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PeridotIsWithYou wrote: He's disarmed, just wait for extraction and toss flashbangs whenever he stirs.

You sit on the street kerb and wait for the brute to stir, three flashbangs sitting in your lap.

Your soldiers manage to get the civilians moving and under way, despite some difficulty and resistance.

Funny, it kinda looks like one of those war dramas where the POWs are marched into the woods at gun-point to be slaughtered by firing squad.

So you remark to yourself, watching one of your men argue with a civilian adamant to stick around his house.

It was slower going than you hoped for, but within 5 minutes all the civilians have been taken into the care of a slightly bemused police patrol unit that arrived in the area, only to see themselves greeted by heavily armed soldiers who thrust around 60 shell-shocked civilians into their arms for babysitting.

Just as you are about to order your men back, you see a flurry of movement from the corner of your eye.

The brute's arm twitches, and a club reappears back into his hands.

''That just can't be possible! All those flashbangs, for less than 10 minute's time?''

You shove a flashbang into the brute's gaping maw, and dive around a corner.

Once you come back, fortunately, the brute had been corteous enough to be unconcious after the effects of the flashbang.

Your squaddies arrive, and with them around 10 extra flashbangs.

More than enough for 20 minutes.

After 10 minutes time, an armoured convoy consisting of several Hummers, a supply truck with reinforced walls (probably for the very purpose of carrying these things) and two armoured cars rolls around the corner.

What you find strange is that there is no insignia at all on the vehicles.

"I suppose they just couldn't wait, huh...."

"Just as well, we don't know what kind of other damn monster would turn up soon."

Your men look pretty relieved to be out of here. One of your squaddies prepares to chuck a final flashbang at the brute.

The lead car stops right in front of where you are sitting on the kerb, winds down the window, and you find yourself staring into....

The barrel of a pistol.

A single shot rings out, before the rest of your squad is decimated by machine-gun fire before they can react.

A few minutes later, you wake up.

''Am I dead yet? Or not?''

You find yourself lying on the ground, a flashbang in front of your face, with its handle blown off.

It looks like that thrown flashbang saved your life.

You turn around, and see men swarming around the truck, loading the brute onto the back with heavy, surge-protected machinery, making sure not to touch any part of the body. Even so, they seem to be in a hurry, seeing as your extraction team is on the way... Or are THEY the extraction team?

You turn around and see the rest of your squad lying on the ground, bodies torn apart by flying lead.

You can see what seems to be officers in hazmat suits arguing over something a few metres away, but you can't seem to hear them over the drone of machinery.

Just one question burns through your mind:

What do I do?

- Get the hell out of here.

- Listen in on the officers' conversation.

- Kill as many as you can.

- Wait for backup.