Special Forces: Nemesis Strike Access

"Nemesis isn't going to like this," Raptor grunted as a fresh wave of elite shock troops—the "gods of war"—rushed the door.

"Uploading the virus," Stealth whispered, her fingers flying across a terminal while Raptor stood guard at the only entrance, his boots planted firmly amid spent shell casings. Special Forces: Nemesis Strike

"Thirty seconds to drop," the pilot’s voice crackled over the comms. "Nemesis isn't going to like this," Raptor grunted

Raptor didn't need an invitation. He breached the main gate in a flurry of sparks and steel. While Stealth moved through the shadows, Raptor was the storm. He unleashed the fury of his M249 SAW, turning the courtyard into a chaotic blur of muzzle flashes and falling enemies. Raptor didn't need an invitation

The air in the transport plane was thick with the scent of hydraulic fluid and anticipation. , the tactical specialist, checked the seals on her suppressed carbine for the third time. Beside her, Raptor was a wall of muscle, calmly chambering a round into his heavy machine gun. Their objective was clear: dismantle the Nemesis network before they could deploy their stolen prototype technology.