Samuel said, "Leave it to me, sir." He placed a small charge on the hatch whch blew the hinges open and allowed the team to enter.

Aiden, seeing no volunteers decided to be the man-on-point, removing his custom .45 from it's holster and entering the hatch first, covering every nook and crannie in search of Reds' intending on ambushing the squad. Even though there were no signs of enemies lying in wait, he'd remove the flashlight from his utility pack and flash it on any suspicious looking areas.

During his time in Anchorage he'd encountered elite members of the Red Army called "Crimson Dragoons". They used a sort of built-in stealth boy system that allowed them to remain invisible to enemy units until they were within killing range. Aiden had seen enough of his fellow soldiers fall to the Dragoons to remain constantly vigilant on missions from that point on.

I sighed, watching the many men moving through the pipe. As we were stumbling through I noticed something that everyone else had missed. A hatch, with a computer terminal on it's right side. I grunted and yelled out, "Hey, theirs a terminal here! With a door next to it..." I started, I walked over to the terminal. I flipped the keyboard out and started the MS-program to start hacking into it. All the different lettering flashed up on the screen, I read over it and started flipping through the different entries.

I didn't notice if the others had came back, but I didn't care. I continued going through the system, finally finding what I was looking for, the correct entry. I grinned and selected it, the system seemed to shut down then restart again. I was logged onto the system! I laughed, I then opened the door, walking into the room. I saw a small briefcase inside the small confined space, I grinned and picked it up. It was probably good info as well, I laughed then turned around.

I saw in the corners of the rooms a kind of heat shimmer, I cursed and yelled out, "I think I need help! Crimson Dragon!" I saw the 'heat shimmers' move towards me and I cursed again, "Hurry up! I need cover!"

Aiden, hearing a fellow soldier yell out for assistance would immiediately double back, seeing the Crimson Dragoon about to prepare for a death blow with his blade would fire on him, hitting him twice in the right arm causing him to drop the weapon. To his surprise, the fool would get on his knees, place his arms behind his head and interlock his fingers. "Well, well. Sir, we got us a prisoner before the fighting even started.", he'd yell down the tunnel to the squad leader.

Adam had turned to see Aiden already apprehending a Crimson Dragoon, one of the most feared Red units. He smiled, he knew he could trust this team.

"Search him for anything useful, strip him, and then tie him to something hard. We're not killing him, but we're sure as hell not taking him with us." Adam turned to his fellow soldier who was working with what appeared to be a terminal. "What the hell is this thing?" He asked his tech specialist.

Aiden grinned as he thought of a way to humiliate the bloody Dragoon coward, stripping him of his highly valuable armor and tying him to a tree just outside the hatch, for all the U.S. soldiers at the makeshift camp near the vertibird to see. "Well... I suppose it's true what the say about you Chinese boys eh? I can see why your so pissed off all the time..", Aiden said in a snarky tone before heading back through the hatch, curious of the terminals purpose as well.

Ted followed the rest of the group silently. Luckily for the group, he had been selected as the medic for this little op. He however, wasn't all together happy about it. He felt proud serving his country, fighting to stop communism, but he'd rather be in med-school right now, preparing for a career of saving lives, not taking them. He breifly peered at the Dragoon soldier tied up like meat in a freezer before averting his gaze. So far, no one had been injured, so Dorian pretty much blended in to the rest of them until one of them took a bullet, then he was suddenly the most popular guy in the platoon. He liked the glory, like any one else, but above all he loved the feeling of saving a life, sort of cheating God from getting another one. They were giving him enough already in this damned war, so Ted felt like he kept it in check.

Samuel looked at the tied up and throughly humiliated Dragoon, but decided not to voice his opinion on the matter. He then asked the resident hacker and computer expert, "So what does this terminal tell us?"