"All right, lads, there's the ranch house," Mick said while looking through his rifle scope, "Remember the plan?"

"Da, we will rescue girl." said Mikhail, the big burly Russian, also known as Heavy. In his big meaty hands he held his minigun "Sasha", gentle like, like a lover. Hell, it wouldn't surprise anyone if he was screwing the thing.

"Hold on now, mate. Let me find a vantage point." Mick said, scanning the area. There it was. An old wooden tower overlooking the ranch. It was the perfect spot for the sniper to get a bird's eye view.

"There. I'll head up there, and then Emeric, once I've taken out the guard you can move in." he said.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Sniper." the Frenchman said, cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Guess we'll find out." and with that he was off. Mick slung his rifle over his shoulder and pulled out a knife from a sheath strapped to his leg. He snuck his way around the back of the tower where there was a set of stairs leading to the top of the boxed in tower, where a guard sat positioned.

"Bloody wanker." he mumbled to himself as he made his way up the stairs, knife in hand. The guard sat on a stool, rifle at his side. He puffed on a cigarette as he watched over the ranch. A board squeaked behind him. He looked over his shoulder only to see Mick swinging down on him with the knife, blade sinking into his neck. He grabbed at Mundy's arm, managing only a gurgling noise from his throat. Mick yanked the blade from the man's neck and laid his body to the floor. He then got himself positioned.

"All right, lads, guard's taken out. Get a move on, Spy. And remember, we need the girl alive. Kill everyone else." he said over his radio.

"Heading in now," said Emeric, shimmering a moment before turning invisible, "This girl better be worth it."

"For sixty grand? I'd say so." commented Jeremy.

"I'll set up a sentry at the entrance so no one tries to sneak up on ya, Emeric." said Dell, adjusting his hardhat before scooping up his toolbox and making his way. Mick kept a close eye on the surrounding area, while the rest of the team went to their positions.

Medic adjusted the heavy pack on his back. The medi-gun was a revolutionary creation -albeit the Administrator would have his head if he ever tried to make any profit from it- that came in handy and could be the balance between winning and losing a fight, but God above was it heavy. When he'd get the comment about his muscle tone, he'd often joke that it was due to lugging the damn thing around all the time.

He huffed wearily. He grew bored of being left on the sidelines, waiting for someone to get hurt. For once he wanted to be the one doing the hurting. "The healing is not as rewarding as the hurting." he always told himself. He considered it to be a bit of a motto. In fact, he'd say that the only reason he does heal anyone is so he can continue to hurt people. And experiment on them. Boy was Heavy the perfect test subject. Maybe those psychiatrists were right; he is a bit of a nutcase.

Bang! Ting!

The noise pulled the medic from his thoughts. Someone had shot at him! And hit the pack for the medi-gun no less! Those dummkopfs! He didn't hesitate and took cover around the corner of a shed building. He quickly threw off the medi-gun to give himself more freedom of mobility if he had to fight. The medi-gun was useless now anyhow.

He positioned himself with his back flat against the wall of the shed, holding his breath to allow himself to hear better. Footsteps were slowly approaching. He clenched his fists and prepared to defend himself. Just then a gun rounded the corner. Ludwig didn't give his attacker any time as he quickly grabbed their wrist, pulled them close, and sent a blow to their gut with his knee. The attacker stumbled, but Ludwig had underestimated just how strong they may have been. Ludwig was suddenly struck across the face with the attacker's free hand, but the medic wasn't exactly weak himself. His head snapped to the side from the blow, but this just angered him further.

The attacker wrenched his wrist from Ludwig's grasp and shoved him back. Another shot fired as Ludwig tackled the man to the ground, the gun flying from his hand. The medic wrapped his hands around his attacker's neck and squeezed. The man gasped for air and struggled beneath his opponent, digging his heels into the dirt, one hand gripping the medic's wrist, the other flailing around to find anything to defend himself with. But then he froze as the man squeezing the life from him grabbed something from his belt. A saw. A fucking bone saw! Ludwig laughed maniacally and only a scream was able to escape the man's throat before Ludwig began to saw through the soft flesh. Blood spurted from the man's now open neck, splattering over Ludwig's clothes and face. The man went limp, but the medic did not stop until he sawed completely through, decapitating his opponent. The dry ground thirstily soaked up the blood pooling around the body.

With a grimace Ludwig got to his feet, breathing heavily. He looked down and saw a growing spot of red on his torso, his clothing slowly getting soaked. It seems he had been shot when he tackled that man.

"Well that's not good," he said to himself, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Damn this Texas heat.

"What the hell did you do to my brother?" Shouted a voice from behind him. He groaned, annoyed, and turned around to see a Hispanic man, a near splitting image of the one he had just killed. Great. Twins.

"There's two of you? As if one wasn't bad enough," Ludwig said, the bone saw still gripped tightly in his hand, blood dripping from its serrated blade, "Guess you'll have to join him."

The man pulled a knife from his belt, his chest heaving with rage. Ludwig on the other hand smiled darkly, cool as a cucumber, his breathing controlled. This would be easy.

"I've got eyes on the girl, top floor. Looks like an office space or somethin', "Mick said, looking through his scope, "Spy, think ya can get up there?"

"This is me you're talking about, of course I can." Responded the French man. There was a gurgling gasp through the radio as Emeric cut someone's throat. The sniper couldn't help but roll his eyes. That spy was so full of himself.

"Just be careful. In and out."

"Just because Pauling put you in charge doesn't mean you get to boss me around."

"Gentlemen, let's be civil like. Save the bickering for later." Dell piped in.

"Just let me know when you're in the room, Spy," Mick said irritably, "Looks like there's two guards with her. I can take one out and you the other."

"Yes, yes. Easy enough."

Sage looked at her captors pleadingly, pulling against the zip ties that kept her in the chair as she begged for them to let her go. She was terrified. What did they want with her? Ransom money? Her father was rich, surely he would pay for it if that's what they wanted.

"Shut up, girl." Said one, seated on the desk facing her, his back to the window. Suddenly the window shattered, followed by a loud bang and the man's head exploding. His body slumped to the floor, twitching. Sage screamed in fear of what she had just witnessed, blood and brain matter now covering her. She pulled against her restraints with all her might when her other captor shouted.

"Shit! There's a sniper-" he was cut short as an invisible hand went over his mouth. Before he had a chance to react a blade was stabbed into his jugular. He gasped, blood spurting from his neck as the knife was yanked free. He fell to the floor, bleeding out.

Emeric pressed a button on his watch and seemed to appear out of thin air as his invisibility dropped. Sage looked at the masked man, wide eyed with fear.

"Please, don't hurt me!" She begged.

"Shh, we're here to help, "he said, using his butterfly knife to swiftly cut her restraints, then over his radio he said, "Sniper, Engineer, I have the girl."

"Great job, partner, "Dell responded, "Get her to the van and let's get outta here."

"Come on," the spy said, grabbing the girl's wrist and pulling her to her feet. He didn't give her time to say anything as he pulled her out of the office.