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They quickly moved inside in a criss-cross formation with the quickness and a preciseness to it that gave testament to their expertise. Inside the building was a single, barren room. In the middle of the wall on the back was a well-dressed, but roughed-up looking man. There was another man standing next to him, dressed in forest camouflage fatigues, and a green beret. The man turned to look at what interrupted his 'talk' with the American, but was instantly amazed at the four heavily armed and armored figures. Out of reflex, he went for the pistol at his side. Unfortunately, his well-honed reflexes weren't good enough for him to dodge the twelve bullets that came zooming at him. They caught him in the chest, and he went down with a thud. Ghost was on the move, pointing at two of his comrades, and then at the door. He motioned for Hack to follow up with him as he made his approach to the bewildered diplomat.

"Listen to me. We're here to help. Stay quiet, do not make a sound, and we'll get you out of here," whispered Ghost as Hack fished a set of keys off the dead interrogator's body and started to unlock him.

"But who..." the man, still shaken, said a little too loudly for Ghost's taste. He didn't get to finish before the ambassador found his mouth covered.

"Not. A. Sound." he replied, this time a little more forceful as he thumbed the talk button of his throat-mounted radio. "One-Five to One-One."

Chameleon heard the call on e the radio. She felt that she had one of the easiest positions in this mission, but yet it was important. She was to make sure that no one snuck up on the extraction team, and she was the one most likely to see anyone so foolish, as he view of the front of the shack was unobstructed. This put her a little off-guard, but not so much that she didn't see the movement from the nearest tent to the structure. She lazily moved the center of her crosshairs to the doorflaps, and was instantly alarmed to see an AK-47 slowly emerge, the gunman, though half-dressed, was fully alert. The cloud of fatigue that she didn't realize was there instantly evaporated as her combat instincts took over. She barely heard Rogue respond to the call as she centered her rifle on the target. She risked spoiling her aim to use the radio. "One-Three to One-One and -Five. Subject approaching the door, alert."

Ghost instantly whirled around to face the door as the diplomat massaged his wrists. He barely noticed that his teammates also turned to face the door, everyone with guns high and ready to rock. "One-One to One-Three, can you take him?"

Chameleon smiled to herself as her aim started to move from his chest to his head. "Easy. ready to fire."

"Take him."

Gerardo heard what sounded like footsteps behind him. His sudden paranoia caused him to quickly pivot on one foot to look behind him, but it was more than enough to spoil his would-be shooters aim. Chameleon squeezed the trigger just as he started his motion. The rifle fired, and the bullet, instead of landing square on his heart, hit him in the left arm. Gerardo felt the pressure as the bullet, which was really a modified mini-syringe, impacted his arm, and the sleeping-juices filled his arm from the needle that shot out from the slug. Instead of pivoting, and while fighting at the suddenly-heavy fatigue, he turned in the general direction his sniper. Feeling the darkness starting to cloud his vision, and as the pain suddenly started to numb his arm, he fired indiscriminately at the treeline. As darkness claimed him, he knew that at least his friends would know that he was dead.

The gunfire was impossibly loud, and Hack knew that things had just gotten a lot worse. The doubt he had at the beginning of this mission suddenly turned into pure terror, but he didn't let it consume him. Instinctively, he dropped into a one-knee crouch, and was surprised to see that all of his comrades were doing the same. The ambassador, for his part, went prone to the ground, his hands over his head. Marine, who was lying on the ground with Ferret, both of them peering through the scopes of their carbines, saw the man fire. Both instinctively ducked, although the shots went well above them. Rogue quickly recovered and peered through his scope again. He saw a few guerillas stumble out of their tents, some armed. The command structures to the right were pouring out well-armed soldiers, obviously expecting such a situation to occur. Marine swore, but he knew that unless decisive action was taken, the mission would fail and he'd lose good men for nothing. "Rogue to all squads. Mission Order One is rescinded, hose them! Clear a path for exfiltration of our squad!" 

Shiva, manning the M240 nearest to her leader, wasted no time opening fire with her gun. Her gun fires at a rate of 750 rounds per minute of nothing but pure lethal lead. With one 200-round belt loaded, and another two for spare, she and two others had a lot of killing power at their fingers, and it was time for her to be true to her namesake. Centering on the group of armed first-responders front he command section, she squeezed and held the trigger. Her gun rained ammo on them, and she walked the fire with as the group of eight was mowed down to two before they could reach the cover of the command structures.

Marine fired on targets of opportunity, dropping three with precision fire before he realized that they needed to seriously clear out an unobstructed area so that their friends could escape. He got up on one knee from his prone position, and slid the breech open on the M203 grenade launcher that mounted on the underside of his rifle. He loaded a 40mm High Explosive round, and slid the breech closed. He sighted himself in on the tents, and squeezed the trigger. The gun kicked, but the round flew true. Many of the tents, and surrounding troops, were obliterated in the blast, with parts flying everywhere across the impromptu battlefield. Marine quickly reloaded his launcher, and got back on the ground, thumbing is radio. "Rogue to Ghost," he said, abandoning, for the meanwhile, the formality of callsigns, "Report situation."

"We're pinned down in this shelter. That explosion just now damn nearly sent stuff through the walls. No one's hurt, but it's only a matter of time before someone blows this place to pieces. Can you guys get us out?"

"Absolutely. We're working on it now. We're trying to clear a path back the way you came. I just blew away most of the tents, we're going to try to keep their heads down somehow."

"We'll wait your signal."

"Copy. Out."

"One-One- to God Two."

Owl slammed the bolt forward on his rifle. He just got done loading in a magazine of war shots when he heard the call. "God Two."

"What's it look like at the barracks?"

Owl peered through his scope. "Pretty well wasted. I don't see anyone standing, and there's a few fires out there."

"Understood. Our team is coming out your way. Make sure no one touches them."

"Acknowledged."

"Golf-Two."

Cypher ceased his fire and answered back, "Yessir."

"Hold your fire during extraction."

"Yessir."

Marine mentally crossed his fingers as he prepared to execute his final order.