The Compound

The door flew from through the hinge. Flashbang removed from it's pin.

You hear my soldiers stomping on the roof with their Timbs. Knock out

the lights. Had the guards esophagus sliced. Thermal

vision activated. Targets locked in my sights. Masked

men propelling down from the roof. Military

compound being swarmed in by thousands of troops. All you hear is

the sound of our boots as we move through the shadows. No traces

of muzzle flash when we shoot em with arrows. Choke em

out with the strings from a harpsichord. Mad erratic

battle tactics taken straight from Sun Tzu's "Art of War".

Snapping necks. Watch his skeleton pelt. Take

advantage of the confusion and this level of stealth. Grabbed a

blade started slashing veins. M4 Launching frag

grenades. Cracking frames so hard that you could see half the brain.