Rookie

“Hey Riggs, this is Stag checking in, you guys in place yet?”
“Roger that. We’re on the north side of the village, just waiting for the heavy hitters to arrive on the scene. There seems to have been a delay with the two Chinook, so there about 7 minutes out.”
Stag then mic’d over to Will and the others. “Watch your gaps and corners.”
Everyone acknowledged then postured themselves accordingly, against the houses, right as a pair of guards with lanterns rounded the corner speaking to each other in hushed tones. They seemed to be oblivious to the eight commandos hunkered down along the walls of the clay houses. If seen, Will and his Delta brethren would have resembled heavily armed phantoms with eerie looking cowls wrapped around their faces. They wore night vision goggles that looked more like owl eyes, unblinkingly leering at them in the darkness. The futuristic weapons the operators carried would have seemed alien compared to the outdated AK-47's the outlaws proudly shouldered. If only the guards would have looked up from their intense conversation, they would have seen the D boys who for now remained concealed in the black, patiently waiting for the right moment to strike.
Will pressed himself up against the wall as far up as he possibly could, all the while, studying the two guards as they approached.
First, he could hardly believe his eyes. They were so engrossed in their intense conversation that they completely failed to pay any attention to him and his brothers in silhouette form. These guys were complete idiots, he thought.
Stag, who was carefully monitoring the situation from inside an empty house nearby, spoke into his headset to Will and his colleagues, “The Rangers are about two minutes out.”, “So let’s hurry before they get here and ruin our element of surprise.”
“Roger that,” Will responded, hand signaling to the operator at the next house over. They made eye contact, then nodded before stepping out to engage the guards.
“Go.” Will verbalized as they simultaneously stepped from their places in the shadows and placed their lasers on the backs of the first and second terrorists. With cold calculation, Will centered in on the fighter’s spinal column and in one smooth motion he applied enough pressure to his trigger finger causing it to click as he released. Next thing he heard was the hollow crack of his silenced carbine. His target instantly dropped from view of his scope as did the other militant who suffered the same fate as his friend. Now the mission was underway. He and the other operators quickly began the meticulous task of clearing and sweeping through the first and second row of mud houses.