[yes, this is The Syndicate, yes, you'll understand why I mention this here I do believe][expect some authors notes]
The six men stood together in the garage. The last of them put on his helmet and picked up the bag of C4 "Guns loaded and readied."
They loaded into the van, with two of them getting in the cab. As the van moved the four men in the back bowed their heads and prayed to their individual gods. They came from different religious backgrounds, different situations growing up, but now they were all criminals. Equal in the eyes of all their gods.
They drove near the prison and stopped for a minute. "Stick to the plan. Get to the target, extract, and take out anyone who gets in our way or spots you without your helmet. Prisoners included, except the fucking target, don't want a repeat of Venice."
And with that the driver hit the gas and they rammed through the fence. They heard bullets ping against the armored plating on the van as they drove to the wall. Once the van stopped the six of them jumped off and moved to the wall.
The man with the C4 set it in place to blow a hole into a maintenance tunnel through which they could get into the prison itself. Once the bomb was in place they moved to cover behind the van and set it off. Once the fire and brimstone died down the six of them moved into the tunnel and started moving towards the objective, with the two in the lead firing at any tangos that moved into view.
As they reached a doorway into general population they heard a shot and the men in the back turned and opened fire. "Tangos behind us! We'll keep the exvil secure, get the target!."
The other four move into the prison. As a guard stepped around the corner the leader fired a shotgun shell into the man's knee, causing him to fall to the ground. The leader walked over to the now disable man and asked "Where is Burns?"
"Cell one-oh-four! Please don't kill me, I have kids, a wife, please!" The man pleaded.
"Thank you for the information. Tell your wife I'm sorry." Leader said, motioning to his men move to the objective. Almost done, one last job and he was out.
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