Captain Morrison sat playing absent-mindedly with his gun as the helicopters flew low over the terrain, heading for their landing zone. He'd read the mission plan six times and still wasn't comfortable with the landing zone, but he'd been told they did this now or they didn't do it at all. He was glad he'd been given free reign to pick the two squads, he didn't need fresh-faced kids on a mission like this.<br/><br/>As the helicopters touched down on the ground the two teams jumped out, Morrison signalling for the others to form a perimeter.<br/><br/>"Tal," he said, walking over to the comms expert who was sat a short distance from him. "Send a coded message to Orion Base, tell them we've made landfall and will make contact with them once the mission is complete."<br/><br/>As Tal set about his work Morrison looked around him. He couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong, their approach to the landing zone had been a little too quiet for his liking. Oh well, he thought to himself, this should be done in no time.<br/><br/>"Petr," he called to one of the pilots as he turned around. "I want you t-"<br/><br/>He didn't finish his sentence, an instant later an explosion engulfed one of the two helicopters, the force of the blast knocking him off his feet. He was alive but he'd been knocked out cold as burning wreckage fell around them. One helicopter had been destroyed entirely and the other was a burning wreck, barely recognisable as the sleek craft it had been moments before.