The four men moved quietly through the shadows, their footsteps light and efficient. A light rain helped to conceal their movements, as well as hide their footsteps. Not that it was really necessary; their opponents were quite incompetent at operational security. They reached their destination, where they took their respective positions. And then they began to wait.
Four hours later, they were rewarded with their prize. A convoy of no less than 26 Death Eaters and Aurors showed up, their footsteps loud and heavy. Behind them was a floating box of some sort. Inside was their target.
Usually the Ministry would have Apparated or used a Porkey in situations such as these; however, this prisoner was considered far too dangerous to transport by such methods, would he be exposed and out of his containment devices for some time. And so they had been forced to resort to physically transporting him to their destination. Their travel route required them to go through a mountain road, surrounded on both sides by high ledges. It was something the four men were determined to exploit.
"Sitrep," the leader said softly into his mic.
"Bravo 2, in position."
"Bravo 3, ready to roll."
"Bravo 4, in position."
Everything was set. It would just be a few more seconds.
"Sandstorm, sandstorm, sandstorm!" The command to initiate the battle.
"Deploying flashbang," whispered Bravo 3, dropping a flashbang grenade into the crevice below them.
As soon as the grenade went off Bravo 1, the leader raised his SCAR assault rifle. His crosshairs centered on his target before he squeezed the trigger. Around him, his squad opened up; Bravo 2 with his M249 SAW, or Squad Automatic Weapon, which broke the (relative) silence of the night with a cacophony of death; Bravo 3 with an M110 sniper rifle which efficiently yet quickly picked off the members of the convoy one by one, and Bravo 4 with his MP5SD-N2, the overwhelming favorite of special forces units worldwide. Half of the opposing force were wiped out in the opening seconds of the engagement as either their bodies were cut in half by the SAW or their heads blown off by the precise fire of the rest. The survivors, having never encountered automatic weapons in their life, were frozen as their comrades fell around them.
Bam!
Less than 30 seconds after it had begun, it was over. However, to make sure, the squad upholstered their silenced M9 pistols and dispassionately double tapped the bodies. It was unfortunate that Aurors were in the mix, but this was an occupational hazard they had known they were going to face when they had signed up. When their grisly work was done, Bravo 4 set to work on the floating box. A sharp knock indicated to their target to move out of the way. With the help of a PETROGEN oxygen-fueled torch and a saw, the container was open in a few minutes. They shone their lights inside to reveal a disheveled and emaciated but otherwise healthy subject. A quick check of the face revealed that the person was indeed their target.
With a melodramatic bow, Bravo 1 led the man out of his cage. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Potter."