[center][h1][color=c0c0c0]Len[/color][/h1][/center]
[b]National Assembly[/b]

Len was one of the last ones out of the plane. The pilot would not see the rat-sized chimeramorph that replaced Len in the seconds before he jumped out and the missiles found their target.

The firearms sang below, but with the explosion overhead, they were focused on the others as Len—who, at a glance, could be mistaken for one of the pigeons that could be seen in Phnom Penh when there [i]weren't[/i] foreign militaries operating within the city—flew from transport over the parking lot, empty beyond a small command encampment, onto the steep roofs of the National Assembly building.

Under some circumstances, Len would have been able to hear Dior, or Kaden's response. Even if he had been in his keen-eared chimeramorph, Len could've picked up a snippet—but there happened to be a great cacophony of combat that smothered any chance of it. Even if he had wanted to, Len had no attention to spare.

Along the roofs, including the one he landed on, were tactically-positioned snipers of the Special Operations Command. Each of the elite soldiers were heavily-armed and contributing to the volume of fire directed at the grounds.

That did not stop the first one from getting the hundreds of kilograms of force from Len's paw swipe. Ribs were crushed, and the sniper was flung as Len morphed smaller to fly to the next.

[i][color=c0c0c0]Speed is of the essence[/color][/i], he thought, increasingly aware of the AFVs.