Somewhere on the island of Altis
The red glare of the building's emergency lights glinted harshly off of the lens of Brute's gas mask, and he squinted slightly, cursing under his breath before refocusing on the downed Chaos Insurgency member at his feet. The man, although dressed in an atypical uniform, was still most definitely not a member of the Foundation; it showed most glaringly in his inability to fend off the two MTF soldiers that had stormed the former Foundation outpost and caught him and his compatriots completely unawares. Behind him, he could hear the sounds of two pairs of boots scuffling around on the concrete floor, grunts, and rustling noises as Spray delt with the other remaining Chaos Insurgent. He let go of the barrel of his rifle, reaching up to wipe away some blood that had splattered onto the visor of his gas mask, before returning his attention onto the man bleeding out on the floor in front of him, shaking hand raised in fear. Dimly, he could make out the sounds of muffled pleas, desperation spurring the coward to seek amnesty for his crimes. A sneer crept across his face, and Brute leveled his suppressed muzzle at the face of the injured man. He caught a brief glimpse of wide, fear-filled eyes behind the gas mask, before he deftly squeezed the trigger once, and the man's corpse collapsed to the floor. A sickening 'crack' echoed through the hallway, and Brute turned to see Spray removing the butt of his rifle from the caved-in head of the Insurgent he'd been grappling with, red splattered across his balaclava and goggles.
"You took your time", he said flatly. Spray scoffed and shouldered his rifle, ignoring the blood soaking into his uniform as he strode forwards.
"Like you weren't playing with your food either", the other man replied blithely as he came level with Brute before the two MTF continued down the hallway. "Remind me why we're still trying to play patsy with those backwoods cops? They've seen far too much already."
"Because as much as they are a breach of security...", Brute shot back, sweeping his rifle up as he stepped through a doorway, putting a single bullet into the head of a Chaos Insurgent who had been caught dumbstruck by the man's nonchalant entry. "They're useful muscle." Behind him, Spray's gun let out a suppressed cough, and another man went down, the only two occupants in the room. A large computer setup dominated the far wall, and the two Foundation agents approached it. "Besides", the gas-mask wearing man said as he pulled a thumb drive from his vest, inserting it into the port on the side of the terminal. "They still think we're just as green as they are when it comes to anomalies. That's useful." Brute made sure to stress the final word as the virus concocted by the Foundation's tech wizards burned its way through the serves of the outpost, corrupting and eliminating any sensitive information on [Project Goliath].
Spray snorted, but made no further comments. Together, the two men turned and left the room, and made their way back through the hallway they had come. As they exited the outpost, they passed more corpses of Chaos Insurgents, all eliminated with such surgical precision, it was like a team of 10 or more men swept through here; at least, that's what the ragtag group of policemen would think when they "stumbled" across Spray and Brute's handiwork. But they couldn't stick around to revel in the shock their actions would cause...
There were still loose ends to tie up, after all...
(Full disclaimer this is not my story, its a friend of mine's who gave me permission to post it up, i just provide him inspiration with the screenshot i used as a story pic)
(also full warning, if anybody actually read this far dont expect any kind of update schedule, these are just gonna be a series of loosely connected short's that follow our own bit of lore we crafted for some arma op's lol)