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RP: IPG [IPG Operators] Breaking Blood Explosion Extraordinaire!

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Lenz saw the muzzle flash and turned away, speaking more loudly into the SPK-R, "Flins, sir, all targets including the primary, have been eliminated." He looked around the rest of the room curiously, he felt slightly relieved but he didn't count on the moment of calm in his mind to last too long- he wasn't in a position to really relax or enjoy the carnage. The mental image he had of his Mei covered in gore and grime made him angry and queasy all at once.

He wanted his little sister back. And he wanted the bastards that took her worse than dead. If he could've- he would've rushed home to head up the investigation and conflict of interest be damned. He stared at the smoldering remnants of the table with a grim expression on his face as he felt his thoughts come back to the reality of his situation- this was some form of purgatory... it had to be.

"Alaster, we sweeping the area?" The short initiate asked gruffly as his expression darkened once again. He wanted to move on to the next objective if there was one. The treacherous bastard they had been sent to kill was dead and the desire for being covert was completely fucked but they still had to figure out how to do the clean up of the scene...somehow.
 
Alaster merely nodded at what Lenz said as he looked down at the man he'd just shot.

"It would be prudent, we'll also need to clean up the scene...it looks too military to be left behind." He replied. Truth be told he was a marine, and had no knowledge of covertly covering things up.
 
"We can make this look like a gang hit or something, he was smuggling rocket launchers so it would be possible to make it look like an arms deal gone wrong. It'd require a press release from the police department but it'd explain the weapons fire but that's more for the IPG itself to do than us. We don't have that sort of pull ourselves. We can bust up more windows and shit... if that's what Flins wants us to do. They should be here soon," Lenz suggested thoughtfully. Apparently, he had some experience with this sort of thing before or he had worked a case like it.

"We can call in to their emergency services.. But it might just be best to burn this fucker down once we pull out the rocket launchers and live rounds. But... we should clear the action with our superiors first."
 
"I concur, although I am suspicious as to how they managed to acquire such hardware. And ID-SOL's?" Alaster said as he kicked the corpse once before turning about to face Lenz.

"Best for me not to be questioning so much.." He muttered slightly before looking to the rest of his team.

"Alright, I want two topside now, any activity report it. And please be discreet." Alaster coughed slightly from the dust and smoke. "The rest will assist in policing the rocket launchers and ammunition."
 
Smith's skull fractured even more than it already had as the two bullets entered his head, and took a fair amount of its contents with them right out the back. He died instantly.

The Operators who had recently landed moved up the yard slowly, although their stealth armor hadn't been activated. At their front was a form large enough to be only Flins. The others, judging by their sizes, were almost all Nepleslians.

As the IPG Captain approached the door, he nodded towards the Initiate standing near it, before stopping about a meter and a half away.

"Initiate Enev'rana. Your operation was successful, if Initiate Nies is correct." Flins spoke as he examined the numerous bullet wounds on the small construct, hidden behind the Britva's helmet.
 
"He has eliminated the target and confirmed the termination. The mission is complete," said Nel. When Flins approached, she went to attention.
 
Chandler suddenly felt very conspicuous. He took his leave for a brief moment and ran back upstairs. A few moments later he was wearing two rocket launchers, one over each shoulders.

"A little going away gift. One for me and one for the captain to trace back to its sender."
 
"Considering we have a number in crates upstairs Chandler, I believe the captain will have more then enough."Alaster said as he came back up to floor level and spotted the huge man that was their captain. He stood ramrod straight then.

"Sir, all targets have been neutralized, the main objective is down in the basement, dead. I saw to it myself, and sir, there are a number of rocket launchers on the second floor." He replied before looking a little at the stairs. All of this just didn't sit well with him, there just had to be something more as a pensive expression crossed his features.
 
Athrylis glanced over at Cyrene, hoping the cyborg was okay. Athrylis still had that mental note to thank the other. She kneeled down beside the injured woman, still keeping a slight look out, but since the other operatives were here it'd probably be fairly safe.

"Initiate Veles, are you feeling better?"

In the act of saving Athrylis from the flurry of bullets earlier, Cyrene had taken quite a large chunk out of Athrylis' emotional shell. Afterall, Athrylis wasn't used to working with others.
 
Flins surveyed the area as Alaster spoke. The Captain frowned slightly behind his mask. "Very well, Initiate," he walked past the soldiers, into the entry way, taking a look at the dead ID-SOL there, as well as the bullet hole-ridden walls.

"Lieutenant Wells, please bring the package forward."

An Operator stepped towards Flins and the door. He held a large, bulky suitcase. The Captain grabbed it, set it on the floor and opened the contraption. Inside was a rather ornate-looking device, with plenty of glowing lights and tubes and pretty things. Flins fiddled with it for several moments before producing a small plug from somewhere on his Britva and placing it into a corresponding jack. He closed the case, and then passed it back to Wells, who hurried with it into the basement, before coming back up without it several moments later.

Flins turned to his squad. "The Reds present in the building were utilizing unsafe and broken methods of powering their establishment through the use of a malfunctioning, home-made fusion reactor. As of 0900 hours Rok'Veru GST, the reactor became unstable, and due to a defective cooling system, exploded, terminating the area around the building for one hundred yards in all directions. Loss of life and property for Nepeslian citizens was thankfully low. The only casualty for the law-abiding public of Nepleslia was that of former Sergeant Winston Smith, a decorated veteran of the Star Military, who had been captured by the Red faction insurgents occupying the home."

Flins finished speaking, still looking at his squad. "That is the official story, and how it will appear in all publicly accessible records in the DIoN. You will not reveal the true nature of this night's happenings to others under pain of death. That is all. Return to the Crast immediately. This area will be completely destroyed in fifteen minutes. You will await my instruction upon arrival at Headquarters. Please secure several boxes of ordinance from the munitions area upstairs before departing."

The Captain and the Operators who had accompanied him disappeared out the door. As they had been speaking, two of the IPG stealth choppers had showed up, and were both parked on the street outside.
 
"I'll be alright. But we have to get out of here." Cyrene answered, pulling herself up and moving to the chopper. The other Initiate shouldn't be too far behind. Her limbs 'hurted' a lot less now, as her repair cycle had brought her into better functionality levels. All that remained was to see how extensive the damage was to her more fragile internal components.
 
"Time to go, guys. Guess it was funn while it went on!" Chandler checked his rocket launchers, then ran off to one of the helicopters and, with a deft hop, jumped into the chopper.
 
Lenz made his way upstairs and grabbed a box of munitions after reslinging his rifle on his back. He hauled the box as quickly and carefully as he could over a shoulder towards a Crast. He was relieved for the moment that the mission was over, it meant he might get a status update on the investigation concerning his Mei. He climbed into the stealth chopper and secured himself to an empty jumpseat after taking care to secure the box under his seat.
 
Athrylis nodded to Cyrene before heading upstairs following orders. She rather cumbersomely picked up a smaller box, using what remained of her right arm to help her left arm carry it out to the chopper.

Back outside, Athrylis climbed into one of the two heli's and carefully set the box down. She then took a seat as she waited for them to start leaving. She wasn't looking forward to having to repair or replace her arm.
 
Nelew retrieved a few cases of the rocket munitions (if there were any left by this time) and joined the others in the Crast.
 
Alaster, still holding the makeshift strap with the spare rocket launcher ammo retrieved his own launcher, and left the house, jogging towards the waiting helicopter. The Initiate boarded it, and nodded to his comrades. He sighed slightly in relief, none of them had died thankfully.
 
Once both Crasts had been filled, the black vehicles lifted off, rotors silent in the night. While most of the other Operators had boarded the second chopper, Flins had stayed with the Initiates, standing at the head of their chopper. After several minutes of flight, the sky behind the choppers was suddenly illuminated by a green flash, and a plume of flame erupting from the ground. It appeared the small suitcase nuke had gone off early. Luckily, the blast was just as small as predicted.

Flins watched the blast from the open door before reaching out and shutting it. He looked to the Initiates again, and then removed his Durandium helmet.

"May I ask, Initiates, why there was a prolonged gunfight in the middle of a Rok'Veru suburban development?"
 
"One of the Initiates engaged one of the targets too early while still outside the premises and the targets opened fire on her and the other initiates in the vicinity. The snipers provided supporting fire," Lenz stated grimly looking at Flins. He appraised his instructor wearily, he had a fairly good idea the harm that this ID-SOL could inflict upon them but he knew that he wouldn't want to know the full extent of that wrath.
 
"With all due respect, it was Enev'rana who triggered the gunfight. Our plan A apparently ran her dry of information, so she went psycho and killed everything." Chandler looked over his GP-1, then loaded a second clip in and un-threaded the silencer on the rifle.
 
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