The flash-bang does its work, catching all six soldiers in its blast. The soldiers begin to yell and grab at their eyes, dropping their weapons.

One the flashbang goes off, Senor Garcia rushes up the stairs, his Magpul PDR-D
raised and ready to fire. Upon getting to the door, he peels left (hoping the person behind him peels right, and the third person enters to the center) as he begins to rapidly fire two rounds (i.e. double taps) center mass into each of the four well apparently six soldiers present.

Although suppressed the bullpup rifle’s shots still emit a loud crack which is even more accentuated due to firing indoors.

Strike (burst/rapid fire) +6
19:49, Today: Secret Roll: Senor Garcia rolled 49 using 5d20 with rolls of 10,2,16,11,10.  Strike rolls double tap/burst) +6.

Auto dodge +3
19:51, Today: Secret Roll: Senor Garcia rolled 48 using 5d20 with rolls of 11,14,13,3,7.  auto dodges +3.

Action 1: unat 16, 32 dmg
Auto dodge unat 14
Action 2: MISS
Auto dodge unat 17
Action 3: Unat 20, 42 dmg
Auto dodge unat16
Action 4: Unat 17, 42 dmg
Auto dodge unat 6 (FAIL?)
Action 5: Unat 16, 18 dmg
Auto dodge unat 10

Spymaster flips his bo from his back and calmly walks through the other two guards while the stick spun silently except for two sound thwacks as the tips of the bo struck the junctures of neck and shoulder on both guards.

OOC: Knock Out/Stun attacks on the two guards, to hit rolls 30,30,
number of melee rounds dazed 2,1, or unconscious (if fail to save)

As Señor Garcia and Spymaster eliminate the squad Nicholas Temper smacks the guy shouting orders with the butt of the veteran's rifle. "Right", he says, "you wouldn't be with the spandex set if you weren't at the top of your own profession. These guys didn't stand a chance."

As the shouting fool is silenced, a moment passes and then the noises of the surrounding rain forest reassert themselves. All opposition is gone.

Bringing up the rear, Alison grinned, "Bit of luck never hurts neither. Come on boys, we still got a job to finish." She moved to lead them into the house, trusting her luck to keep them alive.

Senor García looks at Spymaster and Nicholas Temper “Make the tangos you took out are secured so they don’t raise any alarms when they wake up.”  He then looked over the weapons of the men he had killed, and those who were lucky enough to had just been knocked out, determining if they had rifles and pistols or just one or the other. With each weapon he removed the bolt and placed in a drop pouch located on his gun belt. He also checked to see what kind of comms they had (radio, cell phone, landline etc).

The guards were taken down on the deck (concrete overlaid with redwood) without ever getting a chance to fire their M14's. Nicholas Temper quickly zipties those still breathing. There was some patio furniture on the deck, but it has been tossed to the right of the stairway and lies in a small pile.
The living/recreation room, inside the door, has modern furniture in silvered metal and black.Throw pillows and large cushions litter the floor. There is also a pool table, a wet bar, and a projection screen. The entrance is lower than the rest of the living room, and there is a step up at the dashed line.
There is a framed picture of Chinilayan Presidernt Carlos Calvione being inaugurated on the wall. Attached to the screen on the wall is a sophisticated signal descrambling unit.

Paragon will go over and have a look at the scrambler.

"I believe what you have there is a high-speed signal decoder with rotating keys. They're usually used for hard-wired communications between permanent installations. It's probably for military transmissions between the president and the nearest base installation."

Paragon said, "Okay. Anything you guys want to look at or do we move on?"

Nick Temper looks confused, pointing to Spymaster and Señor Garcia he says, "Huh. I just got a text from Flagg. He says to tell you guys Major Harris is at the electrostatic cannon. That can't be Oliver Harris, I thought they kicked him a long time ago."

Spymaster raises his eyebrows, then turns to Señor Garcia and says, "you should go. We both know he's on the list."

As Senior Garcia pulled 4 of the 20 round M-14 magazines from the dead bodies he had shot and deposited them in his drop pouch he responded to Paragon. "See what you can get without compromising our position, anybody using seven point six-two NATO should grab a few of these M-14 mags as reloads." Although the M-14 magazines were not compatible with his Mk 20 SSR Battle/Sniper Rifle, the ammunition carried within them was.



Seeing that one of the men he had shot still had life in him, Senor Garcia drew his knife and plunged it in the man's heart. Better to give the man a quick death then dying slowing from a mortal wound, he responded to Nick. "Our comms may have been compromised, don't respond."

Senor Garcia contemplated what Spymaster says. "It's a dammed if we do and a dammed if we don't situation. If we respond on comms, we give away our existence. If we send two people that direction to warn the others verbally it could reduce our ability to accomplish our mission."

Temper nods at Señor Garcia, and retrieves a few magazines.

Paragon picked up a spare mag, but since she hadn't fired yet only one. "If it's my call, you stay. We came here for a reason, the others can handle whatever gets thrown at them."

"I agree, let's go accomplish our mission."

With a nod and uncharacteristically genuine grin, Spymaster says ”good. Don’t need any more lies between me and the kids, memory isn’t what it used to be.”

Upon hearing something over the radio, Senor Garcia responds.

“Flying the nuke straight up into the air won’t help when or if it goes off. If you’re going to try and move it away take it out to sea and drop it into the ocean .”

Before saying the last part of his radio transmission he looks to the others, it wouldn’t matter if they were a mile away or right next to the bomb if it went off.

“Or bring it to me. I can probably disarm it.”

"I think this place is empty, el presidentè and his family only use it for relaxation. I'm guessing they're not here. So, why would the pair of rebels at the bottom of the stairs be assaulting it? Why would there be such a large welcoming committee if they knew those two guys were coming?"

Paragon was excited now. "Come on let's find out."

Spymaster backs into the house, watching Captain Justice and the bomb. "I think we should get under cover.", he says.

In reply to Spymaster (msg # 44):

Senor García looks around for any evidence of the building having a basement. “Let’s hope this place has a basement or below ground floors.”

She followed the boys, not worried about any old bomb. She was the bomb. "I bet there is a secret lab or something down here." She laughed a little in earnest excitement.

As they move through the house, carefully sweeping through the rooms before passing the rooms by, the most obvious thing is the lack of any people. There's evidence that there were people. A fresh cup of coffee on a nightstand beside an unmade bed. Glasses of ice water with ice that is partially melted.