Wow dA, way to screw up my good indentions and the like. Names are still being decided, for the fic and the humans. Good luck.
Rushing wind was the only sound flowing through Roger Mason's ears as he sat in the Blackhawk's open door. The chopper was quiet, outfitted for high stealth, deep penetration missions. He sat, keeping to himself, constantly running through the plan in his mind. Rappel down, 4 seconds. Two Militiamen, 100 meters to the west. Three more in the tower 275 meters north, 10 meters high. Watch the corners; beware of tangos responding to shots… On and on he sprinted through, knowing exactly where and when to expect trouble.