It was impressive, over seventy-six thousand square feet of luxurious security. From armed guards and attack dogs to pressure sensitive floors and bio-metric scanners in the most important of rooms. Hell this place even housed a nuclear bunker in the cellar, which was now being used a a prison. Rummy scuffed as he raised his shackled hands, wiping the dried blood from his lips. He was battle worn, his black shirt and pants were torn and ripped, his trench coat tattered and stained with blood; not his but definitely blood. Physically,he had sustained minor injuries, the worst being a broken rib but other than that his wounds were superficial; various scratches, bruises and cuts. His pride was another matter, captured was a position he never wanted to be in.



The perimeter was outlined with your standard brick, twenty foot high, iron gated fence. Eight, three man roving patrols (guards, one K-9), armed with M14a1 carbines, equipped night vision and thermal lens scope monitored the 14.5 acre property, with three spotter and sniper teams armed with M82s, were posted on the roof tops. Motion sensor cameras hung from ever corner of the fence and the house. Oh, and an Olympic sized pool.



The Layout of the complex was simple it, was separated into three parts. The East wing; which contained the armory and housing area for the guards, bathrooms, garage access library and theater. The West wing; CCTV/security system control room, bathroom, another library, office, meeting room, gym. And the Main house, foyer, master stairwell, dining room, kitchen, master bedroom and cellar access. The house was like a hornets nest, sentries posted at every corner and door way. Their weapons ranging from the a fore mentioned rifles, to MP7s and 12 gauges. A far cry from the information Rummy had received, either the owner was paranoid or he was expecting something or someone.



Rummy kicked the door in frustration, something told him to charge before he arrived, feeling the hungry pains of his weakened "shadow", and no clear future of getting his way out. He had given a good fight, but low energy and sheer numbers are tough odds to overcome. Cursing, he would kick the door again.  "#UCK!"

While it was true that Hades was not brought up with much sense of morality he did live by a code. Hew had worked with the information broker before and had always admired his professionalism. When he had returned he had indeed reached out to Mr Krause, informing him that he was once again available. Following the events of Slurrr Hades learned that apparently he had been, what was it.... Sold out... by none other than the previousely trustworthy Gunter Von Krause. In his profession to betray trust was a death sentance. By selling Hades out, Von Krause had as good as issued an execution order on Hades. This however worked both ways, if Hades survived, Von Krouse as good as signed a death warrant on his own head unless he managed to scare Hades off. He had failed on both attempts. So Hades was going to take him down, big time.

Hades snapped off a encrypted text to Noel, it was brief and to the point. "Found traitor who leaked info to Davronski. Attack in motion, if interested have left care package at [location and digital key enclosed]. Suggest use all of it. Attack time set for 23:30." The digital key that was attached would unoock the boot of a sturdy Toyota Hilux parked near the target's location. Inside the care package was a form fitting knife guard to be worn under clothes. This would prevent most knife attacks. Then there was actual body armour, padded knee and elbow pads, grenades, pistols ammo rifels and blades, a selection in fact. Hades figuured that if Noel was going to have a crack at it, the least he could do was make sure she was well prepared. In actual fact he was going to start the attack one hour earlier. Prior to sending the text......

****A number of days ago******
Once Hades had confirmed that Von Krause was the source and the leak that needed to be ....plugged.... He set about planning his attack as he would any other mission. He pulled blueprints, employment records, he used his contacts to pull financial recors and purchases, contacted architects and contractors under one excuse (think Audit) or another to learn what had been installed. Next the gathered the materials he would need for the mission. This mansion, this fortress would be a tough nut to crack, with the quantity of manpower that Von Krause had at his disposal Hades was almmost tempted to call in some old friends. That was until he did a scouting mission and discovered the prisoner they had in the basement. It was almost laughable, despite being an information broker, Von Krause still though of security in conventional terms. He did have two adapted on his payroll (Mercs who were adapted charged exorbitant fees these days), but other than that nothing in his complex was fortified against mutants or mutant powers. Hades had observed the mutants entrance, the carnage he wreaked and estimated the injuries he had sustained. He figured that given a chance and a little help Mr Red would happily slaughter his way through guards. It would serve as an additional tactictal distraction. he could ofcourse just sneak up to Krause's room and deal with the inner security but that was taking far too many risks. Also in his line of work a statement needed to be made. Lines had been drawn that were never ment to be crossed. Also if Noel was coming, he would never deny Noel a chance at some well deserved revenge, he would need to open a path for his....ally. So they way to go about this was confusion, diversion and wholesale killing with pyrotecnnics and explosives. Make them think they were being attacked by a far larger force. One of the useful portions of Hades ability was to leave or embed objects in other objects. That was how he mined the lawn around the mansion with claymores, bouncing bettys and thermobaric explosives. That was how he planted explosives inside the outside main gates and main doors to the complex. When he pressed the button, the doors would blow and the lawn would become a live and armed minefield.

Thinking about his potential ally, Hades made preperations in case Mr Red did not want revenge or attempted to attack him. But if he was going to be an ally he would need perhaps an aid package.

****Present day*****
Hades was dressed for war. Black body armour and tactical vest, knee and elbow pads, he was packing pistols, an assult rifle with underslung grenade launcher, various blades and a sword or two. Enough to garentee carnage but not too much as to hinder movement. Pulling down his balaclava so as to show his face and hanging his facemask (in case of gas attacks) on his belt he quietly phased into the room where the red mutant appeared to be venting his frustrations on a rather sturdy door. Quietly he spoke. "I could open that for you if you want, or you can go back to your attempts to kick it down." Before the mutant had turned Hades had covered him with a chrome plated desert eagle. he spoke bluntly. "In five minutes all hell will break loose, I can give you a chance at revenge. There are a few terms. Firstly the head of security and Von Krause is mine, secondly any attempt to kill me or my colleague and I will kill you, no questions asked, do we have an agreement?" he asked holding up a package of thermite with one hand while still covering him with the eagle in the other.

Once he had the mutants verbal agreement, Hades slid a bundle across to the mutant. "Gear up and get ready, we don't have much time." Hades moved over to the door and began to to apply the thermite. He worked with professional efficiency. "The package contains two chrome plated Desert eagles with extended mags and a total of ten spare, the rounds alternate between armor piercing and high explosive. The grenades also alternate between frag and HE on the belt. You will have to find your own body armor if you want it. Finally that tube is a one shot rocket launcher. After I blow the door you may do the honors of drawing first blood. Keep your mouth open when you fire or you will burst your ear drums. After firing throw the launcher as well, it is a combined EMP and smoke bomb."

Hades finished as he attached a remote detonator to the thermite and moved away from the door. Almost as an after thought he turned to the mutant and said. "Did I mention that the missile is a hellfire, so you may want to duck after launch." With that he moved back from the door and waited for the mutant to finish his ration and water pack that was also included. "When you are ready." He said holding up a remote detonator. 

When getting the enemy of your enemy to work with you Hades had always found it payed to bring gifts.
[OCC: hope this is not too much, let me know if you want me to change anything]

He was cocking his leg back for another kick when he felt something, a presence but from where. His question was quickly answered as a calm yet commanding voice from behind issued a warning. Turning he was confronted with the barrel of an expensive handgun, the wielder a bald man, of maybe his early thirties, dressed to the teeth with tactical gear and weaponry (Like Vin Diesel if he was on SWAT).

"I could open that for you if you want, or you can go back to your attempts to kick it down." He spoke, his hand steady and trained, as if he couldn't miss if he wanted. "In five minutes all hell will break loose, I can give you a chance at revenge. There are a few terms. Firstly the head of security and Von Krause is mine, secondly any attempt to kill me or my colleague and I will kill you, no questions asked, do we have an agreement?"

Rummy merely nodded in agreeance, from the sound of things he really didn't have much choice. This was going down with or with out him and fast; besides who turns down an opportunity for revenge. Shortly after nodding a 3x3 pouch was slid at his feet, the mercenary, moving diligently as he spoke. Silently Rummy watched, this all unfolding rather quickly.
He still wasn't sure where this guy came from.

"Gear up and get ready, we don't have much time.The package contains two chrome plated Desert eagles with extended mags and a total of ten spare, the rounds alternate between armor piercing and high explosive. The grenades also alternate between frag and HE on the belt. You will have to find your own body armor if you want it. Finally that tube is a one shot rocket launcher. After I blow the door you may do the honors of drawing first blood. Keep your mouth open when you fire or you will burst your ear drums. After firing throw the launcher as well, it is a combined EMP and smoke bomb."

Rummy said nothing as he rummaged through the bag, a little peeved that he would have to supply his own body armor, a needed commodity for no reason other than bracing his damaged ribs. After secureing the belt and fire arm, Rummy knelt a few feet from the door. On the other side a long hallway roughly one-hundred meters long, and full of over thirty guards. At the end of that a stairwell to the main house.

'Like shooting fish in a barrell'  He thought arming the launcher and awaiting for the merc and door to clear. The unknown ally stepped away from he door, detonator in hand.

"Did I mention the missile is a HellFire, so you may want to duck after launch. "When you're ready.."

Rummy inhaled deeply bracing himself for the blow back of th rocket, exhaleing he gave his rescuer the affirmative, before priming the rocket.

BEEP!

"Shield your eyes" Said Hades as he pressed the button. As he did so a number of things happened at once. Firstly the three outer gates to the premises exploded, the gated rose up off their hinges and flew inwards with great force, one becoming embedded in an unfortunate tree. Then the stretch of land between the perimeter wall and the mansion proper woke up. Well it would be more accurate to say that all manner of nasty surprises woke up. If one could see in the appropriate spectrum, one would observe that the ground was now crisscrossed with laser tripwires. There were claymores, fuel air bombs, can bombs (also known as bouncing betty's) and finally through each gate rolled two front armored automated sentry guns touting LMG's with a massive ammo hopper. The whole system had identify friend/foe tags so If Hades or Noel entered they would survive. Hades was taking no chances with Von Krause. To say Hades was furious would be the understatement of the year.

To be honest the mobile guns were not that expensive, this was one case of making many people happy. The military wanted field data for their new prototypes so as long as Hades gave them live fire data he could have the drones if he wanted, which was fine by him. The drones were testing new algorithms that made them behave in a coordinated fashion, so hidden by smoke they would act like actual live fire teams. Oh then the front gates to the mansion itself also blew open, well it would be more accurate to say that they disintegrated by the copious amounts of C4 that Hades had embedded in them.

****In the bunker***
The thermite burned bright enough to leave afterimages on the retina even if you looked at it through closed eyes. As soon as the glow faded Hades kicked the door down and got out of the way for the red skinned mutant to launch. He did not disappoint. When picking the warhead Hades had debated between the MAC or the HEAT (see here) but decided that he would rather not risk the lack of oxygen and the reaction from a MAC and so hand reluctantly chosen the HEAT. In hindsight it was a good choice as it blew open the checkpoint at the end of the corridor like a cherry bomb. scattering stone and debris everywhere. Then the smoke bomb went off.

The troops manning the checkpoint had taken a beating but Van Krause hired x special forces personnel as his guards. They kept up a steady barrage of suppressing fire, lobbing the occasional grenade, that thankfully never managed to rebound off the wall into the room.

Turning to the Mutant, Hades said "When you can grab a radio, frequency Crane 2, my call-sign is Reaper, pick a call-sign." Holstering his AR, Hades pulled out two Japanese short swords and started walking towards a wall. Without turning he said "Watch your shots, I am going to attack from the other side." Then phased through the wall.

The glimpses Noel had of Gunter Von Krause’s life were fascinating. He dealt in information and because of it, became a very, very wealthy man. Noel hadn’t even known that kind of life existed. When Hades had asked her help to verify who had sold him out, she hadn’t know what to expect. She’d had to kiss a few toads to get there, but through a memory she saw it come from his own lips. Gunter Von Krause sent the Davronskis after them.

Now, understandably, Gunter was scared of Hades.

Like. Really scared. She’d asked that Hades allow her to come because she wanted to know why. She also wanted a crack at the wealth of information in an informant’s head. Seemed like there would be something for them to use in there.

He’d asked her to choose a call sign. Only one name made sense at the time. Nemesis was the distributor of fortune, neither good nor bad. That appealed to Noel. She liked the idea of distributing justice in due proportion to according to what was deserved.

> "...Attack in motion, if interested have left care package...Suggest use all of it..."

Once outfitted, Noel looked like some weird kind of commando. He’d even left her grenades. In what bizarro world was it a good idea to give a lady with a memory problem grenades?

Apparently this one.

Nemesis surveyed the landscape of this brave new world. The gates had already been blown up. Recently enough that the dust was still settling but long enough ago that nothing was moving anymore. At least, nothing at the gate. Inside the Manor grounds was a different story.

Automated drones were making coordinated fire. Hades had assured her that they wouldn’t shoot her, but… well, that was a lot of trust to put in both programming, several killing machines, and one person.

”I see you started the party without me.” If she sounded irritated, that’s because she was. Did he not trust her enough? Sure, going in deep with him was probably not the best for her health, but there were some things only she could do. Like make sure they had an exit strategy. ”I’ll get your 6. Save me a lick.” He should know now that she meant that literally. If he wanted anything more than vengeance, he would let her have a look through the informant’s head. Though after seeing the carnage, she realized that Hades, no Reaper, was mad enough that Van Krause might not make it back for her kind of interrogation.

Through one of the many holes in the 20 foot brick perimeter, Nemesis found her way to a guard station. Considering that one one the walls was melted, the inhabitants now were all gone or dead. Inside, she dusted off a keyboard in front of a bank of CCTV monitors. There were only exterior ground tapes playing here and not a whole lot of the monitors had survived. Of the surviving monitors, not all of them showed working cameras. Savage work, this sending-a-message business.

Something groaned. Nemesis drew and shot it without a second glance. Hopefully these men, despite their poor employment choices, had set up nice life insurance plans.

Inspecting the controls, Nemesis flicked through the channels until she found some movement. The drones were cutting swathes through the expansive grounds, but there was just too much ground to cover all of it. As she watched, one drone exploded back into one of its fellows, a large hole nearly severing the unit in half. The memorymancer leaned in to the screen, as if that would help her see better through the grainy CCTV.

Sniper fire?

She flipped through the rest of the channels hoping to catch a glimpse of Reaper or the sniper, but she had no such luck. She couldn’t even determine what angle the sniper had shot from since she couldn’t peg the location of the drones on camera. The grounds were just too incredibly large.

Nemsis stepped back and surveyed the room for any items or people that she thought might lead her to find the location of the sniper.

There was some… human debris. Some log books that were written either in code or acronyms. Pens. A set of keys. And a gun locker.

Nemesis pulled out her very own Barrett M82.

She’d never shot a sniper rifle before, not that she could remember anyway, and this one looked very well cared for. She hoped they hadn’t wiped it down too well or worn gloves. Otherwise, she’d have to put her new toy back where she’d found it.

As Rummy closed his eyes the, the foundation itself seemed to rumble around him as it appeared all out war had erupted outside. The blare of alarms and the movement of units could be heard above his head.
His eyes still effected by the Thermite to enjoy the view of the destruction he had caused Rummy tossed the launcher as instructed. He moved to take cover in the spot vacated by mercenary. The hail of gun fire, grenades and ricocheting bullets made it difficult to hear what the man was saying. Rummy had been in his share of shoot outs; but nothing of this magnitude.

"...grab a radio...frequency 2....pick a call-sign...watch your shots....." Was all Rummy could make out before the man phased through the wall, leaving Rummy to fend for himself The blast of a grenade that was way to close, reminding him of more pressing matters. He managed to peek his around the corner, stealing a second's worth glance of the hallway. The smoke was thick allowing little visibility, besides the muzzle flash of the guards.

Pressing himself against the wall he inhaled deeply before lobbing two grenades down the hall. In a perfect scenario they would go unseen and roll in close proximity to the guards, blowing them all to hell. But, the classic cry of "GRENADE!" ended that possibility. Turning from the corner, Rummy would let off a barrage of gunfire from the twin Eagles. Moving to the closest cover available then tossing another grenade, and moving again. The constant cover fire as he moved and grenade barrage keeping the guards off balance and unorganized as he continued to press forward. Settling behind a large slab of fallen concrete, Rummy would find a guard still alive, and pinned. From the amount of blood pouring from his mouth it was clear he wouldn't be along much longer. Placing his hand to the mans flesh Rummy absorbed what he could, before scavenging a radio, vest, assault rifle(with spare mag) and one grenade.

"This is Ru...Neurotap does anyone read?"

To say that Gunter Von Krause was having a bad day would be an understatement. He had made a big gamble to get ahead and had backed the wrong side. Blasted Davronski's had messed up. In hindsight he wondered what fit of insanity had prompted him to back anyone against Hades. He knew that almost above all else Hades valued trust, loyalty and honesty. And he had sold Hades out. He knew that the Davronski's wanted Hades dead or alive, they had connections with the group Mutant Extermanitus (ME) who had, with information supplied by yours truly, managed to steal some of the stalker technology left over from the Mutant Registration Act disaster, see Retrieval Contract. Davronski and ME had worked out a deal where Davronski would capture mutants with useful mutations and then by pooling scientific resources with ME they would try to create serums for use by the troops. It was a moderately successful venture with some success strength and reaction boosting serums been put into production. Hades would be their big break. Not only had Hades snuffed out one Davronski cell, they had missed three successive check in's and their base of operations had been sterilized, burnt to the ground and razed sterilized. But somehow Hades had traced the convoluted path back to him. How had he done that? He had taken all the precautions that he could. *Sigh* no matter, Hades was here now, the fate of him and Hades would soon be decided. He could still count on the three Command Adapted that were his personal bodyguard and his automated defenses, not to mention the force field which was powered by three separate power sources and the literal army of ex-special forces between him and Hades.

Mentally he reviewed what he knew about this remarkable and mysterious assassin. Firstly no one was quite sure when he was born or where he came from. At great cost Von Krouse had purchased some information from various sources that suggested that Hades was over 200 years old. If some of his historian team could be believed he was much much older, but that was preposterous...or was it? Then there was the fact that nobody knew his real name. Hades came from an era where nicknames and call signs were earned and given not chosen. The name Hades was gifted to him by one of the founders of the Special Air Services in recognition of Hades seemingly magical ability to infiltrate any target location to reliably deliver a message from old man death, Hades the messenger of death. If that were
not terrifying enough, according to sources the name Reaper was a translation of the Hebrew
name gifted to him by one of the directors of Mossad. Then there was his training in asymmetrical warfare, Hades was known to find unique individuals and help them, train them, equip them. That in a time of need he might call on them. The extent of his network was terrifyingly demonstrated during the raid on the Mutant registration camps. Some of the worlds elite had appeared there to help the raid and save mutants, with just one request Hades had been able to call such a diverse and skilled group of operatives. No, Hades was too powerful in his own right, he knew too many secrets, he had to die.

***Elsewhere**
Hades drew two short swords from his back. Think of the swords wielded by Legolas in Lord of the Rings. His swords were a little more curved like a scimitar then the back curved edge was also sharpened, so a forward swing would cut usually but a backhanded swing would cut like a elongated sickle, the perfect combination for close in work. Phasing back into the corridor behind a group of 4 troops charging to reinforce those being surpressed by the red mutant's vigorous gun fire and abundant usage of grenades Hades attacked. First a backhanded cut across a throat followed by a dual stab to the armpits. The slit throad meant silence, the armpit stabs meant dual artery punctures and certain bleed out. Hades then charged forward to slide on his knees cutting the legs out from the next two troops. As they fell Hades stabbed overhand backwards, quickly ending the lives to the troops. The last one he also dealt with mercilessly. Seeing taht the coast was clear for now he responded to the radio calls.

"Reaper to Nemesis, good to see you could join. I need you to swing round to the South West wing. there should be a power generator there, I need you to disable it by any means, also while you are there could you see if you can get any intel on what is in the central vault where the target is hiding?. Neurotap the red, I need you to clear out the South East wing, the corridor ahead of you is now clear. Same MO, The generator needs to go down. I will take the North wing. Afterwards meet at the center. The central room is triple force field protected, also any intel you can find would be good. Happy hunting. Reaper out."

Having cleared the corridor for "Neurotap", The name gave Hades a clue as to his potential powers, Hades decided to trace back to where the last lot of cannon fodder had come from. If he was not careful the attack could loose momentum as the opposing troops were good. Ah HA! his suspicions were rewarded when he stumbled upon a small armory. Having long ago ditched his AR, Hades was more than happy to pick up a bandoleer of grenades and a single shot break action grenade launcher. He was more happy however to find a combat shotgun with extended mag and dragons breath shells, he settled for alternating between armor piercing solid rounds, incendiary Dragons breath and buckshot. Having thus armed himself, Hades stalked towards the north wing.

Nemesis was practicing with the scope and slowing her breathing when Reaper came in over the radio. She jumped upsetting her whole rig on top of what was left of the North guard house. Not that she’d gotten a visual on the three snipers on duty today yet anyway. As the fourth sniper on call for Van Krouse, the owner of this rifle Tim, was a lucky duck that he had planned vacation for today. Unlucky for Nemesis, that meant his memory had very little insight into where his counterparts would be stationed. She had a few things she could try, though...

“I copy, Reaper.” She should have picked a spiffy tag like Neurotap. Hell, that even made sense for her on some levels, though, why he’d thrown in the red bit, she couldn’t say. What was the point of a call sign that was more than an easy mouthful?

Nemesis disappeared into the building’s roof access hatch. Time to reverse engineer the three man cover positions Tim was trained in.

“There you are, Sierra Two.” Noel fiddled with the controls in the guardroom and leaned in close to the screen once more. Now that she knew what she was looking for, it was a bit easier to realise she wasn’t looking for the sniper on screen, she was looking through his scope. Sierra Two was picking off drones one after another without fear of reprisal. She watched his view move slowly and methodically between the machines.

Her best guess, based on what she could see, was that the second position sniper was holed up in tree bank on the west side of the building. He was the only one with a good line of sight to the drones, given the terrain. Sierra Four’s monitor showed his scope covering the east-side generator. Sierra Three was Tim and that joker was on vacation. That left Sierra One who was nowhere to be seen. Not on the external monitors anyway.

“Neurotap, care for sniper cover on the east side generator.” She didn’t know Neurotap from Adam. It was better to be clear in her instructions. “Looks like he’s outside, clear of the drones. I’ll let you know if I hit him, otherwise steer clear of windows. Over.”

She hoped that Hades hadn’t gone radio silent. “Reaper, Sierra One is likely covering the vault. Over.”

Now. To deal with the snipers she could see and, of course, that generator.

Back on the rooftop, Nemesis practiced her breathing with Sierra Two in sight.

If Von Krouse had any doubt if Hades would find him, any last hope of escape, any glimmer of a dream that perhaps Hades had been dealt with and he had beaten the long odds and not made the biggest and most likely last monumental error in his soon to be ended career and life that was cruelly and brutally dispelled when the normally calm and serene atmosphere of the control room was broken by a chorus of alarm sirens wailing. The room was bathed in washes of red as various alarm lights blinked to life. They were soon silenced. As various systems came back online the picture became clear that they were under attack. At the first sign of trouble the triple force-field deployed and the command room or vault went into lock-down. He waited for various systems to come back online from when they had been scrambled by EMP bombs. This had obviously been a planned attack. Dam, he had been very
discrete, how had he been traced? No matter, it was time to see what he was up against.

The cameras come on just in time for Von Krouse to see that the lawn around his house (in the appropriate spectrum) was suddenly full of laser tripwires. His second in command was just reaching for the transmit button on his head set when the first wave of defenders charged out of the building and found out for themselves. For the time being they would be held inside the building or at lest close to the perimeter while trying to take out the various automated guns. He sighed as he noted that the red mutant with the interesting power had been let out. He assumed the guard that seemed to be helping the red mutant had disobeyed orders and gotten too close. Really after all the trouble they had gone to catch him. Vron Krouse was hoping to sell him to the Davronskis in return for favors and services, the make-inconvenient-people-disappear kind. The ability to be a puppeteer and control people was a most useful ability. Another opportunity lost.

>“Reaper, Sierra One is likely covering the vault. Over.”

"Copy that" Hades reply was brief. It sounded like Noel was not only good with a sword but perhaps knew a thing or two about sniping. It was equally possible that she had just "picked it up" from a sniper rifle that she found or liberated. Regardless he had work to do. One of the skills that distinguished Hades from many in his profession, century's of experience aside, was how he managed anger. In so many people, when they were angry, truly enraged they tended to lash out, almost a knee jerk reaction. In physical conflict striking in anger tended to throw you off balance and put you at the mercy of a more skilled opponent, with regards to tactics it tended to drive common sense and strategy of not
completely out the window then a close approximation to it. With Hades though, it was different. If one could describe 90% of the population's anger as burning hot, Hades anger burned cold. He turned it inward, became more still, more intense. It made his strikes more precise, more strategic, if anything making Hades angry made him a more formidable opponent, both physically and strategically. That was why Hades dressed like one of the guards. That allowed him to slip into the vehicle bay half way along the North wing without being noticed. It was currently also serving as the command post for the North sector defense (the teams having split the grounds and buildings up into North, SE and SW
sectors). He waited for the opportune moment when the North sector commander was issuing orders to trigger the explosives he had attached to the fuel tanks for the vehicles. Hades currently objective was to sow confusion and chaos. By taking out the commander of that sector he had began to cripple the cohesion of the Northern defense. Earlier he had spied a very useful weapon sitting on a rack on the other side of the vehicle bay. Now with all the shouting and smoke and flames he was able to reach it easily. Slinging the shotgun on his back and ditching the grenade launcher, it was time for a more covert approach Hades armed himself with a high powered crossbow and vanished into the smoke.

kerCHOUL!

Nemesis followed all of Tim's tricks. She'd practiced first, watched her mark for movement patterns, calmed her heart beat, breathed out, and tried imagining she was made of brick so she could hold her steadiest. Still the bullet hit Sierra Two in the neck rather than in the head. Noel made sure the casing had flown free instead of jamming and quickly lined up her shot again.

No need. She watched the sniper struggle all the way over the edge of his perch. She confirmed that the gun was still up in his nest and then turned to the generator. For this, she didn't have to aim so hard.

kerCHOUL! kerCHOUL!

Two shots might not be enough, she'd have to follow up on foot, but she didn't dare fire off any more from this location.

Despite the movements feeling unfamiliar, Nemesis worked through visual recall on how to break down the M82. If this was a skill she wanted to memorize, she had to repeat it. This may be her first, but it was Tim's bajillionth time. She would get better at it only with practice. Just in case one of the other Sierras had caught wind of her, she aimed for expediency rather than accuracy. Once again Nemesis opened the hatch and dropped down into the defunct guard post, this time with gunkit in tow.

Nemesis pulled the keys from the lockbox she'd opened and flipped through the metal bits until she found the one she wanted.

Nothing but the best for this memorymancer. She puttered along over the pitted lawn in a golf cart-like electric vehicle, sniper rifle and so many other of Hades' goodies packed in the back. She was off to double tap that generator and make sure it was totally out of commission.