The noise in the chopper builds as the pilot flies them toward their destination. The dozen men in combat fatigues are silent as they fly, rocking gently as the chopper does showing that they are old hands at flying in a helicopter. The team leader sites at the door looking out into the blackness outside, light only occasionally lit by the lighting of the storm they are flying through. The helicopter's loud rotors and engines easily drown out the following thunder as it would any attempt at communication. As he stares outside he watches another bolt flash then he looks to his team. Most of them sit quietly and calmly but the new man they had gotten shifted quietly and uncomfortably.
"Four minutes," the pilot says into the intercom system and the team leader raises up for fingers to his men who not nod quietly. Suddenly and rather violently the chopper sets down tossing them around roughly as the team leader smoothly opens the door and hops out from the chopper into the blowing rain and howling wind. As he kneels he slips his Night Vision Goggles over his helmet and scans for a moment in the darkness, his MP5 at ready. He moves to the side of the chopper and knocks on the pilots door's window in a certain beat and the chopper starts to shut down and his men climb out and get into their positions each ready to fight if need be. As the choppers rotors stop spinning the pilot and co-pilot climb out as well a massive M-60 machine gun in the co-pilots hands, at ready as she scans the darkness.
"Form up by teams," the team leader whispers into his radio and the elite force move swiftly to follow his orders. They scan the deserted military base their weapons at ready. Slowly they move out the new man nervous beside his two well trained comrades. As they group rounds a corner, several men and women charge at them from behind screaming and shuddering. The co-pilot sees them first and her massive gun barks loudly as she opens fire on them. Two more of the team spin around and open fire as well their guns not nearly so loud as hers, as they fire the men and women fall the closest twenty feet away their now truly dead corpses riddled with bullets.
"Six contacts neutralized, all confirmed infected." The co-pilots says quietly her voice cold and calm and the team leader looks back and nods.
"All right, lefts keep moving then." He whispers over the radio and he and the group start to move again. They slowly and silently make their way to their small base of operations, a small bunker. The team leader swipes a keycard through the lock and the door opens and he moves inside scanning the room before flipping on the lights.