"You are tasked with the extraction of biological weapons and or materials, if the mission deems so you will have authority to terminate the facility." As the lieutenant said that last part he pulled a small small communications device out on of their pouches.
"I accept the contract" With that confirmation the lieutenant handed over the device.
The lieutenant left the ship shortly afterwards to rejoin his two soldiers. Kilo resupplied on food and water ration after burning through almost all of them, he also decided to buy more plasma cartridges. He didn't plan on needing them but if the SDF ever taught him anything it's that you should always be prepared. In mere minutes Kilo was sitting in orbit above another cataclysmic storm waiting for additional contract information he needed.
At long last the information came through with the black site coordinates, now he just had to wait for the storm. It was like being in quarantine again, he sat in orbit for a week before the storm passed, hoping another storm wouldnt hit he descended through the planets atmosphere before scorching the ground with the ships thrusters. He only had 8 hours of oxygen so he had to move quick, working his way through the thick forest was the most time consuming part with him starting to question the existence of the facility just before he found it.
Making his way to the black site took over an hour off his oxygen supply but luckily the facility seemed relatively quiet with only a few guards at the entrance. Kilo scanned the perimeter before making his way the guarded entrance. He moved from tree to tree ensuring they couldn't see him, three short blasts of his weapon left the three guards dead on the spot, not even a drop of blood because the plasma burned the wound shut.
The stairs down felt like an eternity with his footsteps echoing down the stairwell, he knew they could hear him but hoped they would think he was one of the guards he had dropped.