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A lone soldier, tall and muscular stands in the balcony of a war-torn hotel as the modified MK19 grenade launcher reaps havoc on the hundreds of Chinese infantry cowering in cover in the streets.
[[[[CASEFILE: DANTE – T-CLASS HEAVY]]]]
Dante loves the game. War is nothing more than a sport to him, and in his eyes, hes
always number one on the scoreboard. Dante's always able to turn a tough situation into comedic gold. A handful of pissed off bad guys isn't going to ruin his day. As far as Dante is concerned, things just got more interesting
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A shadow appears behind him and the soldier winces as the tip of a knife touches his throat.
\\Camera pan, sniper scope across street. Rooftop. Elevation 20 meters\\
A sigh is let out as blood splatters the wall behind Dante and a thumbs up hand signal is given, the enemies body slumps lifelessly to the ground.
[[[[CASEFILE: SHANE – T-CLASS SNIPER]]]]
Shane is quiet, humble and calm. He is not outcast from the group, but rather tends to
keep to himself and focus on the task at hand. When everything goes to hell and all of
a sudden the head of the guy about to kill you explodes, you know hes got your back.
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The door to the rooftop busts open and eight chinese spec-ops surround him. Shane turns slowly, laying his sniper rifle on the ground with a sly grin on his face.
\\Camera pan, rooftop across alley, elevation 25 meters\\
a lean soldier, strong and fast nonetheless drops onto the roof with Shane, tossing an axe pulled from the belt on his waist, as it splits the skull of one spec-op unit and buries itself in the neck of the soldier behind him. Stepping behind one, he snaps ones neck and tosses the dead soldier into three of his teammates, dispatching them each with a quick blow to the head. He retrieves his second axe and stands face to face with the remaining two. With a quick flick of the wrist, the axes twirl in his hand and find home in the chest of the last two enemies.
[[[[CASEFILE: RYAN – T-CLASS SPECIALIST]]]]
Ryan is Curious in nature. Constantly messing with something just to figure out how it
works, he truly just enjoys knowledge. He is constantly working on some kind of experiment
and testing all of his gear, but nothing gets in the way of his job. He is the fastest and possibly the most tactically experienced of the group.
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Ryan and Shane high-five quickly before they hear the whir of the barrel of a bushmaster mounted Chain-gun as it starts to tear through the building beneath them, struggling as cumbersome as it is to find its target. They drop to the deck and cover their helmeted head with their hands before hearing a series of muffled explosions from the same direction. They peek over the remains of the cover they were using with just enough time to see a shadow entering the door across the street, leaving an entirely imploded heap of drywall and scrap metal without any collateral damage in place of the compound where the bushmaster once stood. Ryan and Shane look at each other, then across the street at Dante, who is leaning against the wall laughing without remorse. They both mouth “Kyle” and a grin spreads across their vizor-covered faces.
[[[[CASEFILE: KYLE – T-CLASS DEMOLITIONS]]]]
Kyle loves perfection. his interest in making everything go 100% to plan is borderline OCD, but
whenever your trying to mold 10kgs of c4 without killing yourself, maybe he has an excuse.
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\\Camera Pan, across street, ground level.\\
Kyle straightens himself against the wall before turning into the doorway to the next room with his pistol leveled, sweat dripping lightly over his dust-plastered face. “shit” he thinks as he gets a quick grasp on his surroundings. It was a Chinese intelligence control room. “weird place for a CnC (command and control center), this wasn't in the job description” he mutters under his breath. The Chinese officers level their rifles and kyle backs up against the wall, his pistol still firmly leveled, a nervous determination in his eyes.
\\Camera Pan, opposite side of the room\\
The door is kicked in, crashing against the wall and incapacitates two officers. a solid looking man steps into the dusty light and levels his shotgun, fires one round blowing the chest out another officer as the others turn around. He steps forward. Spinning his shotgun and caving in the temple of the commander, slinging the gun over his left shoulder and grabbing the .50 caliber pistol strapped to his ribcage, pointing to the right, pulling the trigger killing one of the last two Chinese before walking up to the last one, who has gotten onto their knees and put his hands up in surrender. His pistol levels the guys forehead before the soldier looks down and reads the surrendering soldiers intelligence operative badge, then swiftly flips his pistol and drives the handle against the side of his skull. “He'll be more use to us back at the HQ” he says. “Fancy seeing your ass in here Aaron. Still, you saved mine” kyle says as they fist-bump.
[[[[CASEFILE: AARON – T-CLASS CQC]]]
Aaron is confident. He respects his opponents for their skill but never backs down from a fight.
He is hardworking and willing to take on the most daunting tasks. He has complete faith in his own abilities. Level-headed and rational, Aaron is the cornerstone of the six.
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The two walk out into the aftermath, dead bodies littering the street and gunfire still surrounding them. Shane and Ryan walk over to them, after climbing down the shredded remains of Shane's sniper outpost. “looks like you two had fun” Ryan says as they all regroup in the street. A dead spec ops soldiers body slowly moves and a bloodcurdling growl creeps out of its shredded organs as it grabs Shane's ankle and attempts to bite him. “We ain't starting this zombie shit, y'all are overrated in them damn movies and books as it is.” Kyle says as he unsheathes his pistol and puts one round between its eyes. “and that's the end of that tragic outbreak” Dante shouts from the balcony above, as kyle sheathes his pistols and rubs the dust off his hands. Dante Plants one hand on the balcony rail and flips over, landing crookedly on a car below. His ankle twists slightly and cracks through the window of the Chinese model HMMV. “someone probably paid good money for that” Aaron says as he walks over and helps Dante up. “ach, fuck em. Damn Asians cant drive it anyways with those squinty eyes.” Dante chuckles.
The five soldiers look each-other over, checking for injuries. “Hey, wheres Jason?” Aaron asks, glancing down the street at the main bulk of the fighting. “dunno, ain't seen him since the shit hit the fan, no worries though, hes capable” kyle says before spitting a piece of gum into the dirt. “Looks like hes down that way though.” Shane says, leaning on his sniper rifle.
\\Camera pan, down the street, main battle zone debris\\
Jason appears, flipping out of the rubble and landing with feet planted on the tread of a disabled Battle tank. “You there, concentrate fire on their sniper nest! Corporal stop cowering and keep suppressing those targets!” he screams. A Chinese soldier climbs up onto the tank and charges two steps toward him before receiving two rounds to the chest. Jason steps toward him, and rams the Titanium K-bar Bayonet into his chest, unloads on full auto and kicks the corpse off the end of his gun, still shouting orders into the mix of veteran and green troops below.
[[[[CASE FILE: JASON – T-CLASS TEAM LEAD]]]]
Jason is a born leader. He Knows his friends inside and out, to the point. He is an amazing
Strategist and a quick thinker, able to reason out of nearly any situation on the spot. Extremely
loyal to his team, he refuses to leave a man behind if there's anything he can do about it.
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As the Chinese start to fall back, Jason appoints a commanding officer to take charge of the push, and hops down from the tank, leisurely strolls down to meet his group, as he opens his pocket and pulls out a contraband cigar, lighting it and puffing on it as he steps into the circle. “so.. sup” He asks casually. “C'mon Captain,” Dante chuckles,”while you were stabbing those squinty guys and puffing on that leisure stick you missed all the fun. As you can see we had a 'blast'” he winks at kyle and gestures at the collapsed building. Jason simply sighs, used to the joking taunts of his squad. “its leader, not captain. You know we don’t get ranks. We've got our own Military division now.” A yellow light appears on their helmets HUD's and they wait patiently as Jason listens to the transmission. “well, come on then. The Chief of Staff want us back at CnC for some sort of emergency briefing.” Jason speaks to all of them as he takes off his helmet.
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\ 10 minutes later, Aboard extract vehicle, 2 Clicks from Combat zone.\
Jason sits, still smoking his cigar as the crew BS's about their recent events. The air boils and the door of the aircraft glows red before tearing away from the main hull, the Chinook spins lifelessly before stabilizing in the outrageous turbulence. When he finally gets a decent view, boiling red clouds of dust rise into the sky behind them, trees flattened for a mile around, and a distinctive mushroom shape stands out against the dust covered horizon. The cigar falls from Jason as his jaw drops, and his body freezes in position, shock setting in at the thought of how many of his soldiers perished in the blast, the last six of the titan super soldiers to ever exist just narrowly escaping death.