***** Tchanka's PoV *****

"We are hardened soldiers, prepared for anything. We weren't prepared for this."

***** 2 days ago ******

*****Neutral PoV******

Castle stepped out into the hallway and imediatly knew something was wrong. Raising his UMP-45, he walked down the hall to the workshop. Mute should be stationed there. As Castle approached the door, he noticed the door had been barricaded up. "Maybe he saw something we didn't." He thought, drawing his crowbar and ripping the barricade down. Looking in the room, he noticed it was empty of life. Stepping inside, Castle took note of his surroundings: All windows still fortified and intact, portable barricade still in place, even Mute's signal jammer was humming next to the door. Everything was where it should be except for his teammate. Castle leaned his gun against the wall and asked out loud the question of the hour. "Where is Mute?"

Down on the first floor, Bandit was begining to lose his cool. He had been down on the first floor of the home for over an hour with no sign from friend or foe. He had been debating if he should go upstaits and try communicating with the other defenders, but rembered an old reprimand he recieved for abandoning his post. One more strike this month and he could be court martialed and removed from the team. Now becoming more anxious, Bandit began mentally begging for a sign, friend or foe, just to give him a distraction from the silence. As if on que, he heard a single loud bang, followed by undescribable pain, then blackness