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Giggling Desire
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The men defending your formation's flanks signal that they've sighted enemies multiple times, but you all manage to avoid detection. You succeed in getting into the city proper without further conflict. Each squad splits into 'packs' once again, hiding in any and every alley, bush and pile of rubble within a block or two of the police department. Your pack is the first to have eyes on the target. A glance at your watch says that you have just over 20 minutes to take this building.
Your heart feels like it's about to explode. You're all completely surrounded, now--once you set it off, it's not going to stop until they're all dead, or you are. Your vision's so sharp, it's making your head hurt. Christ, this feels better than any drug...
>"This is batshit," Dane murmurs. He pulls his binoculars out and scans the scene. "There's movement in the windows. Fuck, there has to be a platoon in there, right? They wouldn't put less in an asset like that. Those guys on the outside near the door have cop uniforms on, too. The whole department could be in there. And you know they've got to have it all rigged, by now."
>"Don't jinx it, meatsack," MUDA whispers back. "You're paranoid. I see five fucking guys out front, and a few guys walking around in there. We could rush it, easy."
>"Don't 'meatsack' me, cyclops. That's the problem with you dickheads, all that extra bloodlust fucks with your common sense." The sergeant nudges you and frowns. "I really don't like the looks of this, LT. Doesn't feel right..."
You take Dane's binoculars and scan the scene yourself, for a moment. There are five men in front of the building, maintaining what looks like a little checkpoint on the street. Most of them are suited up in full police SWAT kit, but the one closest to the door is wearing regular Canardi army gear. You can see some movement in the windows, but you can't make out how many men might be in there. The entire building is just one floor--you want to confidently say that there's no way that it could fit a platoon of soldiers and a police department, but you'd really hate to be proven wrong...
>Dane's still grumbling, mostly to himself. "Shit, we should've just been MPs. Fuck being a motherfucker, that's a real gig. Just stand around, fight some drunk assholes, never get shot at... When's the last time you heard about an MP getting blown up by a pyre? Never, 'cause the MP brigade's never even stepped foot on this side of the border. Shit, even my sister--"
>"She wants to be an MP, and you're gonna let her fucking skip out on college to do it because that's how fucking safe it is. Fuck, man!" MUDA lowers his voice again and looks around cautiously. "Jesus, you bitch so much that I've got your whole fucking spiel memorized. If you weren't such a heavy motherfucker, I'd kill you."
>"Love you too, buddy--"
"Can it, already," you hiss. You can barely hear yourself think. You try to quickly devise a plan of attack using everything at your disposal. You don't have much in terms of heavy weapons, but you're pretty sure that Sergeant THOMPSON's heavy machine gun is working again. Everyone still has one or two grenades apiece, and ORI should also still have air support on the line, if you require something heavier fast. Even without the extra firepower, though, there isn't much that 20 demons and a motherfucker can't accomplish if the strategy's right...
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