Two hours he'd been waiting here, the first in position. For two hours Beff waited paitently while the rest of his team moved into their positions.
Stuffy, cramped... There were so many destestful words he could issue to the situation, not that it would do any good but, Beff found that nothing passed the time like having something to complain about.
For the thrid time the Bounty Hunter checked his gear, making sure his stealth skin-suit was working, checking his weapons and, of course, adjusting for the tight suit. Then, almost casually, he checked the time.
Thirty second and counting.
With a casual ease that denied the cramped space, the black clad Bounty Hunter slipped out the pre-loosened grate behind which he had been lurking and dropped the two meters to the floor. He landed soundlessly in the quiet hallway and pressed his back to the wall before clicking his comm unit on with the press of his tongue.
"This is Lead. One, report?"
A reply came back through the unit tucked in Beff's ear, unheard by any others.
"You have the green light," replied the hunter into his mic, then, simply and easily... the lights went out.
No huss, no fuss. No noise and no light save for that small trickle of illumination that filltered through standstorm and clouds into the corporate building.
The darkness was no issue for those of the team, mind you. For those who could not naturally see in low light, optical receptors were worn, granting them the gift of night-sight and heat vison.
His teams were comprised of two mercenaries each, with five teams in total... not counting Beff as lead. With eleven of his top picks in position, it was time to go.
"Two, watch the exterior. Use the remotes if you have to."
Tucking the light repeater under his arm, Beff set off down the corridor towards the lift junction, where he knew, three armed gaurds would be waiting, curious why the elevator was not coming. Little did they know that yet another of his teams was responsible for this.
Sure enough, as Beff rounded the corner, there they all stood... confusion and acticipation dripping off of them like rookies... a natural result of the pheremone being injected into the building via the oxygen circulators... again, the work of one of his teams.
They hardly responded as Beff brought the barrel of his weapon around the corner and let loose with a series of supressed thuds from his silenced weapon. Wasting no time, he quickly slunk around the corner and dispatched the sole remaining gaurd with a quick blow to the soft of the temple.
"Three. Lead in postion, send the lift down."
