Playing with the Enemy
For my group, we moved with precision, attacking anyone with a weapon who was in a face mask, with night vision glasses, and not in a suit.
The assassins had come prepared to do battle in the dark, and Marcus and his men were in their place of business; they wouldn’t have face masks on, and they, unlike the attackers and my team, would be dressed in suits.
My team had no guns; we had not come to make noise or leave traceable evidence of our presence. We came with knives, our fists, and one or two other assorted weapons. Bodies fell silently as our blades flashed, or we struck very specific parts of the human body that allowed for instant incapacitation.