Chalk sits in his seat, twiddling his thumbs and resting his elbows on his knees. The transport rocked back and forth as it passed through the turbulence in the clouds above the south. "We're approaching the LZ, sir." the pilot said over comms. Chalk did nothing. His guard leaned over, tapping Chalk on the shoulder, and he looked at him.
"We're approaching Nashville, sir." the guard said, and Chalk simply nodded.
"ETA?"
"Two mike."
"Copy."
Chalk stood up, pulling the rifle from his back and pulling the charging handle back, chambering a round, and slinging the weapon back over his back. He drew his pistol, pulling the slide back and chambering a round, and wrapping his hand around the suppressor, twisting it back and forth, the suppressor stayed still. Chalk then nodded with satisfaction, and placed the pistol back in his holster.
"Half mike to LZ." the pilot said, and Chalk nodded, grabbing the handle that hung from the ceiling. Slowly, the transport began to descend, and the door opened. "Good luck, sir." the guard said, and Chalk, again nodded. Slowly the rooftops came into sight over the lip of the bay door, and Chalk inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly. The transport landed on a large concrete roof, and the pilot said, "Touchdown."
Chalk stepped out of the transport, looking left and right. He jerked his thumb upward, and the guard behind him nodded, patting the back of the bay. The transport began ascending, the door closing slowly with it. The printing facility was around one hundred fifty feet to his right, and he began scaling across the rooftops toward the facility. Once he reached the facility rooftop, he crouched down near the skylight in the roof. He looked down inside, and could barely see anything in the dark. Then suddenly, there were flashlight beams flicking frequently across the printing machines inside, which seemed old and derelict. Chalk brought a hand to his ear, and pressed a button. His HUD came on, and adjusted to the lighting, which lit up the room below in a greenish tint. The flashlight beams got increasingly bright as the night vision adjusted. He saw two figures in civilian attire, who were carrying flashlights and pistols. Chalk then looked up toward the moon, which glowed brightly in the night sky. He frowned, and stood up, covering one of the window panels in his shadow and slowly opening it making sure no light was reflected to alert them to his presence. He got low into a prone position, crawling slowly toward the opening and stopping at approximate waist level, he slowly lowered his torso inside, and grabbed the edges on the inside of the skylight. He then stuck his legs up in the air, letting his feet catching on the window he'd opened, and slowly lowering himself by his arms to close the window gently. He let his legs then drop, now dangling from the skylight. He looked around, there were some drainage pipes behind him. They seemed old, hopefully they were sturdy. He attempted to grab the larger pipe, grabbing it successfully, then quickly grabbing it with his other hand. He sighed quietly, and began edging along the pipe slowly to his left, the pipe croaked slightly, and Chalk began moving slightly faster, toward his left, the nearest wall. He reached where the pipe lead into the next room, and looked ahead him. There was a large i-beam support climbing the concrete up to the ceiling. He grabbed for it with one hand, and then his feet, holding onto the wide part of the beam tightly with his feet, he then brought his other hand over to grab the pipe. Slowly, he slid down, slowing down at the floor and gently planting his feet on the smooth concrete. He then wrapped both hands around the grip of his pistol and drawing it from his holster, wrapping his hands around the grip, and looked back and forth. There was a flashlight beam painting the wall to his nearest left, and he hid in one of the crevices of the old machinery. Slowly, the rapping of footsteps on the floor could be heard, as the man drew closer and closer. The flashlight beam then flashed across Chalk's view, and the man eventually passed Chalk. Chalk came from his hiding place, and approached the man from behind slowly, and wrapped his arm around his neck, quickly covering the man's mouth and nose with his other hand. The man struggled, and Chalk quickly jerked his head to the side. Pop! His neck snapped, and the man stopped struggling immediately. Chalk quickly caught the man's pistol, letting the flashlight drop. He lowered the body slowly to the ground, and slid it under the machinery. He picked up the flashlight, turning it off, he looked back and forth. No one was around. He rolled the flashlight under the machinery with the body and placed the pistol out of view, and looked for the other beam.
I can't help but add so much detail.
