A special ops in snow camo watches thru goggles, confused. As... humans wearing thin military clothes walk in the freezing cold with no issue? How? Confused, they watch, as the guards are highly armed. Eventually, its reported back to the operations center. As they report gun men positions, and more, finding the best as highly defended as any military base. As the CIA director reads the reports, in the command center himself, the military commanders around him watch unsure. He says "It seems... the data is correct." His eyes betray a silent horror, that give cold feet to the generals. "Reguardless, the goal is to destroy the enimy, while preserving the interior, and all data, and... oddities."There is a silence. Before one general says "I would recomend then a duo approtch. Most forces approtch the front, biring in tanks, and air bombings. But aim to avoid the main structure at all costs. But aim to prevent retreate. We will help this by having infiltrators enter the facility in the heat of the cayous. As they work to disterb order from the inside, and... preserve your oddities director." One general says annoyed "However... your vagueness in this operation is... annoying." The CIA director nods "its necessary. Notify the infiltrators to be ready for... oddities, in hostile, or passive forms, and to... preserve data."
Delta Force prepairs, as they move in the snow in heavy gear. Waiting near a treeline to a wall full of guards. As... Gunfire begins to be heard, as helecopters fly in, firing upon guard towers, and trucks move in with military men. The Delta Force waits for other guards to be distracted, before they begin to run. As a helecopter flies by, destracting the guards even more. As they run, they shoot up a rope, as they begin to climb. As the cayous destracts many. Meanwhile, on the battle field. Soldgers run out, as they fire weapons at other soldgers in less... thick winter gear, who move faster, and seem stronger. Ones arm is shot off, as they scream like a beast, and jump 3m onto a person. As the military men continue to fire upon it, in a panic. They... begin to understand the meaning of 'oddites' said in the breifings. As the infiltrators slip over the wall, they find themselves behind the first defensive perimeter. Their objective is now to penetrate inward while chaos distracts outward defenses.
As they approach, and begin to climb down the guard stations. They notice a utter lack of cameras, as then loud sirens begin to play from the facility. As they exit the guard towers, and begin to run thru the snow, one by one, to the main building, as they pass by the parking lot. They begin to face fire. As they begin to return fire, at the guards. As they work to enter the interior. Guns go off constantly, as smoke grenades, and regular ones go off, and they manage to enter. Not without damaging the back entrance they went thru. As they run thru, they face more guards, as one engages in melee, another infiltrator member shoots the guards head, but notice just a single set of physical attacks, broke bones in there collages body. "TARGET THE HEADS, AVOID PHYSICAL CONFRONTATION!" The leader orders.
As soon, combat begins in proper. Guns firing across hauls, sterile hospital like. As they kill guards, clearing areas. Until... they notice the guards thining out. As two of there team of 12 are out, one dead, one injured. As they walk, they notice... abandonment. They watch live, as a heavly injured guard smiles at them, yells cult-ishly "For the great one!" Before, biting down... as the man dies. Suicide? As they enter a lab, they notice signtists already shaking in fear, ready for them. Hands up. One says "P-Please... they... they... they are readyin-" The man cuts out, as a loud beep goes off over the intercomm... before... all the signtsits explode at the neck. Spraying blood everywhere. The delta force is shook, as they realize... this force would rather self-destruct, then allow them to learn there mystories. Soon, they arrive at the file room, as they notice fire eating away at files, they throw out a few fire supresents, as slowly... the fires stop, with files intact. As they move elsewhere, they begin to split stratigicly, but within range to reinfornce each other. Heading deeper, as they notice signs calling areas 'Stage 1 Holdings', 'Stage-Prep Holdings F', or 'Stage 2 Holdings'. Some of them approtch Stage 2 Holdings, as they move, and look at a interface besides a sealed huge metal door, 3m wide. There is many such cells across the hallway.
As they move, and see... 'Product ID 1821', 'Product ID 1922', etc... listed on removable placards next to each door. Some with no label. They notice... a utter lack of guards. But keep there will up. As they hear over there comms "Check the holding cells, and make sure the subjects are still within." They are confused, as they move to a random cell, and slide open the flap, the member of the team looks, as his eyes... shift, as he sees a woman crying, as massive butterfly wings seamingly are molted half out of her back, the ground covered with blood, as the woman quitely sobs in a padded room, with red lights. He backs away closing the slot, shaking. As he mutters "Uh-uh... s-subjects are still VERY present in the holding cells." He seems shaking by what he saw, the others notice clearly. The orders comm over comms "Focus on Stage-Prep, and inform captivies there of there safity. Other teams are arriving as we speak, it seems the Evotorium has given up resistance. Infultration team focus on reaching the higher ups, and preventing sabatoage of data if possible."
As more teams move in... its looking up. But to none of the soldgers it feels like victory... these... guards felt suicidal, willing to die without restrant, and were utterly inhuman, killing many just from short-range combat. While, they did manage to win. It did not feel like victory. As the team of infiltrators reached the top levels of the facility, they confermed... all signtsits had been blow up... from implants in there necks. Most guards fought with there final straw, or when they saw it was doomed, just... suicided without hesitation for some 'great one'. While... they find the biggest, fanciest office, and find it empty, with some files burned to ash, and some clothes laying on the ground, and that is all. No innocents were... harmed? The CIA director sits in the war room, as confused, and horrified talks fill the generals. He thinks, then realizes... "Oh..." There is a quite. As they look at him. "That... as there strategy..." They are confused "What is?" The director says "They... want to force us the logistics... of there victims." The director thinks for a while. Then says "The only option is that then..." As he sighs. Gets up, and yells "Ok! Now then..." As everyone stands at command. "We need to work logistics... every signle subject in that facility needs to be... well... reviewed, and cared for. Becuase they are the evedence of atrocity." One general asks "What the fuck even are they?" The CIA director says "That... i will be honest with you. The soldgers i don't know, but... as for the... well... subjects in those cages. They were all kidnaped humans... transformed. We need to now collect evedence, treat them well... and... *sigh* god... this is going to be a long day, but we need to treat them like pepole, even if they don't look it. Until we can verify the scientific nature of whatever the hell was done to them."
One... military officer asks "C-Can... we get more intel. This can't be kept hidden given the raw... numbers of uneffected humans in the stage-prep zones... and... the effected... elsewhere." The man nods, as he pulls out a USB from his pocket. "All the data we got from task force Vangard. A secret invesitation that revialed this to the CIA. Feel free to read it. This is too big now for them to cover up. We won... even with this... cost. It... was never going to be clean."