*sigh* It had to be me, didn't it?
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2100 hours New Zealand time:
The team moved silently across the front lawn, guns up and ready to fire at a moment's notice. All were dressed in black camouflage gear, making them invisible.
The lead figure directed the others as they moved unseen by all.
All but a small series of what appeared to be garden sprinklers...
CounterAttack sat at his desk, enjoying a Bacardi and Coke while playing Team Fortress, when suddenly the game crashed. "Ah, crap. Not again," he complained, knocking back the last mouthful of his drink. A flashing light across the room caught his eye.
"God dammit, I thought I disabled the infrared cameras tonight," CA said. "There's been nothing but cats tripping them for the past three days. And here was I thinking they'd be a reasonable defence against that recent killing spree." CA crossed to the source of the light, a small TV depicting multiple views of his front and back lawns. He was about to look closer when a banging on the front door got his attention.
Oh shit. This isn't good, he thought as he ran upstairs to the attic.
Outside, one of the team spoke into a throat-mike. "He's not answering. Must be asleep. Tango, get the door." The figure moved away as another one, presumably with the call-sign Tango, reached the door and attached a small object to it, then ran back to join the group. The resulting explosion vaporized the door and shook CA's house.
"What the fuck was that!" CA yelled as he reached the attic and frantically searched it, eventually finding a gun cabinet. He pulled out an M-16 and a grenade.
"You've picked the wrong guy to mess with tonight," he muttered as he returned to the second floor.
The team moved in, silently and efficiently, one member searching each room before moving to the second level.
As they spread out along the second floor hall, CA emerged from a room, gun in hand. He shot the figure in front down before they could bring their guns up, causing the others to spin and aim at CA.
"All right," he said, aiming at another assassin. "Who the hell are you and why are you here?" In answer, everyone pulled off their combat helmets.
CA lowered his gun. "Neon? Duplicate? Commi? What are you...? Oh shit." The awful realisation hit him. "You... you think it's me, don't you?"
Neonbob answered for the group. "Yes, it's us. We know it's you, CounterAttack. Only you would be paranoid enough to have security cameras disguised as sprinklers. And only you would be crazy enough to kill another human. Your bloodlust got Smagmuck killed as well. Why, man? Why'd you do it?"
CA protested. "Those cameras are there to warn me if the killer's coming! I didn't kill Ray! Or Quad! You gotta believe me!"
Commi looked at him with contempt. "We've made our decision, Raven."
CA glanced at Commi. "How do you know my name?"
"It's on your profile, of course. We know everything about you, but don't know you at all. So you have to be taken out. It's for our safety."
CA grinned despite himself. "I see what you did there. Bon Jovi. Mystery Train. Good song."
Neon clicked the safety on his rifle, closely imitated by the others. "Famous last words, Raven?"
"A pity I'm not defending the one I loved from you." CA threw his gun to the ground. "I never really gave up on her."