For Jaelyn receiving gifts was always an exciting pleasure. Jaelyn was a very merry young girl whose character was heartwarming and giving. An embittering atmosphere never lasted long while she was around. It was her 9th birthday, a large china doll was among the many gifts she received. However, the very appearance of the doll made her uneasy and she quickly tossed it aside. The doll's name ,"Arbella", only added to her disdain. The doll would sit slumped over on the bench where Jaelyn left it for the rest of the evening. It was an ordinary night in the family home until Jaelyn was awakened by a faint but ominous voice. "Jaelyn, I'm on the first step." The voice faded like mist in the wind and she heard no more of it. Helpless and frozen with terror Jaelyn remained motionless in her bed, it was the only form of comfort she felt she could safely remain in. Unable to even speak she would endure a painfully sleepless night. The next morning Jaelyn saw the doll just as she left it yet decided that she must relate to her mom what horror took place that night. Her mom dismissed the story as a dream and thought no more of it.
The two story suburban home was just as simple as most homes, a front and back yard, garage, and a somewhat dilapidated privacy fence. The family had no dogs so the house was regularly quiet. Jaelyn slept on the uppermost floor with her bedroom located at the far end of the house just above the garage. Facing towards the back yard were two large bay windows which gave little to no light to her bedroom depending on the season. Her parents slept down stairs to the left and one hallway away from the stair case leading to her room. Jaelyn loved her room, her father took extra care in making it a veritable royal residence.
It was now 1:35 A.M., only 25 minutes after Jaelyn had slipped into perilous sleep. Two blocks away a twelve man team prepped and checked their equipment in an alley way while briefing on their objective. Before long the team had broken into three four man units who were now headed in the direction of Jaelyn's house. Armed with various weapons and equipment the units split and jogged in different directions.
Tac1: "Tac1, heading to position over."
Tac2: "Tac2, copy. Tac3, check in please."
Tac3: "Tac3 present. Heading to forward position."
When it comes to getting thrills at the expense of a defenseless innocent's death no other responds to the situation like that of the mysterious S.S.A. This particular scenario caught the attention of the agents thus prompting them to respond with devastating force.
As the teams approached their targets they began setting up their equipment with precision and efficiency.
Tac1: "Tac1 is proceeding to roof. Tac3 let us know when you are in position. Get that door lock open and move on our signal."
Tac3: "Copy, we are at the front door. We have a visual on the objective area but the target is not in sight, repeat, target not insight. Caution is advised."
Tac1: "Copy, standby for entry. Removing both widow locks. Time to completion, thirty seconds, over."
Tac2: "We are in position, we have a visual down the hall. Keep an eye out for the target."
"Jaelyn!" Jaelyn snapped awake but lay motionless and immediately began breathing heavily."Jaelyn." The bloodcurdling voice broke the painful silence. Suddenly a noise behind her caused her to jump. Breaking into a cold sweat as she attempted to retreat into her bed covers. As Jaelyn struggled to hear over her own terrified breathing she heard footsteps quietly draw near.
Tac1: "Going in now Tac3 begin your entry."
Tac3: "Going in, going in."
As two members off the top story four man team rushed to Jaelyn's bedside the remaining two pealed off heading to the bedroom door. Beside the bed one of the agents proceeded to talk to Jaelyn in hopes of calming her."Jaelyn, your going to be fine, we are here for you. I guarantee you as long as we are here nothing's going to harm you. Now in a few seconds you'll hear a very loud noise. There will no longer be danger alright? I need you to calm down for me, can you do that? We understand what's going on. We're here to help." Downstairs Tac3 was simultaneously stacking just around the staircase corner.
Tac3: "Tac3 stacked and ready."
Tac2: "Tac3 we have a visual on you, got you covered."
Tac1: "Proceeding to target area."
As Tac1's team reached the staircase landing one of the agents adjusted his M590A1 shotgun in accordance to the target. There it was, Arbella, even more menacing in the dark."Welcome to your last step." With that the agent pulled the trigger. In a flash and a punch of powerful thunder all that was left of the demonish villain was a short lived cloud of china glass and an indistinguishable tattered rag as it drifted to the floor.
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