many warnings
You've been holed up in the same decaying building for 36 hours, holding the same position in wait of a single face, a single signal. Your eyes are beginning to blur, but you know it will be soon. You've stayed awake for longer periods of time, you're still alert, and your line of sight trails the sandy grounds through cross hairs, catching a twitch of two fingers from around the bend of a distant building composed of more crumbling bricks. You're really beginning to hate the heat, but now is the moment and there is no time to focus on the swamp trails of sweat sliding down your spine. The car approaches.
It is an SUV with more rust than paint, but looks can be deceiving, and the intelligence that buzzes in your ear piece has already told you that the car is plated with armor, the windows are bullet proof. So you wait. A quartet of men in dark shirts and dusty khakis survey the surroundings through sunglasses. They draw guns, but keep them close to the hip. It is a form of preparation rather than true worry of ambush.. that's their mistake. You smile and wait for the final man to emerge from the backseat. This one is in a suit and his shoes are too nice for this kind of terrain. You let them get seventy-five feet before you pick the four gunmen off in a quick series of shots. Each one to the head, then a few to their chests as they begin to slump to the ground, too slow to find cover or even discern where the bullets came from. The man in the suit cowers and ducks at a haphazard run, you pluck a couple of bullets into the sand at his feet for amusement and he freezes. Hands in the air. So traditional.
Two of your team flank on the suited man from the distant doorways of homes they'd taken over the night before. As for what happened to the people that once lived inside those homes, you can't say for sure, but you haven't heard a peep. Leaving witnesses is against the rules anyway, so you don't worry about it too bad. Or at all, really. The suited man does not shout for help, and if he did, it would only mean more bodies on the ground. Your team drags him up the stairs while you monitor the layout below through the scope. No movement, nothing stirs. You keep your eye through the cross hairs even as they drag the man into the room behind you.