(Author's Note: This post runs concurrent to Target Ravenlock: Solid Waste Facility and Target Ravenlock: The Ruins of Public Works.)
Military Installation 7685903 - Temple District
The other two might be having an easy time with their recons. He'd gotten the more difficult of the three to get into.
He didn't have the infiltration experience that Leo had, although he knew all of the same tactics - his specialty in the Marines had been in intelligence rather than front-line combat. That wasn't to say he didn't have experience in other things as well, and the combat experience he'd lacked in the Corps, he'd gotten since the Ranger Project had been conceived and they'd become a 'deniable asset' for various military operations, amongst other things.
As soon as he came in range of the weapons depot, he knew - before the sensor readings even scrolled across his display - that there would be no easy entrance here. Military facilities might be left unguarded, but never in his experience were they unmonitored.
And surely enough, the building was wired. Alarms stood out to his sensors, just as expected - he would have been suspicious if there had been none. From what he could tell, every entrance was monitored and access-controlled...which meant he would have to find another way in.
He touched down on the roof in near complete silence, settling into a crouch so as to absorb the weight of his landing. There was an access hatch up here, but if the entrances below were alarmed, this one would be too.
And so there was only one solution: he would have to make his own door.
The pulse generators in his hands were set for a tight, intense beam suitable for cutting before he stood again, and he directed one down to the roof below his feet as he walked a circle large enough for he and his rather bulky suit to fit through. The bright beam slashed out and through the material easily. He took care to bevel the cut inwards - he didn't want his makeshift hatch to fall in and create a ruckus that might draw the attention of any guardians that might be inside.
As soon as it was done he knelt and lifted the plug out of the way, getting his fingers under the edge and picking it up easily with the suit's powerful artificial musculature and setting it aside. Hopefully, the way he had cut it - and if all went according to plan - he could put it back and no one would notice the damage for days, perhaps weeks.
The cloak was engaged, and he dropped through the hole in silence for whatever was waiting below...
Military Installation 7685903 - Temple District
The other two might be having an easy time with their recons. He'd gotten the more difficult of the three to get into.
He didn't have the infiltration experience that Leo had, although he knew all of the same tactics - his specialty in the Marines had been in intelligence rather than front-line combat. That wasn't to say he didn't have experience in other things as well, and the combat experience he'd lacked in the Corps, he'd gotten since the Ranger Project had been conceived and they'd become a 'deniable asset' for various military operations, amongst other things.
As soon as he came in range of the weapons depot, he knew - before the sensor readings even scrolled across his display - that there would be no easy entrance here. Military facilities might be left unguarded, but never in his experience were they unmonitored.
And surely enough, the building was wired. Alarms stood out to his sensors, just as expected - he would have been suspicious if there had been none. From what he could tell, every entrance was monitored and access-controlled...which meant he would have to find another way in.
He touched down on the roof in near complete silence, settling into a crouch so as to absorb the weight of his landing. There was an access hatch up here, but if the entrances below were alarmed, this one would be too.
And so there was only one solution: he would have to make his own door.
The pulse generators in his hands were set for a tight, intense beam suitable for cutting before he stood again, and he directed one down to the roof below his feet as he walked a circle large enough for he and his rather bulky suit to fit through. The bright beam slashed out and through the material easily. He took care to bevel the cut inwards - he didn't want his makeshift hatch to fall in and create a ruckus that might draw the attention of any guardians that might be inside.
As soon as it was done he knelt and lifted the plug out of the way, getting his fingers under the edge and picking it up easily with the suit's powerful artificial musculature and setting it aside. Hopefully, the way he had cut it - and if all went according to plan - he could put it back and no one would notice the damage for days, perhaps weeks.
The cloak was engaged, and he dropped through the hole in silence for whatever was waiting below...