Xavier slithered out of the air duct like a well-oiled snake, his polymer-enhanced muscles coiling and uncoiling.
He landed on the plush carpet without a sound, his tactical suit absorbing any potential impact. The rest of his team followed suit.
"Split up," Xavier hissed into his comm. "Alpha team with me. Beta, you know where to go."
"Copy that," Rodriguez's gruff voice crackled in her ear. "Beta moving to secure O'Brien."
Xavier's HUD flickered to life, outlining his teammates in ghostly green outlines. He watched as Beta team peeled off, their footsteps muffled by the carpet.
"Alpha, on me," Xavier muttered, hefting his rifle. "We're going after Tanaka."
They moved through the darkened hallway, their night vision goggles painting the world in shades of green.
"Beta team, sitrep," Xavier demanded as they approached the first door.
"Negative contact," came the terse reply. "Room's empty. Moving to secondary location."