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Time: 21JUL2042 2130 (UTC-7)

Location: 32.882470, -105.832043 (Lincoln National Forest, New Mexico)

Altitude: 3,000 AGL

Mission stage: Approved -Assault element en route

Unit Designation: Redfang - CO K9CPT Travant, James L

ETA: Flying time

INITIATE SIGINT COVERAGE...

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"Our mission takes us knee-deep into the Lincoln National Forest." James stated flatly over the heavy thrum of the dropship engines as the sleek craft darted over New Mexico's night skies heading East from their departure point of Holloman Air base.

"Looks like the targets have set up an underground facility for testing and production of the latest Argosaxx strain mutants. We found out about this because they had a containment breach and a few got out, they're wreaking havoc around the Alamogordo area right now but that's being left to SHIELD to mop up, we're going in to attack the source before it gets worse."

The thickly muscled Husky folded the tablet display out of his way and glanced down the twin lines of jumpseats on either side of the dropship hull, each one filled with an elite Kaynine Shock Trooper, all from different select training programs, all wearing the same camouflage on their thick polymer armor, a sweeping, digitized blue and black pattern, accented with a single, vertical digitized pinstriped down the right side. Redfang was the pilot program, the group of Anthropomorphic Canine mutants heavily trained in the art of warfare designed to finally put an end to the threat of biological, chemical, and mutagenic warfare that had been sweeping out of fanatical, extremist labs across the globe.

This mission was only one of several, but easily their most dangerous yet.

"Alright pack, this one ain't gonna come down easy, the days of exterminating mutants locked in cages and smashing shelves of vials are over, this is worst case, underground, tight quarters, and the mayhem has already started. When we drop, let's do this hard and fast, I'd say "by the book" but we all know who's writing the book these days."

A chorus of gruff laughter was his reply as he returned to his tablet, noting the pilot had sent him a drop countdown, they were half a minute out.

"Alright, 30 seconds!" He roared, slapping the tablet back into it's wall slot, he quickly collected his KR20 battle rifle from it's clamp and tucked it between his legs. The engine noise escalated and deck tilted beneath them, the dropship quickly flaring to bleed off speed as they came over the suspected lab site.

He heard the general noise of his troopers following suit, various heavy machine guns, shotguns, carbines, and assault rifles being readied and held close.

The screens around the bay suddenly flashed the number ten, then counted down, each number ticking off the pounding of James' heart as the hull cracked open and slid away beneath their jumpseats, leaving his armored boots to twitch in the cool night air between him and the unforgiving earth below.

He always did get the jitters right before drop.

GO! The screens flashed, accented by the loud CLACK of his restraints unlocking, a split second later, the trooper was in free-fall.

A split second of weightlessness preceded the shock of his deployment chute opening, the chute just large enough to arrest the terminal fall of the heavy trooper before snapping free and leaving him to drop the remaining fifteen feet to the ground with a heavy THUMP, the rest of his 12-man team creating a machine-gun round of impacts around him as he rose to his feet and chambered a round in his rifle.

"Deployment complete, all accounted for, We'll call you for the pickup, Aces." His radioman announced through the radio they were all networked on. James nodded and scanned his surroundings, quickly tapping the switch on the module set just under his right ear to deploy an armored monocle over his left eye, bringing up his tactical displays and vision enhancements. The thermal/infrared hybrid night vision immediately washed the surrounding trees and underbrush in a sea of blue.

"Quick and clean pack, fan out, standard cloverleaf. We landed within a hundred meters of the site but our intel can't pinpoint it, so we're running it the old fashioned way. Two by two, dark approach, find this place before they find us." He whispered into his headset.

"Sir." Donovan, a lanky dingo and his radioman, kneeled near him as the Captain leaned over the comm. Strapped to his forearm, manipulating tactical layouts on his HUD while the other troopers bgan to fan out from their landing points in pairs.

"Good to go Donny, just keeping an eye on the sky." James muttered, flipping his monocle to display the UAS overlays. "No hotspots other than friendly, what isn't getting mopped up by Hargus' boys must be underground. They aren't making it easy."

"Jax and Tesha are on the scent, give 'em a few minutes more." Donovan grinned fiercely.

"Yep." James chuckled, reaching down to unbuckle pouches and pockets that were sealed tight for his airdrop, leaving his extra magazines, grenades, and other supplies readily accessible. In tight quarters he "couldn't be fucked with" dealing with buckles.

The minutes passed in comfortable silence between the two troopers, both listening to their own radio nets and silently preparing for the long night they knew was ahead of them.

Donovan's ears suddenly perked up, his headset piping the squad's communications directly into his left ear. "Bingo, sir. We have it."

James' eyes narrowed as he closed his HUD and rose to his feet. "Let's get this over with."

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Jax, a bulky Malamute, touched down on the roof of the bulk elevator car