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oh, fitz. ([personal profile] retravel) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs 2019-01-22 10:45 pm (UTC)

strike team one.

[ They take the caves. Masks on, weapons checked, light on their feet. Steady. Several times, they quicken their pace in a particularly well-lit stretch of the underground with a step through Fitz’s portals. Without the shield of anonymity, he never tested them at distances such as this or held open long enough for multiple persons to pass through. Luckily, it appears he was right in his initial assessment: As far as he can see, they can go. It shaves precious minutes off their journey, and by the time they step into the world again, they’re ready for rapid entry and escape. From then on, it’s silent but for the internal pings of the implant. Daisy’s map overlay indicates other strikes are already in progress, the whole of New Amsterdam taking part in a silent war.

For the moment, the plan that Carter outlined and others shaded in has proven successful. They bust the main apartment door with an assist from Cain on the lock and ascend. ]


Nice work. [ flickers across their locked feed, exclusive to those present here now. Then, it’s the stairs, flight after flight, seemingly endless, with Fitz and Cain at the front, Markus behind them, and Carter bringing up the rear. Around the eleventh floor, a door opens below, and everything stills.

But it’s just someone taking out their bloody bins, wheels squeaking until they catch the lift.

Fitz’s heart threatens to jackhammer out of his chest, the pressure building in his ears. They can’t fail, they won’t fail — perhaps he made that too clear in their condensed strategy session. He’s not a field agent honed by choice, but rather hardened by circumstance. And the last time he led a team like this, he was in the UNA’s armoured boots (capture, not rescue). Good thing he doesn’t have to go it alone. The calls today will be shared, and undoubtedly better for it. ]


Scouts up.

[ The signal for he and Cain to sweep the twelfth floor. No signs of forced entry, even at their target apartment, which the heads-up display on the interface immediately flags with a blinking, green dot. ]

Clear. [ As soon as Cain confirms the same of his end, it’s on him to sort the lock on Patil’s door and step aside, so Peggy and Markus can advance toward the target. A heavy firedoor obscures the stairs, blocking out the sound of footsteps (heavy, rising, synchronised). The UNA are close enough behind them that their lead eases open the door before either scout can check it again. ]

Incoming.

[ Time to see if they stick to the plan of the scout team concealing themselves and coming in behind, or if they even have time to— ]

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