The next day, the men got up and exercised, every moment thinking ahead to that night, running the plan through their heads again and again. Around lunch, they went out for food and one of them went to a local liquor shop, and returned carrying two bottles of Delfian vodka. All they had to do now was to get the specs of their target. Upon returning, one of the agents hacked the target site, and obtained a basic floorplan. The men studied it heavily and planned their attack. It would be a long night.
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That night, a few hours after sunset, the jeep crawled slowly and parked across the street from their target. The men were in the full uniform of Delfian soldiers, now carrying the precious suitcases again. Armed with Delfian XA-03s and XA-01Cs, they went across the street and, using wire cutters, cut through the fence and walked onto the property of the Hol Sen District Water Treatment Plant. They approached the first door...
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Jean Lefaite was an average man. He worked long shifts as a security guard at the local treatment plant, and had been for about ten years now. He didn't like it, but it brought in money. This war had screwed his life over. He hated everything to do with the foreigners here, because due to them, his job paid him, and everyone else less. Jean had tried to do something, like support the Aemilian Free State, but after they started dying down, his support waned. It seemed like no one would help his people gain the freedom they were accustomed to. (OOC: Ssh, Delfos, etc. They don't see your help as helpful)
Now Jean had had his fair share of trespassers, some of them armed, but mostly just runaways from the law. But never in his time at the plant had he ever seen anything like this. He heard the alarm go off and his eyes scanned the screens until he spotted them. Picking up his radio, he said, "Everyone, we have three armed men in the East hallway, three men in the East hallway. Use caution, they look to be heavily armed." Replacing his radio down at his side, he switched it out for his pistol.
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OOC: We'll just call our agents A, B, and C. A is typical leader, B is heavy gunsman, and C is typically sniper/marksman. Just because this next part involves lots of individual work.
The men sped down the corridors, checking every side hallway to ensure they weren't shot down. They heard yelling up ahead. No doubt with the screaming alarm blaring overhead that the building's security had been alerted and was likely coming down on them. Agent C spoke up, "It sounds like it's coming from around this corner." A and B nodded and B peeked around the corner.
"Drop your weapons! Get down on the ground!" came from behind a makeshift barricade that bristled with 5 to 7 guards armed with pistols.
That was all B needed to see and hear. He reached down to his belt and pulled out a frag grenade. "No mercy..." he said as he pulled the pin and threw it it the room. As the sound of the detonation and the following screams reached the soldiers ears, they went in and killed every man in sight, and continued towards their goal. Obviously, that barricade was only one of the only organized defenses between them and their objective. They only saw one more guard and he only shot once before running. He was shot in both the right leg and arm by C before A nudged him to let him go.
Finally they reached it, the treatment room. A looked around to the southeast corner of the room. "There it is!" He rushed over and started to set up his supplies whilst B and C set up a defensive perimeter. C immediately shot every camera in sight. A opened the suitcases, and stared in awe at it's contents. Four large vials of hydrocyanic acid between the two suitcases and two vials of Trimethylsilyl cyanide (OOC: Yes, I did some research) crystals. After a brief moment he returned to his work and opened the vat of cleaned water about to be pumped fresh to the city. With no hesitation, A quickly opened each of the four acid bottles and poured them in, one by one. After that he dumped the Trimethylsilyl CN crystals into the vat to ensure there would be hydrogen cyanide in the water for a while. After shutting the suitcases, he motioned to B and C that they were ready to move out. "Oh, yeah... just one more stop, boys," A said. In the control room, a kicked the switch to the pump in the "ON" position and broke it there. B then pulled something from his knapsack, one of the vodka bottles. "I think we deserved this, guys.." Each man took a swig, but before too long, they heard footsteps in the hallway. Throwing the bottle away, they headed in the opposite direction to the fire escape.
