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Camoflagued and silent, the assault team inched toward a walled stone compound for more than five hours, belly-crawling the last 200 yards. The target was an old government prison, on the outskirts of Arcos City, and every handpicked member of Red Team 2 knew what was at stake: The year is 3213, and a new breed of super-human creatures named Terror Lords rule the wastes. The mission: Destroy the Terror Lord command post - or die trying. The fighters must go in "sterile" - without name tags or other identifying insignia - as a deniable covert force. "Anyone who is caught or captured cannot expect extraction," the briefing officer said.

At nightfall the raiders launched their attacks. Short, sharp bursts from their weapons cut down the perimeter guards. Once past the rear gate, the raiders fanned out and emptied clip after clip in a barrage of diversionary fire. As the defenders rushed to repel the small team, the main assault force struck from the opposite flank. Red Team 1 burst through a chain-link fence, enveloping the defense in lethal cross fire. The shooting was over in minutes. Thick grenade smoke bloomed over the command post. The defenders were routed, headquarters ablaze.