"The explosives from team one and Cyros will be placed along the walls and buildings. Place yours in the entrance way as the lord would need to come outside. I will use our emergency distraction to get their entire force onto the walls and lure the lord out and we destroy it all one one movement" that was easier said than done that is, the timing needed to be perfect and if not then Tyranous would be facing off against the onslaught of a hundred and thirty angry heretics
"I've got a Frag and a Krak, should be enough to crack him. " If not well, he would be on his own. He supposed that suited him, make the Chaplains proud in practicing their preachings of the Promethean Cult, one of the foremost tenets being self reliance. He continued his watch over the buildings anyways wanting as much knowledge as possible before he made any further move.
"Well the windows are mostly closed I cannot peak in anywhere.... Therefor I fear you must sneak inside and find out yourself. Overwatch out." Gylthran reported, keeping the entire area under survey.
Grunting to himself Meron made for the nearest building, ducking around the doorway into the shadowed room trying to find someone or anything within that may be of use.
Ooc sorry it hasnt given me a notification on this thread Cryos was silent as he walked through the base towards the armory he had pulled his pistol out and looked at the others "get ready once we reach the objective and we need to find any weapons or explosives" as he spoke he then looked at the door which he belived to lead to the armory "this stealth stuf isnt my thing"
"Patience Cryos, you will get to kill someone soon enough" Tyranous voxed as he watched him heading to what seemed to be the armory. They were nearly there, if only the team could keep their cool and act as instructed they would be in and out leaving no one alive... They just needed the explosives to be placed and then they could unleash the Emperors fury upon these heretic scum, patience is all that was needed right now.
The door Cryos was looking at suddenly opened to reveal a simple cultist with a pistol in his hand and a primitive axe on his waist. As Meron listened very closely, he could hear a soft whistling in one of the rooms, it was human, like someone who simply wanted to motivate himself while performing duty, it came though from the room that was covered in pure darkness.
Meron spoke from the shadows. "You there, brother....keep quiet I have disturbing news to share. I need a confidant to enact the will of our master." The Scout kept himself out of sight, deciding that manipulation may be in their best interest right now.
The whistling stopped and the person seemed to walk closer. "Wh-wh-what would th-th-that be?" The male voice asked, sounding obviously afraid.
"I am Merock. The Masters eyes and ears, he requires a report on the state of things but wishes it done discreetly. Tell me, what do we have in stock for explosives and heavy weaponry? " Meron focused his ears for a moment to make sure none others were approaching.
