Name: Cal Cassel<br/><br/>Location / Time: Black van, December 20th, 7:30am.<br/><br/>Tagging: Shaun, Deke.<br/><br/>Wearing: Black boots, blue jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket.<br/><br/>At Shaun’s command Cal immediately rose to a crouch and slipped in to the driver’s seat of the van, fired up to be finally commencing this operation after weeks of planning, and hours of waiting in the cramped vehicle. The engine wheezed momentarily with the turn of the key but came to life with a rhythmic whir as he pumped the accelerator, sending a steady cloud of white exhaust in to the cold morning air. The tires groaned against the compacted snow as Cal turned the wheel and merged on to the side street to drive the few short blocks to the house, nodding at Shaun’s instructions as the group leader reiterated his plan of attack.<br/><br/>A knot of anxiety churned in Cal’s gut and his heart pounded against his chest as the they drew nearer the house. Thoughts of the beautiful girls he’d seen on the video feeds innocently going about their morning routine, completely unaware of what was about to happen to them raced through his mind.<br/><br/>He maintained the agonizingly slow school zone speed limit as he quietly spoke the passing house numbers aloud under his breath: “216... 218... 220... Boom, 222.” Rolling just past the clearance in the snow bank that marked the entryway to the drive, Cal glanced up at the picturesque home from his position on the street then smoothly backed the van in to the top of the driveway, ensuring that the rear license plate wasn’t visible to the road and a hasty get-away could be made if needed. A silence heavy with the finality of the moment filled his ears as he turned the ignition switch off and looked to Shaun and Deke, waiting for their signal to move.