Kirk shakes his head lightly as a small smile curls the ends of his lips.  "Nice signal Nine."  He half chuckles under his breath before giving a signal to the pilot to head in.  "Find a way to take out those turrets and lets get this bird on the ground long enough for us to unload."  The gunners made quick work of taking out the turrets before the war bird came in for a quick landing.  four commando teams of 6 leaped out of side exits.  Each team comprised of 3 mods and 3 humans.  With Kirks team carrying Nine's equipment between them the four groups made their way to badly beaten in doors.  'Now where the fuck is Nine?'  Kirk thought as he gave silent hand signals for his teams to disperse to their prearranged targets.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>13A hissed and cursed to himself silently as he and his friends avoided one angry pack of GenCorp's security personnel after another.  At one point they had overtaken one such group relieving them of some of their armor and weapons in the process as they made there slow but sure progress to the place known as area 144.  Not that any of them had any clue to its name let alone the nature of the kind of place they were hell bent to find.