Only Us

Deployment

The sound of helicopter blades beating gravity into submission filled the air as the H.A.D.E.S team headed toward the drop-off point. A research facility in the artic had gone dark last week and command was getting antsy.

The team leader, Codenamed Jager. Came in over the radio.

"Radio check. All Units check in."
"Scylla Copy."
"Brick Hard Copy."
"Reaper I'm here."
"Doc I hear ya."
"Jager good copy."

The two left out were newer members of the team. They had been with only a year now. Hand selected from elite units all over the world. One was a large man. Dressed in some of the newest gear The Continental could offer. His appearance was over all intimidating. Especially since only one person on the team ever saw him without the mask on.
When he spoke he had a soft Russian accent. His voice deep and smooth.

"Wick...Solid Copy." He then looked over at his partner. The optics of his mask glowing in the low light. Nodding softly to his partner.

Her lithe frame was almost hidden by the one point of the helicopter that seemed to have no light, if it did then it didn't seem to matter because it seemed not to touch her. She was dressed in combat fatigues that hugged her body to the pore but a few differences being the material, almost like a light absorbent colour better then black. When she was in snow it worked the same, absorbing the light bouncing off it and seeming like one with the terrain. Underneath however her body was covered in the one tattoo. A tattoo she only let someone she could trust see as that meant going under the suit and her body was very off limits to most of the group. She could easily say she has met with curiosity and let it blow right back in their faces.

She nodded back, the gesture only seen by an attentive eye, to her partner and spoke through the same material that covered her face in a gas mask that also functions as an underwater breather. 

"Mirror, clear as glass." She spoke in as unaccented voice as possible. She nudged Wick's foot to grab his attention, then brought her head out of the shadow to tilt it at him. Her sign for "How do you feel or are you excited?"

Ace smiled a bit and continued. "Fantastic. Situation is Fubar. Command wants a sweep and clean. We are going in hot. Team one. We are securing the Sample of GZ-37 from the lower labs, Team two you are to get to the server rooms and wipe the slates clean. Take an axe to everything of you gotta just make sure there's nothing left to pick through. Team three soul sweep. Each team will be dropped at I filtration points. RV is the helipad outside the main lobby. Any questions? No? Good!"

Wick looked at Mirror. Holding up a hand extending two fingers then rotating rapidly. The sign for 'Ready to rock.' The two had worked together so often they could practically read each other's minds. Wick himself was the teams Demolition and CQC specialist. Always ready for a fight, and something of a legend among the men. He also held the champion title for sparring matches in the company. Though he had his weaknesses. Which Mirror made up for in spades. The woman was remarkable. Though what scared him was how quiet she was. He was rather sure if she never wanted to be found again. She could make it happen.

"20 seconds team three."

That meant Wick and Mirror would be getting off soon. So he stood. Glad he had a mission to focus on. Even if it was dirty work. Mostly because he was getting paid good. But partly because he would have to fantisize about the molecularly tight suit his partner wore...He felt the chopper lurch. He then grabbed his gear and slid down the rope. Landing in a crouch and stepping forward. His optics scanning the snow covered walkway. Feeding him tactical data while he waited for Mirror.

She acknowledged Wick's sign and pointed at them both and made a fist, 'let's rock.' While she listened to the instructions of Ace, a soul sweep was her most skilled department, whether it was dispatching said souls or just watching what they were doing without being seen... she did it without complaint or failure. Infiltration and assassination, that was her specialty. She could make her way up behind anyone and drive her needles into any point, leaving them paralyzed or braindead and if she wanted she could drive it into their throat and walk away while they bled out, unable to call for help. She gestured to the others with two peace signs, one upside down as a symbol for the clover, good luck to anyone who had bothered to learn her symbols.

Mirror watched Wick go down the rope and spent the remaining leeway time watching for any danger before dropping down next to him, her suit adapting to the white surroundings becoming almost invisible in the current terrain. She took in her partner's stance and couldn't help but admire his physical prowess over the years, especially enjoying watching his matches, being one of the few times she showed outright emotions. Cheering him on, still in her suit of course but as the others were being blatantly emotional... so could she. She never yelled or spoke even but she pumped her fists and clapped him on the back, Mirror thought she should probably let him hear her voice soon. A year of understanding each other had earnt that.

She bumped his shoulder and made several signs, allowing her hands to go black for a moment. ''Kill more targets... if any... hear me.'' She challenged as she scoped the area for movement, moving ahead in the walk way, keeping to the sides and watching for vulnerable areas.

Soul sweep. Kill any survivors of the Incident.

Wick didn't have any hope that this was a false alarm. They only ever got sent in when everything was just as bad as it could get. Last month a cult formed in a research bunker in Germany. They were trying to revive the occult projects the Nazis worked on in the fourties. They had seen some weird stuff on that mission. But in the end it was handled. Just like this mission would be.

He gave her a nod in the affirmative. His mask had several sensor overlays in the optics. Night vision, Thermal, Electric, Sonar. He had a ways to track anyone and everyone. There was no hiding from him.
Much like her he had very little reservation about killing. He had been recruited from the Russian Spetznaz. Who were in own for their brutal and rigorous training. So when it came to something like a soul sweep. Both of them were perfect for it.

"The only thing I feel when I pull the trigger. Is recoil."

He had said that once. He couldn't remember when. But he still felt it to be very true.

As she went down the Catwalk. He followed close behind. In his hands was a G36C. One of his favorite rifles of all time. In a holster on his hip was a stA-18 combat pistol. Good for precision and close up work due to it's optional full auto mode.

Soon they came to a door. They whole team had been given the master access code to the facility. Which gave them the ability to open any door in the whole base. Wick was quick to type it in and head inside. Stopping on the other side of the door. He waited for the shimmer of air that was his partner to move by before closing and locking the door behind them. In case anyone tried to run.

"Jager to H.A.D.E.S teams two and one are deployed. Begin mission."

Wick then waves forward and started advancing. Rifle mounted flashlight coming to life to chase away the shadows of the darkened facility. He then swept it along the floor and the walls. So far there was no sign of what happened. But what he didn't like. Was how quiet it was...