March 18th, an undisclosed laboratory...
A small hatch on the ceiling slid openly silently, and down came Dr. Morana himself, floating elegantly inside of his containment unit.
"Gentlemen..." His dome illuminated with each shrill and robotic word uttered as he now floated among his colleagues. "I am pleased that you could all arrive on such short notice."
The brain inside bubbled with anticipation, now slowly spinning so he could meet each and every one of these killers "eye" to eye.
"Where it is you came from, what made you who you are today, why you chose to take up this violent and profitable life... None of these things interest me in the slightest. No, I am far more interested in the RESULTS of your origins. Each and every one of you are impressive in your craft, and I am not easily impressed. Artists, you could say. So please, allow me to tempt your... Appetites."
A hologram presented itself among the mercenaries, presenting an elaborate map of their target.
"BEHOLD, THE ARK WAREHOUSE! A facility so shrouded in secret, that it barely even exists on the most confidential texts of the United States Government. I assure you all, this is for very good reason. The ARK hosts a multitude of powerful artifacts, technology and materials that no one person should every possess. It is located in the most uncharted and perilous reaches of the Lacandon Jungle, with a security force thrice the population of it's scientists."
Morana's voice grew more hysteric with each pause, now floating to each and every one of them.
"BUT WHO ARE THEY TO HOLD THESE ITEMS!? HM!? Little men, hoarding the GENIUS OF OTHERS. BAH I SAY! These are the FOOLS who had forsaken my entire life's work. THE FOOLS WHO HOLD MY GREATEST INVENTION TO THIS VERY DAAAAY! And so, my killers, all of you will assist me in knocking down their walls. You WILL SLAUGHTER each and every idiot that gets in OUR way! AND YOU WILL PAVE THE PATH FOR ME TO TAKE WHAT IS MINE."
The Doctor floated back suddenly, collecting himself with an eerily long silence.
"Your compensation for such thirsty work? It's very simple, gentlemen. My creation, very conveniently, lies just beyond The Main Stock. The largest room in the facility, and where the bulk of this facility's treasures can be found. Help me, and you will have access to whatever you can carry out with you. You. Will. Not. Be. Disappointing..."
"Prepare yourselves. For in a matter of days, we will commence the operation..."
March 22nd, The Lacandon Jungle, Outside of The ARK Warehouse.
The despicable brain floated among the thick overgrowth of the jungle, his Dome's scanners running a quick observation of what waited for them all on the outside. Vehicular patrols, foot patrols, sniper towers, an APC and an attack helicopter on standby. If the Doctor could click his tongue in disappointment, he would.
"My my my, you've lowered your patrol body count. Grown comfortable in your seclusion, is it?" He mused aloud, wiring into the team's broadcast frequency.
"Tonight is the night, gentlemen. On your provided Smart Maps, you will see the units I managed to tag. Be warned, there could be more yet. Now, I just simply can't see myself telling you all how to perform your craft... So please, show me why I hired you..."Morana "chuckled" through his droning vocal unit, floating a touch higher than the treeline. This way he'd have a perfect view of the performance.