BGG: Landing Zone - Part 2

There was a thick cover of jungle surrounding the building, and the canopy of trees and vines all but blotted out the sun, making it hidden from any aerial onlookers. The area looked recently disturbed, broken vines and muddy footprints, causing the trio to be even more on guard. Mal gave a low whistle as they approached the building.

Dogo without looking back motioned to Cain and Mal before using his binoculars to take a look at the situation better. Guards, Cameras or Vehicles … he doubted there wouldn’t be some kind of security measure. Then again it was a remote island and in a way that was its own security.

Mal crouched low, sweeping the area behind them, waiting for the all-clear.

Cain crouched below the brushline, ears sharp while taking a closer look at the tracks. They weren't as careful guardian their numbers walking these trails but why would they have to be. He finger brushed the outline of the boot impression.

Dogo noted the minimal security. It was smart. Enough security to keep most people away but not enough to make someone wonder why there was state-of-the-art security out in the middle of nowhere. The biggest obstacle was the entryway get past that bit of tech was going to be the hardest. As far as the rest he was confident they could handle. Once they were inside however he expected things to get much tougher.

They had zero intel for inside the building, which was situated like a cottage of sorts, catching Mal off guard, but then again, he supposed, that’s partly what made it more innocuous. He motioned up, there was a staircase right off the main entrance. Sweeping top to bottom would likely be their best bet.

Dogo gave a thumbs up and he forged a path toward the entrance Mal had pointed to. It was quiet and made Dogo nervous.

Cain approached the lock to figure out how to crack it.

Mal tapped his wrist to hurry his brother along.

Caine gave a sharp snort working on the electronic lock. With a little more fiddling the light turned green and there was the whir of locks and a satisfying click. Cain carefully opened the door peeking in.

The inside of the building was darkened, all of the windows were covered by blackout curtains. A sweet, sickly smell hung in the air, almost like raspberries that had passed their prime. There were fresh boot prints as well as barefoot prints in the light layer of dust and grime just inside the front door. Mal held out one hand, palm down, and after a moment motioned to his brothers. 2. Downstairs.

Dogo took point, gun at the ready, a knife in his off-hand, Cain walked directly behind Dogo, hand between his shoulder blades, gun aimed over Dogo's shoulder.

They weren’t going to kill if they didn’t need to so long as it didn’t interfere with the mission.

Dogo carefully descended the stairs.

Mal knelt at the top of the stairs facing outward, watching to make sure nothing crept up on them as Cain and Dogo entered the basement.

The basement had seen better days. Several wooden tables had deep scorch marks, and the entire room had an even stronger acrid smell than the rest of the house. Buckets and bottles littered the countertops, with a homemade distiller in one corner. The industrial sink was charred, blackened and pitted with chemical burns and stains. In a far off corner, boxes, bottles and cans sat on bare metal shelves. Two large capsule machines stood on one of the tables.

Two men, wearing full PPE handled a large bottle with grey/black powder inside, easing it over to the table with the capsule machines.

Cain took point since of the two he was the only one who could talk.

Dogo, pulled back the hammer of the gun to get their attention.

“Hello ‘gets. Kindly put the chemicals down and your hand up so we don’t have to shoot you. Rest assured we won’t think twice about it.” Cain spoke pulling back the hammer of his gun for further emphasis.

The two men look at each other, and heave the bottle of powder at Cain, each reaching for their own weapon.

Cain and Dogo fired moving in two different directions to avoid the bottle. While neither got hit with the actual bottle, as it spiraled the contents spilled out the fine power creating a chemical cloud that hung in the air and some of the stuff during over Cain.

That stuff clung to everything. Cain coughed and sputtered his eyes instantly tearing and blurring as he fell back trying not to gasp.

Dogo ground his teeth, as he kept moving, he needed to take out the threats first before attending to Cain.

Mal whistled once, to see if the boys needed back up. “Cain,” he said into the com. “Report.” he kept his eyes and his weapon drawn, focusing on the back door, looking over his shoulder periodically.

Dogo gave a sharp whistle back as he fired his gun. His vision narrow as he surged forward his temper getting the better of him, he was out for blood.

Mal descended the stairs, taking the scene in. Cain was on the ground, struggling to breathe, two op for down, son of a bitch– Dogo was already on the opFor, leaving Mal to focus on his brother.

Dogo fired two shots nailing the one guy as he zig-zagged in closing the distance. He didn't bother reloading dropping the gun and with his free hand grabbed the gunman by the wrist twisting hard and in two quick motions stabbing neatly in the chest and neck before letting him drop to the ground.

“Cain, Cain-o, you good? Five by five?” Mal asked, even though it was obvious he wouldn’t. He was hoping for a nod, a response, something to know Cain could hear him.

Dogo grabbed an armful of water bottles and tossed one to Mal.

Cain tried to speak the fine dust was everywhere tickling his throat and making him cough. He was covered in the stuff, it almost looked like graphite, with how it coated his hair and face

“Easy, easy,” Mal said, testing the water first on his arm, then with a sip to make sure it was water. Confident with its contents, he doused his brothers’ face to try and get as much dust off as possible. “You good with the charges?” Mal asked Dogo, “I’ll get him outside.”

Dogo nodded picking up the pack off the floor.