Chronicle:End of evil

It still felt like the middle of winter in Okorath, even though winter was supposed to begin to end and the Kaurissmas period was long over. But when you are so damn far up north there are only 2 climates, snow, and slightly mushy snow. It was also the evening so the warmth from the bleached white ball that shined down upon Tellurus wasn't there for anyone. There Berau of Un-Northwesternite Activities field agent Stockman Jones laid prone between the trees and snowcovered grass with a pair of binoculars and a shotgun by his side. In front between the trees was a fairly large compound situated in a clearing.

The compound reminded him of a suburb house in the way the walls and roof were made, the only difference was that it couldn't really be considered a house anymore because it was way too big to be one but not luxurious enough to be a mansion. It was surrounded by a metal fence, and several guards walking about every few minutes with several entrances via gravel roads.

But why was the Berau of Un-Northwesternite Activities observing a random compound? Well, it wasn't just BUNA watching, Stockman knew that somewhere in the forest around him were dozens upon dozens of other BUNA field agents, BUNA SWAT, and other branches watching, getting ready to strike. Even the forest service is joining in with one of the Arsytian-made large helicopters they have.

A few months ago the Reign Park incident took place, and all eyes suddenly turned to the underground world of deviant cults present in the rural Union State. Isolated within compounds no one has really done anything about them unless a whistleblower sounded the alarm but this one was big. Bigger than any before. Now under the orders of supposedly the president who swore in a public speech to tackle the underground cults, law enforcement both local and federal have gathered around the country to take action. This one was called the Sacrament of the Shattered Sword, typical cultish isolationist bullshit that was a pyramid scheme for their supposed chosen one to make fat stacks of green.

"Moving up behind you Stockman..." A hushed raspy voice came from his radio, he heard the snow shift and shuffle behind him as several more officers and agents clad in tactical gear. "Lieutenant Clayton, I was about to radio in to you that the coast was clear..." he turns around to face the several dozen or so that had gathered behind him. "It's fine, other scouts have given us the info about the guards. Lightly armed and spread thin, they're having some sort of sermon inside it seems...gear up"

Everyone flipped their night vision goggles on, Bright green pairs of orbs emitted by the goggles in the dozens lit up the forest like ghosts in the dark, green lasers attached to their guns pointed at whatever they faced. "Forest Service moving in right now, you know the drill" Above an Arsytian-made Mi-17 painted in the colors of the Union State Forest Service swooped in its back door already opened carrying officers with heavy breaching equipment. The cultist guards outside began to scramble and panic as law enforcement emerged from the forest and helicopter.

Gunfire broke out,