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Ingenious. Separate the cargo, so even if someone gets through one base, they only have half Silence and his team had found only a part of their intended cargo, which was located in an apparently recent city called York. It was impossibly big for a recent build, but Silence had seen stranger things. One of the operatives caught wind of a possible location the rest of the cargo may be, but it was guarded by a air strike force meant to make sure no one left with it. This time, these guards weren't battle virgins, but almost veterans. They had to deal with this sort of thing on other missions, so Silence and company couldn't rely on surprise and hope to knock the team off balance. This one should be difficult.
One of the team members already had almost finished a plan. The only problem was the strike force. It was of course helicopters, and it just 'happened' to be the few times rocket launchers, grenades, and other heavy-duty weapons were all being used by other operatives. The team was on its own. Again. Did I just get stuck on the most unlucky idiots ever, or does 'The Boss' still not like me after that little 'encouragement' I gave him
"Listen, Silence, we need you to do that ninja-warrior-on-steroids thing again on those coptors. Think you can handle it? If you can't, you aren't that much use of us." said a grunt.
Silence didn't answer. He simply walked away towards a crowded market behind the targeted building. "That's helpful." Muttered the grunt.
The team walked in, at slightly different times to avoid suspicion. As soon as everyone was inside and poisitioned right, a grunt pulled up a gun and fired. Several people scattered, only to be pushed into a heap by the rest of the team members.
"Now, we want the stuff you don't want people to know you have. You give it to us, we let you go, no scene, no problems. Simple, right?" shouted a grunt.
A man from the heap slowly walked towards a door. He opened it up, then let the team members in. He pressed a panic button behind the door when no one was looking. In case they might get caught, the grunts moved the cargo as fast as possible They were out the door when a shout from above froze them in place.
"Hold it right there! Don't move, or we will shoot!" the voice came from a cop in a helicopter, along with several others above the only escapes using the streets. There were 9 of them, three on each side, all closed together due to the buildings. A grunt went for the door. It was locked. In seconds, the man had been shot dead 5 times over. The team was trapped.