Unfortunately for Red, someone saw the soldiers go down.
No one would know who called it in, was it a nosey neighbor? Someone in a car? Someone saw the IDF Men go down, and they called it in. Either way things never went according to plan, especially among a population living in constant fear of rebellion and terrorism.
The Base Commander returned the salute from the soldier before he stepped aside. "What is it? Shouldn't you be at your post? We have a level one lock-down and the base is under attack." The Commander said flatly. "We'll discuss whatever concerns you have once the situation has resolved, now return to your post or enter yourself into correction." The Commander said, annoyed that this man was taking much valuable time from dealing with the situation.
There was a chirp and the Tactical officer picked up, a brief exchange and then he hung up.
"Sir." He said, pulling the commander away. "There's been another shooting, I've got the address marked down on the map. CPF is sending in Crisis Response, and I've got tac teams converging on the residence, they'll be on site in thirty microcentons."
Thirty seconds, and the screech of a Condor VTOL seemed to sound overhead, perhaps it was just another patrol, but the engines of the Condor VTOL were being used to drown out the sounds of CPF SWAT Personnel, and heavily armed IDF Marines disembarking from the back, they took up positions around the small house, securing the windows, the doors, and everything else.
Their thermal signatures were masked by strange anomalies, one moment they were there and another moment they weren't, their personal shields interfering with thermal imaging, like a pane of glass the transparent energy field was 'Opaque' to thermal imaging, making the gathering personnel difficult to see.
Two individuals clad in a T-65 Combat skin moved to the front of the door, tapping their helmets to ensure their visors were sealed, took up positions.
All of the SWAT commanders nodded, and sealed their own visors before popping canisters through the windows of the small house, the blood spatters of the killed soldiers marked the house as the one where Red was hiding.
Shattered glass signalled their arrival, canisters moving along the floor billowing a thick red smoke, the smoke was a substance the Aschen called 'Spice gas', a Capsaicin based irritant that caused a severe burning sensation in the eyes and respiratory tract, as well as clinging to clothing and causing a burning sensation on exposed skin.
The two Combat skin clad individuals engaged their personal cloak, a phase-shift device that placed them slightly out of phase, and imperceptible to even the most advanced of scanners.
The two men checked their Type 03 Disruptor PDWs, and fanned out in two directions.
"Confirmed IDF Bodies." One of them said, gesturing to the pile of dead soldiers in the corner.
"Check basement." The lead said. "I'll check kitchen and living quarters."
Moving up to the door of the basement, the Combat skin clad Spec ops wrapped his hands around the door, shields were calibrated and the suit itself was nearly impervious to most conventional small arms. The enhanced strength caused the doorknob to snap, and the door was slowly opened.
He adjusted his vision to a Infrared and Xray, which enhanced his own HUD and cut through the darkness of the basement.
It was only a matter of time before the jaws of Aschen oppression snapped shut on Red.