The job was unlike any other that Wither had previously undertaken. An infiltration mission of a heavily guarded warehouse in the Lacandon Jungle, with multiple armed guards and military vehicles. Furthermore, the client that had hired him was a peculiar one, he was a floating brain without a body. However, Wither wasn't one to question whom or what his clients were. He came for the promise of rewards and profit. But it was with other hired mercenaries that he had to work with, as long as they held up their part of their mission, he supposed he would get by.
Keeping close to the shadowy underbrush, Wither swiftly and silently made his way around the military trucks and the encampment of soldiers. He approached the west side of the compound and took out his ungloved hands. While his compatriots may use weapons and tools at their disposal, Wither was far more accustomed to using his own hands for the job. After all, they were his weapons of choice, efficient and deadly, his ability to kill with a touch was renowned among the criminal underworld. Killing was his talent and he was apt to use it whenever he could.
As a foot patrol of soldiers approached his position, he emerged behind them, gripping their faces as they were silently dispatched and withered away. The soldiers didn't have a chance to scream as their skin turned to dust, revealing their skulls which soon disintegrated into bones and ash. He heard the voices of his fellow mercenaries crackle to life through his earpiece:
"East-side tower secured, proceeding into the compound the first chance I get."
Northside tower taken, 'manos.
He supposed it left him to deal with the remaining sniper tower. The west sniper tower soon came into view as he crept along the undergrowth. He approached and shadowed a soldier that was entering it. Slinking up behind him, he stalked the soldier up the tower and as the unsuspecting victim entered, he rose and grasped onto both the soldier and the sniper within the tower. Their faces contorted in pain as they wordlessly crumbled into dust.
"West side tower secured."
He quickly muttered into the earpiece and descended from the tower, aiming to head for the compound.