As we cautiously moved to a corner, Allen’s voice came out of the radio. “According to what I’ve seen, and recent Intel, a good three-quarters of their suspected numbers are in this sector. The rest, you all have taken care of, while getting to the RV point.”

“Oy thought we didn’t know their numbers.” Jukebox stated.

“That’s why he said suspected, no?” Shadow replied in a fake royalty accent.

I shot her a look, but it wasn’t as forceful as I might’ve been. She had a point, after all.

“Celestia radioed. That’s the recent Intel. A couple late-coming Operatives had taken the liberty of gathering information for us. Awful nice, if you ask me.”

“Got it.” I said. “Thank them for us.” I turned to my two companions. “Let’s move! Fan out, clear the area.”

Only a silent minute in, we found our first targets in a small warehouse. Three, gathered in a small circle around a heater. Well, it is a cold night.

They never knew we were even there. Silenced weapons don’t make a lot of noise. As we were heading off, though, Shadow said “Wait.” She walked to a corner of the wall, and stomped on the ground. There was a hollow noise. She bent down, and my vision was obscured from seeing what she was doing.

Up she came, this time with a backpack, of some kind. Surprise, surprise; color scheme was the same as her outfit. She unzipped it, and reached in. Rummaging around, she pulled out a few pouches that, from the looks of them, were obviously not empty, and stuck them to various places on her person.

“I’ve had a few ops in Canterlot.” She explained. “Before these guys took over, this was a safe-house.”

I had to ask. “Took over the safe-house, or your group?”

She looked me straight in the eyes. “Pick one.” She said, darkly.

Message received. I let her pull out a couple other things. Some kind of huge bolt quiver with five sections, and a strange-looking crossbow, of sorts. It had a few additions. I’d never seen the likes of them on anything before.

“What’s that?” Jukebox asked.

“A crossbow.” Shadow stated simply. She smirked at him. “Multi-shot, multi-type. MSMT.”

“Well, that’s special.”

“Nothing like it outside the group. Regular, sleep, explosive, sound-explosive, and multi-use camera.”

“Nice gear.” I replied. “You done? Let’s go.”

We headed out. The next place we came to was a two-story building. There was a staircase on the outside leading to the second floor. We went in the ground entrance first.

Our next group of baddies also didn’t know we were there. Glancing around the labyrinth of boxes and crates stacked and placed haphazardly throughout the building, I noticed that the second floor had windowless views surrounding this floor. And that the entire structure was just one big room. Perfect. “Shadow, you and I will go up there and cover Jukebox. Juke, hold here.”

He gave me a thumbs-up. Shadow and I went back out, and up the staircase. We went in, and I pointed at the closest viewpoint. Shadow set up her crossbow. “Which bolt, boss?”

“Let me look around, first.” A scan of the entire first floor commenced. I plotted out routes at least three moves in advance. “Regular bolts. Juke, move left to the end of that box.”

As he moved, I pointed at a guard that, if Juke went too far and turned the corner, would see him. “Shadow, get him.”

Two seconds later, the guard was on the floor. “Juke, move up!” I was about to point again, but…. “Juke, that guard next your spot is facing away from you. He’s right there. Take him quietly.”

I watched Jukebox stand up, move a little, and execute his attack. A quick chokehold, followed by a twist. He lowered the body to the floor.

After a couple renditions of that, including switching viewpoints multiple times, we found a group of four guys. Any one of them could alert the whole complex in only a couple seconds. There was a door at their end of the room that could be opened, and any loud noises inside would bring the whole district down on us. I looked around. All the paths in the maze of that weren’t dead ends led to a more literal ‘dead’ end. All four guards had automatics, and their ID tags, which I had to squint to see in any detail, showed that they were high-level Veterans. If they saw Jukebox, we’d have to be extremely quick, or he was done for.

Crap. Hmmm…. "Shadow, get an SE bolt.” I waited until she stopped moving. “Juke, hold. We’re switching positions, again.”

We got a much better angle from this new spot. We set up. “Shadow, hit the box next to the three-O’clock guard. Juke, get ready.”

The guard on my right literally jumped at the THUNK of the bolt implanting itself into the wood, less than two feet away from him. Shadow pressed a button on her crossbow, and chirping noise emitted from the bolt. All four guards were momentarily distracted. One even added himself to the potential casualty count by walking over, and investigating the bolt. As he reached out for it, our attack commenced.

“Take them down.” I ordered.

Shadow pressed another button, and the two guards next to the bolt resigned from life. The poor investigator found his corpse missing both arms, and half of its neck and face. The other guy merely lost his head, from peeking around the corner.

Jukebox and I somehow acted in unison. We stood up and each let loose a single shot. The other two guards slumped to the floor. The building was clear, and, because of the lack of open windows or doors, anyone outside was none the wiser.

The rest of the op passed by like a breeze. Moving in and out of corporate and other types of buildings, along with alleys, streets, etc., we cleared the rest of the district of all CJ forces.

I almost slapped myself when I thought If everything goes this smoothly, we'll win this secret war, easily.

Author's Note

NEEDS EDITING

Quick Question: Should I keep these little sections of chapters individual, or should I just combine them all? Some of them make sense, at least to me (like, some of them end with a black-screen if it were a movie/game/something), but what do you think?