Kyle Kruger sat along one of the walls forming the cramped belly of the armored transport, amidst six of his men. Despite their airborne origins, they hadn't been inside of an aircraft for quite a while now. Wasteful of fuel and time, he was told, when operating within the borders of the US. Instead, today's vehicle was an M7 Schwarzkopf, a bit of a rust bucket by the standards of the day, but it suited them fine. Trailing behind them was another M7 Schwarzkopf with seven other men, and behind it, a similar vehicle. Kyle grinned to himself as he thought about it. Out here, he was the only one that knew its purpose, and he loved frustrating his men with its mystery. With no soldiers riding it, it wasn't an ordinary M7 Schwarzkopf, that much was clear. When he brought it up, he merely referred to it as "the special one." All they knew was that it wouldn't be going as close to the operation area as they would be, but would be called in during a later phase of the mission.
Intelligence wasn't able to squeeze out any further information about the enemy. Disposition, levels of Hexes involved... hell, they didn't even know if they were Hexes at all. It could be some unaffiliated terrorists, who have seized up the opportunity presented by the chaos made by the breakout in progress. Medburn, population 135 or so. Probably nowhere near that high anymore, he grimly noted during the briefing. "One less mutie means ten - maybe even hundreds - less of our own dead." he thought to himself. He shook his head, reflecting on the absurdity of the situation. How the fuck had the police bungled so hard that an entire town was able to be seized, hostages and all?
National Guard had been deployed, but their role was a delaying, diversionary one. They had established cordons choking all roads leading in and out of the town, and were attempting to contact the rebels under the pretense of negotiation. In reality, they were just buying time for Kyle and his men. Apparently it was working well, and the rebels and National Guard were presently staring each other down at the southern edge of the town, while bullhorns crackled and barked their exchange. If they were indeed concentrated down there, it would make things a hell of a lot easier for the Storm Hounds, who were closing in from the north through the woods.
The vehicle suddenly halted. The ramp to the rear of the vehicle fell, and the soldiers took it as their cue. Kyle's squad met up with their counterpart team from the other Schwarzkopf, and they began their methodical approach as they stalked through the thick woods enveloping the town of Medburn.