User:Revan180193/Story Sanbox2

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Plot overview
Fireteam Kinetic, a Delta Company unit of Spartan-IIIs, are sent to the city of Samansual on Ventrivous to infiltrate an Insurrection group said to operate on multiple worlds. To do this, Kinetic poses as defectors of the UNSC and steals a bio weapon being developed in the city. Unknown to them, another Fireteam working for another division of ONI is sent to retrieve the stolen bio weapon while a third team have accidentally stumbled on the news of Kinetic's defection and is tasked with bringing them in if possible or terminate them.

Prologue
Nova Bio Industries' Research Facility, Samansual, Ventrivous, 0100 local time, April 13, 2556

The alarms were roaring, signaling that there had been a security breach. Not that Hiroshi-D019 didn't know, heck he was one of two that had been the caused of the alarms going off. Hiroshi stepped out from his cover, his suppressed M6H still aimed at the wounded security guard now laying on the floor bleeding from bullet wounds to his left leg and shoulder, his collarbone most likely shattered. Hiroshi spared a glance over at his partner, Zoé-D062. She was dressed in a Black Body Suit with a dark green, almost black, cameo cloak and hood over the suit. A gas mask covered her face but he didn't need to see her face to know that she wore a grim expression as she focused on the mission. Hiroshi was dressed just like her, which made them almost impossible to see the darkness of the room, only the few strays of moon light made their presence known to the naked eye.

Zoé stepped past the bleeding guard and over to a thick airtight glass door, inside was a lab filled with sealed vials and other medical equipment. She began working on the electronic lock while Hiroshi stepped up to the guard. He was still conscious but was going into shock. The guard stared pleading up at Hiroshi and the pistol in his hand, the fear was clear in his eyes. Hiroshi holstered his pistol and raised his right foot, delivering a heavy stomp to the wounded guards head, breaking the man's nose and knocking him out cold.

"Time?" Asked Hiroshi as he looked up at Zoé still working on the lock.

"10 seconds tops" She responded, her French accent as heavy as always.