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"Ropes now!" Kelly shouted over the radio.
King and Chris both threw the ropes out the sides, as the helicopter hovered above the high rise. Bryan was the first to slide down, followed by Davis on the opposite side. Bryan hit the ground, and readied his weapon as he took a covered position near a fountain. He scanned the area to see a small garden with various fauna growing in it, most of which, he's never seen. Benches, and stone walls supporting the flowers were arranged in very carefully plotted patterns.
King and Chris were the last to touch down. With the waving of his hand, King signaled for the ropes to be dropped, and the Black Hawk flew away to leave the team to their objective. Porter took point as he neared a wall of glass windows, with a glass door which was locked with an electronic keypad. He punched in a few numbers, and the keypad switched to green and a latch was heard releasing.
"He's the tech guy." Kelly whispered to Bryan.
Porter opened up the door, and King walked in, the shotgun raised, and ready to fire as he stepped inside slowly. The sunlight was the only source of light to brighten up the small room. Couches, tables, and paintings adorned the room. There was another door at the end of the room. Chris moved up, and opened the door, revealing the stair case to go down.
"Alright." Kelly said softly. "We could use these elevators here." he said pointing to them on the left side of the room.
"Not a wise choice." Bryan interjected. "Who knows where they will open up at. Besides, they could be trapped or locked down."
"He's right." Chris said. "We've got two floors to clear out before we grab the hostages. I can bet that they are held at gunpoint as well."
"Let's try and make it quiet. Chris, Porter, put suppressors on your weapons. You'll be the shooters. We don't want to attract any attention."
"Roger." Porter said.
Porter reached into a pocket on his vest and pulled out a suppressor and screwed it on the end of his MP5A2. Chris took out another one, and began to attach it to his H&K USP .45 sidearm. He holstered his side arm, and then attached a suppressor onto his MP5A2.
"Ready." Chris said.
"Ok, Chris, take point. King, watch our tails. Don't bunch up on the stairs." Chris ordered.
Chris nodded, and began to carefully move down the steps. The team was tactically lined up and moving steadily, ready for anything. After going down two flights of stairs, they arrived on the 27th floor. A service door was the only way to proceed.
"Chris, Amber, clear this floor. Kelly, you'll hold here as backup for them. Porter, you've got 26." Chris said quietly.
Chris slowly opened up the door and looked to the left to see a dead end. He stepped in, raised his weapon and moved to the right. A man wearing a hood, and tactical gear was moving away from him, holding a weapon in his right hand. Chris fired two rounds, hitting the hooded man in the back of the head. Blood splattered across the hallway, and covered the wall, as chunks of brain matter were sprayed out on the floor.
Chris moved forward, with Amber, covering her mouth, close behind. Bryan rounded a corner to his right, and saw another door. He opened it slowly, and it led into an open office area with desks scattered about. He moved up, and knelt behind one, listening, and looking for any activity. Amber knelt next to him, and she was obviously shaken up.
"Don't worry. You'll get used to it. It's the adrenaline that's in effect."
"I know. I learned about it in training." she replied, with a crack in her voice.
"Yeah, well this is the field. It is the best training there is. Just stay calm, and you'll adapt. Just don't fire unless you need to defend yourself. Leave the rest to me. Let's move."
Chris stood up quickly, and proceeded forward. He swept the room from left to right, and saw no signs of activity. He passed through a small arch with more desks on the other side of it. It also was empty, except for a small door on the right.
"Wait here. I'm going to check it out." Chris said.
He moved, and opened the door. Weapon raised, he moved inside and scanned. It was a lone office, with a big desk in the middle with papers, and folders thrown across the whole room. Furniture was overturned, and the whole room was trashed in general. Chris moved up to the desk and began to look at some papers.
Amber waited nervously, her hand wrapped around her H&K MP7. She gripped it so tight that her knuckles were white. She was beginning to tremor and breathe heavily, flashing back to the terrorists head that was perforated moments ago. Then a clicking noise caught her off guard, causing her to jump.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" the voice said loudly.
Amber spun around to see another terrorist, wearing the same gear as the other, and again hooded. He had a SIG 556 rifled pointed at her. Amber was frozen with fear, looking down the barrel of a gun. Suddenly, warm blood splashed across her face. The terrorist fell to the ground with a thud, and Chris was behind him, lowering his weapon.
"Are you ok?" he asked her.
Amber didn't respond, only shook with fear as blood trickled down her face. Chris grabbed her arm and began walking toward the door to the stairwell. Moving across the open desk, Chris was stopped dead in his tracks, feeling a gun barrel to his head.
"Stop." said a voice, with an American accent.
Chris reacted quickly, and used his left hand to knock the gun away from his head. He followed up with a right hand to the mans face, knocking him back. Chris then kicked the terrorists chest, and grabbed the barrel of his gun, pulling it from his hands. Chris dropped the weapon, and threw another right hand, but the foe ducked, and punched Chris in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He staggered back, and regained his senses, and dodged a hook aimed at his head. Chris grabbed the arm after the whiffed punch, and twisted it, putting the elbow facing the ceiling. He used his elbow to come down above the terrorists, causing it to break. He quickly grabbed the knife from the left shoulder of his vest, and with a quick swipe, the blade caught the terrorist in the throat, causing him to fall and bleed out instantly.
Chris wiped the blood off of his knife, and put it away, and put his attention on Amber.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah…"she said, regaining some of her composure.
She finally wiped the blood off of her, and followed Chris to the steps again. Opening the door, they regrouped with Kelly.
"Porter and Winters are clearing 26." Kelly said. "We're to stay on the stairs and cover them. Once the floor's clear, we move to the 25th, and spring the hostages."
"Roger." Chris said, taking up a defensive position near the door to the 26th floor.
Porter moved slowly down the hall with Bryan behind him. He had already dropped two hostiles, and he was just getting warmed up. The floor was a maze of hallways and office buildings. Each office was torn apart with papers and files strewn all about. They were nearing the last door on the floor, and Porter was anxious. He put his hand on the knob, but it slipped off, making a somewhat loud noise.
"Calm down." Bryan said softly.
Porter inhaled deeply a couple times, and opened the door up. He moved in quickly, and looked right into the barrel of a SIG 556 rifle. Porter was quicker on the trigger, and he put a burst of 9mm hollow points into the hostiles chest. Bryan moved in behind him, and scanned to the left, seeing no threat.
"Cle-" Bryan began, but was knocked to the floor.
Bryan fell face first, but broke his fall with his hands. He looked up to see another hostile running at Porter with his rifled turned around like a club. Before Bryan could say anything, Porter had been struck in the back and fell down. Bryan jumped up quickly, and kicked the back of the hostiles knee, causing him to fall to one knee. Bryan then clutched around the neck of the terrorist, and pulled, like he was starting up a lawnmower. The force of the twist made the neck of the terrorist snap like a twig, with a loud crunching noise filling up the office. As a final show of dominance and disrespect, Bryan kicked the lifeless body down on its face.
He knelt next to Porter, and helped him to his feet. Porter shook his head, and got his weapon in hand. They headed for the door to regroup with the team as a gunshot rang out. Bryan fell down, like he had been clubbed in the back again. He grabbed his 1911 from under his shoulder and turned to see the hostile Porter had shot, was using his last breath to try and kill them. Bryan squeezed the trigger twice, causing the head of the sitting up terrorist to literally explode. The heavy .45 rounds turned the wall, floor, and the desk in the room into a crimson art piece.
He got to his feet with the help of Porter, and holstered his weapon. He felt around to his back, and felt no blood. Luckily, the terrorist had used his 9mm sidearm, so the round didn't penetrate the Kevlar vest. The earpiece then came to life in both their ears as King was talking faster than normal.
"Those gunshots caused a stir. Two hostiles came out from the 25th floor and onto the stairs. Chris put them down. They've got to be getting suspicious. We've got to move fast. Get here now."
Bryan and Porter sprinted back toward the stairs where the rest of the team was waiting.
"Let's get down to 25 now." Bryan said.
Chris began to move quickly down the stairs, followed by King and Kelly. The team arrived on the landing next to the door to the 25th floor. They stacked up by the door, with Chris taking point, and Bryan behind him.
"Now!" Bryan yelled.
Chris kicked the door by the knob, causing it to fly open. The team stormed through the door into an open area, with a group of people on their knees. Desks were flipped over to open up the floor. Five men with hoods and tactical gear that looked very familiar were holding weapons. Chris fired a burst, hitting the nearest guard in the throat and head, killing him instantly. Bryan raised his weapon quickly, and fired two rounds, piercing the head of a hostile holding a handgun to the back of a hostages head. Bryan looked over to the right, and quickly fired again, double tapping the trigger putting two rounds into the neck of the next hostile. Chris had also cleared the other two terrorists, and was moving into the group of hostages.
"Clear." Chris said.
"There's three more." one of the hostages whispered, and pointed to a thick wooden double door across the large open work room.
"Vasquez, King, Chris, you guys get these people ready to move. Porter watch the stairs. Kelly, come with me."
"Wait!" the same hostage exclaimed. "They've got the assistant director hostage in there. Be careful."
"Thanks for the advice." Bryan shot back. "Let's move."
Bryan stood next to the door, and looked at Kelly.
"Breach, and deploy a flash." Bryan whispered.
Kelly grabbed a grenade from his vest, and pulled the pin. Bryan then kicked the door, which splintered apart in the middle, and flew open. He then hid off to the side as the flash bang was tossed in. It detonated with a deafening noise, and a white light flashed in the small room. Bryan moved in, and fired two shots, blowing the head of a hostile wide open. He scanned to the right, and eliminated the other guard, putting two rounds into his heart. The last one was the only one unmasked. He was covering his ears, and was stumbling around, like he was drunk.
Bryan slung his weapon around his back and ran up to the unmasked hostile. He grabbed his wrist, and twisted it around, causing the handgun to fly out of his hand. He twisted it again, causing it to break. The terrorist screamed in pain, as Bryan delivered a crushing right knee into his sternum. The terrorist was lifted off the ground form the force. Bryan then elbowed him in the face, cutting his forehead open, and then finished him with a right uppercut.
Bryan then moved over to a woman who was covering her ears and laying on the ground. He helped her up, and walked her over to Kelly.
"Get her with the others." he said.
"Got it." Kelly said back.
As Kelly escorted the woman to the rest of the team, he walked back to the terrorist who was writhing in pain on the ground. He grabbed him by the vest, and stood him up. He threw him into a chair that was in the office, and punched him in the face, as he was beginning to come to his senses.
"Agh, fuck you!" he screamed clutching his nose.
The accent was an American one, and this guy definitely had the features of one. Bryan reached back, and punched him again. The terrorist was now turned hostage, and he spat a mouth full of blood onto the floor.
"How many more of you are there in this building?" Bryan asked, sounding really pissed off.
"Fuck off, asshole."
"Wrong answer." Bryan said, as he again punched his captive in the face.
"Fuck, that hurts!" the captive yelled.
"How many?" he asked again.
"We had men station on the 25th, 26th, and 27th floors. That was it. There was only fifteen of us."
Bryan thought back, and figured that they would have gotten them all.
"What were you after?" Bryan asked. "Why did you want the financial records? Were you going to rip them off? Was this just a robbery?"
"Fuck you. I'm not telling you anything else." the captive said, and spat blood at Bryan.
Bryan was now really pissed off. He kicked the captive in the chest, knocking the chair over, and the man with it. He rolled on the ground, and coughed and cried in agony, clutching his chest. Bryan moved overtop the downed captive, and pulled him up again, and slammed him against the wall.
"What the fuck were you after here?" he screamed.
He got no response, and then threw the terrorist across the room, against the wall to his right. The captive bounced off the wall, and turned around to receive another right hand from Bryan to his face. His back hit the wall, and he slid down, coughing up more blood.
"What were you after?" Bryan asked again.
"The records…"he coughed. "Tricell is the enemy. Not us. They've been working on Umb-"
A gunshot rang out, and the captive chest exploded in a spray of crimson.
"What the fuck!" Bryan screamed.
He stood up and turned around to see Kelly standing there, with his 9mm Beretta 92FS pointed, and smoking.
"Kelly! What the fuck! He was going to tell us what they were after? What's your fucking problem, fucktard?" Bryan shouted.
"Sorry Bryan. I just can't stand his kind. Taking hostages, and murdering people. Fucking piece of shit. Doesn't deserve to live, confession or not."
Kelly put his sidearm away, and Bryan walked out of the room, more upset than he'd been in quite some time. He glanced back and saw an insignia on the dead terrorists shirt that he had seen not long ago. Bryan stopped in his tracks.
"Oh shit." he gasped.
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