Orion
Milky got out of the still running Scout and put his rig in place, making a few adjustments before giving Doc a thumbs up.
“Okay, let’s go,” Doc said, and the seven of us moved quietly down the ridge towards the cabinet shop, careful to stay out of sight.
Seconds later, the unmanned Scout flew down the side of the ridge, past us, barreling towards the complex. The large SUV tore through the cyclone fence like it was tissue paper and crashed into the side entrance of the shop with full force. The massive reinforced grill did its job by tearing an extra wide hole for us to fit through. Doom and Ozzy tossed several flash grenades through the opening, and moments later, we filed inside.
As soon as we were in the shop, Alamo, Badger, Dash, and Doc sprayed the interior of the building
