>>5609657Favors:
Cameras x3
Floodlights x3
Gangway x2
Marine Assault x2
Rooftop Spotter
A waning moon hides behind a thick layer of clouds, casting an eerie darkness over the humid night. The air is heavy with tension, the unseen electricity of a brewing storm. At the marina, the only sounds are the distant hum of city life, the gentle lapping of waves against the docks, and the occassional creek of a moored boat. Armed guards, hired thugs, and hardened criminals patrol or loiter in small groups. They smoke cigarettes, occasionally break the silence with a joke or a question. They stay watchful of their surroundings. They know what's coming. The only question is when.
They're about to get an answer.
To the north, masked figures scale the chain link fence with ease and hop down, staying in the shadows. To the south, others follow a narrow path through a hidden alley, carefully stepping through a gap between buildings and into the yard.
At the main gate of the dockyard, barely visible in the darkness, a third group of criminals crouches in wait, until an unspoken signal passes between them. They break cover, rushing forward to silently overpower the gate's sentries. The lights immediately covering the front gate are switched off, and then the gate itself is hauled open.
Meanwhile, two speedboats carrying the final groups cut through the dark water with quiet precision. The engines are running low and muffled with soundproofing, the boats' sleek shapes barely causing a ripple in the calm bay waters. The boats are overcrowded with passengers, all eager to get into an advanced position. Was it a tactical decision to disrupt enemy lines, or just a craving for immediate violence? As they near the docks, the passengers exchange brief glances, size up each other's readiness and survival chances, and make last-minute bets.
They're only dark shapes in the distance at this point, but you can vaguely see the outline of them, out there at the end of each pier. BIg luxury yachts, tied to each of the outer stations. One of those is the target. You don't know which. You could always knock politely and ask ... or you could send all three of them to a watery grave. Sucks to be the other two guys.
At the pre-arranged moment, the switch is flipped. The floodlights turn on, a sudden harsh illumination that takes the guards unawares.
You take hold of your weapons. Your heart beats hard in your chest. The fuse is lit. Time to blast.
TURN 1