"Warrant Officer O'Hennessey and Squad, this is Chief Warrant Officer Blackburn, head of the ground forces for the Convergence of Destiny. Captain Stirling has given me orders to meet with your squad at the Capitol Building, and join you as my command squad for this operation. I'm sending co-ordinates for the Capitol Building to each of you on your HUDs, and will establish further orders there. Be warned, there is enemy contact between you and the objective, looks like a fortified building. So stay safe, and I'll see you at the HQ in the Capitol Building. Blackburn Out."
Snake watched as a GPS map appeared on his visor, every street section and crossroad being watched at every moment by some satellite in orbit. Their allotted path was highlighted in orange, a somewhat straight path through a now occupied section of urban sprawl. The occupied building in question was a police station, most likely ransacked by the Rebels of SWAT and Riot equipment and weapons.
"Ok folks," Snake began, "looks like we finally got some damn direction 'round here! Move up people, so we don't disappoint our glorious leader."
The squad passed bombed streets and decimated corpses for a few blocks, a visceral scene of civilian casualties. After a while the team came up to a parking structure a block or two down the road from the station, a perfect sniper nest. Snake was the first to enter, lighting the way with the light of his flamethrower. Flashlights never had the ambiance he craved.
The first few flights were uneventful, mostly made up of empty cars and the occasional pool of blood. As the team reached the fifth floor, the sounds of laughter echoed from above. Snake was the first to take a peak, watching as two armed Insurgents laughed over a burning car. The officer's first instinct was to light the damn bastards up like Thanksgiving turkeys, but the sounds of screaming would attract attention.
"Ok, somebody give me ah idea to work with," Snake ordered as he turned to his team.
Snake watched as a GPS map appeared on his visor, every street section and crossroad being watched at every moment by some satellite in orbit. Their allotted path was highlighted in orange, a somewhat straight path through a now occupied section of urban sprawl. The occupied building in question was a police station, most likely ransacked by the Rebels of SWAT and Riot equipment and weapons.
"Ok folks," Snake began, "looks like we finally got some damn direction 'round here! Move up people, so we don't disappoint our glorious leader."
The squad passed bombed streets and decimated corpses for a few blocks, a visceral scene of civilian casualties. After a while the team came up to a parking structure a block or two down the road from the station, a perfect sniper nest. Snake was the first to enter, lighting the way with the light of his flamethrower. Flashlights never had the ambiance he craved.
The first few flights were uneventful, mostly made up of empty cars and the occasional pool of blood. As the team reached the fifth floor, the sounds of laughter echoed from above. Snake was the first to take a peak, watching as two armed Insurgents laughed over a burning car. The officer's first instinct was to light the damn bastards up like Thanksgiving turkeys, but the sounds of screaming would attract attention.
"Ok, somebody give me ah idea to work with," Snake ordered as he turned to his team.
