You are Lax Antaries, a 26 year old male from the United States of America. You're an ex-Navy SEAL, who has now been upgraded to a high position at the RTES; Random Threat Eliminator Squad. You have been selected for a special team of RT. You wonder what is so "Special", about this team compared to any other Squad. You know your mission, but remind yourself every detail everynight since you were assigned the mission four nights ago. Assassinate Yuri Romanov, a Russian Drug Baron accused of putting a price on the President of the United States of America's head. Simply run in and kill a hundred attackers then frag Yuri at the top somewhere without letting him escape on the helipads. Delta snipers will cover the roof, along with half of Lax's squad. "Tomorrow, tommorow night, my fate will be decided. Die, or stay alive." said Lax with a sigh. He lies down on his bed and closes his eyes thinking about what his new squad would look like. Now that he had been upgraded, he expected them all to be mucho men and women, that knew how to shoot enemies behind them while punching people hopping on one foot, picking their nose. They would be elite! This would be perfect...
	
Lax snaps open his eyes and thrusts out his arm at the looming shadow over the top of him. He grabs hold of the sudden threat's wrist and slams his foot down on their body. Quickly, he throws open the blinds to let in the warm sunlight, and reveal his opponent. To his surprise it's his best friend Ceiko. He releases his grip from her and blushes. "Sorry Ceiko, bad dream I guess." said Lax, "That's okay dude," she rolls over and makes a sideflip upwards. She walks toward him then pushes him onto the bed hard. "I guess I had that coming, eh?" said Lax. Ceiko's lips spread into a seductive smile. "Get up now, we need to be in the mission briefing room, or the general will gouge out our eyes or something involving our excrutiating death." Ordered Ceiko "I think Ill have a shower now," Lax says as he gets up with Ceiko's arms clinging to him.
	The impromtue Briefing room is tight, and the occupants are the worst of the worst. Thats exactly what the RT Generals pay them for. Yasma is seated on the far end, she is a sleek Shaolin assassin who is self taught in tiger claw kung-fu, kali knife fighting among other deadly martial arts, along with sharp shooting skills. Zygot is perched beside her, his skin is as dark as leather, and he is covered from head to toe with gashes and wounds. Regarded by many as a war junkie, Zygot never met a pile of ammunition he couldnt waste in under 2 hours! He was dishonorably discharged for his massacre of 13 allied soldiers with two MAC10 Uzi weapons, that was why he was here. Ryder, Zygots seat mate, is seen picking his breakfast from his teeth with a dagger. He has a mucho build, and a smart mouth; He's pretty much Zygot's clone. He was sent to the RT becasue he had violent tendencies. Finally, lounging at the end with his arm hanging on the corner of the chair is Jatom. His frizzy hair covers his expressionless face. No one knows too much about Jatom, his life was a mystery to all. He was a caring man though, always worrying for people, he was their second mom. Ceiko and Lax approach their chairs but are stopped by the booming "SHUT UP and listen!"
	General Sorkan strides into the room clutching a steaming hot Coffee in one hand. "All of you are total losers and would be dead if it weren't for me, so you owe your country for your stupidity and you owe me. You were all chosen for your criminalistic attributes. You are all lucky to have your worthless hides saved from the other end of the firing squad, but if you fail to comply with my standards, I swear, if you reach home alive, I will see to it, that it's my personal job to kill you! Is that clear?" Sorkan finishes by throwing his coffee down his throat like a shot of whiskey and crushing the Styrofoam cup between his massive fingers. "YES SIR!!" everyone shouts. "You are all about to take on a dangerous mission. You are all aware of the risk, feel free to back out if you dont think you can handle it, I only want determined soldiers, you're gonna die one way or the other." Ryder confidently steps up. "Sir, I do not wish to be a part of this pointless conquest. I have much higher qualifications then these low lifes. I wish to be relieved of my duty SIR. I don't care if I die, but not on some crap ass mission like this one, SIR!!" "As you wish soldier," Sorkan said more hushed than ever before, He raises his pistol and pops a shot into Ryders head. "Is there anyone else?" asks Sorkan glowering at the remaining RT squad, but there is no response. "Good, follow me please."
	The squad followed Sorkan. They received their equipment from the munitions hangar and loaded them or set them up. They put on their uniform, board a jet shortly after, and by then it was nearing night time. The Jet was flown to Komsomolsk, eastern Russia. The squad depart the plane and board Black hawk helicopters. On the hawks, the squad gear up in to thier uniforms. It's a black shirt with a tight gray coat, still allowing maximum flexibility. They wear either gray pants or green camouflage pants. The plan is once again revised; Ceiko, Jatom and Yasma will do a rope slide on to the roof and secure the helipads so Yuri or no one else could escape. Zygot and Lax would do a Halo jump from the helicopters and parachute at about 40 meters down, dangerous but effective. The final moves would be fighting their way to the top and flush out Yuri where he would be fragged. It was fool proof!!
	Zygot and Lax strapped on their parachutes, goggles then jumped simultaniously aligning themselves into head first position. They felt the rush of wind against their goggles and face. It was so fast, they had already fallen half of the way. Lax and Zygot both pulled their rip cords making their bodies swing upwards. Then they both saw it: about eight flashes of light! That meant one thing in war: DUCK!! The bullets skimmed past their ever so fast reflexes. Then more lights appeared, this time they weren't so fast. One of the bullets struck Zygot's parachute, it deflated and fell. With total luck, Zygot took off his parachute and grabbed onto Lax's leg. A few more bullets skimmed past Lax's body, "ARGHH!!!!" he screams in pain as the burning sensation eats into his skin.
	They both detatch their parachutes, jump onto the cool snow and begin to run west, toward the skyscraper. Zygot and Lax both load their weapons and watch in the near distance, the Black hawks drop their team. The birds begin to fly away but an artillery cannon implanted on the mountains finds it first... "RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT...
	BAOOMM!!!", it explodes with a large flash of light and smoke. "Good, they are safe. Zygot, you're going to get up to the top and give sniper cover with the delta team" says Lax, "I'm gonna help you man! I'm not staying out here!" replies Zygot with a worried look on his face,"You're going to be more help out here! Snipe any men who attempt to use the artillery cannons, copy?" "Copy Sir!" replies Zygot with a determined expression. Lax hails the other Hawk and gives the thumbs to Lax as he holds out his M9 in front of him looking in the front door.