"Don't forget what we came to do. " Came the soft voice of a woman through the small speaker that had been placed in each of their ears. A few people grunted Acknowledgment into the small microphone that was attached to each ear piece. There was one distinctive huff From the same woman before she continued on to say, "We will stick around for another minute, see if there are any guards making rounds . But after that, we move . Quick and efficient, we take out as many of them as we can . Don't go getting yourself hurt for no reason. And remember the most important part: we are here to get a hostage. "
It was quiet enough that Neon Hershal Could hear the rasp Of lips on microphones as a few of his squad Nervously licked At the chapped skin there. He Didn't blame them, his sister's plans Usually involved some level of risk, though some might just call it stupidity.. He Himself may Have called it that once or twice. But despite this, he knew that his sister could be a tactical genius. Even if those tactical plans somehow ended up involving me being the one to snag ourselves a pretty little hostage. He thought wryly With a soft twist of his lips upwards.
"If you keep makin' Me nervous like this Italy, I am likely to be needin'a new pair of britches..." One of the men Grunted, adding a Soft chuckle At the end.
Neon Could just picture the look on his sister's face, The way her pale skin Would redden Slightly, her lips Tightened slightly as her eyebrows lowered over narrowed green eyes that were bright with intelligence.. She was the perfect image of an Irish woman, Short of Stature and topped With flaming orange hair. Even her voice took on a slight lilt When the proper mood overtook her Something which happened at that moment. "I suggest that you Grow up real fast sonny Jim If you're going to be in my squad, Or get out of my site before I help you fill those Britches of yours." She Said in a good impersonation of something the man himself might say. There were a few More good-humored chuckles, intermittent With a couple soft grumbles, before Italy said sharply, "Focus!"
Neon Found himself flashing a brief grin before he allowed it to melt back into concentration. His sister could be as hotheaded as her hair suggested at times. He was completely opposite from her in personality almost as obviously as They were different physically. Their father had been Polynesian by birth, and this made the siblings as different as one could imagine. Where one was short, fair, and redheaded, the other was large, broad shouldered, with black hair That fell thickly around his ears. Yet despite these differences, Neon Retained a slightly lighter complexion as well as the mirror image of Irish green eyes. These Narrowed a fraction of an inch as he began to scan the compound, making mental notes of different entry points as well as any movement from the guards. His muscles bunched In preparation for the command when everything seemed to sit still for a heartbeat.
His world seemed to narrow in concentration as Neon darted Forward at an incredible speed, Heading straight towards one of the outer walls. Without pausing to even blink, Neon had Run almost horizontally up The side of the wall. Part of this had To do with his increased speed and strength, while The other could be attributed to the fact that his shoes Were specially designed with extra gripping soles. Which ever it was, he made it to the top of the wall within seconds, fingers finding Exact points to grip as he vaulted his body up and over the barb wire. With barely any sound at all, Neon Landed on the inside of the compound, absorbing the impact in the balls of his feet, And was almost instantly standing up straight once again. The guard that he came face-to-face with looked almost as baffled as he did. Both of them stared at one another for a moment before Neon Collected his scattered thoughts and quickly darted his hands forward before the man Could react. They closed around his mouth and across the back of his neck, jerking Sharply to either side. There was a soft popping crack And the light of intelligence Abruptly Vanished from the man's eyes. Guiding the now lifeless body to the ground, It allowed itself to crumple quietly against the base of the wall and Neon Found himself feeling slightly bitter With the silent exchange. He didn't like to kill, even if he did live in a world where it was kill or be killed....
It was about that moment that his heart stuttered several beats when a loud wailing Suddenly tore the air to pieces. Eyes wide, He Instinctively dropped into a crouch, Head turning quickly from side to side. "What in the name of all that is good is that?" He breathed Into his microphone, voice barely able to get out around the swell in his throat.
There were several choice curses colorfully spit Into several microphones, Several sounded confused. After a moment, one voice cut across the rest in a sharp tone. Even Italy sounded afraid when she said, "It's the alarm. They know we're here.."