"Two guards, completely distracted," Lt. Cmdr. Dittrich radioed, "Take the one on the right." The lean, muscular Raichu stared down the sight of his suppressed SV-98 sniper.

"Hold your fire," Lt. Keith whispered. He aimed his AR-15, equipped with red dot sight and suppressor, at the right guard. Silently, the shiny Mega Umbreon tapped his radio. "3.. 2.. 1.. Mark." The guards dropped dead from simultaneous shots to the skull.

"Clear, move up," Dittrich radioed. Keith motioned ahead, leading Lt. Wyvern forward towards the complex. Using his eyes' natural night vision, Keith scanned the area.

"Wyvern, clean up," he instructed, tapping the radio, "I see two points of entry." Wyvern waved his hand over the bodies, and the ground swallowed them up.

"Recquiescat en pace," he murmured. Meanwhile, Dittrich scanned the building.

"Door on the right," he concluded, "Flash and clear if necessary." Keith and Wyvern ducked to either side of the wooden entrance, Keith held up a gloved hand, the sensors behind his ears glowing. After a moment, he looked to his partner.

"Six aura signatures, five red and one blue," he whispered, "One twenty feet from the door, all others upstairs." Wyvern gave a nod, and then held up a suppressed Glock pistol. Keith quietly turned the knob and pushed open the door, his partner stepping in first. Wyvern found the first terrorist in seconds, soundlessly embedding a round in his skull. Catching the body to avoid unwanted sound, they headed quietly up to the second floor.

"Radar's showing a blip two klicks out," Dittrich reported, "Friendly, waiting at the LZ. Curious, why are there two chimneys?" Avoiding any squeaky stairs, Keith and Wyvern arrived in an upstairs hall. Keith raised an eyebrow.

"There was only one fireplace downstairs," he radioed. Dittrich grinned like Loki himself.

"I've got a nice present for our friends, then," he replied, "Prepare to breach." Keith placed a charge on the sole door upstairs. He and Wyvern ducked to either side.

"3.. 2.. 1.. Mark!" Dittrich radioed. A split second before the charge exploded, the other two soldiers could hear a flashbang go off in the other room. Dittrich must have fired it into the chimney with a launcher. Running in through the splintered door remnants, Wyvern encased the terrorists in ice before Keith mowed them down with his aforementioned weapon. A single person remained: the hostage, a Navy Vice Admiral missing for days.

"Let's go, sir," Keith ordered. He tossed a C4 at the wall.

"What are you doing?" the Vice Admiral demanded, shocked. Keith tapped his radio.

"All set?" he asked. There was not even a second's delay.

"Let's get the hell out of here," Dittrich replied. Keith detonated the C4, destroying the wall. A chopper ladder hung just outside it, with the vehicle itself well above the chaos.

"Alright, age before beauty," Wyvern taunted, handing the ladder to the ex-hostage. The Vice Admiral began climbing up, followed by Wyvern and then Keith. The ladder began retracting as the chopper pulled away from the structure. Dittrich, already in the aircraft, was joined by the others in a matter of minutes. As they headed back towards base, Dittrich cracked open a Pepsi. Taking a drink, he let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"This is going to be a fine payday…"