In the shadows not even a passerby would notice the team. Burke hunched beneth a garbage dumpster, observing the front of the large warhouse. It was an all glass structure used for aircraft storage once, but now it was used for more nefarious purposes. His teams job was to get in there and stop what was going on. Over the past few weeks they had watched all who had entered and left, most turned out to be mundane, but a few were stashing toxic waste there. These persons had connections to Shamanic cabals, and were definetly bad. They even had a history of ritualistic sacrafices. Burke and his three men and one woman would put an end to their dirty work. Tonight they had discovered they would be performing a ritual from other sources on Blacknet. Burke's tall muscular features were hidden beneth layers of armor and equipment vests; his platinum grey close cropped hair hidden beneth a balaclava; his piercing gaze shielded behind a pair of Night vision goggles.
The pointman signaled that it was all clear. Each team member had military background. The pointman had been a Ranger, Burke in the SAS, others in the Spetznas, MI-6, Forign Legion, Delta, and Group 14. Burke ran in with the team, once at the side door, fingers placed the acid charge and burned off the hinges. The squeeler opened the door, and a pair went in hi-lo. The snipers checked in, and the rear guard said all was quiet. The four entry people cruised in towards the main offices, passing the crates, pallets, and stacks of goods as they ran in the pich blackness. Once at the office they listened for any sign of the cabal. It was quiet, too quiet. Their sensors weren't picking up any voices inside the walls. A dull whump caught his attention as he realized that his face was suddenly wet. But that wasn't wet, he'd felt this before this was brains. He spun to find his rear man's face gone and him falling to the floor.
"Ambush! Inside!" Burke shouted. He pulled up his Steyr AUG Carbine and fired a full burst into where instinct told him the bullet shoud have come from, then rolled into the door as his point was closing it. A muffled shout told him, at least one bullet had found it's mark. Gunfire filled the warhouse as the attackers poured fire into the office structure. The ops had little choice but to sit and take it until the firing died down. Nancy was hit, and Davis was wounded through his armor. Burke set charges by the door, then threw a smoke out into the warehouse. As he dove for cover again more fire poured into the little office. "Team, fall back. Mother, we're going out the back." The charge at the door went off, momentarily deafening Burke and his team, but it killed three of the OPFOR's entry men. With much of the front wall down, Burke returned fire at the now exposed SWAT team, sending three to the ground. Nancy threw a trio of grenades, all to good effect. Burke rose to a kneeling position and emptied another magazine in the attackers direction as Nancy hauled Davis out the back. Burke turned as he heard her Assault carbine burp into life. When Burke reached the back wall on his leg, he knelt behind a corner and fired his 40mm grenade launcher at the wall to make an exit. Once out he went to the corner and covered the other two as they exited and got behind him.
What came next he almost wouldn't have expected were he not a Black Op and still in the SAS. From behind the crates four dark shadowy forms rose up, nearly twenty feet high. All he did was start firing. His muzzle flash, reduced as it was by the supressor, errily lit the warehouse and the creatures that inhabited it. Nancy screamed behind him and he heard a body go thump. The creatures before him, were greenish, with long antena, dark black eyes, with a pair of forearms that hung down, and with what looked like thick chitenous hide. Preying manti. Gunfire directly behind him and splatter impacts told him it was getting bad. Two went down before him as his steel core rounds tore them in half. The other two rushed, the nearer swung with it's massive foreclaws, while he pouned the further with one last burst. Burke recoiled and ducked, then rolled to give himself distance. He came up and fired a whole blast into the bug right before him, spraying himself with its inards. The killed bug fell to the cement with a loud crunch as Burke turned to see Davis firing his carbine full auto on a bug that had nancy pinned through the front of the shoulder on her back. Burke reloaded and emptied all 80 rounds into the bug and the one that was bearing down on them from behind.
The only thing that relieved him was the bubbling he heard from the warehouses dock. The submersible rubber raft was surfacing. Their ride had arrived. He cut off the bugs leg in Nancy with a vibro-knife and then overwatched them as they helped each other into the raft and donned the SCUBA harnesses. Burke lowered himself in not convinced of how things ended up like this.
