06-03-2014, 07:39 AM
Drayson watched the breach from the cameras the tactical team wore built into their featureless visors, hiding their faces behind a bullet proof mask. Things seemed to go well at first; the team approached and scoped the scene. They chose their points of entry well, and formed stacks ready to surge through the doors. Speed and aggression was what would win the day without any casualties on either side; the faster they could breach and close with those within, the less time the criminals would have to ready weapons, to formulate violent responses.
Gas canisters went through the windows, then doors were taken off their hinges by thermic cutting charges. Bright flashes of intense red heat that turned the doors to charred pieces falling to the floor, away from melted hinges.
A gust of wind, tear gas from the colour of it. The source seemed evident as the gas canisters, still spewing their noxious irritants, came surging out of the building as the doors came down, as if roiling ahead of a strong wind. Flashbangs flew in and detonated, and then the officers were through.
The first team in, four men with SMGs, were just starting to bark commands when they were thrown into the walls hard enough that Drayson could hear teeth crack against teeth and wood splinter against their armoured backs.
In the middle of the room stood two men; one was their primary target. Vladimir, with a hand outstretched and seemingly at the epicenter of the commotion.
A second team, four more tactical officers stormed into the room next, flashing dazzlers mounted to their weapons. Painfully bright lasers were aimed at Vladimir and Yuri, the flashes meant to blind and confuse their targets, all the while barking for the two men to get on the ground.
Gas canisters went through the windows, then doors were taken off their hinges by thermic cutting charges. Bright flashes of intense red heat that turned the doors to charred pieces falling to the floor, away from melted hinges.
A gust of wind, tear gas from the colour of it. The source seemed evident as the gas canisters, still spewing their noxious irritants, came surging out of the building as the doors came down, as if roiling ahead of a strong wind. Flashbangs flew in and detonated, and then the officers were through.
The first team in, four men with SMGs, were just starting to bark commands when they were thrown into the walls hard enough that Drayson could hear teeth crack against teeth and wood splinter against their armoured backs.
In the middle of the room stood two men; one was their primary target. Vladimir, with a hand outstretched and seemingly at the epicenter of the commotion.
A second team, four more tactical officers stormed into the room next, flashing dazzlers mounted to their weapons. Painfully bright lasers were aimed at Vladimir and Yuri, the flashes meant to blind and confuse their targets, all the while barking for the two men to get on the ground.