Internal Affairs

Garage - 400 S. Mashta Drive

Mykola raised his hands in resignation. "Hey, so long as you don't try to blame us later you can let anyone you want inside." Motioning for the other two to leave, Mykola followed them back out of the garage.

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Stay cool, stay cool. I'm the panic button, let the skills guys do their job, don't start blasting unless absolutely necessary.

Cleaning his ear as he looked around with a huh expression, Sheridan shrugged after Mykola spoke, and about-faced, walking back outside.

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Garage - 400 S. Mashta Drive

The large dark skinned man rolled his eyes, his expression bored at Mykola's comment as he shooed the trio towards the door and followed, clearly with the intention of ensuring the door was secured. Out of their peripherals they could see, and hear, the Haitian un-clip a handheld radio from his belt and brought it to his lips ...

Time seemingly seemed to slow as Nik spun around, Nadya's cane rising accompanied by the snap snap snap of electricity, jabbing towards the unsuspecting thug like a spear. The white lacquered cane plunged into the burly Haitian's chest, his eyes widening in surprise as his muscles spasmed uncontrollably before collapsing in a heap.

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Garage - 400 S. Mashta Drive

Mykola looked at Nik in astonishment and nodded. "Daamn, Nik!"

Moving quickly, Mykola stepped back into the garage and securely closed the door with everyone inside. "Nik, see if any of these cars are unlocked." He glanced over at Bill to ask about zip ties but they seemed to have similar thoughts on the matter. Pulling out his pocket knife he knelt next to the haitian and cut off one of his sleeves to use as a gag.

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Sheridan followed Mykola's astonished Daaamn with a thumbs up to the fast thinking thief, before promptly moving over to the thug, pulling out zip-ties he had in his pocket as he did so.

Reaching down he pulled off the guard's radio, before dragging the man out of the doorway into the garage.

Also thinking quickly, he turned to Mickey as the guy was coming to cut of the guard's sleeves.

"Psst," he said quietly, holding up the radio, "How's your Haitian?"

Garage - 400 S. Mashta Drive

Nik eyed the end of Nadya's cane approvingly, nodding slightly as his gaze settled to the crumpled man at his feet. Shrugging, with the rougish smirk that was commonplace with the thief, he bobbed his head in thanks to his companions' backslapping and atta boys and moved to help Sheridan with the unconscious Haitian thug as Mykola moved to close and secure the door.

LIfting the radio from the thugs belt, Bill held it up in question. HIs long haired compatriot shook his head in reply, the cutting motion with his hand indicating he thought it was a bad idea to respond. There didn't seem to be any questioning and alarmed reply with all signs pointing towards Nik having silenced the tough before he could make his report.

Quickly the burly Haitian was secured and shoved into a trunk, Nik looking to the unconscous man's radio and gun, "We should probably take those with us?"

From what they could remember of the plans, as well as their earlier 'fishing' excursion, they knew the garage led into a small mud room off of the kitchen with the kitchen being an open floor plan with an island that led into a sizeable breakfast nook and den. The front foyer could also be accessed from the kitchen ... assuming no one was stationed there they may be able to skip the den and adjacent sitting area that all had floor to ceiling windows that faced the bay.

Nick didn't even have a chance to finish the sentence before Sheridan had expertly plucked the guard's gun and radio off, handing them off to the group.

"Hmm," he muttered quietly as he looked over to the door the guard had been in, "No one seemed to come when he shouted. Would have had time to get down here when we dragged him away..."

He unzipped his bag, exposing the AUG. He looked at the crew, giving a questioning quirk of the eyebrow as he placed a hand on the gun.

Garage - 400 S. Mashta Drive

Nik's eyes drifted to Sheridan's hand placed questioning on his AUG, nodding his agreement and meeting the agent's gaze. The consensus then seemed to be that the thief should go ahead and report back, he seemingly more comfortable and 'practiced' at sneaking around and remaining undetected than perhaps the rest of the team.

The long haired sneak carefully made his way up the short stairs and cracked the door, cautiously peering through the gap before turning his head to Sheridan and Mykola and nodded that it was clear, offering a knowing smirk before disappearing through the door.

The minutes seemed to painfully stretch, though the radio remained silent and there did not seem to be any sounds of alarm from inside the house. Just as cautiously as he left, the thief returned, squeezing through the small gap he allowed in the door.

"There are three more men on the first floor, two are watching TV in the den right off the kitchen. The other randomly does a sweep of the floor but returns to the kitchen and also watches the TV. They're all drinking beer so they don't seem too concerned with intruders ... and thus far they haven't noticed that their buddy is missing," Nik said in summary of what he had discovered.

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Garage - 400 S. Mashta Drive

Looking to Bill, Mykola asked "Is there a bathroom nearby? If so, we should turn the light on and close the door in case anyone comes looking for him. And do you think we might be able to set up an ambush for their patroller?"

Sheridan gave an amused smirk, before turning to Nik.

"Can I set up an ambush?" he thumbed towards Mickey sarcastically, before realization dawned, "Oh wait, you weren't there that time."

Shouldering his bag, and readying his rifle, Sheridan nodded.

"A'ight, eyes and ears, let's ruin someone's exercise."

Garage - 400 S. Mashta Drive

Smirking Nik offered Mykola a confirming nod of his long haired head, "There is a bathroom ... just off the kitchen before the stairs leading upstairs."

Seeing Sheridan shoulder his bag and ready his rifle the thief returned his grin, pulling his own pistol from his back and readying Nadya's, very handy cane, and offering the grizzled agent a confirming nod.

Cautiously the rougish sneak opened the door to the mansion's interior, the warm lighting clashing with the harsh functional light of the garage. Peering through the crack he held up a halting hand, raising a finger as if to say give him a second and after a few agonizing seconds smiled in the mischievous way they had come to know and meeting their eyes and nodded in confirmation. Loudly the thief jiggled the handle and stepped back into the garage, the cane at the ready.

The door opened and Nik lunged, the cane crackling as he attempted to jam it into the tall and skinny Haitians midsection, the cane striking with an exhale of breath, the Haitians long dreads shaking in surprise before collapsing into the Russian rogue's arms...

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Sheridan tried his best to think of a joke about dreadlocks, but pulled up a blank as he zip-tied the next guard and helped Nik drag and disarm the guy into another trunk.

"Right, the next two guys are drinking and distracted," he said as they finished their work, "we should take those guys out. Three on two, not bad odds. Normally my vote would be sneak the stairs, but we gotta drag the guy back down, better to clear a path now.

"Remember what we went over about spittin' distance, though," he said, reminding them of what he said before they started:

If we are able to get within' spitting distance of the bedroom should we get caught and are forced to shoot, you two need to bum-rush the HVT, catch them while they are dreary and confused. I'll take up the rear, and clear any hostiles. If you have any trouble grabbing the guy, remember "Hex Grid". I'll come running in.

Garage - 400 S. Mashta Drive

"Agreed. These guys are a complication waiting to happen," said Mykola, readying the taser. He looked toward the door and gave a nod indicating his readiness to move.

Nodding, Sheridan readied his rifle, and motioned Mykola into position between him an Nik to get ready to go through the door.

Kitchen/Living Room - 400 S. Mashta Drive

Nik enthusiastically nodded in agreement to the plan with a dip of his thick, long haired head and reaffirming a final time where the two guards were positioned as Sheridan, who was considerably more practiced in the art of squad tactics, nodded in understanding and motioned his pair of colleagues into position. Weapons ready, Sheridan with his rifle and Mykola and Nik with their tasers, the grizzled veteran slowly opened the door, the muzzle of his rifle make a steady sweep of the brightly lit 'mud room' and seeing no threats cautiously began to move. The roar and song of the crowd on the TV, apparently the Haitians were watching a fairly intense soccer match, drowned out the sounds of their movements as they crept into the kitchen and hastily moved to the left so as to come at the two goons from behind. Off the kitchen was a large foyer, the stairs leading to the second floor dominating their view to the left and a large indoor garden on the right ... that as luck would have it further concealed their movements as they moved through the space and crept up to the back of the L-shaped couch and the bobbing heads of the two Haitian goons.

Fanning out the trio made to strike, Nik meeting Mykola's eyes and nodding as the cane made a sweeping arc over the back of the furnishing. The crackling tip of the cane glanced of the large Haitian's stylish leather coat, the man grunting a coarse French phrase in surprise ...

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As the thief lived up to his name, and nicked his intended victim, Sheridan quickly stepped in with a hook with his off hand, followed by an elbow, followed by a headbutt. These blows were in rapid succession, intended to keep the Haitian off guard.

Kitchen/Living Room - 400 S. Mashta Drive

Mykola pressed both e's on the "pepper spray" label simultaneously, causing a pair of electrodes to spring out of the bottom of the pepper spray container. On the signal, Mykola stood up from behind the couch and jabbed it into the shoulder of one of the guards watching TV.

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Living Room - 400 S. Mashta Drive

The second guard barely had time to register the assault on his companion before Mykola deftly reach over the back of the couch and jabbed the crackling prongs of the taser into his shoulder. His body convulsed, the electricity surging through his muscles causing them to spasm as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull and he slumped down further into the soft, plush leather couch.

Beside him the other surprised Haitian batted frantically at Sheridan's barrage, grunting as Mykola's taser again found it's mark, his teeth gritted as he fended off the effects of the stun only to have the buzzing point of Nik's cane plunge into his side. Suddenly losing control of his muscles the guard, who had been in the process of standing to face his attackers, collapsed onto the coffee table and then the floor.

Rubbing his forehead for a second...

Thank genetics for a hard skull.

…Sheridan quickly pulled out his zip ties, and got to work securing the guards.

"Mes excuses, je sais que guardduty est ennuyeux, puis douloureux," he said under his breath, before looking at the 'football' game, "Au moins tu as la télé."

Living Room - 400 S. Mashta Drive

As Bill was securing the bodies, Mykola looked to Nik and asked, "This guy's safe room is probably upstairs. You mind checking that out while we hide the bodies?" Then, shifting his gaze to Bill and motioning to the bound guards, "Bathroom?"

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