Demise

[Boss]

The shuttle touched down in the hangar safely. Fairbanks was made to keep people in, not out. Several of the Marines were dressed in stealth kit, others in body armor, and a handful in loadmaster's coveralls. These last quickly started unloading the boxes as the stealthed marines made their way to the hangar control room. Once there, they patched the security cameras in a repeating loop to hide the shuttle as it disgorged a small army or fully kitted Marines.

"Lieutenant Johnson? We've secured the control room. Squads to sites Delta and Foxtrot are on their way. The rest are holding for distraction teams to site November. Shouldn't be long. We've got the football here, and I'll take it to its destination myself."

"Good. We don't have a lot of time before someone notices our being here. Let's get this done fast, gentlemen."

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"...That's the last one. Four and nine could have gone better, but no use dwelling on that now." They would have time to reflect on the cooling bodies later. "Non-critical personnel fall back to the shuttle and keep it nice and tidy."

Mathers, Stevens, and the stealthed Marines headed for the detention block.