F.E.A.R: Cold Black
The APC rolled through the streets of empty cars and closed office buildings. It's blackened steel made it seem like a simple shadow as it cruised on the East Side of the city. Inside was the Alpha squadron of the First Encounter Assault Recon divisions, Each wearing lightweight Kevlar and their rifles slung over their backs. The oldest of the group: Frosty was chatting his ass off as usual.
'And so we just broke down the door. Boom, Boom, and Boom. Three shots, the job's done.'
A sturdy female voice broke through his rambling; 'Yeah well the job's not so simple this time Frosty. We're supposed to be the best. I won't risk a fuck-up this time'.
Frosty lowered his head alike the others as Captain Angel stood up.
'How much farther Chris?' she beckoned to the driver. He stuck his head back and motioned a 2 with his hand.
She stood in the center of the APC in front of Frosty and the others: Cowboy, Trucker, Ferris & Claxon.
'Alright everyone listen up, we're out in 2 minutes. Frosty and I will take the left side while the rest of you take the staircase through the main entrance. Once you're in, divide and search out for the hostages. Are we clear?'
The others nodded and lowered their heads. It was going to be a long night.