The oil rig hummed as the red lights across various antennas on the silos along with the spotlights that beamed down onto platforms, revealing not workers, but hooded insurgents goat horned all armed to the teeth, as they patrolled along the rig. Looking for any signs of coalition forces that might dare try to retake the rig.

In the middle bridge, a group of workers now being held hostage were being berated by the commander as he smacked the back of their heads. As one of the guards lazily went to walk out of the bridge as he walked to a dimly lit part of the platform right next to the water, as he lit a cigarette looking out towards the lights of the distant towns as he took a deep drag in on it.

"Hey! Nice Mascara!" A happy voice broke him out of his smoke break as his eyes shot down towards the water, seeing the wet half submerged border collie girl a little too late. As her fist brutally punched up between his legs knocking the air out of him to prevent a scream from leaving him, as he collapsed onto his knees, as she quickly gripped the railing, athletically going to swing herself over the, wrapping her legs around his neck, as he saw stars getting a very close up of her curves, only to really see stars as she slammed his head into the guard rail, earning him a concussion, as she silently set him down on the platform, handcuffing him to a pole. As she reached into her dry bag, reconnecting her radio.

"Sam here, the east boat landing has been secured fellas. One detainee has been apprehended. Going in to secure the hostages."

She took her rifle from the dry bag attaching her silencer, the heart shape holo sight beaming, as she attached her night vision goggles, as her vision was illuminated with a teal glow as she began a slow step using the darkness as a cover, as she readied her rifle.