Rook stabbed his knife through the neck of the masked figure, his hand covering his victims mouth as the masked man died in a matter of moments, his body going limp as Rook let the corpse fsll to the ground. He dragged the body behind a tree, laying it against the trunk before he continued on his way, sneaking though the underbrush near the outside of the camp. Rook heared movement to his right snd saw two more of the masked guards, one had a sword while the other had a holstered pistol. Rook observed the two, watching as they spoke for a few more seconds before the one with the sword laughed about something and walked away, giving Rook the chance to sneak up on the pistol wielder, who had her back turned to Rook.
Rook stealthily approached, pulling his combat knife from it's sheath and preparing for a takedown, when she turned around suddenly, pistol in hand as she had heard Rook due to her Faunus trait, a set of pink rabbit ears that twitched on her head. She pointed the pistol at Rook, ready to yell about the intruder, when he closed the distance between them in a second, his knife plunging into her forehead as he covered her mouth in case she screamed.
She had no chance to as Rook pulled the blade from her skull, blood seeping out of the wound as the limp body fell to the ground, Rook searching through her pockets, finding some weird plastic cards, and two extra mags for the pistol. He grabbed the pistol from it's holster, checking the magazine, before he holstered the gun and continued to the main building of the camp. He climb onto a shipping container, giving him a vantage point over the camp. He spotted several masked guards wandering around an open area, armed with either rifles or shotguns, from the looks of the weapons. He spotted a watchtower across the camp, a single guard with a bolt-action rifle sitting in it, his back to Rook.
'Idiots, no way to see of anyone has breached the camp from the west side.' Rook thought to himself, looking back to the main building as two figures walked out of it. The one on the left was a brute of a man, towering over the other easily, his arm's bulging with muscle, his mask covering his entire face, red symbols etched into it. A large sword of some sort was slung over his back, the metal painted a bright white. The one on the right was lean, and a girl, on the account of the shapely curves of her body, but Rook didn't look to long.
She wasn't dressed like the others though, her outfit a mix of black and white, along with the fact she didn't even have a mask like the others.