F.I.S.T. Foreign Intelligence Strike Team

120 miles from Tel Aviv
11:26 PM

Lyra is currently kneeling on a cliff overlooking the road as she's split her team into four groups that'll come from all sides once the vehicle goes through the spike strip once it's deployed that is.

Lyra: "All teams check in." She says into her radio earning a response from everyone. "Good... Keep your eyes sharp people, that transport should be here any minute." She says fiddling with her necklace and glances down as it was a gift from an old friend of hers.

Sayeret OP: "Ma'am transport coming in, three o'clock." He says lightly hitting her shoulder.

Lyra: "Alright people get ready, especially you Khatib, you better toss that spike strip right." She says aiming her Tavor 21 at the convoy which is getting closer by the second.

Khatib throws the spike strip across the road, the vehicle tries swerving around this but crashes into a large sturdy rock while two tires get popped by the spike strip.

Lyra: "Approach with caution." She says to her teams over the radio as she gets behind a rock for cover. "To those in the vehicle! We know you're transporting White phosphorus, you can exit the vehicle and surrender... I promise you will not be harmed!" She yells out in English assuming the driver and passengers know English.

Moments of silence pass by as Lyra calmly holds her bullpup with her cheek resting on the stock. Lyra turns to her right seeing two vehicles coming in fast.

Lyra: "Shit, team four you watch the vehicle and it's passengers, we'll deal with our guests!" She orders running into less exposed cover as the vehicles swerve to the side with men exiting them. "Contact!" She says ducking from the men who begin shooting at her and the other Sayeret Matkhal operators.

Lyra hears the bullets connecting against the rock and bullets flying over head. Lyra carefully peaks out of cover firing her bullpup in single shot taking out the headlights so that the hostiles have a more difficult time seeing them though that also applies to her and her team.

The gunfire stops momentarily as both sides are trying to find targets to shoot. Lyra gets an idea pulling out a flare and lighting it and throws it towards the vehicles.

Khatib sees a few hostiles thanks to the flare as he fires his Negev in short bursts. The rounds fly past and end up hitting one of the hostiles in the shoulder mangling it to the point he can't keep his rifle raised.

Lyra again peaks firing but falls back into cover avoiding fire from an M4 carried by one of the hostiles. Some of the Sayeret ops run up to her position.

Sayeret op: "Hey ma'am, enjoying yourself?"

Lyra: "Time of my life, they got a good position behind the vehicles but Khatib will keep them down, so we'll throw a few frags over." She says earning a nod from the two.

Lyra holds her frag Grenade and looks to the the other who nod ready to throw. Lyra pulls the pin by biting it and throws it across as do her teammates.

The grenades go off in succession with pained screams following. One of Lyra's teammates peaks but he is shot in the face and falls to the ground with a hole in his face.

Lyra curses to herself but hears Khatib gurgling blood and clutching his neck.

Lyra: "Goddamn it, fucker probably has thermal or night vision scopes."

Sayeret sniper: "you want us to focus our attention to them?"

Lyra: "Negative, keep your eyes on that vehicle... We need to obscure his vision make it harder for him to aim." She says as the Sayeret op next to her nods in agreement.