09/14/2016…

Canterlot High School rear parking lot...

4:17PM…

“Any moment now.” The squad sergeant mumbled, the words cut the cold air on the evening of the mission. First squad of second platoon was in hiding waiting for as many staff members to leave the building as possible before going in to clear out the rest. They hid behind a brown wooden fence with green hedges on their side, luckily due to the setting sun, and a nearby tree the whole eight man squad was invisible to passing cars. Across the nearly empty parking lot, was the target, the rear of the school. A man stepped out of the back doors and headed for his car.  After entering his vehicle, the cream colored sedan being driven by the suspected PE teacher, left the parking lot and headed off down the road, away from the waiting soldiers.

After ten more minutes of waiting, the soldiers became, annoyed,

“Yo, what the hell? We were supposed to be in their by now, what's taking the stabilization platoon so long, just blockade the road surrounding the school and keep civis away from the property, it’s not that fucking hard.” Came a soldier in the line up. Another turned around annoyed aswell, but not at the missions current status.

“Look mate, we get in there when we get in there, no use in rushing it, just calm your asshole, and wait just like the rest of us.” He spat back at the soldier next to him.

“Yeah whatever,” He grumbled back. Soon, tranquil silence overtook the area again.    

The squad leaders radio broke silence and came to life with a voice speaking on the other end.

“Squad Alpha 1-1, this is Watchman, radio connection checks out green. The area has been blocked off by local law enforcement, and the rest of your squad is waiting for your staff pick up, authorization code: Sierra 12, I repeat Sierra 12, mission is a go, over,”

“Copy that Watchman, 1-1 going in, over,”

“Rodger that, use extreme caution, and non lethal takedowns, Watchman out.” The radio went silent and the squad commander turned around to his men. He nodded, and stood up off the ground, the rest of his men followed his lead.

“Were moving to the rear doors, I want full 360 visuals, leave nothing unwatched, understood?” He asked looking back. They all nodded, and began assigning looking positions. Once all angles were covered, they took out their weapons and sprinted from cover and moved towards the building. Within the second team of soldiers, each man was equipped with special weapons, two were given silenced shotguns that fired beanbags, one was given a long range tazer, and the team leader was given a  fast acting knock out gas canister launcher, for large groups of course. These men would be arresting the individuals, and acting as a sort of crowd control.  

All Weapons in this fireteam were, non lethal. But the team leading the eight man assault force, were armed with real weapons. The team leader led the pack with a M4 Carbine, the two behind him held M16’s. The last man however, wasn't like the rest. He held a MK. 48 belt fed machine gun, you know, for large groups. These legit weapons were to only be used in defensive ways, only if there lives, or others were put in danger. Plus their loud, and maybe even a bit over kill.

Before reaching the doors of the building, they slowed to a stop. A security camera installed by the school board watched over the doors and windows, making it easier to catch vandalizers. This was unacceptable to the team leader, they must not be seen on camera.

“Watchman, this is Alpha 1-1, we have an issue, please advise over,” He began to speak into his radio.

“Acknowledged, please relay obstruction, over,” The radio came back.

“There appears to be a security camera operating on a closed circuit overwatching the rear of the building, requesting immediate shutdown of this camera, over,”

“Copy that, be advised, the shutting down of this camera will possibly lead to a search by security personnel, use extreme caution, you are free to intervene, Watchman out.” The radio fell dead again. The squad leader reached into a utility pocket and pulled out a silencer. He then affixed it to his rifle and aimed up at the security camera. He pulled the trigger and a bullet left the weapon and collided with the camera. Immediately the camera was shut down as a huge hole was ripped open on its top. The front lense of the camera fell off and hit the ground below.

“Good, okay,” He lowered his rifle and turned around to his team, “ You, and you,” He said pointing his finger at the two men with M16’s, “ stay here and wait for security. Intel states that only one security officer stays behind after school hours, so you are to apprehend him and stay back here, and wait for our return. Understood?” The two nodded and headed over towards the remaining husk of the security camera, and posted up.

The rest of the assault force pressed on. After clearing the entrance to the building the team began entering rooms, looking for people to apprehend. Dozens of empty dark classrooms and green steel lockers lined the walls of the school, it would take a while before they completed the search. Each room they checked they put a red sticker on, to make sure they didn’t retrace their steps on accident. After a while they finally cleared most of the school, finding nobody, not even janitorial staff.

But upon closing in on the head office a single light burned into the hallway from a classroom the soldiers headed down. It was a conference room, and inside held almost everyone they needed access to. They pressed themselves up against the wall the door was on, and slowly inched forward.

The squad leader slowly raised his head above the window in the door, and quickly looked in. They had hit the motherload, it seemed as if every member of the school was inside this room, they all sat at a long oval shaped table facing away from the door, looking at a smart board on the wall. Every target was identified, and checked off his mental checklist of personnel to find especially the vice, and head principal.

But taking on a large group like this would be challenging. So he formulated a plan.

Let's make Danilo proud,” He said quietly to his men behind him, whom were kneeling on the ground. “You, get up here, quickly,” he motioned for the team leader of the non lethal team. Once getting to him he pointed at the door,

“I want you to fire a shot of sleeping gas into that room, and once they're all down we'll rush in and snatch them all, got it?” He instructed. The soldier nodded with a slight grin on his face.

“Good,” He said. He then turned around to the rest and placed his hand over his mouth. This meant to equip their gas masks, so they did quickly, as did the launcher guy, and the squad leader. After everyone had given the thumbs up, the leader moved up to the door, and gripped the handle. He turned to the launcher and with his free hand held up three fingers to signify a count down. The launcher nodded.

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

As quickly as humanly possible the squad leader threw open the door as wide as he could, and turned away from the gas launcher. With a subtle plunking sound a grenade left the barrel of the riot control weapon and entered the room spewing gas as it went. Once the round entered the room the sergeant quickly shut the door behind it and held it as hard as he could.

Muffled terrified screams came from the room as bangs from the faculties hands hit the door, attempting to open it as hard as they could. But after a few seconds the screaming stopped, followed by the sound of bodies falling, then silence. Once all was quiet the squad reorganized themselves, and quickly stormed the room. All the people that had just been sitting at the table moments ago, now lay in heaps on the ground with their hands near their faces as if they were trying to hold their breath. The soldiers checked their bodies, everyone had a pulse, nobody had passed to a heart attack, luckily.

“Watchman, this is 1-1, we’ve secured the targets and are extracting them as we speak, requesting pick up over,” The sergeant said over his radio.

“Copy that 1-1, good work, we are sending the pick up convoy as we speak, ETA 5 minutes, see you back at base, over.”

“Copy that Watchman, 1-1 out,” Saying this, the squad proceeded to cuff, and twist tie all the members of the staff. Once all were binded, they began to carry… and drag them outside the school.

Upon reaching the rear parking lot once more, they sat all the woozy teachers up against the brick wall of the school house. The sergeant, with his hands free once more, went to inspect the two men he had left behind. And to be expected both men hadn’t moved, and had caught the lone security guard, whom of which was kneeling on the ground with his hands cuffed behind his back, and a rifle barrel placed behind his head. Tears of dread streamed down his face as his shook in fear, his lung pattern suggested, he was absolutely beside himself. If the sergeant didn’t know any better, and were perhaps slightly less perceptive, the puddle below the man could have been his own urine if it weren’t for a discarded coffee cup to the right of him.

“Enough, let this man up,” The sergeant said with a stern voice. The two men came over to the quivering guard and picked him up forcefully and moved him over to their leader. The guard quickly looked up at the masked man in terror as his pupils became smaller than they already were as his eyes widened.

“Please, I, I… I don't want to die.. Please I have a wife and two beautiful children!” He said stuttering away. The sergeant shook his head.

“Were not going to kill you, we just need you to be quiet, and comply willingly, you think you can do that young man?” He asked him, his deep voice distorted by the gas mask he still had on. The guard nodded faster than anyone had seen before now.

“Yes, yes of course, anything you say…” He quivered back.

“Good,” The squad leader said. Pulling out a black blindfold he quickly tied it behind the guards head. One of the soldiers behind him, after the wrap was tightened whispered in his left ear,

“This fold comes off before it's supposed to, i'll shoot you myself, and tell your wife and kids that you died in a car accident, you reading me loud and clear fuckhead?” The guard nodded as he began to shake even more now.

“Excellent, now shut up and do as I say,” Just as the soldier said this the sound of loud roaring engines began to be heard. Suddenly down the road came two HUMVEEs and an M35 transport truck. The vehicles whipped into the parking lot and then circled around and stopped closer to the assault team.

A soldier in the lead vehicle stuck his head out of the window and yelled out,

“Alright let's go, we’ve got a schedule to up hold. Pack them in and lets get the fuck out of here!” He said tapping the door of the transport.

Like lightning the soldiers picked up and heaved the bodies of the school staff into the flatbed of the transport truck, sitting them upright and keeping them secure. After getting the guard in last they slid the door of the bed up and locked it into place and gave the rear of the truck a few ferm slams. The sergeant headed around to the lead vehicle and entered it, sliding his Carbine down next his legs and slamming the door shut behind him. He turned over to a radio installed in the transport and picked it up.

“Convoy, turn it over, we're rolling out, maintain dispersion of forty meters between vehicles.” He said then quickly hung up the radio as the convoy sprung to life as they exited the parking lot and headed back up the road.

The squad leader now reunited with the rest of his squad felt complete, as such was his part of the mission. He leaned into his radio and began to speak,

“Watchman, this is 1-1, secondary targets are secure and are on transport, school is clear, over,”

“Copy that 1-1, report back to checkpoint bravo, we’ll send in the second squad once you're back, over.”

“Copy that, 1-1 out.”