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The night had long since fallen over the countryside. Miles away from Eterbury, in a large, rolling field, stood the monolithic power station, relatively new, roofed by solar panels and surrounded by windmills that, in concert with 3 other stations, generated electricity to all the small towns within 200 miles. This station, however, was the only one supplying power to Eterbury and it's surrounding area. So it was the first place hit. There were no large explosions or loud bangs heard, just a few muzzle flashes and a couple broken necks. Inside, three figures in black spec-ops gear, armed with AK-47's, but holding their silenced pistols at the ready in favor of discretion, surrounded a fourth hunched over a console. A few key presses later, the man at the console signalled one of his comerades, who took a radio and muttered something, before starting back down the hallway they had come from, a countdown on the console ticked the time until the program did it's work and erased itself like it was never there, and only then would power come back to Eterbury, before any of them woke up. Only to be mildly annoyed that they would have to reset their clocks.
In the nearby base of the Black Templars, yet more figures waited just out of range of the Black Templars security cameras. The radio crackled quietly in the leader's ear.
"Die Macht unten. Gehen."
No sooner had the transmission come in then the red lights in the cameras died and they stopped their panning, and the few floodlights still on in the Templar base died. In a split second the man was moving through the shadows, two squads of ten soldiers behind him, following him so precisely they were almost walking in his footprints. They had about one minute and thirty seconds before the emergency generators kicked in and the security went back online. Once they hit the front gate a soldier immediately came forward with a pair of bolt cutters and sliced a hole in chain fence that at any other time would have shocked him with 10,000 volts of electricity. In one motion they were inside, running full pelt, sticking to the shadows as best they could. Forty-five seconds. The topographic maps they had compiled showed the generators behind the mess hall. Ten seconds. Just as they were about to run out of time, the frontmost soldier grabbed the bundle of cords and yanked them from the generators. They machines kicked on, but their power went nowhere.
No sooner had the leader breathed a sigh of relief then a red trip laser kicked on near his ankles. The alarm systems, powered by a separate generator, kept underground and ventilated through a dummy laundry duct, had kicked on, and now claxons began to wail.
"Scheiße" He muttered as he swung his AK-47 around and flicked the safety off.
"Deckel wird geblasen, suchen und zerstören!" He snapped at his men, "Töten Sie sie alle!"
The soldiers mimicked his movement and brought their rifles to bear. This was supposed to have been a quiet assasination, now in moments the Black Templars would be at the ready. This had become a seek and destroy mission. With quick flicks of his wrist the leader deployed his soldiers and they split into teams of two and darted toward the buildings, to finish their mission.

Within seconds after the alarm sounded, York was pulling the sheets off of his lap and alighting from his bed. York wore only a pair of white basketball shorts and a black wifebeater undershirt... and a pair of boxers underneath the shorts of course. He pulled on a pair of black high socks and then slid on his black combat boots, not even bothering to fully lace up the boots. York grabbed his belt from underneath his bed. His combat knife and his Colt .45 were already attached to the belt in a sheath and holster respectively. York fastened the belt around his waist tightly. Then York opened a large chest that sat next to his dresser and snatched his G36C and his P90. He opened the top drawer of his dresser and grabbed a few extra magazines for all three of his weapons, as well as the silencers that belonged to his P90, his G36C, and his Colt .45, before approaching the door, which led to the hallway. He loaded each weapon, attached all three silencers to all three weapons, slung his G36C over his shoulder, holstered his Colt .45, and took a deep breath. He was now prepared, and it had only taken him sixty seconds, ninty seconds at most.

York raised his right hand which held his silenced P90 as he slowly took hold of the doorknob with his left hand and turned the knob slowly. He pushed the door open, careful not to make any loud, noticeable noises. York looked out into the hall, but saw no unfamiliar faces. He rushed out of the barracks and saw someone rushing along in the shadows near the barracks door.

"Freeze." York whispered as he pointed his P90 into the shadows.

There was no response. York didn't move, just gazed into the shadows, not knowing if there was someone there. Suddenly, a man dressed in black spec ops gear lunged at York from the shadows. The man had a combat knife in his hand. York didn't hesitate, he just squeezed the trigger and released it, sending a burst from his silenced P90 into the man's chest before the intruder could thrust his knife into York. The man immediately fell face-first onto the ground. York knelt down on one knee and removed his combat knife from his sheath, but before he could stab the intruder to kill him, York felt something dig into his right temple. It was a gun barrel.

"Stop! I'll shoot!" was what another man dressed in black said in a heavy German accent. This man was digging an AK-47 barrel into York's temple.

York paused for a moment as if he was going to give up, but then he suddenly brought his left arm around and grabbed the unwelcome guest's right wrist and twisted it rapidly. The man let out a short moan of pain as he dropped the AK-47, for York had broken the man's wrist with one swift movement. York stood up slowly as the German stumbled backwards in pain and thrust his combat knife through the German's chest, killing him. Then York bent down over the previously wounded spec ops soldier who was still gasping for breath and thrust the knife through this man's back, thus killing him too. York quickly wiped his bloody knife on the black clothing of this German, and then slid the knife into its sheath. York took his P90 which lay on the ground nearby, and turned to face the opposite direction.

Suddenly, York noticed Kard outside of the officer's quarters. York rushed over to Kard and knelt down on one knee beside him. He raised his silenced P90 and pointed it in all directions, looking for any other Germans.

"What's going on?" York asked as he searched for any of the shadow lurkers.

Kurt was sleeping soundly. All of a sudden, a loud alarm sounded. He stood up, and looked around. There were people running by his room, dressed in black. Kurt had his jeans on already, so just slid on a bullet proof vest. Over the bullet proof vest, he quickly put on a black undershirt. He slid his feet into some slip-on sneakers , trying to get out as soon as he could. He picked up his Desert Eagles on his desk, and put them into there rightful positions in the holsters. He then wrapped the belts around his waist, and tightened them. He then picked up his XM-8, and slung it over his shoulder. He opened a box, and pulled out a few extra magazines, and two grenades. He also got his nine inch combat knife. He secured the combat knife to his left leg. He pulled the XM-8 off of his shoulder, and walked out of the door.

He remembered he had a small black flashlight in his pocket, and some duct tape back in his room. He quickly found the tape, and secured the flashlight to the muzzle of his weapon. His Eagles already had a small flashlight on them. He walked back out of the room, and turned on the flashlight. He heard what sounded like gun fire. He could also hear shouts, mostly German. He heard a man scream in pain, and followed it. His journey was rather uneventful, but when he made it to the barracks, he saw two men running.

"s**t." he whispered to himself. He turned off the flashlight, and dropped to one knee. He aimed the XM-8, and waited to see who it was. The men were advancing as if running.

"Freeze you bastards!" Kurt shouted at the two men, hoping to get prisoners. He looked closer, and turned his flashlight back on them.

"Jesus. It's just you. Good thing I got this flashlight, or you mo fo's would be dead." he said, and stood up. Kurt walked towards the two men, and smiled. It was Kard and York.

"What the ******** is goin on? I hope this is your guy's way of a welcome back party." he said.

Fina was up within a moment. As soon as the alarm went off, her reaction was to get out of the bed with her blades. She slept with those precious weapons of hers. She looked around for just a moment longer then quickly got herself dressed. She pulled on her belt with her silenced Colt on it in a holster, then set her blades at her belt, not bothering to carefully set them away on her Trenchcoat as she hastily pulled it on, and then started loading up on her guns one after the other, quickly pulling them into pockets. Glocks, Deagles, P90 hanging from a strap over her right shoulder while her Dragunov would hang over the back of her left. Loaded and set, she moved out of the room, Colt in her left hand while the right was at her side, holding the P90 in her right. She'd fire aimed shots with her left hand and shoot bursts from the waist with her right.

As soon as she stepped out, she heard someone leaving the barracks. She stopped for a moment, pressed against the wall. She heard a scuffle, then a few 'clicks' then silence before more footsteps. She was just going to assume that was a Templar and someone fighting... Well anyway she had to get moving. Moving away from the wall, she started to head out of the barracks, but immediately ducked back in at seeing people running towards it. She backed away from the edge of the door and aimed her P90, pressing herself against the wall and sliding down... That way she wouldn't be right where most would guess she is to shoot her through the wall, and she'd be low to the ground. Holstering her Colt, she used both hands to stable the P90. She hoped, if those were templars, that her trenchcoat would give her away as who she was and they'd figure some way to let her know it's them. She knew their voices pretty well and all...

Fina blinked, looking at the doorway. "Lady Xanth." She let out, recognizing Kard's voice. "What the ******** goin on?" She moved to just beside the door and peeked out. "Some dumbasses decided it was a good day to commit suicide...?" She let out, a suddenly very evil looking smile crossing her face... Time for killing!

Kard lowered his rifle as he recognized Fina, before rounding again as Kurt dropped another soldier. Instead of answering the same question a third time, Kard strode forward, drew a Glock, and pressed his knee on the struggling man's chest, pinning him to the ground and without saying a word, removed his helmet and put two bullets in the soldier's head, viscera exploding out the back, the body spasming wildly before going still..
"That's what the ******** going on..." He told everybody. His voice was dark, he was infuriated that someone had the balls to try to come here and do this. Holstering the Glock, he removed his knee from the corpse's chest and quickly scanned the body. On the soldier was a strange insignia on the shoulder. A red skull with a sword going down into the top, a banner beneath it read "Rote Schädel."
Without getting up, Kard looked over his shoulder, his face had droplets of blood on it from the shots.
"Kurt, York." Kard ordered, "Go back to the other room and see if those soldiers that you killed have this insignia on their armor." He stood and turned around.
"I think this was supposed to be a hit."

When Kard and York crossed paths with Kurt, York damn near shot his comrade. Kurt wore dark jeans and a black shirt, which made him look like one of the intruding Germans. As soon as Kurt turned the corner, York raised his P90 and almost squeezed the trigger, but when Kurt identified himself, York took a deep breath and lowered the P90. He left it up to Kard to answer the questions, while York scanned the halls, P90 raised.

Moments after meeting up with Kurt, they happened upon Fina who was very close by. York continued scanning the area until Kard began examining the clothing and armor of the German who had attempted to sneak up on the group of Templars. When Kard found an insignia and gave the order for Kurt and York to go examine the men they had already killed in search of the same insignia, York nodded and turned his back.

"Copy that. Be back ASAP." York said as he jogged down the hall.

York took hold of the doorknob with his left hand and twisted it. He slowly opened the door and raised his silenced P90. No sign of German spec ops personnel. York crouched low to the ground as he walked over to the two corpses. He kept his P90 raised, expecting another pair of intruders to jump out of the shadows.

Fortunately for York, he reached the corpses undisturbed and undetected. He found the exact same skull and sword insignia on the shoulder of each soldier. There was even a banner underneath each of the insignias. With that, York hurried back to the barracks.

Upon reaching Kard, York said, "Sir, I checked each corpse's shoulder armor and found the skull and sword insignia as well as a banner."

Kard didn't look up when York called back that the corpses had the same insignia, but Damian caught his attention as he and Sergei showed up and reported an all clear.
"I doubt that." Said Kard, finally standing, "I think I had a run in with this one in my barracks. Said they were here in 'overwhelming force.' I killed one already, York took what? Two already, and he." Kard indicated the dead man in front of him, "Makes four. Now I don't know what exactly he meant by overwhelming numbers, but it's probably a little more than four. I think these are just the first ones to check the barracks area." Kard turned to Damian and leveled his sharp gray eyes on him, his expression was fierce, cold anger seething behind his featured.
"Silver," He said, using Damian's nickname, "You and Sergei take Kurt and clear the training course and the firing range. York, Fina and I will clear out the mess hall." Kard looked up to the darkness surrounding them, the full moon being the only light source, "It seems like only the alarms have power, which means they hit the emergency generators for everything else. Once you guys clear the course, meet us there, we'll probably need back up. We'll figure this out once this base is clean. Let's go, we've got a vermin problem." Kard's voice was as cold as his face. Beneath his zipped combat vest his locket pressed against his chest. The moonlight lit the red and blue tattoo swirling from his hand all the way up his arm as he led York and Fina to the side of the barracks. His whole demeanor exuded cold rage and a desire to utterly crush those who insulted them like this, who dared to come and try to hurt his friends. Despite all this, inside, he was kind of wishing the colonel was nearby to take over, but it was probably better that he wasn't at the base. As the leader, no doubt he was the number one target.