Rain hits the windows of the briefing room as multiple operators sit and listen, as their commanding officer briefs them on the new developing situation.

"Gentlemen, doctrine has changed, peace is no longer an option. Your objective is to insert into Northern France, using a Red Cross C-130 moving towards the human Refugee camp located in Belgium."
The Commanding Officer pauses,  glancing at the operatives in case they had questions, the patch on their shoulder, showing a diamond, surrounded by a few stars, with a skull engraved in the middle of the triangle. Most of the operators had no expression, only staring at the screen.

"Once inserting inside French territory, you will proceed towards Point Dragoon, and ambush a convoy, believed to be carrying Region Minister Emelie Linguin and C.O.A. Minister of Nations, Laura Hoof. Once there, two teams will be separated, the first element will plant explosives on a bridge located south east of the main road." He says, as the presentation slide showed a picture of an old concrete bridge built back in the 1940s.

"Once the explosives have been detonated, the second element will proceed towards the convoy from the treeline, eliminating the sniffers first before taking out security. Once you have the target looking up at the grass or secured, you will exfil to a nearby port North of the road, where a Cargo Ship, manned by PMCs will await your arrival and the target, in a bag or not." He says, the next slide shows the cargo ship and the PMCs of Humans. "If everything goes well, we'll cut two heads off the snake, and we win the war before it starts."

The MARSOC Raiders only had stern expressions, this mission cannot have any errors. It would be the cost of their nation.

"Alright, Any questions?"

Then like that, a Red Cross C-130 can be seen approaching Northern France, the Operators getting ready as they equip their equipment. No word was said, this mission will define the future or end of not only their country, but the world.

"Approaching Drop zone." They heard the pilot through the intercom as they all stood up, equipping their respirators and securing them.

One of them, glanced around the other raiders, seeing their M81 woodland or MARPAT clothing illuminated by the red glow of the cabin as the bay doors slowly opened.

They all got ready, preparing to jump, there can be no room for errors.

Then, they began to jump. One after the other, jumping off the C-130 as the youngest raider, Sergeant Isaac Dallas, jumps out of the C-130, the cold rough wind rushing against his body. His goggles provided some protection and visual view.

Enough for him to see what looked like a flying pole, passing by him as he heard a giant explosion from behind him, he felt the shockwave, it was strong, pushing his body a bit downwards as he moved his head to the side, enough for him to see the distant C-130 now falling to the ground in a now blazing scraps of metal, the raiders that hadn't got to jump yet and the crew, couldn't survive that.

They were compromised.

As he falls to the earth, the mission was compromised, the only thing he could do was carry it forward, That we're his orders.

As he pulls the chute upon reaching the altitude, he descends now slowly. He looked around, the moonlight illuminating the forest. He could make out the distant parachutes of the surviving members of the mission. Everything was compromised, he didn't know how, it was supposed to go smoothly, there was still contingency plans in case something like this happened, so the mission was still a go, just more difficult.

As he hits the ground hard, falling over as the chute covers him, he quickly looks around while packing the chute and hiding it. The forest was dark, his NVGs would come in handy, as he quickly unpacks his kit and puts them on.

He reaches for his comms, while looking around cautiously. "2-5 to actual do you read? Over." He calls through the radio carefully and quietly, trying to reach his CO, only to be met with static. "2-5 to any Groundhog elements, do you read? Over." He asks again, and once again only to be met with static as he curses.

"Comms must've been jammed..." He mutters to himself carefully as he looks around wearly before moving to the rendezvous point, his M4 in his arms as he moves wearly in the darkened, dangerous forest. As he continues and continues towards the forest, he overhears engines as he quickly takes cover, laying on the muddy ground, twigs pressed against his skin and clothing as he stayed deathly silent, as two jeeps passed by on a nearby dirt road.

He stands up slowly, grabbing his M4 as he looks down through his sight, watching the vehicles as he spots the logo of the C.O.A. The Coalition of Animals.

He curses underneath his breath, he still had a job to do, he doesn't care if their extract and other contingency extract fails, all he has is the mission.

The Mission that was doomed to fail from the start.