ATTIRE: Lionheart Armor
EQUIPMENT: Service Rifle |
Pistol |
EMP Grenades |
Frag Grenades
TAGS: Katarine Ryiah
"Alright, load up," Sarge said before climbing back into the transport.
A second transport was outbound carrying the rescued children. Not what they'd been expecting when they went in, but at least those kids would be out of harms way for the moment. Dash followed the others into the vehicle and settled back into his seat. He popped out the used mag from his rifle and replaced it with a fresh one since they were going to be going back into the ringer shortly. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach about the guy that got away, too. Something about the way he'd looked.
"You guys get a look at that dude in the mask?" he asked.
"Something fishy about him."
"I believe it highly likely he was a Sith or Dark Jedi," Zero said, twiddling with the scope on his rifle.
"Plausible. Someone like that would have a good chance of capturing our target," Sarge said, holding onto a handhold as the transport set off. "Safest assumption would be that he is so we'll go with that from now on. Driver's going to take us to the back of the club. Best chance of us getting in without getting bogged down in people. Lippy on point again, but I'll handle any civilians that cause a problem."
"Come on, Sarge. Why do I always have to be point?"
"Because you run your mouth too much and you're the only one here that isn't a specialist."
He muttered something about someone's mother under his breath, but didn't say anything else. As much as he hated it, being point was his specialty. He knew how to do it well, and he was fast on the uptick, which meant that it was harder for people to get the drop on him. Zero was range. Brute was, well, a brute. Fuse blew things up. Sarge ran the whole show and handled electronics. It was always going to be his job to go in first unless he ended up dead. Or worse: promoted.
The transport eventually arrived at the club, and like before they disembarked. There was a bouncer at the back door. Only took one look at five guys wearing commando armor and he opened the door for them. He didn't want any trouble. Probably not paid for that sort of thing. They secured him in binders just in case before sweeping forward. Back of house seemed mostly empty, but they were quickly presented with a problem.
"I got stairs up and stairs down, Sarge," he said, holding his rifle on the stairs down while Brute covered up.
"How do you want to take it?"
The Sarge was quiet for a moment, and Dash tapped his finger against his gun as he waited for a response.
"Lippy and Brute go down. The rest of us will hold here to cover up and provide exfil support if needed."
"Copy, moving down."
Dash started down the stairs, rifle up and at the ready. Never knew what was going to be waiting for them. Hopefully they'd get to the Jedi in time and find her alive, but he was worried that masked creep would get to her first.