Long Night - Part Two

[x31stOverlord]

As the group progressed up the hill, the thick canopy of the jungle receded enough to allow more moonlight to bathe the jungle in a silvered hue. It seemed almost too tranquil, whilst the humid air and tepid temperature made the air sticky and unpleasant as the group crested the hill. Roscoe raised a closed fist and the group came to a halt, gathering silently as they scanned the valley below, the floodlights of a small compound greeted them a mere hundred metres away.

Giving brief gestures, the group split into three pairs, Roscoe and his partner moved along the ridge line of the hill to the east away from the other two pairs who moved west. The lack of the groups presence weighed on his nerves slightly, though they had heard nothing since they had moved through the last stretch of jungle he could not shake the unknown creature who had almost seemingly been following the group in the late evening. His thoughts almost betrayed him as his partner swiftly grabbed his pack and pulled him backwards, muffling his own exclamation of suprise by shoving a fist in his mouth he looked around and then down to see the subtle red lights emitted from the bush to his right, a Claymore that he almost stepped in front of, turning he nods his thanks to his sharp eyed partner before picking his way around the bush, taking care to keep his mind on the operation. They continued onwards before reaching a position where they had a clear line of sight to the compound before settling into the prone position, pulling his binoculars from their pouch and looking through them down at the compound.

The compound was well lit by the flood lights, clearly the occupants thought they were secluded and hidden in the middle of this jungle. He noted seven static guard positions around the compound with a further group of three patrolling the perimeter, the expressions on their faces betrayed creases of exhaustion and boredom. The weapon crates he noted in the central tent bore the emblem of Welyland Yutani and the USCM insignia underneath, though the guards armour betrayed them as members of the terrorist group, the CLF. Reaching up to his ear he flicked the transponder switch and quietly muttered into it: "Target reached, shipment located, ten tangos spotted, seven static, three patrolling. Ready. Over." They waited in silence, monitoring the compound and observing the patrol route the hostiles were taking, it only took a minute for the response to come through. "Fireteams two and three are in position, proceed with caution, eliminate targets and secure package for extraction. Over." Roscoe glances at his partner and exchange him a nod, they push themselves up into a crouched posture and begin to travel towards the compound, the speed of their approach hampered by caution as they scan their route for more concealed traps.

In the canopy above them, cloaked in shadows, a clicking noise is heard.

[x31stOverlord]

Took longer than I thought, was busy, but here is part two. Part three will be written up later today, probably.

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[Weaselburg]

Predator, murder time!(Badadada, do do doop)

[Avalanchee]

Bwoop Bwoop, time to ring some ears.