The Legend of Lady Sierra.

The date, 29th January 2021 right now, rain falls upon the state of Ridgeland, an independent country located in the middle of the Earth, where it is a beautiful island, and right in the middle was Beaumont, a metropolis that was renowned for its beauty, for its architecture but infamous for the crimes and control of the mobsters all around. A stormy night approaches, the thunder rolling in loudly. A figure stands above the rooftop of an old academy building by the prestigious Beaumont University. “Spotted six trespassers. Not students, they are armed with MP5Ks.” The figure reports while wearing a cloak over his body, seeing the 6 men dabbed in all black combat gear move in with the submachine guns. “Sierra 1. You are cleared to engage.” The figure draws out a machete and a pistol, a Nighthawk Customs model GRP Recon with a suppressor chambered for the .45 ACP. “Sierra 1. Copies.” The figure pushes the cloak aside, revealing a gray haired man wearing a face mask, an earpiece by his ears with a pair of protective goggles on his face, wearing a black jacket, black cargo pants and a tactical vest, the figure jumps down towards them. They turn their lights to his direction, merely getting a blurry image of his movements, Sierra 1 moves in to the first person hacking into the person’s throat, effectively causing the man to bleed out, followed by Sierra 1 standing in front of him. Using the man’s back as a shield, Sierra 1 fires two shots into the man on the right, the bullets hit the head as he watches the blood spill. Then, Sierra 1 runs to the side, the hostile before him is reloading his weapon and it was at a good angle as Sierra 1 thrusts the machete into his neck followed by firing another three shots into the other two men. The last one runs away, while Sierra 1 pulls out the machete from the lifeless corpse, Sierra 1 puts his fingers to his earpiece. “2.” To which the last man’s head is blown off by a sniper shot. Sierra 1 looks at his partner who stands up from the other rooftop. Wearing the same equipment but a hoodie rather than a jacket. “Nice shot. 3, SITREP(SITuation REPort)” Sierra 2 runs over to Sierra 1 with MP7 in hand, pulling the charging handle. “Got a couple stragglers. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be done in a couple minutes.” To which Sierra 1 and Sierra 2 turn to their back, after hearing an explosion seconds after Sierra 3 stops talking. “And I am done.” Sierra 3 says on the radio as he looks at the two, he was wearing heavier body armour, a ballistic helmet, with the leg pads, reloading his M249 SAW. “Command, this is Sierra. Targets eliminated. Standing by for tasking.” “Command to Sierra, we got a situation down town. Hostage situation, make a run for the exit of Beaumont University’s Back Gate, jump over the storage containers. A car is waiting for you.” “Sierra copies. Let’s go.” Sierra 2 and 3 nod to Sierra 1’s words, and they rush over. Sierra 1 jumps over the container with ease while Sierra 3 sets up to boost Sierra 2 up to the container. Sierra 1 and 2 help 3 up on it before they continue making their way to the car. “Hey Bart.” “Alright let’s go, downtown. Got your helmets ready. DEVTAC Ronins with full protection. Stops 44 magnums if anything. Won’t stop a .50 cal though. Anyway, RACERs are online, so just put it on and get ready.” The three of them take off their masks and put on the Ronin helmet. ‘Realtime Adaptive Combat Environment Receptor’ abbreviated as RACER as they look at their lens. “AO(Area of Operations): Hotel Grand Mist. Hostages : To be confirmed. Hostiles: 15 Detected.” They see the text on their Heads Up Display built in to the Ronin lenses. “2. Set up for a vantage point, prep for .50. 3, with me we’re going in quiet.” The car stops, Bart pops the boot, whereby Sierra 2 grabs a Barett M107 sniper rifle while taking the bag. Sierra 1 and Sierra 3 grab the Kriss Vector SMGs with suppressors, then moving towards entrance, slowly making their way. “Bart, is Ghost Cam online?” “Should be online in 3…2…1” The optical camouflage takes over, covering the Sierras in their position as they standby the door of the grand ball room. “2.” “I’m in position, loading .50. Looking through magnetics confirming 20 hostiles.” Sierra 1 takes a deep breath. “Marking targets. We set it up this way.” The three Sierras mark the targets accordingly with a heads up display of scarecrows and numbers. “Breach.” The door blows open, Sierra 1 and Sierra 3 move in firing on three hostiles each, to which they were blind to the target in the center who was ready to fire at him. Sierra 3 fires into the targets on the right while Sierra 1 fires at the center swapping with Sierra 2 who takes over his blindspot. “Hold.” Sierra 1 commands as they see a man holding a woman hostage. “BACK OFF!” The man shouts loudly to them. “2.” A single shot blows the man’s head into pieces. Sierra 1 and Sierra 3 go to the man’s body, kicking the pistol aside. The two of them nod as Sierra 3 presses a button on his wrist mounted keypad. The lights were off, and a second later they were back on, the pair had disappeared. The police arrived later, seeing only dead bodies and the civilians. “Command to Sierras. Good work. Head on back to base.” The three Sierras nod as they make their move.