ENTRY POINT
2012-2-19 THE BLACKSITE
The semi-truck pulled to a smooth stop, unloading a surprisingly light shipping container. If the guards at the entrance had not only checked if there was a shipment coming, but also the I.D. of the driver, they would have seen that this was not the correct driver. And if they had checked inside of the container when they realized it was so, they would have seen a very interesting sight indeed. Because the shipment was not of extra supplies but a single crate and man, with a Raven and a bag with other items of intrest. But that was not the case.

The man's name was Whiteout. Around a month earlier, an organization that called itself Halcyon had approached him with an offer. Sneak into a police station, steal some files related to Phoenix, and get out. It had gone largely without a hitch. Then, a few days later, the payments came through. He had thought that was it.

But that wasn't the end. Far from it.

Whiteout was offered a more permanent position on a phone call, and he accepted. He didn't know why they offered, but he didn't care that much. After all, he only wanted the money. And now here he was, about to break another Halcyon operative out of a very secure prison. Obvioulsy, not secure enough, Whiteout thought. "Well... time for the big leauges," he said softly. They had barely stopped for thirty seconds for a security check. Now, to get out of the container.

The top of the container had a false top. Whiteout was able to get the top down without making noise, and also able to set up a ladder. Climbing up just enough to peek over the top, he placed his first item, a microcam, on the wall, which when viewed on his tablet, allowed him to see that he was in a storage area with many shipping containers, that appeared to be right at the entrance. Then he dropped back into the container with a soft THUMP. Whiteout observed for around fifteen seconds. There was a balcony with a ladder that led to what looked like some kind of control room, along with a few cameras tht would defenently catch him if he wasn't careful. There were around 7 guards patrolling around the entire area, plus a few he figured he couldn't see.

I can knock out one, and take his clothes, then go around methodicaly looping or disabling cameras. Then I could get into that control room. Whiteout waited a few seconds for a guard to be in the right position, then when no one was looking, climbed down the side of the container and landed softly next a guard. The guard looked at him with a slightly openmouthed expression. Whiteout swiftly knocked him out with his Raven, then took him back to the container by climbing on a forklift. Taking his disguise, he retrived his microcam, climbed down, and walked quickly off toward the ladder that led up to the balcony,passing an obvlivious guard on the way.

After climbing up the ladder, there was another guard looking out over the balcony. She turned to him with a slightly confused expression, and was immediantly knocked out by Whiteout. Then he dropped her body off at the shipping container, as there wasnt a good place elswhere.

Going back to the control room, he used the keycard he got from the first guard to unlock the door, then, pulling out the Raven, opened the door and said, "Okay, on the ground. Now." The two guards in the room complied, as they were taken by suprise, and in turn were knocked out and placed into the dumpster in the corner.

The next door led to a restricted area. Peeking around the next door, Whiteout saw a guard standing under a camera, looking down a hallway. As he moved closer, she saw him and pulled out her S97, taking aim, and begining a call on her walkie. She spoke the first words, "There's a-," and was knocked out. The walkie was still on. He heard a voice coming from it, asking what the problem was. Picking up the walkie, disguising his voice as best he could, he said, "... It was a trick of the eyes, sorry for bothering you." He held his breath for a few seconds, and...

"Don't let it happen again. You are a Steel Cove Guard. You do not make mistakes." The walkie clicked out.

Steel Cove. That was interesting. Whiteout bagged the SC guard's body, dumping it in the control room. It was luck that the camera wasn't facing down a few more inches. He looped the camera, the ran down the halway it was facing.

Before coming here, the driver of the semi-truck had given him a map to the cell block. Whiteout followed it now, avoiding guards and cameras by hiding in rooms along the way and using microcams. Eventually, he reached the ventilation shaft that led to the cell block. Dropping down from it,he opend the dor to the cell block. He ran under the central observation deck, then knocked out an SC guard that would have seen him, bagging her as well. He climbed up the ladder that led to the observation deck, knocked out an SC guard there, then stashed them in the dumpster close by.

Opening the door to the observation deck, Whiteout pointed his gun at the officer and said, " Alright, where is the prisoner?" It took a bit of convinving, but the guard eventually told him the prisoner was in cell block C. After knocking the guard out, leaving him there, he used the console to open the door. For security reasons, the door wouldn't open right away, so he took his time getting to the door.

When the door opened, he stepped inside...

And found the operative sitting in a chair, looking down at the floor.

She looked up, then stood. "And who are YOU supposed to be?

"Whiteout." He handed her a custom pistol. "Halcyon sent me, we're getting you out."

She examined the pistol. "...Took you long enough."