The glowing orb of light cast its final gleams of hope as the MH-60 Black Hawk attack helicopter traversed across the fallen city. The soldiers on board all focused their vision down below to the scene of mayhem and destruction. Massive hordes of the undead were engaging civilian, military, and police alike and not faring very well. The pilot decelerated the bird and began hovering above the targeted landing zone; he slowly lowered the helo towards the ground but stalled out twenty feet above.
"LZ's too hot, sir." Signaled the pilot to Commander Baron. They were prepared for this situation, and by a simple hand signal, the rappelling ropes were lowered to the ground.
The first to make the descent was "Sharpe", one of the team's heavy support specialists. He gripped a hold of the rope and checked for its durability before sliding down and landing, bent kneed, on the ground, right in the middle of a battle between police forces and the undead. Without hesitation he grabbed his FN M240G machine gun, switched the selector from safe to automatic and started laying down a barrage of fire at the infected. Next came the two assault specialists, "Shooter" & "Fox", equipped with a CAR-15 Colt Commando and FN SCAR-H, respectively. They each took their positions and began picking their shots as "Dagger", "D-Mo", and "Doc" all rappelled down below. Finally it was time for Baron and Frost to make their decent. The two friends looked to each other and nodded, as that was the only means of displaying any type of emotion from beneath their lifeless respirators. They grabbed their designated ropes and hurried down, joining their team who were already engaged in the battle below.
Baron scanned the area, observing the rushed police barricades that had been placed up on either end of the street to try and slow the advancement of the infected. From the look of things, all had not gone as planned. The MH-60 dropped the ropes and ascended into the air, disappearing from line of sight shortly after. Strangely enough there was still power in this small section of the city as indicated by the street lamps that shone down from overhead. Perfect, they wouldn't need to activate their night vision and thus still maintain a clear readout on their Heads Up Display as opposed to the green hue caused from the NV. Baron completed the preset perimeter they had conceived in the briefing before the mission as he switched his HK G36C to single-shot, took a knee, and began selecting his shots at any undead who broke through the barricades. Though lifeless and without any higher level thinking, the creatures seemed to be hesitant to close in for the kill on the group of twenty or so uniformed police officers. Did they possess enough intelligence to know about fire superiority? It was doubtful, but for some reason they held back. They had the numbers to overwhelm both the U.S.S. and R.P.D. but weren't capitalizing on that advantage. Finally, some began stepping forward, knocking down a wooden barricade held in place by sandbags at the bottom. Baron peered through his scope towards the optic ruby reticule that was sighted in between and slightly above the nearest creature's eyes. He depressed the trigger twice, sending two 5.56x45mm NATO Full Metal Jacket tracer rounds right through the cranium of the undead, dropping it in a lifeless slump to the ground.
It must have been the trigger to set off the undead as they all began storming the area from both sides. The U.S.S. unit opened fire in a synchronized motion, as if they could read each other's mind. As the rapid moving horde of undead began closing in they slowly began backing up towards a group of squad cruisers set up in a triangular pattern as to provide some cover to the remaining police officers. Trying as they would, the rotting corpses were no match for the U.S.S. soldiers who were some of the best shooters in the world. Both Frost & Baron were "President's 100" meaning they were among the top one hundred marksman in the United States and as far as they were concerned, they were numbers one and two. Each soldier fired their designated weapons, the likes of which weren't even universally on the market at the time. Most of the weapons the elite unit possessed were still in the developmental stages in the mainstream, but thanks to the influence Umbrella had the company was able to purchase and modify all the weapons to their likings, ensuring fire superiority in any conflict the unit might engage in. This was proving to be true as the mass of infected began rapidly decreasing with each precision shot. Finding themselves backed against the squad cars, six of the soldiers fell back within the ranks of the officers while the two heavy gunners climbed atop the hoods of the squad cars and unleashed a hellfire of powerful rounds that leveled anything that had the courage to get too close.
When the smoke had settled all of the attackers had been disposed of. The police officers stood there in shock and relieved that they had been spared on this night of terror. One of the officers walked over to Baron and extended his hand in gratitude.
"Thank you guys so much, I thought we were dead for sure."
Baron looked from the man's hand and back up to his face. His eyes indicated he was an older man, no doubt a textbook officer, but they also let the U.S.S. Commander know he was both afraid and inquisitive. Without acknowledging the policeman's gratitude on behalf of the trained soldiers, Commander Baron responded in a commanding, if somewhat sinister tone.
"And what makes you think you're not going to die?
The officer looked puzzled as he lowered his hand. With lightning quick reflex, Baron reached down to his right thigh and unholstered his Colt M1911 Customized Government Edition sidearm, raised it eye level with the officer and fired, sending .45 ACP Jacketed Hollow Point round through his right eye and out the back of his head. The officer's body dropped to the pavement and before any of his comrades could react, they found themselves with the same fate as their companion, gunned down by the other seven killers. No emotion came from any team member as they began walking away from their massacre, avoiding the carcasses of the formerly living dead while they continued to their objective.
"I expect this anytime we come across law enforcement or civilians. We will take no prisoners." Baron sharply addressed his subordinates. He turned to Frost, about to speak, when the executive officer pushed him down, lifted up his powerful M82A1 sniper rifle, and fired a power .50AE caliber round through a creature that seemed to be airborne. The shot rang out through the night; it was almost deafening to anyone in the area and was surely heard by anything either living or dead that happened to be within a mile radius of the group. Baron stood up and turned around to see what Frost had just killed. It was a skinless crimson creature with serrated claws instead of fingers, identified by local as a "Licker" but to the trained agents it was just another experiment that had failed. Baron turned back to his friend and nodded.
"Guess I owe you one, man."
The only acknowledgement that came from Frost was a simple nod. There was no sense in wasting time talking when they had a mission to carry out. So the group moved on, keeping in two tight columns as they swept the streets from each side.