Operation War Dogs: Sierra Dark Washington

Suited to his skill-set, the 3rd seat arrived soundlessly. True to the location, this base was exceptionally american in design. Micah couldn't recall any memories from his life on earth, so the only expectations set in the words "exceptionally american" was what Shadow Fall presented in their occupation of the country. The entirety of the base expanded for a considerable distance, operating as its own county separate from most of the state. That said, most of the infrastructure was similarly isolated; affecting any of the utilities that supplied the civilian county around the base would be useless, but on the other hand, this also meant that taking down the source of the bases utilities in-house would leave them completely vulnerable, as none of their supplies and resources were outsourced. That is to say, the power-lines, electrical hubs and power centres were, in a certain sense, all in the same place.

This sort of operation was most easily executed in fewer numbers, and you couldn't get much fewer than one person. Though there was a lot of potential danger involved, Micah was fairly confident in his ability to perform here, especially with his dedicated skill-set. The man arrived at the gate with [Golden Idol] in full effect. As far as anyone was concerned, he was indistinguishable from any other human.

Naturally, this operation was exceedingly well planned, information gathered prior to secure a straight-forward success, and on a military outpost essentially untouched for hundreds of years from any hostile intents, acquiring solid credentials and looking the part, uniform properly in order, the soldiers guarding the entry gates of Fort Lewis were, for lack of a better term, complacent. The private, dressed in a uniform cold-weather fleece and standard black fleece cap, scanned Micah's CAC, checked his face to match it to his ID, and passed him through.

"Light, Silent, and Deadly; have a nice night, Sergeant."

"Mm."

Micah responded with a nod and went on his way. From hereon out, it was fairly easy. The size of the base was large enough for it to have on-post hunting areas, and from the gate forward, though there'd be buildings along the road with their dedicated purposes, it wasn't like every kilometre was intentfully watched 24/7. After traveling a decent distance from the gate, Micah slipped into the shadows. Minutes later, the power grid was completely shut-down.

There were some areas with back-up generators such as the hospitals and division Headquarters, but the delay of on-post communications made it easy enough for these locations to have their generators struck as well. Within 15 minutes, no method of technological communication was available; 30 minutes in, with the aid of the Research Division's Spiritual-Magical Pulse devices, SMPs, means to communicate through energy were disabled as well. Technology malfunctioning on this scale was odd, but not the most conspicuous thing; energy communication being disabled--that was suspicious.

As best they could relay, the 7th Division had the base spread word of a lock-down; of course, power and energy down made it difficult for this to reach the gates. In fact, by the time everything came back up, there was no trace of this elusive '"sergeant". Even records from the gate-guards left no note of this sergeant having ever come at all. All in all, it was an exceptionally quiet day in the state of washington. Meanwhile, the locations, logistics, and information of everything in the 2nd and 7th Infantry Divisions were, soon to be discovered, completely gone, no data left behind. As one might anticipate, chaos soon followed.