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Xavier sighed, leaving his suit unbutton as the damn thing always left his skin itchy, his medals on the side from his precious fighting days. He raised a brow over at Charles's and Gath's antics, knowing Charles was just egging him on as well as Goliath doing the same goddam thing. He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, slowly shaking his head as he whispered over into William's ear, "And they're trained soldiers." He then turned to this new CO, asking, "One quick question mam. Just out of curiosity, what were your precious assignments? Black ops, spetsnaz, or what?"

"This is how, big man: DROP AND GIVE ME A THOUSAND!" She would install discipline in the heavy. As for Lazar, she determined that he wanted questions judging from body language. "Any other questions?" She scanned the room for others. Clearly she was the bad cop if Center was the good cop. She noticed that though Alina is one of the few females, she would still be just as scary as her male counterparts.

Needlessly, Alina was not to be trifled with. "Spetsnaz was my previous specialty."

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William stared at Goliath as he got to work on push ups. He had to admit: Goliath was most definitely the strongest of the group, at least physically. Mentally? Not by a long shot. The rookie...Damn, that mouth! Stitched together and shit. Wow. Alina was tough. Spetznaz was tough, though, so it was to be expected. This squad wasn't the best the world could offer, but it was near that.

Lazar was a respectable soldier, by all means. Not much else to say. Charles and Dilana were smart. Given the fact Dilana was the head of science and research, though, that was to be expected. Xav...He didn't know that well, honestly. They might have to eat dinner together or some shit. Will's treat. Thinking about food made his stomach rumble. Hopefully a mission didn't start before he could get a meal.

"You're lucky I'm not sitting on you, big man." She then scanned the area as she was keeping an eye on Goliath. "If you think Center is tough, you're nightmares will start with your's truly." She vowed to discipline anyone who gets out of line, even physically. Her husband, she reflected, was bigger than this man. "Let this be a lesson."

One hour later, once things died down, the television screens showed horrific images of civilians being slaughtered at random in Tehran. "Breaking news brought to this hour! Eyewitnesses show a change in the paranormal phenomenon! Civilians are being targeted at random. For those who are unarmed and unable for self-defense, lock your doors and bar your windows! The supernatural are attacking citizens in urban and suburban areas!"

An alarm blared throughout the headquarters. Main Officer Arnold Bradley briefed the crew. "The paranormal are doing this to send a message. That message they want to send is that no one can stop them. Let's prove them wrong. Pack your bags! We're heading to Tehran, Iran!"

"Saved by the bell! Let's GO!" Alina commanded. She would partake in and observe the mission. "Do not disappoint us."

William rushed to the armoury. Putting his armour over his Paracom suit, he followed up by strapping on the holsters. He picked up his trusty Paracom knife, strapping it onto his waist. Putting his pump action shotgun on his back, he strapped a pistol to his hip. Finally, he put on his helmet. "H.U.D: Active. Paracom and Paranormal detectors: Online. Thermal, NV, motion detection and infra-red status: Ready. All systems, online." The A.I voice of his high tech helmet spoke into his ears. Solemnly, William turned around. "Let's go."

No. Not William.
Corporal William.

He was going to kill these alien bastards. They took families and children from the world. Innocents.

They will pay.

Xavier's face harden immediately, his hands tightening into white-knuckled fists at those paranormal bastards. He knew exactly how bad things were with these bastards when a terror attack happened, he saw it in Keyna one too many times. Though killing pirates was never something he would complain about, the things he saw them do....It was enough to shut even Gath up. His jaw set in anger he immediately grabbed slung his rifle over his shoulder, rushing to get suit up and throw off the dam grunt jacket he wore at the barracks, slipping on his body armor and clothing before slipping on his helmet, rushing to meet up with William as he spoke up, "What do you think we'll be facing this time? Doubt damn meat monkeys can do much in this case."

"I don't know, mate. Those things we fucked up on the beach seemed like grunts, to me. Bottom of the food chain. If they have a commander...They probably sent in stronger wankers." He sighed. "Those things they did, on the TV...It just..." He slammed his fist into a wall. "GODDAMNIT! It just isn't right. They're going to pay for this. All of them." He breathed slowly. "All of them." He continued walking to the VTOL plane, passion in each step.

"After the sniper of course," Xavier agreed, hands clenching tightly on his rifle with a shaky grip as he met Will's angered steps with his own, flashes of men getting mauled by beasts, getting ripped limb form limb appearing in his mind as his nostrils flaring as he lost some good men to it. Deciding to let some insight for Will, he recited from the tattoo he long ago got on his back, "Sniper, first one in, and first one to fire. Got that tattooed on my back a couple years ago."

Charles did't really wait to much when he heard the alerts in the mess hall. He calmly walked to the barracks and found reached under his bed pulling out a black box, he reached inside in pulled out the desert-camo painted Kevlar armor from his service for the US. The Kevlar seemed to fit as well as it had and there was actually still a clip from his M9 still in one of the pockets. He then strapped the helmet he had spent a few nights upgrading in France, onto his head and went to the armory to see what he could grab that would be the best tactically for this mission. He spotted a rather old, but still quite pristine HK33 lying in the back he blew the dust off it and told the attendant he was gonna be taking it on this mission. To which he replied, "Man no ones touched that thing since I been here, I'm not even sure if its on record." After a quick search though the gun was in fact in the system and he told him all his information and went on his way. He quickly got the ammunition he needed and was at the drop ship waiting with the rest of the crew.

Unlike the usual helmet, he was wearing sort of a normal issued Kevlar helmet with a HUD visor that slid down in a single panel to his nose. The outside of the heads up display had the top half of a skull visible and he could change it to a blank state pretty quickly with a simple touch. He also had a scarf from Afghanistan rapped around his neck. He sat down on the drop ship and pulled out the cleaning kit he had stored in the compartment just under his left arm, on his side. He got to work making sure the acog was lined up and the mechanisms were clean.

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Once all the active operatives loaded up, they were to be at the troop transport. Like a bat out of hell, the operatives were transported to the heart of Tehran, Iran. "Center reporting. This is a rescue mission so be quick! Watch your fire out there; we have civilians in the AO! Rescue all civilians and eliminate all enemy forces! Center out."

Alina decided to lead the squad. "Follow my directions and we'll finish the mission faster than greasy lightning!" She carried her Nanogun in 4.63 mm. Though small in caliber, the multiple barrels would make the gun fire at a faster rate than Goliath's chain gun and would be much more manageable. The amount of ammunition was also lightweight and fed via belt and pack.

The area of Tehran was full of buildings and near mountains. Though normally the streets would be filled with cars and heavy traffic, the nature of the mission made the streets full of broken cars, debris, and corpses. And this was during the day! It was apparent that the monsters did not settle for night time to catch the humans off guard.

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William got out of the transport, scanning the area. Crouching, he went behind cover. Peeking over, it was clear. Seemingly. Hopefully. Could they go invisible? He hoped not. Walking behind a pillar, he looked around, with his pistol in hand. "Overwatch. Scanning." He said, looking around and trying to find an enemy. The television showed various beasts he had not seen before. He'd have to be careful.

Xavier slowly went out of the aircraft as well, scanning the area through via scope before crouching behind an abandoned, burning car that was near the craft, holding the rifle onto the vehicle for leverage as continued scanning the area. "Moving over," He mumbled, quietly, yet cautiously making over to the pillar William was located at, setting up over it as he mumbled, "Ask not whom the bell tolls, for it tolls for thee."

Charles saw and heard the team with Goliath as they headed down and apparently straight into some muck. Charles took a deep breath and quickly saw Will and Xavier seeming to find a perch above everyone else. He ran over to see what he could find out when he heard loud screeches in the distance. :Do you guy's have any idea what were fighting here? These don't sound like ghouls." He said to Will and Xavier. The desert was already playing little tricks with his mind, the screeching echo'd in his mind long past the time it should have until it turned into a scream almost seamlessly. He really hated the desert he thought pulling his scarf around his face.

William, while on overwatch, spotted a civilian escaping from a hungry manticore. The civilian was running as fast as he could so as not to be devoured. Unless the team acted fast, the civilian would certainly become breakfast! Goliath's yelling must have attracted the civilian plus the monster! William can choose to either attack the monster with his pistol or switch over with his shotgun.

Xavier would see the manticore as well. The manticore was a vicious attack animal used by the Paranormal forces. It had the body of a red lion, large bat-like wings, a human head with three rows of sharp teeth, and a trumpet-like voice as it roared. The tail looked fearsome and it may shoot poisonous spines to either paralyze or kill its victims.

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Switching to his shotgun, William went under some debris. As the monster charged for the civilian, he aimed and shot it while it passed close by, buckshot sent flying. Hopefully it paid off. If not, he was screwed. But he had Xav to watch his back. Hopefully he was a reliable shot and actually hit. But he was a sniper, so he probably would. Damn he was good with a rifle.

If all else failed: LMG.