Where it all went wrong...

Insertion: You're strapped in to your harness descending an elevator shaft to sub level 5. Your eyes are closed as you run through the mission brief in your head... "A small third party occult organization has stolen an anomalous object. Command has once again denied to divulge any identifying information about the objects properties other than it's physical description..." Commander Sheldon is interrupted by Sergeant Jacks "Are you serious! They are actually sending us in blind to retrieve some runic box that could do anything from turning your skin blue to turning it inside out? What happened to their promise of that last minute update?" He roars slamming his fist on the table. A stern stare from the commander ends his rant as he winds up for a second bought "... As I was saying sergeant we dont know, they only sent us what we need to know to ID it..." He puts an image on the screen a hand size box , Aztec in design "... It's old once used to hold the hearts of human sacrifices in what is now Mexico, sandy color, red and green ornate drawings of feathered serpents and people hold blood sacrifices." He drones on but your mind wanders to the more tactical side of the briefing... "Four teams, each two man strong, four objectives. Team one, infiltration destroy the power and give us an opening. Team two, stage on the upper leaves, distraction reaction forces and hunting for potential VIP targets loud and fast. Team three, hunting the RND section looking for any information on exactly what we are getting into. Team four, your dropping to the bottom levels looking for a way into the black site at the bottom, break in, and secure the package by any means necessary." ... Shudder breaks your focus, the red lights of the elevator shaft zipping by, you check your gear one last time before activating the break on your harness. You and your partner screech to a halt, quickly releasing the harness and prying the doors open. Boots on the ground quick and quite are the last things in your head before a thundering boom rips the room apart... You groggily wake up on the floor, bloody and wounded, your partner is motionless on the ground and equally wounded. A trap, the screaming on your ear piece reveals your other team executing the plan under heavy resistance. You reach up and check in "All teams this is Apex, Team one ambushed, minor injuries, progressing into facility." A quick check under the flashing red lights and blaring alarms shows three fragmentation grenades, two flash grenades, first-aid kit, and your sidearm still in its holster. Boots rushing to your position, a step and crushing glass are a good a start as any. The stern voice of Apex comes back over the radio "All agents check in."