Local time
Vehicles: six V-22 Osprey transport aircraft.
Combat personnel:
120 Omegas.
5 Alphas.
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Inside a V-22 cabin;
Twenty Omegas wearing AAES were silently checking their equipment.
Near the rear hatch, five Alphas in Biochemical Power Armor sat in identical poses, utterly motionless.
"Everyone, three minutes until we reach the airspace above the target."
After receiving the pilot's reminder, all twenty-five combat personnel rose and braced themselves facing the hatch.
An Omega standing at the very back of the cabin spoke over the comms: "This is Omega Company Commander Andrew Mike. Comms check."
"First platoon, received."
"Second platoon..."
"Alpha, received."
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Hearing Hunk's voice, Captain Mike paused before speaking:
"Good. Communications are working.
Everyone, I'll reiterate our mission objectives.
The first anomaly has extremely bulletproof skin. Remember, killing it is secondary; capture and containment come first.
Machine gunners in each squad, conserve your capture nets.
We've confirmed that two more anomalies are awaiting containment. Do not let your guard down.
Understood?"
"Yes, Captain," a group of Omegas replied.
"Mm." Mike gave a slight nod, then added:
"Omegas, remember that our company designation was personally granted by the Boss.
The Boss and the Colonel are watching us from the Command Center.
So no matter what kind of enemy we encounter this time, we must contain it perfectly!"
"Woo!"
Just as Mike was rallying their morale, the pilot reminded them again: "We've reached the target area. Prepare to descend."
Hearing that they had reached the airspace above the target, Hunk opened the rear hatch.
"Whoosh~" A breeze swept in.
Mike walked behind the Alphas and asked in confusion, "Lieutenant, what are you doing?"
Hunk turned slightly. Green, ghostly light radiated from the eye lenses of his Biochemical Power Armor helmet as he stared silently at Mike.
Then Hunk fell backward,