Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card

1358 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Now this was a situation in which Lucas shone the brightest. Shooting had always been his favorite thing to do. Growing up he'd go hunting with his Uncle and to the range. He had always had a knack for shooting and it showed throughout his training. If he had decided to stay enlisted and go Active after graduating college, the young man would've without a doubt tried to get a spot in "Sniper School". He was a good shot - always had been - and being put in a situation where he actually knew what the hell he was doing, well it was always welcome. Lucas nodded his head at Alavair's words and his finger immediately flipped the safety off his weapon before he brought it up with one hand, the other holding onto the doorknob, waiting for his orders. The moment they were given he pulled open the door and turned his head away, his hands lifting so he could cover his ears so the noise would not affect him. Then immediately after the 'danger' was past he dropped them, lifted his gun and moved into the stairwell. 

With one man down due to Logan's shots, Lucas' blue eyes scanned his surroundings. He lifted his gun and his gaze upward just in time to see an ensub and he fired his weapon twice, both bullets piercing through the man's head to ensure that he wasn't getting back up. That left one man if his count was correct and Lucas could hear someone to the right of him and he twisted slightly to get a better look and sure enough, one man was pushing himself up off the ground. One muffled shot later, a bullet piercing through his skull as well and the man was down. "Clear." Saint spoke and he walked over to where the man he had just shot was and he rolled him over using the toe of his combat boots. No insignia or identification as far as he could tell. Definitely a local though. He crouched down to search the man's pockets and pulled a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and glasses from them. Nothing of value. "They're locals, Bossman. More than likely a private militia. They have some high-grade sh!t on them. Whoever sent them after our friend here wasn't messing around."

Lucas sighed softly as he pushed himself to his feet after he finished his search. He tucked the radio that he had gotten from the man into his pocket. It was always better to have two in case one went out. The thing he hated the most at the moment was the fact that they had no idea of knowing who these guys were, who they worked for, or who the hell sent them and that made Lucas feel a little uneasy. His gaze went to Azhar. "Who are they? Who do they work for?" He asked in the man's native tongue.

< Tag: Alavair Leah, Logan Blackwood, Azalea "De" Andre, @alexknight, & Eric Ryan Donaldson >

1358 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Adrenaline was pumping through Azalea as chaos ensued.  All thoughts were pushed out as instinct took over. The trained military side of the lieutenant took control, focusing on protecting the team and getting out alive. Later the young woman would worry and think about actually taking another life, right now, getting everyone to safety was first and foremost. The noirette moved as fast as the feet would carry her, shooting at the enemy, watching as one by one people started falling; like little flies dropping to the ground. She winced at the grenade going on, steadying herself watching behind as Alex stood close by, ready for anyone else to come around the corner. The moment Lucas' clear rang through, the female let out a small breath not realizing she had been holding. Azalea closed the eyes, taking that small moment to try and settle all the racing thoughts. For some reason, this all seemed way too planned. It all seemed too put together. Someone else appeared to be pulling this strings and really didn't want this guy talking at all. For a moment, the forensic specialist felt pity, but the moment quickly passed as a single shot ran down the stair well. The young woman glared, shooting back out of anger. Nodding over at Alex, the female motioned for her to cover her spot too. For some reason, something was telling this lieutenant staying still wasn't the best option for them. They weren't out of the woods yet, and wouldn't be til everyone was resting safely back in those SVUs.

While Lucas interrogated the man, Azalea moved around the group, slowly walking down the stairs. They had to get back to the SVUs with or without the guy. The more they were still, the easier targets they were. They were so close to the ground floor, and from there, it only meant a few more yards till they were home free. Okay maybe not completely home free, but safer than they were here. The lieutenant peeked around the corner, only to quickly press back against the wall. "Hate to break the party up there, but we got more company! Kind of will be needing back up down here before long!" shouted up the stairs, reloading getting ready for the next attack. The young woman, took a breath before moving around the wall, shooting then quickly pressed back against it. "Any ideas would be greatly appreciated right now sir!" Azalea turn around the wall again, firing a few more shots before pressing back against the taking a deep breaths. This was all a was making the female's head spin with thoughts. This had to go deeper than a simple generator. Why all the heavy attack? Why was the azhar so tense from the moment they stepped into the office? There had to be so much more to this than meets the eye, and something told Azalea, they would find out before long. With the way they were getting attacked, it was the only fact that made sense.

< tag: Alavair Leah, Logan Blackwood, Lucas "Saint" Clark, @alexknight, Eric Ryan Donaldson >

1360 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

One by one the enemies fell, but as fast as Azalea was trying gun them done, they kept popping up all over the place. The quote Mushu said in Mulan came running through the mind for a split second, because the bad guys literally were popping up out of the ground, like daises. Thank you mind. The lieutenant quickly glanced over at Logan, giving him the once over to see if all was truly alright, but then was pulled back to the bullets coming their way. Where could they all be coming from? When arriving the place, there didn't appear to be anyone around. Now they were basically being swarmed on all sides. It didn't add up. Giving a quiet nod acknowledging Logan, the female started to duck down low, closing the eyes waiting for the grenade to go off. Hearing Alavair call out, Andre looked up, giving another nod, raising back to the standing position and crawling across the wall back to their poisoner. "Yes sir!" the forensic specialist replied, eyes narrowing at the Azhar, blinking slightly seeing the vivid fear in the man. So that had to mean, the one who was pulling the strings, had to have something over this guy. Why else would there be this much fear? Once again, another aspect of this that really didn't add up in the lieutenants mind.

A noise from up above caught Azalea's attention as the eyes went back up the stairs. A shot rang down through the stairs as the noirette slammed back against the wall. "Knight! Need back of here. Hostiles coming down the stairwell!" Azalea jumped in front of the Azhar, aiming the gun back up the stairs. "Pretty sure they're trying to surround us. Logan, might want to toss the grenade up this way, or if you have any spares, might to send these guys flying." Pushing the Azhar down, the lieutenant crouched down trying to get a better angle. If they stayed around like this much longer, something was saying they would live to see the next day. The way the bullets were flying by, it was a miracle that no one was injured yet. Keyword being yet. Never knew what the next few minute held.

< tag: Alavair Leah, Logan Blackwood, Lucas "Saint" Clark, @alexknight, Eric Ryan Donaldson >