<strong>Agent Mackenzie – CIA – Abandoned observation post</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Any worth wile intel other than the pile of corpses?" he asked. </strong><br/><br/>Mac looked up from the pile of papers as one of the soldiers approached him. Sergeant Fields, he remembered from the briefing. A solid man from what little checking he'd been able to do before coming out here. Mac didn't answer right away, instead allowing his gaze to drop back to the stack of papers as he absently took another drag from his cigar.<br/><br/>“A codebook and a few recon reports,” The agent replied after a moment. “I doubt its anything we don't already have, but my people will take a look at it when we get back.” As he spoke, he began to gather up the pieces of paper and the small book. He doubted there was much for his people to go on, but there was always a chance that he'd missed something and Mac didn't believe in being careless.<br/><br/>After a moment, the agent heard the sounds of footsteps approaching and looked up to see a young man, a boy really, approaching them. Corporal Blacke, the squad's sniper. Young, but talented.<br/><br/><strong>"This was a slaughter...and I think it came from within, rather than without, sir. Nobody, not even the men in the tower, were shot in the head. Their's no bits of brain or skull left behind to indicate that."</strong>Said the Corporal to Fields.<strong>"I'd tentatively suggest that their was a schism within the camp, and some of the men did this before picking up and leaving, possibly deserters. But that's just a hunch, I have no real evidence to back it up."</strong><br/><br/>“That might explain the decapitations,” Mackenzie replied thoughtfully. “Some kind of punishment or execution.” Yet even as he spoke, it didn't feel right. There were too many bodies here for all but a few men to have survived, if any, and they'd all been killed in the same manner. In his experience, observation posts like this didn't tend to house many more soldiers than this, and he doubted only a few could have carried out this kind of carnage.<br/><br/>Even with the element of surprise.<br/><br/>“But I think something else happened here,” He continued after a moment, his gaze leaving the soldiers and turning to scour the ground near the radio station. As he looked, he moved slowly through the area occasionally stopping to kneel down and inspect some seemingly insignificant object or another. It was after nearly five minutes of searching in this manner that the agent came across something that made his blood run cold.<br/><br/>“What the hell?” He muttered as he looked down at a single bullet lying on the ground, flattened and deformed. Picking it up, he turned back to the others and displayed it for them. “This round struck armor, thick armor.” He'd seen many like it before, from small arms that had fired on tanks or other armored vehicles. He continued his search with renewed vigor and after another few minutes came across a few more.<br/><br/>“If I had to guess,” He said aloud. “One man fired these at an armored target...” He trailed off for just a second before looking toward the doorway. “Coming through there.”