Pennsylvania decided the place reminded him a lot like his namesake. Cool, rainy, and rather well wooded. There was a compound in front of him, not directly, it was a good ways off still. He had elected for an on foot approach from a distance, rather than a closer insertion. The job was to get in, there was some top secret tech that brass wouldn't tell him what it was that these guys had stolen. Destroy it, and get out. In that order, he was told. The real reason for his drop this far off was for the sole reason that he wanted to double check his gear post drop. Everything checked out. He had demo charges, safely stowed away in the backpack unit he was carrying for the explosives. Next was his grenade launcher, an old piece of tech that he still favored over rocket launchers and the like, it was far more useful in his mind. He had a pair of backup pistols, a pair of suppressed varient of those normally carried that, while not favored by most Agents, he used until it was time to go loud and preferred over the normal issue. He had several different yields of grenades, from lower yield designed to incapacitate, several standard frags, and one he personally modified on the fly with a dead man switch wired to his vitals. Just in case.

It was a light kit, Penn was told to carry only the necessities, and had been denied a lot of assets that could have been useful. It irritated him, but it wasn't the first time there wasn't a lot to be acquired for a mission. He would improvise if need be. Now that inventory and double checks were done, he drew on of the pistols and moved through the brush. Before long he reached the compound up close, and immediately noticed a disparity he couldn't see from a distance, due to terrain. The compound walls were solid concrete, not the fences he was briefed on. And the tops had posts at regular intervals, with nothing in between them, which the Agent did not even remotely begin to trust. Why put solid walls so easily mounted, with such high value tech inside? No, that wasn't right, he wrote that off as an alarm system. The main gate was near by, but it was sealed, a pair of steel doors also preventing entry with the same posts on top.

The mission was already off kilter, but he had a job to do, and that meant getting through this wall. He had managed to get a few demo charges where, according to command, one would suffice, just in case. Pulling one out, knowing full well the chances of getting in quiet were gone now, he planted it on a weak point in the wall, targeting a load bearing point in the wall to maximize destruction. Everything was primed and ready, and he took cover several meters away behind some rocks, grabbing the detonater and triggering it. Instead of the earth shacking explosion, nothing. He heard a fizzle, and it just broke. Penn looked in a mixture of shock and anger. He had double checked everything, each charge individually, there was zero chances for that to be possible. That meant plan B. He had the one charge he needed for the target now, and that was now in question as well.

Stepping away a few paces, it was time to go in the way he didn't want to, through those posts. Getting a running start and using the rocks as a platform, he managed to get enough height to reach the wall's top, hauling himself over and, like he figured, setting off every alarm the compound had. And there was already half a dozen guards beneath him. This base had more security then should have been logistically possible, but disbelief, anger, and other emotion drained. As he started downwards, he had both pistols out, firing as he fell, crushing one man beneath his armor's bulk and powered forward, feeling rounds already pinging and lodging themselves in his armor. That got a brief smirk, it would take a lot of firepower to punch through the reinforced plating. That was his armor's enhancement, the entire thing was rebuilt with armor and resilience in mind. Crude, simple, and lacking flashy effect, but it worked rather well.

There was a security door up ahead, and he brought out the grenade launcher, firing a round in impact mode, blowing the door off its hinges and reloaded as he walked in. The alarms were louder now, and he heard more guards above. Next round, he held the trigger for a detonation on decision of his own, and when the alert lit up on the proximity device attached to the launcher display, he released the trigger. He heard the round go off, the EMP sounding clearly over the smaller explosion, and kept running, not caring whether or not the guards were dead or not, more rounds tearing through the air.

Before long he reached the holding pen, and he had a problem. The door was secured, and only one thing could actually breach this door. The last demo charge. A job was a job, and he had frags left, so he placed the charge on the door, primed it, and took cover from both it and the oncoming volley's of fire, launching another grenade their way from the launcher. This charge actually worked, blowing the door off its hinges, and he stormed in, reloading, and the device was there, as were a dozen guards up on the walkways above it, with a variety of guns trained on him. An announcer came over the base speakers. "Game over intruder, it would take far above the yield of any single grenade you have now."

Any single grenade, well, he couldn't be captured, so that was that. Penn shrugged, slinging the grenade launcher and its remaining payload on his back, and just as he started to raise his arms, dove forward, the pin on both of his maxed yield grenades falling as he slammed into the device as his vision whited out, painfully so at that rate, the last sound was of the horde of weapons fire and his armor being shredded before the explosions could go off, and he stood up out of the simulation chair, glaring right up where the men would be reviewing before storming off to the room the post test Agents would be held. "Try giving me some functioning equipment next time and correct intel, useless fucks."

Penn ripped his helmet off, a rather displeased look on his face as he crashed into a chair, the momentum and weight of his armor nearly collapsing the chair as he sat, glaring at the door where the men would no doubt come out and curse them for being failures or some such nonsense.