As Nikto and his team approaches, they observed the perimeter of the quarry, an imposing complex that commanded a vast expanse of territory. With lightning-fast reflexes, they scaled the walls, landing softly on the other side.

"Locked." Nikto mumbled through the intercom, his finger squeezed the trigger, let out a single, sharp crack. Hitting one enemy in the head - bullseye. He moved in, checking the perimeter. It was clear. The rest of the team moved in, securing the quarry.