Funky City - Southern Shore District - Outside the compound, North Side
"Don't expect this to go wrong," Desmond said, his voice slightly distorter by the helmet's. Slowly, the bounty hunter crouched lower and gestured for the squad medic to do the same as he watched the two white silhouettes through the white-on-black thermal sights and head Danny on the comms. "Drop them," he said.
Danny's first shot went clean through one of the sentrie's neck from the side, making the man drop to a knee and instantly cluch one of the new breathing holes he had acquired. The second sentry was started by that, but the movement didn't botch the bounty hunter's follow-up shot, which he saw clearly through the sights had gone through the man's right cheeck, putting him down. The two sentries were effectively neutralized, with the exception of the one ganger that still crawled around and tried to clutch at the handle for the heavy metal door trying to open it, which his other hand tried to keep him from bleeding out.
From where he was, Desmond wondered why he didn't yell for alarm. He pressed a finger against the side of his helmet and reopened the channel to Jaina. "We're starting the breach," he said, getting up and jogging towards Danny, motioning for their medic to follow him. After he closed the channel with Jaina, he opened a second one. "Kendra, are you listening?"
Up on the adjacent building's rooftop, Amanozako could get a good look at the compound. The warehouse facing the north side remained completely dark through every single glass window on the corrugated metal roof; the same cargo truck that was supposed to be there wasn't surprisingly absent like it was said it would be on the early briefing, which would be enough to set up a few red flags given that the gang in charge of the compound was, if anything, very punctual on those unmarked truck deliveries. It was enough to even put most courier services to shame.
Looking further north, the neko could also see what looked like a smoking pile of wood with a single metal post standing in the middle. Smoke still wafted from it. Right behind that was the two-story brick building, with its only visible entrace standing in the middle of two burning barrels.
Funky City - Southern Shore District - Outside the compound, South Side
With their feet splashing against the black sludge that ran down the streets, the mercenaries made their way to the southern corner entrance of the compound, arriving in time to set up their breach of the gate. One of the mercenaries stood behind, gun pointing at the empty street and sometimes scanning the buildings around them, while another did the same thing on the opposite direction.
With his knee splashing against the foul-smelling liquid, Duncan started patting down the first ganger. The man had been shot cleanly through the side of the head, so the mercenary didn't have to dig through some gorey mess to find anything important inside the man's jacket. The first thing the nepleslian would notice on his shirt was that the man they had dropped was wearing the same Everyday armor that Jaina's crew was wearing, although without the durandium trauma plate so that he could comfortably wear it under the open jacket. As he looked further, he found a brick-sized radio tucked inside one of the pocket's as well as the trademark .45 pistol that every Nepleslian knew and loved, except that particular gun had probably found too much love from its previous owner, since most of the metal surfaces were scratched with taunt words and the upper part of the slide had three vertical scratches to it.
It was only when he started to pat down the second 'dead' ganger that he had noticed something off.
Instead of looking convincingly dead, the man was following Duncan with his one good natural eye, while the second artifical one focused and unfocused like a camera lens. Looking closer, the cause for him still being alive presented itself: the entire left side of his face had been replaced with heavy augmentics, and the low caliber, low velocity shot from the silenced weapon hadn't managed to penetrate that. Upon noticing that he had been discovered, the ganger stirred, which was followed by the electronic sound of something beeping several times. It took a fraction of a second for one of the mercenaries nearby to finish the job and unload his silenced weapon on the man, but the damage had already been done. As the gang member went limp for the last time, he let a small device roll out of his hand, some small kind of transmitter with only one button. Its function seemed to be pretty clear, since the lights from the two-story building across the warehouse started to turn on one by one.
