The news made clear what had happened in a tower in New York City. People from all around starred at their TV's at the terrorist attack.
At zero five fifty hours, a car exploded across the street of a twenty story business complex.
At zero six hundred hours, an unidentified terrorist organization took control of the building.
At zero six fifteen hours, police had surrounded the building.
At zero six thirty hours, swat arrived.
At zero seven hundred hours, the group had yet to communicate with negotiators.
At zero seven thirty hours, a body fell from the seventeenth level onto the sidewalk below.
What nobody was informed of, however, was that at zero forty five hours, under the cover of a smoke screen, two men entered the building.
Drew, age 24, was one of the men to enter. On his hip he carried a P30 pistol. On his back was his MP7A1 sub machine gun. With him he had two flash bangs, a smoke grenade, and three sticks of c4, with detonators to spare. What the man carried in his hands, with a strap that hung around his neck, was a HK417. All three guns were silent.
The smoke screen was passed off as a car problem. The direction the wind was blowing allowed them to temporarily pass it off as such. Drew entered silently, giving the lobby a quick sweep from the door. It was clear. He stood up and looked over to his partner, "ready?" He asked quietly.
At zero five fifty hours, a car exploded across the street of a twenty story business complex.
At zero six hundred hours, an unidentified terrorist organization took control of the building.
At zero six fifteen hours, police had surrounded the building.
At zero six thirty hours, swat arrived.
At zero seven hundred hours, the group had yet to communicate with negotiators.
At zero seven thirty hours, a body fell from the seventeenth level onto the sidewalk below.
What nobody was informed of, however, was that at zero forty five hours, under the cover of a smoke screen, two men entered the building.
Drew, age 24, was one of the men to enter. On his hip he carried a P30 pistol. On his back was his MP7A1 sub machine gun. With him he had two flash bangs, a smoke grenade, and three sticks of c4, with detonators to spare. What the man carried in his hands, with a strap that hung around his neck, was a HK417. All three guns were silent.
The smoke screen was passed off as a car problem. The direction the wind was blowing allowed them to temporarily pass it off as such. Drew entered silently, giving the lobby a quick sweep from the door. It was clear. He stood up and looked over to his partner, "ready?" He asked quietly.
Derik had his silenced P30 drawn and his index finger resting lightly on the trigger. Two magazines for his P30, and four magazines for his MP5 SD. Smoke grenades rested on his black tactical vest along with two other frags. He returned his partners question with a nod. Black boots swiftly crossed the tile floor. Every time they touched the ground it was virtually silent. Even though Derik was only nineteen he was more ready for a mission than most of the people of the academy he came out of.
This was his first mission so he pleaded to himself to not mess up. Plenty of times he has cracked under pressure, but never has he faced a life or death situation. But he held his pistol high and moved without hesitance. He lead himself with his pistol as he went room-to-room and shouted 'clear' as he checked each one. A noise caught his ears and he reached for his MP5 SD and aimed down his red-dot sight. "Stay alert."
This was his first mission so he pleaded to himself to not mess up. Plenty of times he has cracked under pressure, but never has he faced a life or death situation. But he held his pistol high and moved without hesitance. He lead himself with his pistol as he went room-to-room and shouted 'clear' as he checked each one. A noise caught his ears and he reached for his MP5 SD and aimed down his red-dot sight. "Stay alert."
Drew heard the noise also, and nodded to him partner. Because they were on a shoot first agenda, he didn't call out to the assailants before popping around the corner after signalling to Derik that he was doing so. His HK417 spat out death to the first hostage taker in the room, then he swung the gun to the left and shot the second, both clean shots in the back.
The two bodies fell with cushioned thuds on the carpeted floor as Drew advanced. He started a sweep of the lobby to the left, and motioned for Derik to do the same to the right.
The two bodies fell with cushioned thuds on the carpeted floor as Drew advanced. He started a sweep of the lobby to the left, and motioned for Derik to do the same to the right.
(Hey , i do't wanna be rude or anything but is this still going on? cuz if not i'd love to carry it on 
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((I do believe it is still going on, I am just waiting for my partner to reply. I know him personally so I know he will, it is just a question of when right now 
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Nodding in acknowledge Derik lead himself through the left side. He searched under tables, behind and in cabinets, looking for either hiding threats, or citizens. Carefully placing his footsteps on the tile floor he stepped over fallen items swiftly. A door to his left opened into a stairwell. Walking over to the side of the building that his partner was at he stomped his foot to try and get his attention. Once he had it, he pointed over at the door near the other end of the building. He made his fingers go into a walking motion impersonating stairs.
When he thought he got his point across to his associate he started toward the door. Approaching the opening of the stairwell he stopped and looked around. Then he continued up the stairwell and held his hand up for him to stop. He heard muffled voices a few stories up and someone shouting. They had company.
When he thought he got his point across to his associate he started toward the door. Approaching the opening of the stairwell he stopped and looked around. Then he continued up the stairwell and held his hand up for him to stop. He heard muffled voices a few stories up and someone shouting. They had company.
"Clear," called out Drew as he finished his sweep. A stop from the left side caught his attention as he looked over to his partner. He nodded in understanding at the mention of stairs, following Derik up, but ignored his last command. Drew walked to the other side of the door, pressing his ear to listen. He heard about three voices on the other side, the shouting seemed farther away.
Switching his HK417 for his MP7A1 sub machine gun, he tapped his flash-bang grenade and motioned for Derik to stack up. Once that was accomplished, it if was accomplished, and noticing from the hinges that the door opened into the room, he would prime the grenade, reach across the door, and open it just enough to toss it in. Once the explosion blinded the targets he would open the door and sweep right, taking out targets in his sight, leaving room for his partner to do the same on the left side.
Switching his HK417 for his MP7A1 sub machine gun, he tapped his flash-bang grenade and motioned for Derik to stack up. Once that was accomplished, it if was accomplished, and noticing from the hinges that the door opened into the room, he would prime the grenade, reach across the door, and open it just enough to toss it in. Once the explosion blinded the targets he would open the door and sweep right, taking out targets in his sight, leaving room for his partner to do the same on the left side.
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