Raymond (Ferret) looked down at the specially-made angled mirror he held in one hand and slightly around the corner. Achmend (Ghost) looked down at his as well, and then glanced at his superior with his always-neutral Mid-Eastern face. Ferret noticed him, and met his gaze. "Should we take them now?" Ghost whispered.
Ray looked at his mirror again. The small door that led onto the stage provided the two their cover. Ray was standing on the left side, and using his left hand to hold the mirror. He used his right hand to pull out his modified .45cal silenced pistol. Before the mission was started, Ferret pointed out that the observation team, if they were compromised by an random stagehand, might prefer to knock them out instead of killing them. Rogue stalled on that until Chameleon and Shiva agreed. His pistol still held 12 rounds, but, unless they hit at very exact locations, would only knock out their target. The bullets were really mini syringes, and they were technically a "caseless" type of ammunition. Occasionally the bullet would fire, but will not put out enough force to fully work the action and occasionally would require the user to work the slide to chamber a new round. 'Let's hope I don't need to see if I get lucky tonight,' Ferret thought, putting on his game face.

He turned and looked at Ghost. "Let's just use the Fly for now."
Ghost reached in his pocket to pull out the Fly, a small audio transmissing device that easily fit into the pocket of his jacket. He just grabbed the Fly when suddenly there was a whizz-whizz-whizz sound that streaked across his and Ferret's heads. Ferret dived to the other side of the hall, and hid behind a box there, and Ghost dived in behind him. Ferret peeked above the waist-high box and saw three figures approaching in full body armor. "They don't have masks, so maybe....' Without further thought, Ferret stood and stroked the trigger twice on his pistol. The darts flew straight in at the first target and nailed him straight in the forehead. Target dropped immediately. Ferret dove forward into the small corridor leading to the stage, and pushed the button on his lapel. This told his cell phone to dial Chameleon's pager with a special code while Ghost took his cue and fired two more shots at the intruders.

The sudden beeping of the pager piqued Rogue's instincts as the lights dimmed in preparation for the curtains to be raised. Sam, as she sometimes was called, looked at the pager, and went pale. "Compromised," is all she said, but it was enough to get the group into action. Rogue was the first one out of his seat as he dashed for the "backstage" door with pistol in hand, as his comrades struggling to catch up.

Ferret looked down the stage. He noticed that his three subjects had noticed him. Two were running, and the third was reaching into his suit jacket. 'Not today, junkie,' he thought as he stroked the trigger twice. the first shot went above the subject's head, but the second one hit right between the man's eyes, and he fell to the ground. Then he heard a metallic click, and he noticed that his slide had locked. He strarted to get up, when he saw that the curtain had been raised, and about a fourth of the audience was watching him. He heard a few screams as he got up, and was reaching to work the slide when he heard Ghost call "GRENADE!" Ferret turned, and hearing that the object thrown sounded lighter than a regular High Explosive grenade would, he dived right back onto the stage face down, and shut his eyes as he dropped his pistol in front of him and covered his ears.

He was not disappointed. The Flashbang grenade exploded and filled the entire auditorium with a blinding light and a thundering bang. Ferret, with his eyes shut and ears covered, managed to remain conscious, albeit a little dizzy, but as he picked himself and his weapon up, he saw that some people were clearly concussed and too far out of it to wipe the fresh drool from their faces. Remembering what was going on, he turned to face the corridor he jumped from. He worked the slide completely this time and ran back there. He saw blood, but as he got down the three steps, he saw that the blood was not from Ghost, but from the third gunman. He looked to his left, down the approaching halfway, and saw Rogue and the rest of the team running towards him, guns in hand and raised. Ferret helped Ghost to his feet as Rogue arrived.

"Report," Rogue demanded as he reloaded his gun.
"We were about to release the fly when these guys showed up," replied Ferret.
"You okay?"
"I'll be okay, but I wonder about Ghost here. He looks like the grenade went off at his feet."
Ghost started to speak, but all he could do was mumble before he slumped over and started sagging. Ferret looped one of Ghost's arms around his shoulder, and held him up. Chameleon looked across the stage, and screamed "Trouble!"
Rogue saw six more armored figures approaching with what looked like AK's in their hands. Looking at his feet, he saw that their comrades were armed with AK-47s, and assumed their friends were similarly armed.
"Shiva, Chameleon, cover us!" Rogue screamed, but they clearly were too good to wait for orders. Already the women had made the men dive for cover with combined fire from their lethal .45cal weapons. As Ferret and Rogue picked up their confiscated AKs, they saw that the women had taken two of them down with knee shots and the rest were hiding behind cover. Rogue looked to his left side and saw a sign that said "Fire Exit" at the end of the hall.

"You still have a flashbang Shiva?" he asked.
"Yeah. Why?' She responded as she fired two more shots at a gunman who got too curious by sticking his head out. The guy's head exploded in a puff of red and pink mess.
"We're getting out of here. Fall back." he responded.
"I can see why you're the head of this outfit." Chameleon quipped.
Rogue nodded to Ferret, who brought had found a few extra AK magazines on the bodies. After handing Rogue two, he raised his weapon with one hand and started to move towards the door, letting Rogue take the lead. The women laid down one last stream of bullets, and fell back themselves. The ran after their comrades, slapping in fresh magazines into their pistols as they ran backwards. They stopped at the door, and Shiva handed Rogue the grenade, who swiftly palmed the weapon, pulled the pin, opened the door slightly, and threw the wepaon out. The bang was lound enough to be heard through the door, and Rogue burst out the door soon after. Sure enough, there were four guards by the door, but none of them were active threats anymore. Two seemed to be knocked out, and the other two were clearly borderline unconscious. The exit led them into a back alley that was dark and very narrow.
'A firefight here would be very dealy. For all of us,' Rogue's training told him. Looking behind him, he saw the parking lot about 50 yards away.

"Which way, chief?" asked Shiva.
"This way," he responded heading down the alley.
As they were about half way there, he saw two figures running all-out around the corner in front of them. Their weapons were in front of them, but not raised. He could also see the shock on their faces as they realized that their quarry was escaping. But that was the last thing they would realize as Rogue cut them both down with controlled bursts from his AK. One of them dropped to the ground, and his weapon started firing off rounds as his body muscles jerked the trigger on the gun. The other just went flying back a few feet and his body slammed into a brick wall, and slumped down to the ground.