AN: Welcome to the new and improved Lethal Outcome! Previously submited OCs will still remain and new OCs are still wanted. This version will be more cannon compliant and feature more action, enjoy!
1. Quod mortui homines ambulantes – Dead men walking
The heavy footfalls of boots echo through the near silent home, only accompanied by the quiet whimpers of a disheveled man strewn across the floor. Another man, masked and burly in stature, strides over to the man on the floor. Giving a powerful kick to the other man's midsection the masked man hisses, "Silence!" over the pained groans, before going to stand by the door and withdrawing a pistol from his waistband.
/Objective Alert: Number Endangered
/Evaluating Situation…
/Threat Analysis: Twelve Hostiles, Unknown Weaponry
/Reevaluating Situation…
/Threat Analysis: Confirmed
/Number Class: Irrelevant
/Loading Secondary Protocols…
/Evaluating Assets…
/Assets: Primary Asset Unfit for Current Threat
/Evaluating Operators…
/Operators: Fit for Current Threat
/Objective Alert: Operators Endangered
/Alert Overriding…
/Alert Overrode
/Activating Operators…
/Operator Status: 01 : Active
/Operator Status: 02 : Active
/Operator Status: 03 : Active
/Operator Status: 04 : Active
/Operator Status: 05 : Active
A man clad in black lay upon the rooftop of building down the block from another two story building. He removed a rangefinder from a pouch on his black chest rig. After sweeping his gaze from window to window of the building he focused in on a man who was writhing on the floor. Replacing the rangefinder in its pouch, the man clad in black slid a long matte case free of his back. Grasping the black body of the rifle that laid within, the man methodically connects a 35" barrel, suppressor, 20x telescopic sight, modified grip, and the firing stock.
A black armoured van rolled up to the entrance of a brick building, its windows boarded with hastily placed planks. The van's side door is trust open and five black-clad people leap out, MP5s trained on the building. As they approach the main entrance one removes a shield from their back and withdraws a Glock, their MP5 slug onto their back. The operatives each have four white diamonds upon their shoulder and their faces covered by masks. The back of their vests say "Firewall" and underneath the diamonds are the words "Si vis pacem, para bellum".
The operatives, four men and one women, stack up on either side of the main entrance's polished mahogany doors. The woman steps fourth and places a charge before returning. She holds up three fingers, then two, then one, then clicks a detonator. Bang! The operator with the shield charges through the splintered doorway, followed by the other operators. Pop, pop pop! One hostile drops clutching his side and another sends returning fire before being cut down. The shieldman and two other operators go into a low crouch against the righthand wall and proceed into the living room whilst the remaining two operators hold the entranceway, dropping two more hostiles. Upon entering the living room the operators are met with five more hostiles. In a wedge formation the operators push inwards. The leftmost operator goes down, flopped back limply with a bullet in his neck. The remaining non-shielded operator makes to move towards the hostage, strafing as he goes. Pulling the beaten man up, the operator makes towards the doorway as the shieldman drops the last hostile.
Once more entering the entryway hall, the shieldman, the operator, and the hostage move towards the doorway. Pumpt! The operator and hostage fall to the ground. The hostage with a gaping hole in his chest and the operator with one in his side. Pumpt! With a sickening crack the shieldman's head snaps back and he falls back limply, a dark red puddle slowly forming on the floor under him. The remaining to operators dive into cover. The last three hostiles from the house make a sprint towards the door. Pumpt! Pumpt! Pumpt! They drop. The woman gestures towards the back of the house. The two operators slowly make their way towards the rear hall. Pumpt! The operators drop, the man with a punctured chest cavity and the women from taking the ricochet to her right thigh. The man began to cough up blood and the woman inched towards him, hidden by debris.. Pumpt! The man stills.
The man clad in black scans the house for movement. At the lack of any, the man deconstructs the rifle and leaves.