Rockwell was stuck in traffic but finally arrived. He was diverted just 20 seconds before arriving at original destination. At new destination 3 Fireteams on standby.

It's a mess. Glass everywhere, few guys lying on the floor, nearly lifeless. There is still someone standing. Looks as if the chaos is spread from him.

"Fireteam Bravo and Charlie- You're with me!, Fireteam Alpha, you're on MediEvac! Use of Firearms to take down target is permitted! Out."

"Copy that, use of live rounds permitted. Out"


Rockwell readies his rifle. Hands out 4 M24 (7.62 NATO) Sniper Rifles to Fireteam Charlie. They're be providing sniper fire from above.

Fireteam Bravo- or better known as the SRT. They're the best of the Platoon, if not the best of the Battalion. Rockwell personally trained them, with a hit rate above 80%, they're the sharpshooters of the Squad.

"Stack Up, 2 men on each side, Flashbang first then we go in!"

As the team assembles to breach, Rockwell quickly glances at his fireteam and looks at their equipment.

4 Sig552, 2 2 M203 Under-slung Grenade launchers, 3 flashbangs, Two Frag Grenades and an two charges.

"Ready sir"- Bravo Two-one whispers
"Do it"- Rockwell replies

Bravo Two-one quickly opens the door, Bravo Two-Three throws a Flasbang into the room, Bravo Two-one closes the door, quick.

*Foom!*

Bravo Two-one enters, then Two-Three, followed by Two-Four while Rockwell covers the back.

"Clear Left"
"Clear Right"
"Center Clear!"
"Move up!"

Rockwell's team slowly makes their way through the large building.