The Emergency Response Team preps themselves just outside the door, readying weapons and checking gear. Hopefully, this'll be a clean sweep. Even better if the 5 confirmed inside are waiting at the entrance and don't put up a fight, but they'll make do with whatever happens. Jacobs is part of this team, doing final checks, making sure nothing happened in the last 10 minutes from the previous check. Mostly just making sure nothing fell out of a pocket or anything like that. Plus there's a pair of American SWAT officers joining them who brough breaching tools along. Honestly, Jacobs is a little excited to see them use one of those C2 charges brought along if the opportunity arises.
Everyone gathers in position right by the front door to the bunker, doing final checks on their weapons, making sure everything is loaded now. For the main entrance, they're going to have to just swing the door open since no one brought something which could breach the blast door. Lucky for them, it's unlocked, so with the youngest on the team braced against the handle, they prep for the squad leader to give the signal.
The squad lead, a veteran of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, breathes once before giving the command, the whole team bursting into action. The rookie grunts, the heavy door swinging open as the man behind him tosses a flashbang in. Once that grenade goes off, the 7-man team floods in, each with guns drawn, sweeping the room for any contacts.
The room itself is empty, leaving little to find aside from the dusty furniture and only other exit to the room being behind a desk. Odd to find a reception room in a bunker under a mountain, but no one has the chance to ponder much before the sound of the door slamming shut behind them startles them all. Everyone spins around wondering what the fuck just happened, whilst the squad lead quickly moves to the door. He pushes on it, and they all breathe a small sigh of relief as the door easily opens again, still unlocked. Good, last thing anyone needs is to get accidently locked in an abandoned bunker.
After verifying with those outside that they're still good to continue, he moves back to his previous position, everyone else getting ready to breach the next door. None of them are startled when the door closes once more behind them, knowing it's not locked.
This time, a couple of swift kicks are delivered to the wood door, snapping its hinges and breaking it inward before two officers the same rank as Jacobs examine the room beyond from opposite sides, SMGs pointing inward.
"Clear of contacts. Just a hallway, two doors, and a large barricade at the end." One of them calls out followed by the rest filling in. Sure enough, it's a rather short hallway on account of a massive pile of furniture having been used to barricade the way deeper. On glance shows it won't come undone easily.
"Watch the puddle." One of his teammates calls out, the rest carefully stepping around it. No one wants to get shocked after all. As they walk, Jacobs hears something any Alberta native should despise: the squeaking of a rat. He grimaces, knowing exterminators are going to have to come here soon to deal with that before it can escape.
Coming up to the two doors just before the barricade, Officer Leank moves up to the door on the left first, pulling out the wand. Well, it's an extendable camera than can be used underneath doors to check the other side, but everyone calls them wands. "Can't see much, looks like an office space but it's absolutely trashed, broken furniture everywhere. No suspects." He calmly calls out before retracting the wand and moving to the right. "Utility closet. No suspects present."
With that info, they get ready to breach into the office. Due to the barricade though, everyone has to stack up on the left side away from the handle, and due to the current tactic being shock and awe, it's time for the Americans to shine. One of them, an Officer Erics, pulls out a C2 charge, planting it on the door right above the handle whilst everyone else braces.
Holding out the clicker that sets off the charge, Eric braces right behind Leank whilst Jacobs stands ready with a flashbang, the pin already pulled, spoon held only by his grip. "Go, go, go!" the lead calls out. A blast sounds out as the door is flung off its hinges and into the room, lights flickering as the explosion jostles some bulbs. Before the smoke clears, Jacobs lobs the grenade through the now wide-open doorway. Once the second explosion sounds, everyone quickly charges in through the lingering smoke, guns ready.
The room is dark, barely lit by light streaming in from the hallway. Seems the breach might have knocked out the lights. Erics spots something as he calls out "Freeze! Lemme see those hands fucker!" Jacobs and everyone else quickly points at what Erics saw, lasers training on it, seeing the figure too. Jacobs doesn't feel right though, that shadow looks massive.
Almost as if to confirm his fears, the lights flicker back on, and the thing roars, looking massively pissed off somehow. "Jesus Murphy...." the rookie says, everyone else silently agreeing with him as it FUCKING LUNGES AT THEM!
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Everyone freezes before triggers are pulled. No one trained to see something that looks at home in a horror movie to be real. Every weapon fires at once, a spray of bullets shooting out. Many go wide from it's speed, but enough hit center mass to stagger it. It just gets more angry though, 9mm from MP5s clearly not doing much aside from cracking some exposed bones, and the Remington wielded by Leank is of similar effectiveness. It charges once more, this time hurling shattered furniture at them.
Now the room devolves into chaos, men moving to dodge hurled furniture whilst others try to get some distance, spraying lead at the monster like their lives depend on it, because it does. Jacobs runs to the right, watching as the rookie is too slow and gets crushed by some of the flung debris, getting impaled through the gut and buried beneath it. "HOLY FUCK!" "JESUS MURPHY!" "WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THAT!?!?" "SHOOT IT! SHOOT IT IN THE FUCKING FACE!" "GODDAMMIT!" The room fills with panicked cries barely heard over the chorus of automatic gunfire.
Jacobs can only struggle to reload as quick as he can whilst hearing Leank scream in defiance. "DIE YOU MOTHERFU-!" His yell is cut off with a sickening crunch. Jacobs doesn't look, focusing on inserting the mag with shaky hands, wincing as it roars again before charging another of his friends.
The squad leader tries to restore some discipline, but his fear can be heard in his orders. "DON'T SPRAY! AIM YOU DUMB- GAH!" Jacobs sees as a stray bullet hits his commander in the leg. Breathing heavily, he tries to steady himself and take aim at the thing's head, but it's a small target on the monster.
"FUCK!" "SHIT!" Two mean yell in panic as it grabs a locked from the wall and hurls it at them. Neither are lucky enough to dodge it, one having his chest caved in, killing him instantly while the other has an arm almost amputated by the sharp metal, bone expose. Jacobs pulls the trigger, trying to fire a controlled burst, but misses most of his shot miss their intended target.
The thing swings a fist at Erics, who was unlucky enough to stumble close to it. "WAI-" His final cry is cut off by his head getting removed from his shoulders. The squad lead dumps a mag into its back as the abomination turns its attention to Jacobs. He can do nothing but watch though as the bleeding and wounded monstrosity slams its fist on the floor, making Jacobs stumble and fall onto his ass.
Now with its quarry on the ground, Jacobs panics as it charges at him, holding the trigger down as it rushes. "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Just before it reaches him though, he gets lucky. A bullet gets it right in the eye, fatally wounding it. The creature's hands grips its' head as it cries out in anguish, Everyone still conscious slapping their hands over their ears as it bellows. It staggers, falling over and just narrowly missing Jacobs, crushing a nearby desk instead.
Breathing rapidly, gun clicking empty despite still being trained on it, Jacobs' mind struggle to catch up with the sight of the abomination not moving. When it registers though, he remembers all the sights of his teammates being slaughtered and wounded. He hurls, coughing as his stomach empties itself onto the floor.
Once he's done with that, he remembers there's still survivors with him. Quickly, he rushes to his feet, looking around the carnage. His commander, no, Derrick, is applying a tourniquet to his let, stemming the bleeding. He'll be fine. Looking around though, there's only two other possible survivors, the rookie, Matthew, and the other American, Gregory if he remembers right.
Gregory is closer, so he's first. Rushing over as fast as his shaky legs will take him, Jacobs checks the man out. sadly, it looks like he bled out, unable to deal with the bleeding in time in the chaos. It may have barely been more than a minute since it happened, but he's laying in a massive pool of blood and he doesn't have a pulse. Another man down.
The just leaves Matthew. This was his first serious mission, and he's not doing good right now. He's still alive though, a relief for Jacobs, but they need to deal with the injuries now.
Derrick walks up behind Jacobs as he pulls the debris off Matthew as quick as he can, the lead of the now decimated team trying to radio in for support. Nothing is coming through though, just static.
Coughing up blood, Matthew grabs Jacobs' arm, making the man stumble as his efforts are interrupted. "I... I can feel... the weight... it's buying... time..." He tells Jacobs. It seems he had an artery nicked, and the weight of a shattered desk on his chest is working to stem the bleeding. He's still mortally wounded though, and in their remote location, likely won't survive the journey to the nearest hospital.
"Tell... Tell my little girl... daddy loves her... and will always... be with her..." He says to Jacobs, the man having silent tears stream down his face. Suddenly the man is hit with a coughing fit, blood filling his mouth. "No no no NO!" Jacobs yells, resuming efforts to free the man as he falls still. Derrick sighs, leaning down and checking his neck for a pulse. After a minute, his head falls as he grabs Jacobs, pulling him away from the corpse.
"Get it together!" He commands his last surviving subordinate, forcing the man to get steady on his knees as the weight of what happened sets in. The room is silent save for the buzzing of the lights. They stay like that for a minute before Jacobs climbs back to his feet and helps Derrick limp to the entrance, leaving that damned bunker. He doesn't want to leave his squad mates behind, but it's just him and his wounded commander, so he leaves the corpses to be picked up when they clear this cursed hole in the ground.
They walk out in silence, tuning out the world as they stagger back out of the front door. Jacobs only feels worse as after setting foot outside, his body feels better, the sensation causing him to stumble, and judging by Derrick's shocked reaction, he felt it too. If only it didn't come at the cost of their friend's lives.