"Alright men, Bear is your group leader for today" The radio buzzed on each of the twnety men standing in the parking lot of the Office. Outside was a cold, crisp winters day. Each of the Counter-Terrerests stood, leaning against the wall, some smoking ciggerets, awating orders from Bear, the team leader.
"Your mission today is as follows..." The radio buzzed again
"Terrerst group "Golden Eagle" have been reported to have raided this office and taken four hostages. They want ten-thousand pounds in cash. Cub is under cover and is bringing the cash in a large, brown envolope. On Cub's signel, you will attack, Tiger, you are going to be using the Artic Warfare Police Sniper Rifle, when you see any trubble happening, you must fire. Do I make myself clear?" The radio goes dead, awaiting for the twenty men to respond into their own radios
"Yes sir" Tiger responds
"Yes sir" Cub responds
"Okay men. Bear, you can get started asap, you make sure you get them hostages out!" The radio goes dead and all the men get ready to start.
"Alright men" Bear shouts into the radio, clutching his M4 Carbine to his chest.
"The attack will begin when Cub sends the signel, via radio. We will line up at green smoke, just at point A" Bear points at the back enterance at the far side of the parking lot. He then pulls out a canister, pulls of the pin, and throws it to the far side.
"Now we play the waiting game"
A couple of minutes later, the radio buzzes to life, the time a different voice is heard, a heavy american voice whome belongs to Cub.
"Okay Bear, they have the money, lets hurry before they leave."
"Roger that Cub" Bear responds, the radio going dead.
"Okay men! We must take them by surprise. Make sure we get lots of Flash bangs in that room, make sure no hostages get hurt, or killed!"
"Yes sir! Roger that" Each man can be heard on the radio.
The men start running ever so quiet to the now fading green smoke and quickly turn left, running up the stairs. The front man, his name Ghost, points his SMG at every turn. After running down a long corridor, the men split up into two groups, ten men in each. Ten men turn sharply left while the others carry on straight forwards. Bear is in the group that turned left. An enemy is spotted about twenty yards infront, sitting behind an office desk laughing at something on the computer moniter infront of him.
"Wait here everyone, I'll dispatch the enemy silently" Bear says into the radio. The men all take cover behind the filing cabenets. Bear sneaks into the room a knife in his hand. The enemy has his back turned at Bear, making it impossible to know that Bear is coming up behind him. Bear stands behind the man, about to cut the mans throat. The enemy clicks a hyper link on the screen, turning the moniter black, also reflecting behind him. The enemy spins round in his chair, but it's too late, a knife is already sticking out of the mans back, the enemy grins then falls onto the floor.
"Target down" Bear says into the radio.
"Lets keep going" Bear says again.
Bear runs out of the room, M4 Carbine in hands following where team two had recently had been. After a short run down another corridor, Bear finds team two waiting for orders.
"On my count..." Bear says quietly into the radio.
"5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." Bear counts down.
"Go" Bear says slowly.
Almost imidetly, five flash bangs are thrown through the door way, shouting and screaming as many of the men in the room are shot down. Sounds of a very loud gun follow, Tiger has his sniper rifle aimed perfectly through the open windows of the office block.
As the remaining enemys are shot down, the hostages are been untied and escorted out of the office to a waiting helecoptor. As the dead bodies are looted and taken out of the office. Bear waits behind, walking out slowly.
"Well done men... Misson succses" The radio buzzes...