Orders From the Top

S1: E8

(December 27th, 2548 - Planet Below) [Aoric POV]

Aoric: *quietly looking over his equipment as he listens to the mission briefing, currently waiting for word from the ONI spooks after all the logs he's been sending them.* Still no new orders yet.... Makes me wonder if something's up.

North Dakota: *over comms.* [Team A, you look clear. Window is open. Start your clocks. On my mark. Mark.]

Carolina: Sync. Roger that. Team A is moving.

**Aoric and the others able to feel as Team A's pelican drifts to the right in order to deploy them.**

Aoric: *racking the bolt back just enough to make sure the first round isn't going to jam on it, before letting the bolt fly forwards again. Not yet prepared to fully load his Stanchion.* This is where the fun begins.

North: [Copy that Carolina. Good luck Team A.]

Carolina: Thanks. We won't need it.

**Once Team A is dropped off and secures the building. Washington and Maine are up on look out. Aoric having his SMG in hand as he takes point to scan the area, regardless of how much it annoys Carolina that she's not in the lead.**

Carolina: We're in. York, get up here. How long to crack that lock?

York: Should take about 60 seconds. You can give me 15.

Aoric: *thinking to himself as York inspects the lock.* Where the hell is everyone who works here... for a corporate office like this one, you would expect to see at least a full office of workers malingering around and standing around in the halls. Much less office workers and management to make sure everyone is where they're supposed to be. Not just troops, like this is some kinda military post. *glancing at the vault door.* Something's not right. This... this isn't adding up at all.

York: Wow, it's a holographic. That's high-end.

Carolina: Can you get through it?

York: Of course I can. You didn't bring me along for my good looks, did you? Whoever designed this is a genius.

**An alarm sounds.**

Aoric: *sighing as he scans the area for any additional hostiles. Before watching the halls carefully.*

Carolina: You were saying?

York: Ok, I take it back, whoever designed this is an asshole. There.

**York successfully picks the lock, opening the doors to the Vault.**

York: Everybody in.

Aoric: *heading in to secure the room.* Copy. *hearing the others behind him as he scans the area.*

Carolina: Thanks York, but do something about that alarm system. We don't need anymore surprises.

York: Does saying sorry count as something?

**Carolina gives York a glare as Aoric looks around to attempt to disable as many cameras as he can find in the room.**

York: Hmm. Guess not.

Carolina: We'll secure the package. Set some trackers, then find us a way out of this.

**Carolina, Washington, and Maine enter the Vault.**

York: Moving.

**York leaves as Aoric rips the final camera out. Tossing it to the side as he grabs his SMG again.**

Aoric: Room is secured.