Footsteps echoed through the hall as Connor and nine other men ran through it, their target being a large door at the end. They made little noise besides the sound of their weapons and equipment bouncing up and down with their running motions. Each squad member was decked out in black armor that covered their entire body, balaclava over their faces and helmets with visors on top of their heads. Coming out of a door halfway through was a man dressed in a kevlar vest and ski mask armed with a rifle. Connor raised the sight of his rifle up to his eye, sighted, and shot. It was a clean headshot and the suppressor made sure that nobody in the building would hear it. Connor sprinted forward and caught the body before it hit the ground, gently lowering it to the ground with almost no noise at all. He raised his head towards two of his squadmates, pointing to the door the hostile had emerged from. He watched them slowly creep in and use wire to silently take down two more hostiles. They moved silently through the hall, quietly opening and clearing each room as they passed it, slowly approaching their target door at the end of the hall. Connor reached the door first, stacking next to it with four others on one side, five more officers stacked on the other side.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The door is open</span><br/><br/>"Set the charge." Connor said to the man next to him, Luke, his second-in-command on this operation. He could not risk simply opening and clearing the room, a breach would stun anyone on the other side of the door and kill anyone at point blank. Assuming the hostiles were not holding the hostages directly on the other side of the door it should be a safe call. Simply opening the door would get the hostages killed just as quickly as anything else. He knew the room was small enough that the breach would be effective. Three other teams were all over the building, two were already in position to clear out their respective rooms full of hostages as well. They needed to be synchronized in their effort to save them or they would be executed. Connor placed a hand to his headset as Luke tied a charge to the door's handles.<br/><br/>"Is everyone in position?" he asked.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The door has been opened</span><br/><br/>"Yes sir, waiting for confirmation." a voice replied.<br/><br/>"Ok then." he pointed at Luke, who held the detonator in his hand. Luke nodded and pressed the button. The charge exploded and the door was blasted in.<br/><br/>Then a second flash went off.<br/><br/>And then a loud bang deafened him, fire engulfing his vision. Then whiteness filled his eyes and every fiber of his being.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The door has been opened</span><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><span style="font-style: italic">The door has been opened</span><br/><br/>Connor's eyes snapped open and he let out a gasp of air as he came out of his dream. He almost fell over as he made the motion to sit up out of bed before he realized that he was actually standing up. Whiteness still filled his vision and he placed his hands to his eyes as if thinking that would quell his momentary blindness. Eventually everything came into focus and he was able to see once more.<br/><br/>He was in the center of some sort of foyer, standing on the edge of a circular rug that represented some of the only color that existed in the room. The place looked old, antiquated even. It was some sort of house or mansion. The floor creaked beneath him as he shifted his weight forward. He patted his hands over his body as if to reassure that he was real, he had no idea how he got here and he thought he was having some sort of lucid dream as he was having earlier. He looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing his brown trenchcoat and a white shirt and pants. He never remembered putting this outfit on. He felt his head and ran his hand through his long brown hair. He ran his hands over his face and felt the roughness of his face and beard go over his palms. Ok, he was him and this was real. At least it felt real...this could all be some very very lucid dream. He looked around him and saw other people were in the room with him, each doing their own activity. One was busy reading something on an arch that decorated the room, another few were engaged in conversation. Others were investigating other areas of the foyer. He took a few steps forward and the floor creaked more as he moved. One foot in front of the other.