assault cannons opened fire, tearing up the concrete, and tracing a deadly path towards bewildered defenders...

the Wolf Brigade stepped up a gear, and intensified their attack, teams working together in perfect unision to take out formations of defenders...

once the compound was clear they would decend from the trees and move in...

The Javelin teams were on a carefull watch for the return of the Gunships, a salvo of rockets prepared for their eventual counter offensive...

One pillbox exploded in flames as an ammunition crate was struck, and another fell silent after the opening barrage from the Wolf Brigade. One remained, literally a hole in the ground with sandbags and an old tank roof over it. The two gunners kept their heads down and emptied their outdated machine guns into the jungle. A third man crouched in the corner, head down and weeping. He was a medic, not a soldier; and he'd be damned if he was running out there to save anyone.

They were the least of his worries as a round clipped his skull; instant unconciousness and an unclotting wound. A gunner fell as a bullet peirced his diaphragm and lodged itself into his spine. The last man gave it his all until the weapon clicked dry; now nothing more than an expensive club. This didnt hinder him in the slightest as he charged the Wolf Brigade, fumbling for his bayonet as he stumbled across open ground.

The rhythmic firing and occasional explosion were audiable underground, and Tom's head sank as it grew quieter and quieter. He hoped his brother was alright. Barely more than conscripts and new recruits up there, positioned only to stall the enemy. Not that they knew it; but they were giving the real security forces underground more than enough time to triple check killzones and crossfires, supplys and positions.

They had drilled through this procedure many times, fresh in the mind of every man. As one last burst of machine gun fire faltered their grip tightened. They did not delude themselves about who was still standing.

2547 knew that the Chinese used the same word for crisis and oppurtunity. He knew this because he was one of the few Subjects that completed the Advanced section of Phase 2: Languages. This was their crisis, but solely his oppurtunity.

Two security guards rounded the corner, but he was already out of sight in a room to their left. They passed without a word and 2547 struck. His right hand grabbed one guards right wrist and brought it up to the guards shoulder, moving the left arm across the throat and clasping the targets elbow in a textbook 'Hammer & Hair' Arm lock. Phase 3: Unarmed Combat proved its worth as 2547 drove a swift headbutt into the base of the mans skull, dislodging the discs to slice the windpipe. Paralysis in two seconds, death in five.

The other guard had barely raised his assault rifle when 2547 wrapped his right hand around the barrel and drove the stock between his collarbones. The broken shards peirced the aorta; a wound that no surgery could save and which no-one had ever survived.

2547 followed Phase 6: Stealth Operations to the letter and hid the bodies in less than thirty seconds. He took up an assault rifle and pocketed the clip from the other.

The Wolf Brigade decended down from the trees, using their black zip lines, a 3 sharp tugs on the rope engaged the selfdisconecting clamp and the rope tumbled to the ground, each trooper efficiently and quickly wrapped it back up and slung it onto their backpacks, from the bottom of the back pack was the ammo feeder, it carried 250 rounds of ammunition, in 50 round belts, each trooper reached back and pulled the black tab, drawing forth a fresh belt of rounds, with a click the next belt was brought into place, its black tab hanging out of the compartment for easy reach, efficiently and with perfect timing each trooper reloaded their GPMG's, bring back the bolt, lifting the breach up and sliding the belt into place, quickly bringing the breach back down, and slamming the bolt home...

the squads began to move in towards the compound, their optical mags were picking up the slowly fading heat signatures... but one bright heat signature appeared, it roared, charging towards one of the Wolf brigade, the unit was still working through its drill as the man ran headlong towards THX 335, the trooper looked up... nothing denoting he was human or alive apart from the red glow from his optical mags, as the man neared, preparing the drive the bayonet into this giant of a monster, easily dwarfing the smaller man with sheer size of armour and equipment, THX 335 simply brought a massive fist slamming into the mans heart, taking him completly off his feet and leaving him winded and dazed upon the floor... no doubt this man would die for his foolish assault with the most agonising death... THX 335 simply looked down at the writhing man... before moving off into the compound....


"Command Control... This is the Wolf Brigade advanced Force, we have secured the Compound, preparing to gain entry to the main building" The Wolf brigadesman's voice was cold and mechanical, not hinting at any sign of humanity or care... just systematic devotion to Efficiently completeing orders....

"This is Command Control, Understood... Continue with orders"

Six floors below ground the preperations were complete, the Obsideon National Security Force using everything they owned and a few things they had to borrow. It was time to stop fighting by the rules; a technique that had made the Guerilla forces of Obsideo some of the most slippery bastards in the world. And they were just the terrorists, Special Forces were even more of a pain in the ass.

With the push of a button hight-tension steel cables that had been hidden under mere inches of dirt were released at one end. They sprung like a whip, designed to cut unarmoured targets off at the ankles and mess up vehicle wheels beyond repair. Anyone with sufficient leg armour would merely be tripped with the kinetic force of a freight train and some were positioned rather menacingly at head height.

The Gunships were seen approaching in the distance, but veered off to the south. They needed to desperately refuel, and would not be returning for some time.

Beneath six floors of soil and concrete, the ONSF were making final adjustments. Unlike the meatsheilds above ground these guys were as trained as well as they were armed and wholly dedicated to the cause. Friendly gambles had sprung up, with it currently 3:1 that not one of the intruders making five metres from the elevator. Fair odds were also that they wouldnt even reach the lobby.

Some cruder defence measures had been set up, more soldiers had been sent to the roof with instructions to drop grenades on the entry teams, more still had been sent to hold the above ground lobby. Patrols around the Complex had ceased, all the manpower available was pointed at the lifts or the main doors. The Flachette Cannon from an Obsideon heavy tank had been comandeered from the Vehicle Facility nearby and brought through the tunnels to be placed not six feet from the elevator.

2547 had memorised a plan of the Complex before making his way towards the lobby. He walked up to the airlock and the security guards spotted him. They took position and opened the inner door to the airlock, a manouvre designed to have armed security against an effectively unarmed opponent with no oxygen. You had to feel sorry for the security guards.

With little more than a thought and a gesture the oxygen tank of one flew towards him and positioned itself correctly, and with another the second security guard flew back as if pulled along a wire into the wall behind him. Something cracked. He stopped moving.

The High tensile wires whiped up out of the ground, catching the Wolf Brigade off guard, it tripped most of the squads up, sending them flying back a few feet, the ones that were aiming for the heads, cut their gas mask pipes in half, and in a few cases managed to seperate the head from the torso, following the tiny gap between armour and armoured mask...

within a few minutes however the squads were slowly raising back to their feet and back on the advance...

their optical mags were scanning the compound for possible life signs, or more unexpected traps,

the main entrance was ahead, the first two full strength squads advanced, preparing the break down the doors with what ever means they could, standard forced entry kits, were always carried by all Capitol Police, and Wolf brigade teams..

but from the roof, more troops had assembled, and began lobbing grenades down at the two approaching teams, grenades exploded sending shrapnel flying left and right... embedding itself in the armour of the wolf brigade, or in the exposed parts of the body... the wolfbrigade continued although be it a little slower with lacerated leg muscles in some troopers, placing their Forced entry shields above their heads and to their fronts, and sides forming and armoured tortoise, while teams around the building began laying down covering fire, using the zoom of the optical mags and taking carefull aim with the Smart links...

as the team approached, grenades exploding around them, they began placing charges against the door, C4... standard in blowing the doors off a building, the Wolf brigade did carry heavier though, C12, designed to level a building, if the assault of rebel held structures faltered, made C4 look like a fireworks display...

one grenade landed on the supporting teams tortoise, it rolled down one of the sheilds and dropped between a gap.... it exploded, sending troopers flying ... exploding out of the tortoise, they landed a few feet away, flames licking the ground riot shields flying up into the air.... 3 of the squad stayed down, the close proximity of the grenade shreading them... the other two stood back up, their protect gear absorbing the damage...

the charge was placed, and the first unit fell back under the covering fire of the other teams...

once the team was far enough away the charge was set off with a remote detonator....

But it was not the C4 that blew the doors of. That just added to the shell fired from a tank parked right in the middle of the lobby. The ONSF definately had the advantage here, thirty-seven men with shotguns, carbines and SMGs backed up with a tank that could only plausibly be hit from the front. Guards and the tank's machine guns fired into the smoky ruins of the entrance, tracer rounds flitting through the air like lethal fireflys.

A follow-up shot from the tank hit the ground several metres out from the entrance, its purpose to throw up more dust and hit anyone who had moved in since the last blast.

Meanwhile below, 2547 was still semi-subtly making his way towards the exit when a high-pitched whine announced the coming of a rail bot. A single shot into the Primary Optics was enough to get by unnoticed, while the thing carried on its rounds on basis of its last command.

He had by this time procured several grenades and a sidearm, as well as three more assault rifle magazines. Wearing the armoured mask of a ONSF sergeant, 2547 kicked in the flimsy lab door and emerged with two syringes tucked in his belt. Substance unknown but presumed incapacitating at the least.

The first was used not a minute later, when he turned the corner and threw it into the throat of a security guard, finishing with a side-kick into the syringe to unleash its payload.

Moved with a purpose, unknowing that his every move was being watched.

The shell exploded into the ground, but the Wolf brigade had gone, they'd seen the heat signature from the barrel of the tank when the first shell had hit, and the flames of the blast die down... they skirted the outside of the building, and prepared their zip lines, a thump followed and the lines were shot up onto the roof, the Wolf brigade tugged at the rope to ensure they were secure... and the Brigade began to scale the outside of the building with frightening speed, their pyhsiological make up enhanced by the scientists of the Corporation, it was tough going though even with their heavy gear, but still it was more than a normal human could muster...

Once on the roof they secured it, eliminating any of the surviving or wounded grenadiers....

The smoke cleared but the Wolf Brigade had vanished, the guards' joy turning to fear when they realised a more sinister approach was being worked on. The order came through from below; get down there and hole up. A few men were tasked to rig the tank with explosives in case it fell into enemy hands, and all but the main gunner took the stairs down to the lobby. Upon reaching the bottom more explosives were detonated, bringing down the stairs there to make it a twenty story drop. Ropes or no ropes, it would be a slow descent with ample time for aiming. The doorway was barricaded by tables taken from some of the offices, and reinforced still by a flamethrower melting the barrier solid.

This led them to focus both their attention and aim on the lift, the lights above it would give them warning as to when to fire. The origional plan was to open the shaft doors and lodge something there, trapping the Wolf Brigade and allowing the ONSF to puncture the lift at will. However, John and Mitch hadn't returned from finding a suitable bar yet and the contingency was put into place.

2547 past the last checkpoint between him and the checkpoint with ease, checking his weapons before he made a dash for the exit.

The Wolf brigade stormed through the door on the roof, smashing it down with wood axes, part of their Forced entry kits.. they carefully stepped into the doorway, their GPMG's slung into the holster on the back pack, using their smaller Corporate Carbines for room clearing...

once down the first set of stairs and onto the top floor, they swept out, searching for the lift, their advancement by stairs prevented by the use of explosives, a long drop down to the bottom floor of the building...

The Lift was called, a rather sureal veiw of lots of Wolf Brigadesmen stood around awaiting a lift...

As the lift approached their floor, the troopers readied themselves for the fire fight to come, Two Assault Cannons, two RPG's, and two GPMG troopers were placed in the lift, the doors were held open, and the lift lowered until more troopers could be put onto the roof, some of the roof panels were removed to allow the troopers above to drop down and continue the attack when it was time...

then the left began to decend, they decided that now they had the advantage of height and transport, they would bypass the Tank all together and continue onto the lower levels...

but as the lift decened, the Wolf brigades universal zip lines were released and troopers followed the lift down, abseiling down the side of the lift shaft as quickly as the could manage, every trooper followed ensuring that once the fire fight began, the Wolf Brigade would bring a Blitzkreig inside a building to them, never yeilding in their attacks.. and striking with lightening precision....

They were on the Sixteenth floor and descending via the lift, every inch of progress marked by a light above the doorway. Fifteenth floor. The team moved into position. Fourteenth. The team moved the package into position. When the intruding Wolf Brigade reached the Thirteenth Floor, the lift doors opened to revead a black cube by by the opening. Two hundred pounds of various high explosives; RDX, C4 and flammable liquids mostly were wrapped within a hollow asbestos block.

It exploded, doing a damnsight more than any leaflet advised against. The dust would shred the lungs and windpipe of anyone, even gasmasks or filters would be clogged. Shrapnel was blunt to the point of being an annoyance, but that much explosives would not be ignored. Luckily the lift held out, swaying within the shaft but giving two thumbs up to Obsideon Engineers.

The Squad were blown off their feet, landing with a heavy thump to the back of the lift, the squad hitting the wall added to the sway of the lift, and probably making the engineers below slightly nervous...

the squad got back to its feet, checking weapons and armour, their scrubbers and centrifuge filters were working to their extremes, however one troopers filter had malfunctioned and was blasting untreated air directly into his mask, it took a few seconds for the pollutants to work before the trooper collapsed, blood seeping from his concealed mouth...

Once the commotion and the body moved, the lift continued its decent down into the bowls of Obsideos Research lab...

two Assault cannons, two Rpg launchers and 1 GPMG gunner remaining...

The lift doors slid open with a screech, the sort of screech that's heard when a large dent is putting a strain on their very existence. As the doors did open a body fell into the lift. One had nothing left above the neck, and the other had not less than six holes between waist and shoulder. The rest of the guards were dead too, causes of death both varied and gruesome with one thing in common with the victims. An expression of sheer terror.

He was too fast, too accurate and too strong. Bringing down countless ONSF to gunfire and taking at least twenty of their lives with his bare hands and other methods; 2547 had left a post-WMD look to his battlefield, one that would not wear off in the minds of even the Wolf Brigade. One man had been put on display; a statue, a trophy. He was on his knees with his weapon nearby, facing the elevator but litterally frozen solid. A horizontal icicle protruded from his forehead, with a bullet on the end.

Others had been killed in similarly strange methods; more burnings than the destruction of a flamethrower would allow for and many of them seemed half crazed. Broken spines and ribs were common, with some limbs apparently hacked off. Blood was everywhere, stains up the walls and even on the ceiling, puddles of the stuff settling in the ruined floor.

The door to the stairwell had not so much been reopened but removed, taking the doorway with it. The blackened walls bore testament to weapons beyond human imagining. But not beyond imagining of the A.M.R..

The lift doors slid open, to reveal the scene of desolation before them, bodies mangled and put into hideous positions, The squad of wolf brigade stepped out, their red glowing eyes scanning the scene before them, they didnt flinch, they didnt care about the lives wasted before them, they saw death every day, it was their job, they tasted death, they lived and breathed it...

The squad moved out into the corridor, and allowed the rest of the Brigade to follow, the ones on the roof dropping down and fanning out along with the rest, a few moments later and the rest of the detachment dropped down through the roof, following on their ziplines....

once the force was spread out and the lift area secured they contacted The Command Relay

"Command Relay this is THX 335... Someones already been here"

"Explain THX 335"

"Enemy forces have been Nutralised.. Advise?"

"Continue with Goals, Search and Destroy"

"understood Command Relay"

He climbed up the stairwell, unnatural grip aiding him as 2547 reached the ground floor. The tank had been abandoned, the gunner presumably taking his chances with the jungle. Knowing almost insictively that the gunships would return soon he made his way into the jungle for an escape.

Slung over his shoulder was not an assault rifle but a large sports bag, containing the very latest "Chameleon" Infantry Armour produced by Haltech Corporation. Setting it down on the branch of a tree, 2547 changed into it. Though he had never used something so complex before it was as if he had worn it a thousand times before. It automatically adjusted to be a near-perfect fit, the Optics focusing and calibrating to the dappled light of the jungle.

The armours primary function was not protection, but ensuring that protection was not an issue. Ensuring you were never shot at. Microcameras on the shoulders sent data to the Cental Node, which turned the whole suit a mix khakis, browns and greens. Not an inch of skin was visible, only the dark-grey body-glove showing thinly between the plates.

It stood up to moisture, dirt, and if necessary, bullets. The reasons why the army didnt have it were that it would be almost useless in open warfare, and no soldiers life was worth the $3 million price tag.

2547 escaping had been part of the plan. 2547 aquiring the armour had not been part of the plan, and leaving the Complex wide open for intruders was not in there either. It was in the plan to have him captured and executed, but that seemed far from likely.

The squad moved out, searching each room.. over turning tables, rifling through draws and cabinets, they searched for any documents containing anything to do with the Sardaukar programme,

one of the Wolf brigade pulled himself up to a computer terminal, he began looking for a map of the place, and possible locations of the Sardaukar Programme...

"We have the Location, Elevator shaft, Central Control room, 1 floor down"

"Understood THX 601"

"begin the Programme Wipe"

"Understood Command Relay"

the Wolfbrigadesman slid a disk into the computer terminal, he downloaded the programme, it was a computer virus designed to wipe anything that had anything remotely to do with the Corporations Sardaukar programme... this was to ensure any trace of this programme never exists anywhere outside of the Corporation....

Once complete the Wolfbrigadesman rejoined his squad and the detachment moved out, heading towards the Central contol room...

A monitor bank showed the Wolf Brigade searching various offices and labs with little care to their efficiency-maximising arrangements. A gloved hand pulled back the plastic cap, and pushed a small red button. Nothing happened, he pushed it again. Still nothing. He despaired, this was getting worse by the second, this was the point where a tonne of concealed C4 leveled the building and collapsed what was underneath.

Reports came through slowly, an explosion in the North, abandonned warehouse. He swore, that bastard Simon had sold his explosives on the blackmarket, and probably used putty in their place. He would be dealth with later, as would the Wolf Brigade.

The more urgent matter was with 2547, a platoon had been mobilised and was searching the jungle. They were trained and armed, but he was one of them. But he was incomplete, there were no control measures. Still, they had his genetic information and the program would soon leave the design stage.

There would be one hundren of them, Psionics Soldiers. They would not lead the others, they would be a unit on their own. The Psi-Troopers were to be known as The Centurions, but there were one hundred and one. 2547 would die, even if it took every man under his control to bring him down.