Sigma Leader leaped from the Vertibird and landed behind his squad, he pushed past them to the front and surveyed the scene, Evergreen a local den of drink, gambling and fornication. Casino patrons and mafioso were coming out to gaze at the Enclave with a mix of aprehension and terrible fear. Sigma Leader looked from the scared faces of running patrons to the tacky lights hanging from the streetlights, he looked up and watched as the Vertibird disappeared from view. Once Sigma had taken his place at the front of the squad they slowly advanced towards the CAPone, hoping the shock factor would keep the locals guns holstered, the square was large and he didn't want to lead his men into a potential crossfire. He pushed a tart out of his way and walked slowly towards CAPone, they formed a circle, facing all directions, eye's checking every man and every broken window. Sigma Leader looked to the man on his right, Corporal Kefling, he signalled to Kefling how fired a burst of fire into the air from his RCW; most of the on-lookers scattered but some still watched. Sigma Leader didn't know what to make of them, mafioso?.
The target may have been alerted by the Vertibird, shock tactics would only last so long, this was a hit and run mission, no time to dally. They sped up towards the CAPone, still keep a circle formation. Whether these people were of curious or of rival gangs allowing the Enclave to do their work, Sigma Leader didn't know, he didn't care much either, they're puny weaponary couldn't dent their advanced power armour. The glittering scene of the CAPone was closer than ever now, the bouncer outside had realised they were coming for him and began to draw his weapon before 3 others were aimed his way, meekly he dropped it. Sigma Leader pulled his Wattz radio from his hardpoint case.
"Enclave command this is Sigma Leader, preparing to enter CAPone and retrive package, over."
"Sigma Leader this Acting President Sutler, I remind you to use caution around this individual, enough U.S. Citizens have been killed, over."
"Roger that sir, discresion is advised, over and out."
They prepared to enter.
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Sutler lowered the radio. An Enclave technician approached him.
"Sir, first report of intercepted wasteland radio transmittions ordered in importance, decrypted transimssions are located in the seperate file at the back."
He turned on his heels and walked away, perusing the files, Sutler returned to his chair and sat down, flicking through the transcripts.