Night One: Incursion
The first Night is a perilous one, but not that the experimented players know it, being locked up in their rooms.
Pasonia knew there was bound to be an incursion from the sewers, the only place that Pasonia hadn't covered yet. Instead of stalling the Spec Ops from there, Pasonia chose instead to install claymores at where he thought the Spec Ops were more likely to move into.
At approximately 01:00AM on Night One, Pasonia felt the rumble, and all the signals went off from the underground subway connector that links the hotel and the other facilities around town. The Spec Ops have taken the bait.
"Bothersome people," muttered Pasonia, grabbing two Uzis from the shelves while he raced down the hallway leading to the connector.
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"What's your status, English-04?"
"No sign of any hostiles, sir."
"Downing-3?"
"Negative."
"I have a nasty feeling about this, boys. Keep on your toes."
Pasonia found the heavily-armed Spec Ops. Most of them were covered in soot, and there was one guy at the very back who was covered in blood; presumably he must've been lucky enough to dodge the claymore he planted. Avoiding a flashlight in his direction by the hair - it came so suddenly Pasonia nearly forgot to respond - he didn't wait any longer. He kicked out a nearby rubbish bin, and then hurled himself across the connector, John Woo-style, taking down two of the well-armored platoon of Spec Ops with precise pistol shots to the visors' weak points.
"Enemy sighted! We are currently engaging the enemy, HQ!"
"Sir, Alpha-1 and Jade-7 are down!"
"Stay together! We don't know how many there is---"
"Lookin' fer me, big boy?"
Pasonia, suddenly appearing within range of the Specs Ops captain, delivered a strong roundhouse punch onto the squad leader, thoroughly smashing right through it and cutting the shards deep into the Spec Ops' head honcho as his screams reverberated through the connector. Pasonia then raised an Uzi at their captain, before the rest of his men could properly engage the lone wolf.
"Drop those damn guns NOW! Or your bossman dies!" Barked Pasonia.
Nobody moved a thread more than they should. The squad leader found a weakness in Pasonia's belted jeans getup, and with a sudden tug, attempted to pull Pasonia onto the floor. What he hadn't counted on was for Pasonia to have lured him into signing a death deed, when he realised that his assumption had thoroughly failed him.
At the same time, the rest of the captain's men tried potshots at Pasonia, which he quickly assumed was a sign that they didn't care about their squad leader. Before the squad leader could do anything, his own men put about twenty rounds into his armor, instantly killing him as his voice groaned out a faint protest.
Pasonia was furious to no end; nobody tried any sneaky tricks on him and get away with it, and he was determined to make that a point. He hurled the now-dead squad leader's body into three of the six remaining Spec Ops, incapacitating them with a rather heavy body-slam. The remaining three could not formulate a plan in time and attempted to retreat, but Pasonia didn't feel like a nice guy anymore. He blew the brains out of one poor fella, smashed another one with a large billboard, and, in a manner reminiscent of Hokuto no Ken, jabbed violently at the acupuncture points of the last man standing. By the time he was finished, Pasonia realised that he had killed some, and maimed the rest. One of them was spasming so badly from the injuries sustained that his hand formed the shape of an Italian "what the fuck".
"Go back wherever you came from," barked Pasonia, "and don't come back. I guarantee you the next time you try stepping in here you'll be greeted with gatling cannons!"
Pasonia thought to turn around and forget it all, but the spasming fellow, with his last gasp of air, tried a shot on Pasonia. It hit Pasonia, but only on his Desert Eagle. Pasonia, on realising that the fellow tried to shoot him, strangled the last soldier with all of his might, his eyes fuelled with rage as he savoured the death screams of the soldier. When at last he was done, Pasonia threw the soldier aside.
"By the way, buffet is over there," spat Pasonia, "and you watch your language... Oh, I forgot, you're already dead."