OOC:

This was originally going to be a single, huge post, but I deided to write it up piece by piece and post it over time. Enjoy.

LELTRAN, PLAENOR, PLAENOR SYSTEM
16:00 HOURS, LOCAL TIME
OPERATION: WARDING

Jasus Morr took a moment to adjust his pack, before continuing to scale the ladder. Looking at his heads up display he saw that he only had minutes before the assembly commenced, and the ten minute window of opportunity for his mission objective would be open. He pushed himself, increasing his speed until he reached the hatch to the 10th floor ventilation system.

Just as intelligence had shown, it was electronically locked. He took one hand of the ladder, taking a moment to make sure his grip was steady, before pulling out a small device from his belt. He placed the lockbreaker onto the hatch, holding it in place as it brute-forced the permutations. A few seconds later a thumping sound echoed through the access way. Morr replaced the lockbreaker at his belt and pulled the now unlocked hatch open, throwing the pack inside before climbing in himself.

He slung the pack back over his shoulder and began to crawl through the vents. A putrid smell hung in the air, most likely a byproduct of the severe damage he had done to the building’s septic system in order to provide distraction to the soldiers on the lower floors. He counted the gratings on the floor until he reached the third. Carefully he drew his knife and began to work at the grate, until it popped open. He slid the knife back into its sheaf and climbed out into the tenth floor. The room was filled with computers and papers, but devoid of people – the building had been cleared out as a security precaution for the president’s visit to the nearby factory, were a thousand new jobs had just been created. This made Jasus’ job much easier.

He checked his timer again – one minute, forty two seconds until mission objective. His comm. suddenly cackled to life, a voice reaching him over the feedback. “Alright, you’re just about there. Take the door on the left and proceed down the hallway until you reach the door labeled “Executive meeting room 2.” There will be two guards outside, three inside. You may use lethal force if necessary.”

“Understood, I’m heading there now.” Jasus replied, proceeding towards the doorway. He crept it open a touch, looking out into the hall. Just as his operator had said, there were two guards. Both were armored lightly and carrying blaster rifles.

He reached into his belt and pulled out a spherical-shaped object. Pulling the pin, he tossed it rolling towards them. One of the guards spotted it and opened his mouth to say something before being cut off by a flash. They were on the ground a moment later, seizing.

He proceeded down the hallway, pistol raised. Nobody came through the meeting room door – It was soundproofed. Still, he moved forward as quietly as he could, ready to fire at any moment. He reached the door without incident, and turned the handle, looking in.

Again the intelligence proved correct. One guard sat at a portable computer, monitoring camera feeds, while the other two stared out the window, drinking and talking between themselves. He didn’t have another sensory grenade, so he brought his pistol to bear on the guard sitting at the computer and fired. The subsonic round went off silently, the small needle easily working its way through the man’s armor and into his skin, subjecting him to a potent sedative.

Jasus didn’t even wait to see if the guard had fallen – he swung his pistol around, firing at the next guard. This caught the attention of his friend, who fumbled for his blaster and began to turn around. Jasus fired a final shot, and the last fell, bouncing his head off the window behind him as he did.

He moved inside the room and closed the door behind him, un-slinging his pack. Unzipping it, he pulled out a long, black case. He placed it on the table nearby, popping the hinges up before swinging it open.

Carefully, he withdrew the sniper rifle. It wasn’t fully assembled – he had to attach the barrel and scope. He did this swiftly, as had been rehearsed countless times in training. When he was done he attached the magazine, pulling back the action and feeding the rifle a round.

He checked his timer again – thirteen seconds left. He propped the rifle up against the window ledge and looked through the scope.

His target was just entering the designated area, surrounded by various other, less important people. One of them was VEI – He didn’t know which, his clearance wasn’t high enough, and would help sew the seeds of fear in the right people after this was done. The whole plan was ambitious in execution, yet utterly simple in design.

He lined up the shot and squeezed the trigger…