"There it is, Matt," the killer said to his partner "he's on the top floor, right there. See? Will Sanderson, chief recruitment officer for the AAHW." He pointed to the large, newly constructed, building that stood alone in the wasted Nevada landscape.
"How many are in there, Mr. Rufus?" asked Matt as he shoved a mag into his M416.
"Hard to tell." Rufus responded "Could be a hundred maybe two. Your guess is as good as mine. That doesn't matter though" Rufus leaned forward and pointed at the building. "Because there's a back entrance to the office. Were gonna go in past that truck over there, through those doors and take the elevator up to his room. Once we're there, we kill him and then escape through the vent system." he lowered his hand and stared at the top floor's window.
"Well," Matt said confidently. "we'll be in and out before they know he's dead."
"Don't be so cocky, Rookie." Rufus said sour like. "This man and his thugs have killed a lot of people. One can only imagine the horrible things that man is doing in there."
[Enter command]
[Perspective change initiated]
[Now entering facility]
"So I call her up ya know." Sanderson said to his friend, Mr. Self Important or SI as people called him to avoid confusion, as he sat backwards on his chair behind his desk, motioning with his hand like a telephone. "And i'm talkin' to her." SI leaned back on his gun, holding himself up as his boss went on. "And she fuckin' hangs up on me. So I hang up on her."
"WOW," SI says as he straightened himself up right again, bringing his gun around and placing it on Sanderson's desk. After pulling out his magazine he examined the rounds inside."she gave you a lot of shit for three days."
"Hey, she calls me back too. So I fuckin' hang up again." Sanderson said putting his hand down on the desk. "After that, I went with some recruits and did a drive b-" the door of his office slid up and soldats Tanner and Gale ran into the office. They both stopped in front of the desk, putting their hands behind their backs
"Sir, assassins are approaching the base." Gale said blankly as if it was no big deal to him. Sanderson looked over at his Engineer friend then back at his soldats.
"How many of them are there?" Sanderson asked as he stood up and turned his chair around the right way and slide it under his desk.
"Sir, we estimate," Tanner began, holding up two fingers he continued "only so many." Tanner put his hand behind his back again and proceeded. "They appear to be heavily armed and not very skilled considering they're going around the back near the loading dock. Our surveillance team spotted them just a few minutes ago so they must have been holding up nearby for a little while." Sanderson clasped his hands together and SI pulled his gun up, picked up his mag and brought it into the weapon then chambered the first round.
"Well, why don't we give them a riot of a time." Sanderson said quietly almost in a sort of taunt.