“Now, the adversary will be concentrated on the top floors where we can expect heavy resistance. However, done right, we can clear this entire building without them ever knowing what hit ’em. Tracking?”
“Yes, sir,” the teams responded in unison.
“No, sir,” one voice contradicted from the rear of the group. “What are the rules of engagement when inside?” the woman asked.
“Fair question. Now, I say force need only be applied when and if necessary. The higher-ups, however, have no idea what its actually like in the No-Cits, and have authorized use of the T-twelve-twenty-threes, under a suppression order specific to this mission.”
“So, is this a raid against the Wah’dis Syndicate?” the original inquisitor opined in reference to circulating rumors.
“No, this is a worst-case scenario with active class-three PWAs. You can be dead before you even hear the sound of the bullet that kills you. Focus on keeping your wits up and excites in check, or risk becoming another statistic, to justify that cumbersome equipment you guys have to wear.”
The Black Coats shuffled, in awe of the Ofilius Blight Agents’ discreet steel-weave clothing.
“Sir!” the voice responded.
“Now if there are no more questions, let’s get this show back on the road.”
There were no more questions.
The teams complied with the last order and huddled into the spare carriers that hastened them to the drop point.