Liquid Sky explosively breached the mockup with a flex linear charge.  The explosion sent wood splinters everywhere as the door burst into six or seven pieces.  They put Deckard up front as the first man through the door, reminding him that as the new guy on the team, he was really nothing more than cannon fodder to them.

Ramon had called back to the staging area to tell them that he had secured Ingram MAC-10’s with suppressors for the mission from the Philippines’ extensive black market.  They would just have to make do in training with the M4 paintball guns.  It was an imperfect world.

Deckard stepped over the broken door and cleared the first corner.  It was a wide open living space, framed out by bare plywood walls.  Second-hand furniture had also been placed inside the mockup.  Ramon’s intel was that De Jesus routinely hired hookers from Manila’s most famous upscale whore house, Air Force One.  Regularly attended by Ambassadors and Generals, Air Force One was where you went to score some “Tier One ass” as Bill had put it.

Deckard also noticed that, although they were expecting civilians on target, all of their targetry in the mockup were shoot targets.  None of the silhouettes were no-shoot targets.  Everyone in the apartment was being marked for death.