Standing outside an apparently disused warehouse on the outskirts of a town in the middle of the night, a town of which no one had bothered to erect a sign stating it's name - nor did it seem like anyone even lived there - Sergeant Mark briefed his troops. "Alrighty, we got a warehouse here. Apparently the rebels are using it to store a large cache of weapons, according to intels, although it's disguised to look unused. Here's what we do; be bust in there using the battering ram and take out as many of those suckers as we can." Sergeant Mark whispered into the mic inside of his gas mask. "Then, we secure the area, and guard the weapons 'till the 'copter comes in. We seize the weapons, then escape. Remember: stealth is key. They won't worry 'bout the bang, shells are landing often 'round here. Quiet and fast, like the other raid. Let's get in there and kick some ass! Everyone ready? Good. Johnson, you take the ram and we'll cover you as the door swings open."
After a quick reply of, "Sir, yes, sir", Private Johnson took the battering ram, and hit the warehouse door with a solid BANG. Upon the lack of bullets flying their way, they entered covertly, their night-vision goggles showing them what the rebels couldn't see in the pitch-black of the warehouse. The rebels' lack of sight of the squad were mainly due to the XSF's matte black equipment and clothing, and partially due to their stealth. After sneaking their way along the wall, they heard speech. It was a little further along the warehouse, and combined with the echo the conversation was distorted. A few yards later, the squad came across a trio of rebels playing poker by a dim candlelight on a metal barrel, only ten meters away. This was the source of the conversation, which was surprisingly loud at the distance they were at.
"I'll tell ya one thing, that bang sure as hell gave me a fright. I swear, the damn shells are landing closer." one said.
"Pfft, doubt it. The shells aren't normally this close. Anyway, don't think they'll land on this old heap." another replied.
"Well, what about a spec op raid?" the first retorted. However, the third rebel put this at rest with: "Impossible. No way could the gov find out this place. A raid will never take place."
Sergeant Mark could barely suppress a smile upon hearing that. But he put that thought at rest for later before whispering to another sergeant in the squad, "Alrighty, get the tranquilliser. Not killing them unless they fire. Slow and steady now, three quick shots." And to the other squad members, "Keep alert. Gonna tranq' 'em, but if they see us, no hesitation. Got it?"
And there was no trouble in taking down the trio. Three quick shots, almost simultaneously, toppled the rebels at the barrel. And the squad progressed, occasionally taking down rebels, with the requirement for actual bullets only being used once, the sound masked by the suppressor on the
C7, making nothing but a polite cough.
However, they made a major discovery, as they crept towards a single rebel on guard duty who was almost dead on his feet due to tiredness. Fatigue wasn't a problem for the Special Forces, an advantage for them in contrast to the rebels' own exhaustion. As the rebel was tranquilised - and Sgt. Mark muttered to himself, "Well, 'least he got that sleep...."- one of the troops happened to glance sideways at the cargo label. "Sir, we've got something big here, have a look", the troop whispered into his mic. Mark trooped over towards the label, and said aloud, "Holy... that's from Kannex! I can tell by the area of origin: Konighafen! And look, it even has the damned flag on it! They've been supplying the rebels! Good find, Smith. When we finish this crap, I'll alert the higher ranks of this."
Two hours later, the raid had come to a conclusion. There were a total of three rebel fatalities, while the rest had been captured. None of the Special Forces had been wounded nor killed; these troops had been training for a similar event for a combined time of 33 years between the six troops. The rebels were given over to the New Sekian government, provided they did not execute the rebels. A total of thirty containers had been captured, six of which had originated from Kannex, each full of weapons. The troops had been successfully evacuated and were already on their way to secure accommodation in which they could relax and prepare for their next mission. Sergeant Mark successfully reported the apparent Kannexian supplying of the rebels to his superiors. And action was to take place.
(OOC: Purpose misspelling of Konghafen 'cause otherwise the text would go crazy...)