The footage began with violent shaking, accompanied by hushed tactical exchanges.
"Confirmed suspected targets. Heat signatures show at least three people. There is a sentry at the east window on the second floor during the day. Marked."
"They're currently rotating through meal shifts. There's a brief surveillance gap, no more than twenty minutes."
More than one steady, restrained breath could now be heard behind the camera.
"Good. Then we breach according to the original plan. Do not kill unless necessary, but if they use abilities, Level One response is authorized."
"Received!"
The clear high-magnification footage advanced along the base of the wall. Under the filtered-light mode, the entire view was tinged green.
The iron gate in front of the building was covered in rust. Two special police officers had already pressed themselves to either side of it, while another held a battering ram.
Then came a low command.
"Three, two—charge!"
A dull impact rang out. The gate sprang inward, and the camera visibly slowed for two steps before rushing in.
At first, pairs of mud-caked boots rapidly crossed the concrete floor. Then the camera tilted up, aiming at another apartment door inside the old residential building.
"Team Three is in position. The smell is strong—it's blood."
The hushed voice beside the recorder carried an unmistakable note of tension.
For this cameraman, that reaction made it obvious that this was not truly his usual line of work.
There was no longer any need to consider breaching charges or explosives.
A rotten wooden door merely waited for a large foot in a black tactical boot to kick it open.
Several fully armed black figures immediately rolled inside!
"Don't move!"
"Don't move! Hands up!"
"All of you, hands on your heads and squat down!"
Unfortunately, they were winking at the blind. The living