Entry Five - Silence
We moved through the building silently from room to room. I looked over my shoulder at my masked partner in black behind me and she nodded after we stacked on an open door way. I turned through the doorway with my Mark 3 Morita raised, and found myself standing outside of the building on a grate bridge that led around the corner to a Ladder. However standing at a railing directly infront of me was a Draconian Trooper who had his hands on the railing over looking the valley from where he stood. Slowly I raised my fist to halt the squad following behind me and then held up a single finger. I approached cautiously lowering my rifle, and then peeked the corner for an additional Trooper. When I saw none I continued my approach slowly pulling my knife from the sheathe on my belt. With a single fluid motion I raised my free hand up putting it over his mouth, and slid my knife through the flesh of his chest past his sternum and directly into his soft heart. He made only a small surprised sound, and then immediately went limp in my arms. I slowly, quietly dragged him back to the building the squad was in, and laid him in the corner. My partner who was just as professional as I was had already moved out of the door way in front of me to clear the rest of the walk way. I finished up with the body, and followed her out; the rest of the squad followed on behind quietly. There was an elevator at the end of the small bridge that led to the bottom, but we knew immediately that would not be an option. Not only would it be loud, but if we took it then we put ourselves in a kill box. Silently my partner gave me a hand signal and pointed at the railings. Having been trained thoroughly for so long I knew immediatly my partner was asking me to set up a lizard line. I pulled my line from my pack, and tied it around the railing. Instead of tossing the line down like normal Troopers would I held onto the slack in one hand, and used my other hand as a brake. I hopped over the railing after attaching the line to my rigging, and slowly desended to the ground below. When I hit bottom, I removed the line and gave my partner the signal it was clear to come down. After the squad had followed down a few hand signals were given and we split up from the team to take an overwatch position. We crossed from where we hit the floor to a small wooden shed where another Guard stood with back towards us. My parter tapped my shoulder and indicated for me to distract him. She crawled through a small slat hole, and I turned to look back at the Guard who was just out of reach. When I saw she was in position I made a sound. "Psst. Hey.." I whispered to him. He turned to look at me, and found himself instantly gurgling on his own blood as the end of a knife busted through the front of his trachyea. My partner dragged his limp, and dying form into the darkness of the building, and put him clean out of his misery. I nodded to her in appreciation of her talents before we moved across the small clearing at a crawl, and climbed up a small cliff face; Then turned to watch as the squad moved up under cover towards our objective. I flipped on my scope, and looked down over the valley watching as the rest of the team moved silently over obstacles taking down targets of opportunity. I saw a Draconian on a hill turn around and spot one of my team mates who was making his way over a small rock, and I took that opportunity to put the man down before he raised the alarm. My supressed Mark Three huffed softly, and the man dropped like a sack of bricks.
