Team Rainbow: The Unmasking [IC] [OPEN]

[The United Nations Of Europa]

Major Esla Sandberg/Callsign: Spöke
Alpha Team
Bartlett University, Massachusetts


After clearing the room of hostiles, Esla looked around to see if there were any survivors. Not surprisingly any of the civilians that were in the room before were killed by the gas. She had seen many things during her time with Swedish Forces but nothing was on par with this. These attacks on the campus students were nothing but heartless actions lead by cold blooded killers. Seeing that there were no survivors in the room she decided to catch up to Rasalka and Uhlanga. She noticed the African man was covering Rasalka as she tried to clear the next room. "Friendly coming in Uhlanga, watch your fire." she warned the man. Moving up to the two, she knelt down by Uhlanga "'what's the status on the rest of the team so far?" she asked.

"Willie Pete out!"

Esla quickly turned around her head to see her teammate throwing a white phosphorus grenade into a room. Seeing the use of this weapon by Rainbow operators terrified her. She could hear the screams of people in the room next to them and nothing else. Esla looked over at Uhlanga seeing he too had fear in his eyes from what they experienced, "Were there any civilians in there?" she asked with a stutter in her voice.

[The Manticoran Empire]

Gunny Galloway moved through the lower floor of the building, motioning for Alpha 9 to follow. He had expended sixty plus rounds, leaving him with roughly five mags with one at least half empty. He had also expended about half of his flashbangs. He'd have to budget them, now. As he moved towards the central stairwell, he panned up with his rifle, checking the landing and the floor above for hostiles. As he advanced up the stairs, an explosion rocked the ground. "ALPHA One this is Alpha Three, what the hell was that?" he said into his radio as he continued moving up the stairs.

Through the window behind him, smoke was visible from the dormitory.

Hawkeye grimaced as he lifted himself to his feet. The blast had completely obliterated his drone, that much he could just guess. He quickly checked himself for wounds. Nothing serious, it seemed. He started to feel around his body. No shrapnel. "Lucky son of a bitch, I am," he said to himself. He looked around for his rifle and the other members of Bravo Team. His rifle he found a few meters away. He picked it up and sought cover behind a piece of rubble. He attempted to get on the net. "Bravo One, this is Hawkeye, come in, over." Silence.
"Bravo One, this is Hawkeye, can you hear me?" Still, silence.
"Hawkeye to all callsigns, is anybody listening?" Still no response. Not even static. He pulled his mike off of his shoulder and the wire fell to the floor in front of him. "Not so lucky now, am I?"

[Dernland]

Balor

Balor snatched a stun grenade from his belt, waiting until Gunny began covering him before standing and taking a moment to size up the distance before rocking backwards and throwing the grenade. The cylinder soared through the air, colliding with the second floor windowsill and clattering down to the floor within. He waited for the flash before moving up again, this time at a full sprint, slamming against the brick wall of the building. He shied away from the window as weapons fire poured out from the defenders and, wasting no time, lobbed a second flash grenade into the window. The detonation rocked Balor's teeth, but he peeked the window, firing two shots at a terrorist who was clutching his head through his own makeshift hazard suit. The man went down with a yell and more bullets poured through the window, this time from Alpha Three as he advanced towards the opening. The two operators quickly dispatched the final two terrorists, who were still relatively stunned from the blast.

It was quiet now that the gunfire had stopped, with only the uncountable footsteps of soldiers and terrorists throughout the building. He crouched for a moment, taking the time to do an inventory while things were quiet. His twenty round magazine was half full, and he'd used two of his four flashbangs. His four tubaiste devices were secured and their safeties were armed, after all he wouldn't want one going off by accident. He mentally counted the dead before tapping his radio. "Alpha one, this is Alpha 9. 8 hostiles confirmed KIA north-side. No casualties. Continuing sweep. Out."

Balor saw Gunny moving towards the central staircase and followed suit, creeping behind the American operator as he ascended the stairs. An explosion rocked the building for a moment and Gunny paused allowing Balor to move ahead for a moment. He peeked left after reaching the top, sweeping his sights over the broken window that the hostiles had fired from. There were none there, and there was no trace of them save for some spent brass and a thin trail of blood that lead from the window, past the stairway, and off in the direction of the trophy room. Balor followed it, hugging the left wall and moving with slow deliberation. He peeked around the archway into the crossroads area. There were no sign of hostiles, but the main door to the president's office was closed tight and the trail of blood seemed to lead there, skirting around the scale model of Bartlett campus that dominated the room.

He cleared the trophy room to his left his left, peering through the smoke to check for ambushers or hostiles and found none. He signaled for Gunny, who he assumed would follow him, to watch his back and moved towards the Presiden't ornate double doors. The sound of shuffling and muffled voices within made him pause, but he slowly reached into his belt-pouch and retrieved his snake cam

He knelt, sliding the thin wire underneath the finely carved wooden doors. He swept his view around, slowly taking in the room. It was heavily fortified, with nearly a dozen men in hazard suits and distinctive bleach white masks taking up defensive positions facing his door and the two smaller doors on either side of the room. There were three deployable barricades and several walls had been re-enforced with steel. What Balor noticed next made his blood run cold. His mind involuntarily flashed back to a few months prior. He and his squad stood around a similar device surrounded by dead civilians and White-masks in the Talbot Mall. They'd disabled the first three, but the terrorists had manually set off the fourth. So much death...

Balor's mind snapped back to the present, staring at the makeshift device. It was unmistakable. It was another biohazard bomb. He retreated back to a corner and keyed his radio with a shaking hand.

"Alpha One, Alpha Nine." He said, his low voice quivering on the verge of tears. "Be advised, eyes on terrorist bioweapon, unknown quantity, President's Office. Dozen hostiles. Requesting support before engaging. How copy?"

He switched frequencies, keying in Alpha Three and raising his fist. "Alpha-Three, Alpha Nine. Twelve hostiles. Hold here until we get the go ahead." Balor said before moving to the doorway into the trophy room. He wouldn't be long, just needed to set up a contingency plan. The east side of the building was relatively unknown, and there was a stairway down to the first floor from there. He reached to his belt and retrieved a Tubaiste device, applying a dry adhesive to one side of the cylinder and sticking it to the lower lip of one of the central trophy cases. He flipped a switch, arming the device and pressed a button on it and the detonator simultaneously. Two small green lights on both devices began blinking rapidly before settling onto a solid green. It was ready if they were flanked, but only to be used as a last resort.

Balor moved back to the Presidential Room, crouching in a corner and waiting for a response from Alpha One.

[The Knockout Gun Gals]

Lee Soon-hon, Bravo Team, Callsign Winter

Lee followed the rest as they moved in. Lee has been very quiet recently, though that is because she is basically a regular Marine from ROK's Marine Corps, while the others are either from special forces division or paramilitary division in law enforcement agency. Basically she is regular-ranked soldier, but at the same time she is not the private kind, but the sergeant kind and with the trainings necessary for the qualification. She is currently with Arachne and Sparrow on the ground floor.

"Arachne, how do we do things from here?" she asked.

[Calindelo]

Jesus Leonardo A. De Los Reyes
"Demonyo"
Bravo Team
Barlett University

I followed Bravo-1's order and took point, as Hawk-eye's drone passed us i quietly walked up the first two steps of the stairwell, i pulled out my M1014 and i whispered to my teammates, "I like to keep this handy, for close encounters." followed by a toothy grin. Then it happened, Hawk-eye yelled "Clear out! Dead man's switch!" My eyes widened and i quickly yelled at the two operators with me, "Fall Back! Move! Mov-" I get interrupted by an explosion going off in the upper floors, and my light ass was thrown a few meters away from my original position and i rolled on the floor as i landed. "Ahw shit.. Ang sakit!" (That's Painful.) As i lay there in pain, a part of the ceiling on top of me began to fall, i quickly roll away from the initial landing point of the rubble, and i barely escaped being crushed by debris. I slowly stood up to look around, i fail to see any operators of Bravo team, the reason being the combination of smoke from the explosion and the chemical agent. I grabbed my shotgun from the floor and i opened my radio and said, "Alpha team, this is Bravo-10 actual, we've been hit by a suicide bomber, possible casualties, over." I then switch to the frequency of Bravo team and said "Bravo team, this is Demonyo, do you read?" I left the radio open as i wait for a response.

[New Finnish Republic]

Olavi Jokinen / "Ukko"
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017
1050 Hours

"Tangos, 3 o'clock at the bookshelves.”

Heeding Makarov’s callout, Olavi swung his rifle to engage the new hostiles. Thanks to the suppressive fire from the Russian, he was able to maneuver around the bookshelves to get a flanking shot at the two remaining hostiles in the room. Exposed and unaware of his presence, the Finnish operator able to effortlessly place several rounds into their torsos, dropping the tangos and securing the room. Glancing back to ensure his guys were okay, Olavi then proceeded to point first with his right finger towards the stairwell and then up towards the ceiling, indicating for the other operators to prepare for any hostiles on the balcony above.

Cautiously making their way forward, Olavi couldn’t help but notice the bodies of several obviously deceased civilians along the way, many of them almost half the age as the Team Leader. Obvious signs of asphyxiation were present as well as patches of boils that covered their exposed skin. Their deaths had likely been an immensely terrifying and painful one, as any most deaths to chemical agents were. While it was a gruesome sight, Olavi couldn’t allow himself to lose his composure over it, instead focusing on keeping his own people alive and killing the bastards responsible for this.

Reaching the base of the stairwell, Olavi took point as the three others followed close behind. Initially they ran into no trouble, but as they reached the halfway point Olavi noted movement from behind one of the book shelves that lined the edge of the railings. He made the call out before preparing to engage.

“Tango, two o’clock, bookshelf.”

The enemy, seeming to hear his voice, popped his head out to look. This proved to be a mistake, as he was met with a 7.62x39 mm round via Olavi’s RK 95-TP. Based off of the Russian Kalashnikov rifle, the thing packed a good punch to it but in the right hands was very effective at engaging close to mid-range targets, and this rifle was definitely in the right hands.

“Second floor clear.”

The call was made after a quick inspection of the rest of the floor, and soon Olavi was met with two choices. He could either send his team to the western doorway that would continue to lead the group along the balcony the lined western half of the building, or they could go east along the next room. He gave the halt signal with his right hand as he weighed the pros and cons. It was likely that the room sure to have hostiles in it, but there would be little to no cover up on that balcony area. He didn’t like it, but he decided to bring his team to the east. Before he could give the order, however, a small rumble could be heard which was shortly followed by the noise of Olavi’s radio crackling to life.

“Alpha One this is Alpha Three, what the hell was that?”

Olavi got on the mic.

“Alpha One Actual to Alpha Three, your guess is as good as mine. Might be something over with Bravo, in which case right now it’s not our problem. Be advised, however, we’ve made it to the second floor and we’re on our way to rendezvous with you. Make sure to check your fire. Out.”

That matter settled, Olavi glanced around for means of entry. If he remembered the layout of the building correctly, the small hallway in front of them would lead to the next room. Peeking his head out around the corner, he confirmed that there was indeed a doorway there that showed signs of hastily assembled barricades. Olavi could guess that the hostiles in the room were expecting them to breach from there and likely had all guns pointed there. If they wanted to proceed, they’d need to find another entryway. Thankfully, they possessed just the device to do that.

“Alpha Seven and Eight, stack up on the door but wait for my order to breach. Alpha Four, you’re with me. I’m going to use Ukkonen to open up a new entrance as well as disorientate the paskiaiset. I’ll give the signal for activation, and then the signal to breach. Understood?”

Olavi was met with nods before the group went into action. Raka and Meyers made their way to the doorway while Olavi set up his device with Makarov providing overwatch. Once the Ukkonen was secured, Olavi waited for the signal from the other two that they were ready. After that he waited for the go ahead signal from Makarov which he promptly received. Once everything was ready to go, Olavi began the verbal countdown.

“Three. Two. One. Activate!”

On his signal, a barrage of soft thumps could be heard from the other side, followed by a deafening boom of noise as the concussion grenades that filled the room all went off at once. Anyone unfortunate to be on the receiving end would be blasted with a high volume of noise that caused their eardrums to pop from the sheer volume as well as becoming extremely disorientated due to their sense of balance being thrown off.

“Breach!”

On the second signal, the explosive charge of the device went off, blowing the thin walls into tiny shards, further putting the hostiles inside at a disadvantage. At the same time Raka destroyed the wooden door with a massive swing of his hammer as per Olavi’s instructions. The hostiles inside, unable to barely even stand, stood no chance from the onslaught of gunfire that came from two different angles at once. Soon, the room fell quiet as the last remaining defender drew his last breath.

“Room clear. On me.”

The other followed along behind, their weapons shouldered and ready to fire in case any more hostiles attempted to engage them. Luckily, the small hallway seemed unguarded as did the next room. Olavi was about to continue their advance when his radio once more crackled to life.

"Alpha One, Alpha Nine. Be advised, eyes on terrorist bioweapon, unknown quantity, President's Office. Dozen hostiles. Requesting support before engaging. How copy?"

Olavi gave the halt signal and then glanced ahead, noting the room identified as the President’s room was visibly fortified with metal panels and the sounds of voices filled the air. If that many men were holed up there, that meant that they were indeed protecting some precious cargo. Olavi felt for his hip, where his last Ukkonen sat waiting. He was hoping not to have to use all of them on this one building, but given the situation he didn’t have much of a choice.

“Alpha One Actual to Alpha Nine, I copy. See if you can breech from the northern wall of the room. We’ll set up on the southern side, and I’ll see if we can get the rest of Alpha up here to assault from the west. Out.”

Once more using hand signals, he had the rest of his group stack up alongside the doorway that led into the room. The metal reinforcements were too tough for the Ukkonen to punch through, so instead they would need to punch through the doorway. While this may have been suicide on their own, with three simultaneous breaches it was possible. Olavi got on his radio again, this time to hail the three members of his team that were still downstairs.

“Alpha Two, requesting you and Alpha Three and Five make their way to the western entrance to the President’s room. We’ve got confirmed hostiles guarding a suspected explosive device. I’m wanting a simultaneous breach between our three groups. Over.”

As they waited for the response, Olavi began to prepare his final breaching device on the door in front of them. Even with as big of a room as they were about to go into, he was confident the device would perform just as well as it did earlier. As long as they timed everything right and avoided getting caught up in the crossfire, they’d be able to take down the hostiles with little chance of casualties on their end.

Olavi took a deep breath as the final preparation were complete. This could either go very smooth, or very bad. If they fucked up, they would all end up dead.

Olavi prayed that it wouldn’t come down to that, as he wasn’t quite ready to meet the Devil.

[Anowa]

CMS Augustus Wilhelm / "Ghostrider" Bravo-1 Actual
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017 // 1050 Hours

Their pointman was now behind a fucking wall of fallen support beams and insulation. As the dust settled, a small gap was visible, revealing both sides of the impassable wall to one another.

"Fuck." a pause as he looked around. What seemed like load bearing walls were the only thing surrounding them. The building groaned in a stressful display as another explosion echoed. The sound of slowly buckling metal resounded through the building, and Ghostrider was made stunningly clear of what the fuck was happening.

"Bravo-1 Actual too all callsigns! Dormitory's collapsing, Get clear NOW!" he turned to Demonyo through the gap, "We can't get to you. Good luck getting out buddy." The sounds of a few dozen footfalls charging towards Demonyo could be heard, as well as the heavy raspy breathing and led light of a suicide bomber. "Aim for the head, find a window."

With that, the elderly operator and his rear guard beat feet, with no way of assisting the man.

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CWO Hannah MacDougall / "Arachne" Bravo-2 Actual
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017 // 1050 Hours

"Bravo-1 Actual too all callsigns! Dormitory's collapsing, Get clear NOW!"

Arachne had been the first to notice the consequences of so many HE munitions being used. And now, a good half of the dorm was now on fire for whatever reason.

"Winter, Sparrow, Exfil. Building's about to be down around our ears." the woman made to move, but the ripping of gunfire tore through the atmosphere. Moments before she ducked into cover she spotted at least six hostiles taking cover among rubble, burning furniture, and the support beams to the bannister above them

"Make this engagement quick, we're out of time!" the woman's words were emphasized by a not so distant crashing.

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MSgt Waleska Kowalski / "Rusalka" Alpha 2
SSgt Kitwana Odhiambo / "Uhlanga" Alpha 3
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017 // 1052 Hours

"Were there any civilians in there?"

Uhlanga turned to the Swede, "If there were they would've been long dead. These types of weapons that permeate the air with miasma are neither prolonged nor kind... It is still better than that." he said, regarding the white phosphourous, "But I suppose these monsters deserve such a brutal fate."

Kowalski spoke up, seeing as she had yet to interject, it was clear she had heard the conversation, "We still have rooms to clear. Let's get going." As she moved down the hall, Kitwana followed, beckoning for Spoke to follow. The African man couldn't help but muse as to what made the pink haired woman so blood thirsty, to have such actions of chronic and sustained viciousness.

Though his musings were stopped at the same time Kowalski did, bathed by the light of a window, the woman peered out after taking a few steps back. Kitwana was about to ask what the hold up was, but the woman answered in a radio hail to Ukko.

"Alpha 2 to Alpha 1. I believe I have eyes on a delivery vehicle. Permission to investigate?" Kitwana sidled up beside her with a view out of the window, he could see the vehicle as well, a box truck, "Vespic Meat Delivery" branded onto the side. Kitwana mentally clued the assessment together, the situation fit, seeing as the University was supposed to have some sort of festival today, food trucks would've blended in easily. What clued the woman in to it's delivery status was the signs of chains, boxes of ammo, and a few canisters of what he recognized as dispersal cans. The same ones that he'd spotted sprinkled about the building and exterior grounds.

Sound came from Waleska's headset, and moments later she continued, "One wants us to breach with them, we're gonna be prepping to breach nigh opposite of them on the same room. Let's go."

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Maj Adrian Blackburn / "Talon" Charlie-1 Actual
CWO Wolfram Herrman / "Yukon" Charlie-2
Over Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017 // 1050 Hours

The blackhawk was circling the university, ready for any reinforcing maneuvers the two ground teams needed. Though from the looks of things, it was going smoothly, or at least as much as it could all things considered.

Wolfram sighed, "Some dumb-ass is using too much HE in the dorms... Fire's probably lifting god knows how much of this shit into the atmosphere."

Blackburn merely grunted an affirmative, "Probably one of the Russians, they tend to have a penchant for that."

The Canuck replied in kind, "Hmm." a pause, "Anyone else hungry?"

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

Yatzil Alfasi / "Xbatay" Bravo-3
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017 // 1050 Hours

Ringing. Constant ringing. A lot of good those earplugs did. Her vision was blurry, her limbs felt heavy, but she came slowly to realize that she was, indeed, alive. The blast had knocked her aside, and as her sight began to return to her, and as the ringing began to fade, she felt a brief moment of panic and felt herself for any tears or damages to her protection. Apart from dust and scratches, nothing seemed the problem. Rather, nothing had damaged her far enough to cause a puncture, and so she could only feel glee at having survived a blast from nearby, potentially anywhere. Whatever had caused it, such a thing was, for obvious reasons, no longer a threat.

Spotting her teammate through clouds of dust and toxic particles, she watched carefully to see if he would react to the toxins floating around. He seemed disoriented, but not damaged- darting around, he picked up his rifle and sought cover. She knew there was no more need, but perhaps her sense of security was bolstered by the rubble she already lay behind. Climbing back up, Yatzil felt her foot caught in a precarious situation. Tugging, she soon brought her hands to the trap. A chunk of wall with a bar running straight through it was atop her foot, and she felt the pressure of the bar digging into her foot the more she wiggled.

"One...two...three!" she counted down, heaving the chunk off of her foot with no small effort. It lifted, slowly, but once she tilted it to a particular angle it tumbled right off and into the rest of the rubble. Freedom at last, she felt her foot for just a moment to check if it was particularly injured. Compared to how a foot should be after a blast, it seemed just fine. Standing upright, Yatzil observed her surroundings and determined the blast could not have been too close- if it had, they would be dead, but furthermore pierced and scorched. The soldier mumbled something unintelligible, grateful to nothing in particular that they had only been hit by the wave of the blast, the aftermath, rather than the fireball.

Suddenly, her radio buzzed on. A warning came about.

"Collapsing"

It took no more than this for Yatzil to break into action. She analyzed her situation, nudging her temporary companion, "Hawkeye, you heard him, get going!" she shouted as she frantically sought an anchor. She'd trapped the way backwards, that was no longer an option. They were too high up regardless, taking the stairs would use too much precious time they needed to flee from the soon-to-be-wreckage. There weren't many options, too much had been destroyed already. She looked to the nearby window, which had been blown outwards by the blast and destroyed. Choosing at last an exposed support for her anchor, she set up as quickly as possible and prepared to rappel to the ground level below.

Rappelling is a basic feature of many special forces groups, and even in many of the most basic training programs it can have the spotlight. There's a reason for that. It is incredibly useful for situations just like this. Yatzil, a special forces agent herself, naturally has trained and trained again in this art of descension. Why, then, was it that she hesitated, sitting on the windowsill, legs dangling down?

She was afraid. There were no medics nearby to assist if something went wrong. There were no instructors there to confirm the safety of the test, to reassure her that her equipment was of the finest grade and that it was only training so nothing would go wrong. The building was near collapse, would the structure even be a good anchor? "Perish these thoughts" she whispered to herself, "You can do it."

Falling is scary. A controlled fall is no less scary, and it takes courage to do it. Courage is what a soldier needs, not bravery. Bravery is to have no fear, but courage is to face your fear and do it anyway. Yatzil descended as fast as she could without making the situation fatal to herself, and landed upon the ground safely. Disconnecting, she paid no mind to the building, simply running away from its radius. When that thing came tumbling down, Yatzil was not going to be caught in debris and dust. Fleeing the site, she kept her head low and engaged constantly in checking every turn, every corner, every nook and cranny as she ran by. An enemy ambush could come from anywhere, failure to adhere to this checking process- no matter how hasty- could and would be fatal.

Finger on the trigger, she unleashed a blast on a couple of White Mask agents who had the unfortunate situation of having their backs turned. The bullets ripped holes in their costumes. The first was hit square in the head, his faceplate splattering with the various grayish gel that used to be his head from the exit wound. He fell over hast, the remaining skin not covered by blood and matter blistering rapidly. The other was grazed, his ear getting torn off, the bullets passing through his sinus cavity and taking a few of his teeth alongside his nose as they exit. There was a loud gurgling sound, followed by muffled screams as the toxic agent he had himself released gained direct access to his respiration and circulation. His heart began to blister, the poor man clutching at his chest. His lungs, filling with bodily fluids, did not help. She offered a mercy of another brief burst of bullets before sizing her distance from the building.

Turning to her radio, she found a hiding spot and attempted contact, "Bravo-1 Actual, this is Bravo-3. We need a space to regroup. Over."

[The Knockout Gun Gals]

Lee Soon-hon, Bravo Team, Callsign Winter

Already into an hour in the operation and the operation went smooth, barring a Russian KIA. One death in the Alpha/Bravo coalition teams, and death is still that, a death. A bad things for the eve of the operation. Barring into that, the building's is in the process of collapsing. Definitely not what she had in mind when they go in explosives-way. "Alright!" was all what she said as they went to the outside of the building. She didn't expect for the battle to be this far-reaching in consequences.

[Dayganistan]

Zohal Ahmadi

Zohal did as she was ordered, following the other two operators to move up and clear the second floor, covering their rear. She had switched her short dot sight to red dot mode, allowing her to quickly engage anyone who might pop out behind them. If she needed to switch it back to a variable magnification scope, all it would take is a simple turn of the adjustment knob. A truly genius invention for giving an operator in the sharpshooter role more versatility when the fight moves to close range.

So far, the rear was clear and things were going smooth until she heard a loud explosion, followed by the sounds of falling debris. She was lucky to not be hit, but a wall of debris with a small gap had separated her and Ghostrider from Demonyo. There was a small gap which she looked through with her scope in case she had to cover her fellow operators with precise shots. But then, another explosion rocked the building, this one seemingly having compromised the structural integrity as the building started to creak, the metal supports starting to fail. She heard Ghostrider echo through both her radio headset and right beside her ordering bravo team to get out, and followed him as her started to run out of the building.

"On your six," she sad as she took off after Ghostrider, occasionally looking back to check for hostiles.

[The United Nations Of Europa]

"We still have rooms to clear. Let's get going." Rusalka ordered. Esla still didn't know what to say about the use of white phosphorus. The use of it by special forces baffled her, but she had to remember that she was no longer in SOG. Esla was in Rainbow now, and it still wasn't clear if they were going to abide any rules of combat. Uhlanga motioned for her to follow them to the next room. The group of three cautiously made their way through the building, checking every corner to spot for potential hostiles. The gas from the chemical attacks was still everywhere in the building, making this mission even more difficult. The three stopped as Rusalak decided to look a window in the room. "Why the hell are we stopping?" Esla thought to herself. A few moments later the woman was asking for permission to search the vehicles outside. It did make sense to check the vehicles and Esla trusted that Rusalka knew what she was doing. She trusted her choice a lot more than some of the operators.

[Hothnia]

Oberstleutenant Elisa Messiner "Sparrow"
Bartlett University, Cambridge, MA, USA

Elisa stood behind "Arachne" as they cleared rooms, quickly and precise. Bullet marks pocketed the walls around them, from past engagements. Every once in a while, the body of a student lay on the floor, skin deathly pale and small bumps covering the skin. Elisa grimaced. Poor kids. They shouldn't have to have met their end like this. A sense of determination came over her. We must stop these monsters before more of this happens.

Elisa haunted as "Arachne" halted in front of their small group. Elisa looked around nervously as small fires burned around them. Arachne turned around and relayed her information.

"Winter, Sparrow, Exfil. Buildings about to come down on our ears."

Elisa nodded. As Elisa turned to hurry out the door behind her, six tracer bullets flew over her head. She immediately dropped to the floor and rolled acrossed the pieces of glass on the floor behind a couch. Elisa immediately took out her "Viper's neck" attachment and screwed on it on quickly. She say up in a crouched position and positioned her G36 so the barrel of the "Viper's neck" would stick out over the couch. Elisa looked down the sights and squinted. Six hostiles. Elisa concentrated her on the left most ones chest and fired rapidly three times. In a burst of blood and internal organs, the man fell to the floor.

Just as Elisa aimed at a second enemy, a random bullet flew from one of the terrorists and struck her curved barrel, denting it upward. Elisa pulled her weapon back down and attempted unscrew the attachment. No luck. She yanked on it. Still no luck. There's not enough time for this. Elisa threw her G36 to the side and drew her sidearm. " This is Bravo 7, my main weapon is disabled. Requesting backup."

[Theodosiya]

Cpt Gregorius Cakra Prakoso/ Varuna/ Charlie (?)
Team Rainbow
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017

"No, I ain't hungry, Chief "Greg looked down. His Minimi propped against his shoulder, and the ammo hangs from his belt and wrapped around his gear in bandolier style, for the linked ammo. "I already knew what we're going to see. And I don't want to puke inside this MOPP gear" he added. He silently stared below, at the university. "Hope Yudha and Panji are ok. Never like to write condolences letter" sighing, he turned to Wolfram

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(1st)Lt Alexander Panji Kala/ Falcon/ Bravo 7
Team Rainbow
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017

Greg barely suppressed his disbelief. Not only Elisa used his callsign, she also apparently forgot that there's a designated marksman who also have an MP5-K PDW. "This is the real Bravo 7. Maybe there's something wrong with Bravo 8. Backup incoming" he spoke to the radio before firing three burst of overpressured armor piercing 9mm bullets from his PDW. Two hostiles down, one with destroyed face, the other one dropped to the floor and rolling and screaming wildly as the gas seeped into his flesh and blood vessel from holes torn open in his side. He switch back to the designated marksman rifle and waited. A terrorist peeked, and lost the left half of his brain as a 7.62x51mm round passed through his skull. His friends managed to maneuver into a better position, but one of it put the terrorist into a clear shot from Panji position. He carefully aimed, knowing that the next round that left the barrel of his rifle will be an Armor Piercing Incendiary. The terrorist turns and tried to fire at Panji, before a round went through his left thigh, destroying the bone, went out, striking his private area and embedded itself on the hip. The terrorist simply grabbed what's left from his private property and dropped down spasming as he fell to the same fate as his friends. "Let's move! I'll cover yer all asses with my SMG" He shouts.

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Sgt(M)Harun Yudha Raka/ Batara Kala/Alpha 7
Team Rainbow
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017

He waited. Rage filled him, yet he restrained himself from swinging his warhammer wildly. "Grrhr. Can't wait to kill more of these motherfuckers!" He grunts

"Three. Two. One. Activate"

He popped a concussion grenade inside, and grabbed his warhammer tightly. The loud bang inside agitated him. Then, the leash was taken off

"Breach"

"GRAAAHHHH"Screaming on top of his lung, he swinged his warhammer as fast and as hard as he could. The door broke open, he raised his pistol, and pumped numerous bullets into heads and torsos of every single hostiles in the room, screaming "DIE YOU ALL, PIECE OF SHITS!" until all of the terrorist stopped breathing. He stands there, animalistic grin on his face. He tied his warhammer back, and raised his assault rifle again.

“Room clear. On me.”

"Yes, sir!" He gleefully answers, the bloodlust still rein strong on his mind. He heard that they're about to break inside another room. An idea sprang in his mind "Alpha One Actual, permission to use Canister on the breach. I still have some remaining 40mm left."

[Segral]

Alpha 8: Viper

Seth overhears Raka talking into his mic. Seth has his doubts about canister, but tries to hold them back. He then notices a camera in the corner. He quickly rushes over, and uses some desks to reach up and smash through the lens with his Disruptor Knife, and snips the wires. He then hops back down and rushes over to Raka. "So you're using Canister, huh? How explosive is it?"

[Arengin Union]

Yuri Markov / "Karno" Alpha Team
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017
1050 Hours

As Olavi was setting up the charges, Yuri kept his rifle ready for anything. His AK rifle had served him well so far, the gas around the surrounding room outside the door was beginning to clear but this was no reason to take off the mask. Yuri thought about the room they were about to breach, possibly very small, smaller than the previous ones. This could go either way. He wasn't scared, if anything Yuri was not afraid of anything. He had been silent for a majority of the operation, only speaking when it was truly necessary. This wasn't out of distrust or social anxiety over his teammates, if anything he was growing a sense of deep respect for Olavi, he was glad their commander was a competent one, even for a Swede. Yuri was more concerned about the overall stability of the team, in all scales imaginable. This was too diverse of a Task Force, too prone to differences based on political or ethnic views, he himself felt that he would be the target of much scrutiny from most European operators, and Americans as well.

If anything, the recent death of Zhelezokov, whom he had heard of over the comms but had made no comment on, only set Yuri on the spotlight even more. That would be a problem. But he couldn't let these thoughts distract him from the task at hand. He kept cover on Olavi as he finally finished setting it up the charge. Yuri got on one side of the door, he spoke to Olavi directly, keeping his rifle aimed and aware of his surroundings while at it.

"Sir, should I use the shotgun. It could be useful in there. In any case, I'm ready when you are." Yuri said, not looking at Olavi but keeping respect on his tone towards the commander of the team.

[The Manticoran Empire]

Galloway tossed a flashbang into the room, kicking in the door almost instantly after it detonated. His rifle was up and cool, disciplined fire was placed downrange. Targets dropped with at least two rounds in each of them. He moved to the first corner nearest him, scanning the room as he did. He reached the corner, turned, and began moving down the wall, panning his rifle towards the center of the room, eliminating hostiles as they came into view.

Across the campus, Hawkeye had set his rappelling line. "Fuck my life," he said as he climbed through the window sill to the wall. He didn't think much about the actual rappel. He did this almost daily. It was the half destroyed building that was on his mind. He bounded down the wall, dropping down two to three meters each time. When he hit the ground, he extricated himself as quickly as possible from his rope and followed Yatzil. She dropped two hostiles as they ran for a small wall. As Yatzil attempted to make contact with the rest of the team, Hawkeye covered her in a kneeling position. "Fucking Kandahar all over again," he said to himself as he scanned the sector around them. "Any luck?"

[New Finnish Republic]

Olavi Jokinen / "Ukko"
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017
1052 Hours

"Alpha One Actual, permission to use Canister on the breach. I still have some remaining 40mm left."

Olavi glanced back at the Indonesian. He kept his voice down as he answered in order to avoid being heard from the hostiles inside the next room, although he doubted they’d be able to hear much with all the reinforcements surrounding them.

“Affirmative. Just be sure to avoid hitting the explosive device. Setting that thing off is the last thing we want right now.”

"Sir, should I use the shotgun? It could be useful in there. In any case, I'm ready when you are."

Olavi let out a small sigh before answering. It was too many questions given the situation, but he supposed it was better to ask beforehand.

“Affirmative. Same precaution as Alpha Seven.”

His guys settled, Olavi got back onto the radio to reach the others who he had set up around the building.

“Alpha One Actual to Alpha Nine and Alpha Two, are we clear to engage? Over.”

A short pause was followed by the confirmation that the other two teams were ready to go. Now prepared to breach, Olavi gave out the same instructions as before. However, this time the pressure to not fuck things up was immensely higher, as he knew that one stray bullet could possibly mean the death of the entire team including himself. Still, regardless of this Olavi began the countdown.

“Three. Two. One. Activate!”

Things suddenly went in slow motion for Olavi. The subtle sounds of thumps filled the room next to them, followed by the immense blast of sound that came with it. His thumb slowly beginning to put pressure on the detonating trigger. His mouth beginning to shape of the breaching order. All of this seemed to happen at a snail’s pace, so much that he was able to hear himself think one clear thought.

Voi vitun paska.

Time continued to go in slow motion as the explosive charge went off, forcefully opening up the doorway as well as sending a terrorist unlucky enough to be on the opposite side of the door flying back into the opposite wall. While he couldn’t see them, Olavi could feel the three others behind him forcing their way inside. He noted the other two groups had made their breach as well, sending even more shrapnel into the air as they did.

For the hostiles inside, the sudden and overwhelming force was too much for them to react to. Olavi placed several rounds in one man’s torso before he could even lift his gun up, as was done to several other hostiles inside. For those who managed to get a shot off, their aim was sporadic and way off its mark, only for their fire to be suddenly cut off as rounds tore both their suits and bodies underneath to shreds as they received fire from several different angles at once. Olavi saw one man try to reach for what must have been a detonation switch for the explosive devices wrapped around his torso, but he too was mowed down in a hail of bullets.

And then, almost as if on cue, time suddenly returned back to its normal pace as last hostile dropped to the ground. Olavi, now back to normal, noticed the feeling of sweat dripping down from his face as he advanced towards the center of the room. Along the way, he made sure to place a round in the chests of the fallen enemies to ensure the kills, although a small glance was all it would take to know that they had likely died before hitting the floor. After a survey of the room, he finally brought his weapon down and turned to the rest of Alpha.

“We’re clear.”

Olavi could visibly see the tension drop from the rest of his team as the signal was given. While as pleasant as it would have been to be able to end on that, a small beeping noise reminded them that there was still much more work to be done.

The source of this noise came from a rectangle box that was filled with four metal canisters no doubt filled with even more of the chemical agent and an immense amount of explosives. Wires ran up and around the device, leading to a small computer which showed a countdown device. Olavi’s eyes widened as he saw they had less than three minutes remaining until the device was set to blow. If it did, the chemical agent inside the canisters inside would no doubt spread to even more of the surrounding city, causing even more civilian casualties.

“Alpha Five, it’s set to blow! I need you on this right now!”

Olavi quickly got out of the way of his team’s bomb disposal technician. He bit the inside of his cheek as he tried to figure out what to do next. He could try and order his team outside, but if Galloway was interrupted by a counter-attack by the terrorists, even for a second, it would mean the bomb’s detonation. To add to that, he doubted that even if he sent the team out of the building that this would be any safer for them, as there would be no way for them to get clear enough of the explosion in time. With a sour taste in his mouth, he spoke up to the rest of Alpha.

“The rest of you, form a perimeter around this room. Whatever you do, do not under any circumstance let any of these bastards into here. Now move!”

A series of physical and verbal confirmations were made by rest of Alpha before everyone spread out across all the various entry points to the President’s room. Olavi stayed in the room with Galloway as the man furiously worked away at the bomb. The team leader watched the time tick away at what seemed to be at a sprinter’s pace only matched by the hands of the American.

With ten seconds remaining, Olavi began to curse himself for not sending the rest of Alpha away in the vague chance that they would’ve been able to make it out alive. He also cursed himself for not making it to the place faster that he did. So many other choices ran through his mind as he tried to figure out what he could have done better.

Five seconds.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

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One.

Olavi stared at the screen, confusion setting in as the countdown refused to lower. At first, the Erikoisjääkäri thought he had simply died and was stuck in some form of Purgatory, but this idea was dashed aside as the American next to him turned around the give a trembling thumbs up.

All of the air seemed to rush out of Olavi’s chest, and his legs suddenly became so weak that he was no longer able to hold himself up causing him to slide the wall behind him on his back. At first, he was unable to even move his mouth, let alone make any noise. However, a small chuckle escaped his lips, this chuckle eventually turning into laughter as the imaginary weight on his shoulders were finally lifted. After several seconds of this, he managed to compose himself enough to get on the radio.

“Alpha One Actual to all Alpha, bomb has been defused. I repeat, bomb has been defused. Out.”

While he couldn’t see the others, he guessed the same sense of relief was now filling them all too. They’d avoided death and no doubt saved countless lives. It was something definitely worth celebrating, but unfortunately it would have to wait.

Olavi was about to get on his radio, when all of a sudden a loud rumbling could be heard followed by an immense shaking. Startled, Olavi looked out of the window to the east, where he saw the chemical cloud suddenly being dispersed as a huge chunk of what looked to be the dormitories came crashing down to the ground. A cloud of debris filled their air, fixing in with the already returning chemical agent. Olavi quickly reached for his radio in order to get an idea of the situation.

“Alpha One Actual to Bravo One Actual, what in the hell just happened?!”

[Calindelo]

CMS Augustus Wilhelm / "Ghostrider" Bravo-1 Actual
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017 // 1050 Hours

Their pointman was now behind a fucking wall of fallen support beams and insulation. As the dust settled, a small gap was visible, revealing both sides of the impassable wall to one another.

"Fuck." a pause as he looked around. What seemed like load bearing walls were the only thing surrounding them. The building groaned in a stressful display as another explosion echoed. The sound of slowly buckling metal resounded through the building, and Ghostrider was made stunningly clear of what the fuck was happening.

"Bravo-1 Actual too all callsigns! Dormitory's collapsing, Get clear NOW!" he turned to Demonyo through the gap, "We can't get to you. Good luck getting out buddy." The sounds of a few dozen footfalls charging towards Demonyo could be heard, as well as the heavy raspy breathing and led light of a suicide bomber. "Aim for the head, find a window."

With that, the elderly operator and his rear guard beat feet, with no way of assisting the man.

Jesus Leonardo A. De Los Reyes
"Demonyo"
Bravo Team
Barlett University

"The old man's heartless, i like it." Ghostrider gave me a piece of advice, to find a window. Luckily, i reconed the ground floor just before we stacked up the stairwell, and if i'm not wrong, there should be a massive window on this hallway.

I alertly walked fast to said hallway, and on the entryway of the hallway, i heard voices, i haven't heard the voices once in my life, which means they couldn't be Rainbow. I peeked off the wall and i identified the voices as white masks. I need a plan, they're surely going to travel this direction, and the window is midway through the hallway, i need to make the first move... Then, my eyes light up.

I opened my radio and said, "Bravo team, this is Bravo - 10, stand clear of the building within 15 - 20 Seconds, it's going to get messy." I detached one of my Nail C4's from my vest and i threw it at the hallway, "Here goes nothing." I quickly ran at the hallway and i vaulted through the window, of course OPFOR noticed this and started firing, i quickly ran through the courtyard whilst being suppressed, and i quickly slid down for cover behind a tree, i grabbed my detonator and applied pressure on the button.

A small explosion occurred at the ground floor of the dormitory building, followed by a larger explosion. Wait, why are there 2 explosions? Maybe my bomb hit something explosive, like a hand grenade, no... that can't be it. It's larger than the C4 explosion...

After the debris and shrapnel stopped flying around, i stood up, still taking cover behind the tree, and looked at the damage, the building finally collapsed, and the building was in ruins, and as i looked at my exit point, it hit me, the second explosion looked familiar, it's like the suicide bombers back home, maybe there are more than one bombers, shit. That's a problem.

"I apologize from the inconvenience, anyone hurt?" i say into my radio, speaking of hurt, i realized that there's a sharp pain on my stomach, i looked down, and my NBC suit was torn, along with my inside shirt, leaving a minor wound on my stomach, which probably came from the window. I saw what the gas can do to exposed skin by looking at the deceased civilians on the building, i followed another sentence into the radio, "My suit is torn open, there's no way i'm going back in there."

[Arengin Union]

Yuri Markov / "Karno" Alpha Team
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017
1052 Hours

The breach had gone smoothly, his teammates had done a good job and Yuri felt he had proven himself to them. His smoking short shotgun on his hands as he overlooked the deceases bodies of those he had killed. One of them he had shot right on the arm, ripping it apart then followed by a shot right on the chest, another one direct hit center mass, and a few others lower torso or center mass as well.

And the bomb, the bomb had been disarmed right on edge by the American, Galloway, Yuri remembered. It had only a second left, and though Yuri didn't let himself look nervous, within his mask he let out a deep breath. He hadn't felt this much anxiety since Nord-Ost. Yuri rested his back on a wall behind him. Looking at the bomb's timer, a single red 1 gleaming right there. His ears felt deafen and his hands began to shake. He looked at one of the dead terrorists, he remembered back in 2002, the horrible scene of that theater, dead and blood everywhere. For a minute or so Yuri stood there silently.

“Alpha One Actual to all Alpha, bomb has been defused. I repeat, bomb has been defused. Out.” Olavi called out on the comms. Yuri kept quiet but gave a thumbs up towards him, signaling a certain level of amiability. He was ready to be done with this, he wanted to get as far away from this place as quickly as possible. Then an explosion, followed by rumbling on the ground, triggered Yuri back into action mode as he raised his shotgun and looked over the window next to him, he lowered it when he noticed what was happening. He saw the dormitory building falling apart followed by a dispersion of gas. Olavi was right there next to him watching.

“Alpha One Actual to Bravo One Actual, what in the hell just happened?!” Olavi called on his radio.

Yuri turned his head to Olavi. "Sir, perhaps there was another explosive..." Yuri said with ominous tone.

[Segral]

Alpha 8/Viper

Seth was giddy with excitement at that breach. The way he had dispelled those little shits with just a pull of the trigger, stopping their insane madness, their destruction. It's why he chose to be a soldier. His Colt was still smoking as he stared at the shivering "1" on the screen. He was gonna give Gunny his entire pack of tobacco once this was,as the guy looked like he needed a drink. A wave of anxiety and stress washed over him as he slumped over in a corner as the scene around him began to remind him of Iraq and the day he was shot. Then, a low rumble snapped him out of his flashback as he snapped around to see a massive explosion. Ukko and Karno were visibly upset. "Alpha One Actual to Bravo One Actual. What in the hell just happened?" Karno: "Sir, perhaps there was another explosive." Seth got up, boiling with a new rage. "No shit, Sherlock. I'm pretty fricking sure that that wasn't divine intervention, so I'm guessing it was a bomb." He turns to Ukko. "The question is, now what?"

[The Manticoran Empire]

Galloway looked around at the rest of the team. "Hey, haven't we got a fucking job to do?" he asked. He took a knee and began to take stock of his remaining ammunition. "What are you all waiting for? Take stock of ammunition, water, other consumables. There could still be hostiles out there and we can't kill them if we don't have any ammunition." He pulled out his empty magazines. Five. He'd expended half of his rifle ammunition. What about flashbangs? He only had three left. No smoke grenades. His pistol still had five magazines but they were only seven rounds each. 150 rounds of 5.56mm ammunition, three flashbangs, and 35 rounds of .45 ACP. "Anyone got spare flashbangs? I'm down to three."

On the other side of the campus, Hawkeye looked at Xbatay. "Any luck getting a hold of anyone?" Waiting on her answer, he took a knee and began to take stock of his supplies. The campus was likely still crawling with hostiles and it would be very difficult to differentiate between friendlies and hostiles without concrete information on where friendly personnel were. At the same time, though, he had to make sure he could engage hostiles and that couldn't be done if he was out of ammunition. He had started the raid with 12 30-round magazines. He had used four. Eight left. That meant he had 240 rounds of 7.62x35mm ammunition left. He checked his grenades next. He had brought along 15 flashbangs and six smoke grenades. He hadn't used the smoke grenades and had used six flashbangs, leaving him with six smoke grenades and nine flashbangs. He checked his PDW next. He had brought five 50 round magazines with him and hadn't yet used the P90 so he still had all 250 rounds for it. His Five-seveN had three magazines with 20 rounds each, leaving him with 60 rounds for it. This is good. Should be able to make this last.

[Anowa]

MSgt Waleska Kowalski / "Rusalka" Alpha 2
SSgt Kitwana Odhiambo / "Uhlanga" Alpha 3
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017 // 1052 Hours

"Are you sure about this?" came the East African man's apprehensive voice, a wooden wall was what he was bracing against, as Spoke was across from him, a roughly two meter gap between them. His question was directed at the only Pole on the task force, who herself was roughly 6 meters down the hall.

A rather regular looking round was being loaded into the long barreled 40mm gun of the GROM operator, though it was a tad bit longer than one would expect, and with an oddly shaped projectile. Her reply didn't help ease Uhlanga's anxiety. "Well, HESH warheads are self shaping charges. They rarely detonate outwards enough that you two would be at risk."

"Rarely?... How rare?"

"Eh... well for tank shells, one in a few thousand... for 40mm... one in four."

The African man's eyes widened, his protest was cut short by that of Olavi's declaration of the imminent breach. The African forced himself into the wall, weapon ready to be brought up. Within a moment, a blob of C4 had impacted the wall before detonating, creating a kill hole large enough for both members of this particular breaching team to fire from with some degree of cover.

Popping his weapon through he spotted a man fly through the air, shrapnel embedded into him. Ulhanga's sights switched to that of a surprised OPFOR, using a technique named after a neighboring nation, he fired two .308 rounds into the man's chest and one into his head. Resulting in three sprays of gore spiralling into the air. A man came charging with a knife, a switch to full auto and four rounds had reversed the man's momentum as well as his capacity for life. Within moments the event was over as he vaulted through the hole. He fired a round into the head of the man embedded with shrapnel, there would be no chance of survival with these bastards.

Rusalka quickly joined them as she two came through the hole. She paused looking at both himself and Spoke, "One in five."

Uhlanga simply stared at the mad woman, "We are never doing that again."

Their gazes were brought to the bomb, and as the man, Galloway, started defusing it, Uhlanga couldn't help but keep his eyes fixed on the timer, even as others started work on setting a perimeter, and he himself stacked back up on the hole he had crawled through with his Polish comrade. His heart growing in crescendo until the timer was stuck on one. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, before turning to Rusalka. Despite their lack of conversation and the slight level of anxiety the man had around the woman, he could trust her with his life. He knew that for sure.

As opinions were voiced among the room about the next course of action, as well as news breaking of the building over collapsing he had a few questions. Namely as to whether or not every western soldier was this unprofessional.

Though he refrained from starting any uneeded arguments, Rusalka was not so meek... or just didn't care about opinions of the others. Uhlanga didn't need much of a context clue to realize she was referring to Galloway "You walked onto the Blackhawk with ten full magazines, you now have five. Your gross miss allocation of ammunition is worrying. If you're using more than three rounds per OPFOR you're wasting ammo. Stop it."

Uhlanga's gaze switched between the woman's nearly bored eyes through her gas masks' visor, and the Marine's eyes. Waiting to intervene should things get uglier than they needed to, or if things got ugly at all.

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CMS Augustus Wilhelm / "Ghostrider" Bravo-1 Actual
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017 // 1053 Hours

With Shahin at his back, Ghostrider felt a bit more secure, though the nigh constant sound of buckling and rumbling in the structure did nothing but heighten his anxiety. He hadn't gone this long in the armed forces to be killed by a goddamn building. Before long the building started rumbling in earnest, and the sounds of twisting metal and rubble falling made their way to the senior's ears.

Finding the nearest window, he fired a few dozen rounds into the boarded up portal, before barreling into it, wood and fractured framing coming with him as he tumbled out, Shahin following soon after, getting up he started a light jog away from the structure as it finally went. He took a knee as dust and toxic mist rushed past him. ZVisibility promptly went down to a solid zero as what used to be a solid structure was reduced to a pile of rubble. Within were entombed so many bio-hazardous corpses that a clean up would be a tragedy in of itself.

Yatzil Alfasi / "Xbatay" Bravo-3
"Bravo-1 Actual, this is Bravo-3. We need a space to regroup. Over."

"Noted. East side courtyard, there's an archway into a larger part of the city, that's where we'll set up. Actual out." he paused, as the TF lead's voice broke through the comms.

Olavi Jokinen / "Ukko"
“Alpha One Actual to Bravo One Actual, what in the hell just happened?!”

"Bravo One Actual, liberal use of HE and incendiaries has resulted in building collapse. I'll be sure to reprimand those responsible after the Operation. We still likely have stragglers around the rubble. Bravo One Actual Out." He paused again and turned to Shahnin, about to ask her status before yet another voice broke through the comms. This time from Bravo-10.

Jesus Leonardo A. De Los Reyes
"My suit is torn open, there's no way i'm going back in there."

Even prior to the collapse of the building the Miasma had been all throughout the university's campus, even spreading so far as to a few buildings surrounding the academy. With the collapse of the building however the concentration was above that of normal. As Augustus stood to move, he stopped himself. As Jesus strangled out choked words gasping for help Augustus couldn't do much other than listen. With visibility as it was they wouldn't find him, and with his state he couldn't give a location. They wouldn't find him until the dust was settled, and by then he'd be very, very dead. Jesus was already dead, and as his choking ceased, Ghostrider snorted a heavy breath through his nose.

"Bravo One Actual to Alpha One Actual. We have another KIA, Bravo 10, Reyes. All Bravo callsigns, you are to fall back to the east side archway. Bravo One Actual Out."

He turned the Shahin, "Let's get moving."

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CWO Hannah MacDougall / "Arachne" Bravo-2 Actual
Bartlett University, Cambridge, Massachusetts
November 12, 2017 // 1053 Hours

The building was rumbling. Not a good thing with everything considered.

Popping out the cover she spotted 4 hostiles down, two left for her. The first round plowed itself into the man;s chest, resulting in a small boom as his chest was torn asunder and repainted a section of the room around him. The second round cycled into the chamber moments before the casing of the previous round hit the ground. The second exotic .303 round found it's pathway to the opposite wall obstructed by an OPFOR's cranium, not liking this turn of events, it detonated upon his nose. Reducing his head to a pulp of grey matter and bone.

As soon as the last hostile was down, Arachne started bounding towards the nearest opening. Coincidentally caused by her mondo sized breaching charge, as the trio of operators stepped out of the building, it started listing in their direction. Taking cues from common sense instead of Hollywood directing, Arachne changed her direction to a perpendicular angle. As she ran dust and debris obscured any wishes of seeing the sun for the next few minutes, as did her wishes of seeing her teammates. With the concrete dust obscuring any light, she had no hope if any decent IFF for the next few minutes. At least in the prior dust strewn landscape, the yellow particles reflected some light, instead of the soul crushing grey.

"Bravo-2 Actual to Bravo 8 and Bravo 7. Stay put, identifying friend from foe in this dust will make it hard to avoid Blue on Blue. Same goes to all Bravo callsigns, stay away from the south end of the building. Anything that moves is a green target, Over."

---

[The United Nations Of Europa]

Major Esla Sandberg/Callsign: Spöke
Alpha Team
Bartlett University, Massachusetts

"Are you sure about this?" the African man asked in a concerned tone. "I don't think this is protocol for special forces for a reason." Spoke said jokingly to Rusalka. The small group had been called up to breach a room with the rest of Alpha team. There were many ways that the group of three could breach in the room. They could've possibly broken down the door, blow a hole in the wall with a small charge, etc. But this plan the Polish woman had was the craziest idea Spoke ever heard of.

Spoke and Uhlanga were positioned by a wall with Rusalka down the hallway preparing to breach when the command was given. She decided that the team would breach the room by shooting an explosive at the wall. Sure it made sense but Spoke and the African man had no intention of wanting to be right by the blast of the projectile. This was the sort of stuff you'd see in movies and games but not they were going to be applied in a real situation. Just the thought of that scared the hell out of Spoke.

A sudden explosion tore a hole in the wall that Spoke was next to, allowing her and Uhlanga to enter the room. Quickly entering the room Spoke raised her weapon, ready to take out any hostile in her view. She caught a sudden movement in her right eye, causing her to swing her body and fire a round into a hostile that was on the ground trying to get back up. After the gunshots stopped Spoked looked around to see the carnage, bodies of the hostiles scattered everywhere. Amazingly the crazy plan the Polish woman made worked.

Rusalka went through the hole looking at the results of the breach, she paused before looking at Uhlanga and Spoke, "One in five."

Uhlanga replied to her,"We are never doing that again." Although the plan did work, Spoke wanted nothing to do with a plan like that ever again. Yet seeing how Ralaksa worked, it didn't seem like this was going to be the last of a plan like this one.

[Dernland]

Balor

“Three. Two. One. Activate!”

Balor flinched as he pressed the activation switch on his breaching charge, blasting open the northern office doors and sending debris flying hard enough to puncture one of the terrorist's suits who was unfortunate enough to be too close and too exposed to the blast. Balor couldn't help but inwardly grin at the irony of that situation, though only inwardly. He leaned around the corner firing two shots in quick succession at a man crouching behind a barrier facing the western breach point. He lined his sights up on another, but that hostile was downed by another operator. Within a few moments the firefight was over, but the next challenge quickly presented itself, they needed to defuse the bomb. The Irish Operator had no experience in bomb defusal, wasn't his job, but he knew what could happen if somebody messed up.

“The rest of you, form a perimeter around this room. Whatever you do, do not under any circumstance let any of these bastards into here. Now move!”

He wasted no time obeying the order and, setting his rifle into his slightly sore shoulder, moved to the edge of the still smoking doorway and crouched beside it, wating for any terrorists to investigate the area. Balor felt kind of bad, the president's fancy double doors were now nothing more than smoking splinters, must've cost a fortune. The sounds of Gunny's magical bomb defusal robot were the only thing that permeated the biohazard filled air, but Balor's increasing heartbeat began to pound in his ears as it dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. Sweat began to drip into his eyes as he nervously fidgeted with his rifle's safety, flicking it from semi to auto and back in rapid succession. The tension in the room seemed to suddenly deflate as he heard Alpha One let out a rather aggressive sigh followed by laughter.

“Alpha One Actual to all Alpha, bomb has been defused. I repeat, bomb has been defused. Out.” Came the team leader's voice over the radio.

Balor wanted to laugh, to cheer, to jump around and clap everyone on the shoulder, but instead he resigned himself to simply leaning back against the doorway and letting out a long breath of relief. It was over, but he couldn't help himself anymore, he began to chuckle quietly to himself. He both loved and hated his job, for most of the same reasons. That moment of respite was cut short by an explosion that rocked the building's foundation. A few books slid off of their shelves and clattered to the floor.

Mel blinked and stared down at a young child. He was no more than six or seven and was holding a small stuffed bear. The only sounds that filled the stone hallway were the footsteps of the other Garda members as they shuffled around the bomb, dismantling it and prepping evidence for investigation. Mel couldn't bear to look at the child any long and with great effort was able to tear his eyes from the poor boy, only for them to settle on another young woman. Everywhere he looked there were dead civilians. Always dead civilians, always more bombs, always more terrorists. They were always too late. They were never good enough.

Mel leaned against the blackened wall of the president's office, his silent laughter turned to silent weeping in a moment.

[Hothnia]

Oberstleutenant Elisa Messiner "Sparrow"
Bartlett University, Cambridge, MA, USA


As Arachne dispatched the two remaining hostiles, Elisa discarded her main weapon since it was disabled and quickly drew her pistol. Sparrow followed right behind Arachne as the operator stepped out of the building quickly and glanced nervously up towards the quickly tipping building. Elisa immediately turned left as soon as she stepped out, following Arachne. Unfortunately, because the female operator was faster than Sparrow and the thick gray dust particles that had now begun to cling to the ground in the collapse, Sparrow lost Arachne in the thick dust. Elisa quickly halted as Arachnes voice came over the commas. "Affirmative Bravo 2 actual. This is Bravo 8, holding position."