Well Oiled Killing Machines (3 of 3)

Location: Deep in the jungles of an unknown temperate world.

Jarik Utoni, also known as Specialist 'Burn', scanned the forest for hostiles. He gave the all-clear to Mag and moved forward. little by little they got closer to their objective, a ridge overlooking a secret mercenary compound and their targets, the merc command staff. they got closer to the ridge and Jarik saw the ridge guard. He motioned for Mag and she crept forward slowly getting behind the unsuspecting guard. she placed a silenced pistil under the man's chin and asked;
"Name and rank."
the startled man said; "Private first-class Georges Varmus, service number: 3766383"
Mag thanked him and blew out his brains.
"Get what you need Mag?"
she replied with the voice of the Merc synthesized by an implant in her larynx
"Private First-class Georges Varmus, service number: 3766383"
"I've also got his gear here just in case."
"OK," Jarik looked around, "Set up the observation post here, Sniper there and spotter there. Let's get it done."
For the next three hours they were setting up the post, Jarik had thrown chicken wire covered in a thin semi-translucent brown cloth over the entire area and then proceeded to spray-paint it to match the area's surroundings, Mag had grabbed dirt and small plant's from the surrounding forest and transplanted them onto the chicken wire covering their position and began to move the gear inside. once it was finished no one could have seen it for what it was without being on top of it.

"I have confirmation on three of the targets so far Mag." Jarik said, looking through his scope, his ocular implant automatically matching faces with service tags, "Two more."
"Burn, main target spotted, confirm."
Jarik swung his rifle and aimed it using the shared feed from her ocular implant,
"Target confirmed, Mag get ready, we need to take out ten men in under three seconds."
Mag got on her rifle and was adjusting for her targets when they received a com burst.
Burn, this is Rain, come in Burn
Jarik grabbed the com link and sent off a burst,
"Rain? we're about to execute what's the word?"
We have a Alpha in high orbit awaiting a firing solution
Jarik looked at Mag, her expression matched his own, the code word for Maelstrom was Alpha!
Jarik called it in "Confirm, target grid 45 south 25 west 9 fire-for-effect"
"We are exfil at this time stand by for pickup"
They grabbed their gear and ran back to the dropship, covering what had taken them a day-and-a-half to travel in a matter if minutes. Just then the maelstrom began it's orbital bombardment, huge 1400mm shells pounded into the surface, destroying the forest and the base that they had been watching.
as the dropship began it's accent they saw the carnage wreaked by the maelstrom's concentrated fire.
Mag looked frustrated,
"Our first mission and we can't even take the shot."
Rain's avatar appeared on the holo-display between their seats,
"Operative Mag, taking out ten people in under three seconds is impossible, even for you two, i suggest you thank the RMS Special task force for relegating the maelstrom to hostile space, it probably saved your lives"
"We could have done it..." Jarik looked up, "All ten would have died in three seconds"
Rain's avatar sighed "No one but you thought so, it is your first mission, so congratulations on your success, and survival."
His avatar swiveled to face Mag, "Now child, will you take these sedatives and not puke all over my ship?"