Chapter 83: Night Raid - Part 2

Chapter 83: Night Raid - Part 2

Hunter-3-1 turned to Hunter-3-2, "Take the same team as before, with Hunter-3-5 joining. Head to Beta zone and grab that son of a bitch." The four operators nodded in unison. Hunter-3-2 led the way, weapon raised, followed closely by his three colleagues. They moved silently along the walls, arriving at the same glass door they had used to enter earlier. Crouching down, they advanced toward the building under the cover of darkness.

They spotted a slightly ajar door, with sounds coming from inside. Taking position on both sides of the door, Hunter-3-2 peeked inside and saw three guards with their backs turned, torturing a bloodied man tied to a chair. The man, clearly in pain, spat blood at one of the guards and said, "You can torture me all you want. I'll never abandon my faith in Allah." The furious guard, his vest now stained with blood, angrily struck the man with the butt of his rifle, yelling, "Shut up, you low-life! I'll enjoy killing you and the rest of your filthy kind in a week."

Hunter-3-2 furrowed his brow and pulled back from the door. He raised one finger and gestured toward his throat, indicating the presence of a hostage. Then, he held up three fingers, followed by a throat-slitting motion to signal the plan to kill the guards. His team members nodded in agreement.

With a countdown of three, two, one, the operators swiftly entered the room. The guards barely had time to register the noise before three shots were fired—Plop, plop, plop—all three guards fell to the ground, dead. However, a fourth guard, startled by the sound, emerged from a nearby room, saying, "Hey, guys, what's going—" Plop. He, too, collapsed.

Hunter-3-5 and Hunter-3-7 immediately rushed toward the room the guard had come from. Inside, they found four more guards, surprised by the sudden intrusion. With deadly precision, the two operators fired—Plop, plop, plop, plop—and the four guards hit the floor, eliminated with cold efficiency by the deadly precision of Omega-5.

The four operators moved swiftly and silently through the darkened corridors, weapons at the ready. Hunter-3-2 signaled for them to stop as they approached a stairwell that led to the upper floors. He motioned with his hand, indicating that they were to take the stairs to the third floor, the executive sector. Hunter-3-5 took point, slowly climbing the stairs with the others following closely behind.

Reaching the third floor, they halted near a door that opened into a long, dimly lit hallway. Hunter-3-7 scanned the area through a small camera device attached to the corner of the hallway. After confirming the coast was clear, Hunter-3-2 gave a thumbs-up, and they moved forward in formation, each step precise and careful.

As they neared the sector executive entrance, Hunter-3-5 halted abruptly, raising a clenched fist to signal the others to stop. Ahead, they could hear faint voices and the distinct sound of footsteps. Hunter-3-2 motioned for them to take cover in a recessed area near a large pillar. The footsteps grew louder, and soon, two guards appeared, casually talking to each other as they walked down the hallway, heading in the team's direction.

Hunter-3-2 signaled Hunter-3-7 and Hunter-3-8 to eliminate the threats. With expert timing, both operators stepped out from their cover just as the guards passed. In a coordinated move, Hunter-3-7 drove his silenced pistol into the back of the first guard's head, firing a single shot that dropped him instantly. At the same moment, Hunter-3-8 grabbed the second guard by the throat, twisting him to the ground and dispatching him with a quiet slice of the knife across his neck. Blood pooled silently on the floor as they dragged the bodies out of sight.

They continued forward, coming to a reinforced door marked with a keycard scanner. Hunter-3-5 retrieved a small device from his pouch and connected it to the scanner. Within seconds, the light on the scanner blinked green, and the door clicked open.

They entered cautiously, finding themselves in a spacious, high-tech office area. Bright monitors illuminated the room, and at the far end, a large door led to the executive sector. Hunter-3-2 signaled for them to prepare, knowing this was where Dr. Raymont would likely be found. The team gathered in formation, weapons raised, ready to breach and take down anyone inside.

Hunter-3-2 counted down from three, signaling the team to be ready. Before they could act, the door swung open from the other side, revealing a guard sprinting away. The team reacted instantly, ready to pursue, but before they could even move, a suppressed shot echoed from inside—Plop. The fleeing guard dropped, dead before he hit the ground.

Cautiously, Hunter-3-2 and his team entered the room, scanning the scene in front of them. Inside were eight operators from another squad, already in control of the area. The room was scattered with the bodies of several guards, now lifeless on the cold floor, while a group of terrified prisoners sat huddled in a corner, their faces pale with fear.

Hunter-3-2 approached one of the operators, who turned to face him, clearly recognizing the team.

"We're from Team Three," Hunter-3-2 introduced.

The operator nodded, smirking slightly. "I know. We've had enough time to clear the sector before you got here. Anyway," he gestured toward the group of prisoners, "which one is our guy?"

Hunter-3-2 eyed the group, their trembling bodies and sweat-covered faces making them indistinguishable from each other. He stepped closer, removing his mask, and addressed the prisoners. "You have one chance to save yourselves. Where is Dr. Raymont?"

The prisoners exchanged fearful glances, unsure of who should speak. The tension in the room grew thick until finally, one man hesitantly raised his hand and pointed toward a middle-aged man in a suit, his face ghostly pale and drenched in sweat.

The accused, Dr. Raymont, screamed, "Traitor!" but was quickly subdued by two Omega-5 operators, who lifted him to his feet and dragged him in front of Hunter-3-2 and the lead operator from Omega-5, Hunter-2-1.

They forced Raymont to his knees in front of the two team leaders. Hunter-2-1 approached, drawing his sidearm and resting it casually against Raymont's temple.

"Where's the entrance to the underground complex?" he asked, his tone chillingly calm.

Raymont glared up at him, defiant. "Go fuck yourself."

Hunter-2-1 sighed and motioned for the men to drag Raymont into his office, where they forced him into a chair across from the desk. As Hunter-2-1 sat across from him, his eyes caught on something on the desk: a photo of a younger Raymont with a smiling woman and two children.

He picked up the picture, inspecting it for a moment before speaking. "You seem willing to die for your cause, and that's commendable. But it'd be a shame if something happened to this lovely lady and these children."

Raymont's defiance faltered, rage and fear flashing across his face. "Don't you dare involve my family in this."

Hunter-2-1 kept his voice cold. "Then give us what we want."

Raymont clenched his teeth, but after a tense pause, he spoke through gritted teeth. "Fine. But leave my family out of this." He took a deep breath. "The entrance is behind the janitor's closet. It's concealed behind the cleaning supplies cabinet in the storage room."

Hunter-2-1 smiled darkly, satisfied with the information. "Good. We'll see how this plays out."

The two operators grabbed Raymont by his arms and dragged him from the office. Hunter-3-2 motioned for his team to prepare to move out.

Hunter-3-2 took out his radio, quickly contacting the command: "Hunter-3-2 to Hunter-1-1. We've secured Raymont. He's confirmed that the entrance to the underground complex is hidden in the janitor's closet."

There was a brief crackle over the radio before Hunter-1-1 responded: "Copy that, Hunter-3-2. Proceed with your current objective and secure the complex. Keep us updated."

"Understood," Hunter-3-2 replied. He looked at his team. "Let's move."

Hunter-2-1 signaled to the two operators, who grabbed Dr. Raymont by the arms. They dragged him out of the office and into the main hall, where the rest of the team was gathered. Activating his radio, Hunter-2-1 spoke with precision:

"Hunter-2-1 to Hunter-1-1, we've secured Dr. Raymont. The entrance is located behind the janitor's closet, hidden behind the cleaning supplies cabinet. We're proceeding to inspect and explore."

A crackling response came through the radio: "Understood. Stay vigilant. Over."

Hunter-2-1 turned to address the team. "2-3 and 2-7, stay here with the hostages. If any of them tries anything, you have orders to eliminate them without hesitation. 2-6, you're on babysitting duty with our friend Raymont. The rest of you, move out with me."

Ten operators followed Hunter-2-1 in a tight formation, staying close to the walls as they descended the stairwell. They approached the storage room, where several guards were stationed. Hunter-2-1, at the front of the line, paused and held up four fingers, signaling a kill order. Four operators advanced silently.

Plop Plop Plop Plop.

In quick succession, the guards stationed outside the door dropped, taken down with deadly accuracy. The team regrouped, their weapons raised and ready for the next phase of the operation.

The team entered the storage room, tension already rising as they scanned the area. Almost immediately, they spotted over twenty guards patrolling between crates and containers, their movements methodical and coordinated. For a moment, it seemed like they might avoid detection, but then, Raymont's desperate shout pierced the air: "HERE, HELP ME! THERE ARE INTRUDERS!"

The shout echoed through the vast room, and within seconds, the guards snapped to attention, spinning around to face the team. Both sides opened fire almost simultaneously, the deafening roar of gunfire mixing with the sudden blare of an alarm that reverberated throughout the facility.

Hunter-3-2 and his squad reacted quickly, diving behind large containers for cover as the hail of bullets filled the air. The storage room became a battlefield in an instant, with crates being torn apart by gunfire and shouts of commands barely audible over the chaos.

Hunter-3-2 signaled his team to spread out, each operator finding cover behind the metal containers scattered throughout the room. The guards, though numerous, were not as well-trained, firing in bursts with little precision. The Hunters, however, were a different breed. Calm under pressure, they responded with disciplined fire, each shot carefully aimed despite the incoming barrage.

Hunter-3-7, crouching behind a crate, leaned out to get a better shot, but a burst of fire caught him by surprise. He grunted in pain as a round tore through his left arm, forcing him to fall back. He quickly pressed against his wound, biting back the pain. "I'm hit!" he called out, but his voice remained steady. Hunter-3-2 threw him a glance, signaling for Hunter-3-5 to cover him as he moved to a more secure position.

The room offered plenty of cover, but it also made the fight unpredictable. The guards were trying to flank the team, moving between the towering stacks of supplies. Hunter-3-2 spotted them and gave a sharp hand signal to Hunter-3-8, who immediately fired a burst that dropped two guards attempting to close in.

Despite the chaos, the Hunters maintained control, using their superior training and tactics to keep the guards at bay. Hunter-3-5 tossed a flashbang over the crates, the explosion of light and sound disorienting the group of guards attempting to push forward. Seizing the moment, Hunter-3-2 popped out from cover, firing precise shots that dropped three of them before they could recover.

"Stay focused!" Hunter-3-2 barked, his voice cutting through the cacophony. He moved to a new position, his eyes constantly scanning the battlefield, looking for any advantage. The guards were trying to overwhelm them with sheer numbers, but the tight layout of the room worked in the Hunters' favor, funneling the attackers into predictable paths.

Hunter-3-7, despite his injury, managed to suppress a group of guards with short bursts from his rifle, his face pale but determined. The fight was brutal, each side exchanging fire with deadly intent, but the Hunters were slowly gaining the upper hand. Their training, their precision, and their teamwork were starting to show, and the guards' initial advantage in numbers was dwindling with every passing second.

As the battle raged on, the room filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder, the metallic clang of bullets ricocheting off containers, and the guttural cries of the wounded. Hunter-3-2 knew they couldn't afford to be bogged down here for too long; the alarm meant reinforcements were likely on their way.

"We need to wrap this up fast!" Hunter-3-2 shouted to his team. "Push forward! Clear them out!"

With renewed determination, the team pressed the attack, moving from cover to cover, methodically eliminating the remaining guards. Despite the injury to Hunter-3-7, no one else had fallen, their training and tactical discipline paying off as the final pockets of resistance were silenced.

Hunter-2-1's radio crackled with urgency as he gave the order, the situation escalating fast. "All units, we've been compromised. Multiple hostiles are engaged in the storage room of Beta Zone. Prepare for heavy resistance."

The voice on the other end was clear and commanding. "This is Site Command. Your cover's blown, and enemy reinforcements are en route. We've deployed the AC-130U "Spooky II" for air support. We're also in talks with the French government to enforce a complete lockdown of the area. Contingency Plan 'Robbery' is active. All units, reveal yourselves and secure the objectives swiftly. Extraction will be aerial. Eliminate all guards and low-level personnel, but keep high-priority targets for interrogation."

Four separate acknowledgments followed, then Hunter-1-1's voice came through: "This is Hunter-1-1 to all units. Team 1 is moving to Charlie Zone to support the ongoing battle. Team 4 and half of Team 3, sweep the complex, exterminate all low-level personnel or hostiles on sight. Over."

Hunter-2-1 closed his radio, turning to the others. "You heard the orders. We've got limited time before reinforcements arrive, and extraction's going to get complicated. Move out."

The team barely had time to catch their breath when the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the storage room. Hunter-2-1's hand shot up, signaling the others to freeze. They couldn't see the incoming guards yet, but the hurried steps indicated reinforcements were closing in fast.

The room, still reeking of gunpowder and tension, fell into an eerie silence as the operators took cover behind the metal crates, their Gilboa Snakes primed and ready. Hunter-2-1's voice came through the radio, barely above a whisper, "Prepare for contact. Ten hostiles, moving in fast."

Suddenly, the reinforced door at the far end of the room burst open. Ten guards stormed in, weapons raised. They hadn't anticipated Omega-5's precision, nor did they realize just how entrenched the team had become. But Omega-5 was taken by surprise too—these reinforcements were quicker, better armed, and more aggressive than the ones they had faced moments ago.

"Contact front!" Hunter-3-8 yelled, already opening fire. The room erupted again into chaos.

Plop-plop-plop! The suppressed shots of the Gilboa Snakes echoed in rapid bursts. Hunter-3-2, crouched behind a heavy crate, leaned out just enough to spot two guards. He squeezed the trigger, sending a burst of precision fire toward them. One dropped instantly, but the other dove behind cover, narrowly avoiding the shots.

The guards, moving swiftly and tactically, started to spread out, using the same cover the operators had been relying on. Hunter-3-5 caught movement to his right just in time to fire a shot, but it went wide. Before he could adjust, a burst of fire from the enemy hit the crate near his head, forcing him to duck back down.

"Shit!" Hunter-3-5 cursed, pressing his back against the crate. The guards were closing in faster than expected. Hunter-2-1 barked over the radio, "Hold your positions! No flanking! They're trying to box us in!"

Hunter-3-7, still nursing the wound on his arm, winced as he fired off another burst, his breathing labored but steady. He managed to hit one of the guards in the leg, sending him crumpling to the ground. But as he moved to re-position, two more guards emerged from his blind spot, firing in his direction.

"I'm pinned!" he shouted, taking cover behind a pillar as bullets ricocheted off the metal around him.

Hunter-2-4 reacted fast, moving up from the rear to provide covering fire. His Gilboa Snake barked twice, and both guards were cut down in an instant. "You're clear, 3-7. Move up!"

"Thanks!" Hunter-3-7 panted, gritting his teeth against the pain as he shifted to better cover.

The guards, now aware of Omega-5's positions, began coordinating their assault, attempting to push them out of the storage room. Hunter-3-2 could hear them shouting orders, trying to overwhelm the operators with superior firepower.

Hunter-2-1 assessed the situation, his eyes scanning for any weak points in the enemy formation. He spotted an opening—two of the guards had taken cover too close together behind a large stack of crates.

"Flashbang out!" he ordered, pulling the pin and tossing the grenade toward them. It clattered across the floor before detonating with a blinding flash of light and a deafening bang. The guards stumbled out of cover, disoriented, and Hunter-2-5 and 2-6 didn't miss the opportunity. They opened fire, cutting both men down before they could recover.

Despite their initial surprise, Omega-5 was starting to regain control. Hunter-3-2, now in a better position, popped up from behind his cover and fired a precise burst that took out the last guard moving toward their left flank. "Hostile down!"

With only three enemies left, the team pressed their advantage. Hunter-2-2 moved up to the center of the room, sliding behind a large steel container for cover. He could see one of the guards attempting to flank from the far side. "Right side, movement!" he called out, firing two rounds. The guard dropped, hitting the ground before he could complete his maneuver.

The final two guards, realizing they were outmatched, attempted to retreat. But Omega-5's precision was relentless. Hunter-3-5 and Hunter-3-8 fired in unison, both guards collapsing as the last of their forces fell.

The room fell silent once again, the acrid stench of gunfire heavy in the air.

"Clear!" Hunter-3-2 called out, scanning the area to confirm no threats remained. He took a deep breath, nodding to his team.

Hunter-2-1 lowered his weapon, his eyes hard and focused. "Nice work. But this isn't over. Reinforcements could be on their way."

Hunter-3-2 checked his ammo, grimacing slightly. "We can't afford to be caught off-guard again. What's the plan?"

Hunter-2-1 glanced toward the door they had yet to breach. "We push forward. No more surprises. They know we're here now. It's time to finish this."

Hunter-2-1 slowly turned toward Dr. Raymont, who was being firmly held down by Hunter-2-6. Raymont's expression hardened, a smug smile creeping across his face.

"I hope one of your men is dead," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

Without a word, Hunter-2-1 stepped closer, leaning down and grabbing Raymont's arm. With a swift, merciless twist, a loud crack echoed through the room, followed by a sharp scream of agony as Raymont's arm contorted in an unnatural direction. His smugness dissolved into a pitiful wail, tears streaming down his face.

Unfazed, Hunter-2-1 coldly grabbed Raymont's other arm. With the same brutal precision, he snapped it, eliciting an even louder scream of pain as Raymont sobbed uncontrollably, broken both in body and spirit.

Hunter-2-1 spoke coldly, "Next time, it'll be your legs. Now lead us to that damn closet before I break more bones."

Raymont nodded, tears streaming down his face, and shakily walked to a nearby closet. He gestured toward a scanner with his nose. Hunter-2-6 searched Raymont, pulling out a card, and swiped it through the reader. The closet slid aside, revealing a hidden door that automatically opened, leading to a set of stairs.

Hunter-2-1 grabbed his radio. "Beginning exploration," he reported, then turned to the group. "Move in." The entire team proceeded down into the passage.

After several minutes of walking, they came upon a laboratory hallway. Inside, there were guards and researchers running in all directions, illuminated by the flashing alarm sirens.

"OPEN FIRE!" Hunter-2-1 shouted, and the entire team began shooting. Researchers either fell to the ground or fled from the Omega-5 unit, while the guards tried to fight back but were slaughtered.

Hunter-3-2 turned to Raymont, "Where are the chemical weapons?"

"And the hostages?" added Hunter-2-1.

Raymont answered with a grim face, "They're in the Olympia sector. To your right."

2-1 signaled his team to move forward. They shot several researchers who were kneeling, begging for mercy, responding with a single bullet to the head.

They arrived at a more heavily secured room. Using Raymont's badge, they entered a hallway lined with glass windows on both sides, giving a view of experimentation chambers. Some contained children huddled in the corners in fetal positions, while others only held the remains of children's corpses.

The operators walked through the corridor, their jaws clenched. As they passed one of the rooms, 3-2 saw a glass chamber containing only the head of a dead child. The dried tear stains were still visible on the child's cheeks.

3-2 clenched his fists and held back tears. "Those sons of bitches. I swear, I'll kill as many of them as I can."

They arrived in front of a room that was more heavily fortified than the others. Inside, they spotted a young girl with naturally pink hair that seemed fragile, and striking green-yellow heterochromia, in which the yellow eye had a black sclera. Her appearance left them momentarily stunned. One of the operators pointed to the sign on the door that read "Singularity-003."

3-2 exclaimed, "That's our potential anomaly."

The girl was watching them from the other side of the glass. Hunter-2-1 pulled out his phone, took a picture, and sent it. Then he grabbed his radio, "Site Command, this is Hunter-2-1. I've sent you a picture of the potential anomaly. Can you verify it?"

A voice responded, "We've received the picture, stand by for a few seconds." After 20 seconds, the voice confirmed, "Hunter-2-1, you have located SCP-040, 'Evolution's Child.' Evacuating the anomaly is now your top priority. Evacuate all hostages and the anomaly, then destroy their chemical weapons."

"Understood, over," 2-1 replied. He turned to the group, "Team 2, we'll proceed with evacuating the anomaly and the children." Then, addressing 3-2, he said, "You and your team will destroy those chemical weapons. Wait for confirmation of the hostages' evacuation before proceeding."

"Got it," 3-2 responded. "3-5, 3-7, 3-8, let's go." With that, they departed.