The bolt rifle got its' name because of its small bolt located at the butt of the weapon. A simple twist of the bolt would adjust the clip slot to hold any clip inserted into it, ensuring the user would never be out of ammo even in the most extreme conditions. As he slung this weapon over his back, he recovered his bolt pistol, a handgun in every way similar to the rifle, but could hold rifle clips as well. He attached this weapon to his left hip.
Once he secured his weapons, he retrieved the third and final item. The large metallic cylinder looked vaguely like an RPG launcher with the word "SCORPION" written in a red, athletic style font. Tony had picked this item up in a going-out-of-business sale at a sporting goods store near the place he grew up. It was a state of the art tool for any rock climber, and Tony developed a fond liking for it. In fact, he had received his nickname because of how much he used it. Its primary purpose was for scaling, rappelling, and crossing chasms in the wilderness, but he used it frequently in urban missions as well. Unfortunately, the large, cumbersome design hindered his progress in these missions, so he had a similar device integrated into his gauntlets. Since he was on vacation, he removed the cannon from storage and left his gauntlets at base, thinking there would be no need for them.
He sighed at the memory of his short-lived vacation, but quickly shrugged it off. Farther in the canyon, something had caught his attention, and he had radioed his wife to notify Shockwave of its' presence. Nighthawk immediately sent a group consisting of four color commanders, one color leader, one member of red team, and three soldiers from yellow, brown, grey, green and purple teams Counting himself, that totaled twenty-two soldiers; nearly five times the soldiers required for a standard recon mission. Not wanting to read too much in his commanders' decision, he shouldered his cannon and with his thumb and index finger, then pulled the triggers on either side of the grip.
Immediately, a harpoon launched from either end of the cannon, trailing a monofilament cord behind. The first harpoon landed into a nearby boulder with a loud crack while the other sailed out of view into the distance. A few seconds later, the cord on either end retracted into the cannon until both were taught. Tony then flipped the cannon and held firmly to the handle as he leapt off the canyon, sliding silently into the valley below.
He landed silently in the dense forest, releasing his cannon and retrieving his pistol from his hip. He then proceeded into the thick underbrush with his weapon trained in front of him, keeping a vigilant watch in case he happened across anything hostile. He didn't have far to go before he came across a group of five men wearing military fatigues. The small group sat around a fallen tree playing cards and betting ammunition, but otherwise unaware of their surroundings. Tony was just about to move past them when one of the men snapped his head to the side with such sudden ferocity that Tony thought his neck would break. His eyes then emitted a green glow as he raised a hand out in the direction he was facing. A genetic! Tony thought as he observed the situation, unsure of what exactly the man was doing, but deciding to let the man play it out.
Suddenly a woman appeared in front of the group, a thick mass of vines holding her by the wrists, ankles and neck. She was clad in a brown version of the standard Shockwave uniform with a half cloak hanging off her shoulders. That alone was all Tony needed to recognize this woman was Mandy, his wife. Not wasting any time, he reached into his sac and removed a flash bang grenade, removing the pin as he did.
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You and you: Panic. Everyone else, Follow me.