What had to be done would be done this night. Unbeknownst to the quiet neighborhood of the suburbs, a moving shadow lurked silently through backyards, behind buildings, and through the trees. This shadow was alive. In fact, it was composed of several components, each one thinking and working together to form a whole. Light seemed to shy away from it as it crept to a stop at the back door of one house.
And then, there was the sound of electricity. It was faint, and only lasted for a few seconds. The security light in the back yard flickered and then went out. Right away, the shadow partially seeped into the ground, pouring itself off of those that it hid-- the team collectively known as the Basilisk.
There were eight of them present, each one in an identical gray suit and with the same audio and visual equipment. With their radios silent, they communicated with hand gestures and nods, moving like ghosts after one easily picked the lock. There must have been one or two in the group who were using their powers. Those shadows didn't cling to them for nothing, and the security system didn't ignore them just for the fun of it either. But their steps were silent only because they had trained so hard. Through years of being Navy Seals, Secret Service, and many other prestegious groups, the members of the Basilisk--"Components", as they called themselves-- definately knew what they were doing.
After pouring into the house almost as one, a member of the team stepped forward in a crouched posture. Moving with him, they all went straight toward the stairs. He signaled them with a hand gesture to stay back and stay on guard, earning a series of acknowleging nods. Slowly, he crept up, making sure to step to the sides of each stair and not the middle. That way, there would be no creaking to alert the family that lived there. After surveying the upstairs hallway, he gave an all-clear with a hand gesture and called up two more men, who ascended the stairs in the same way. Together, they went straight to the left, staying along the wall.
They reached a closed bedroom door. Beneath it, blueish light from the muted television spilled out into the hallway, but still seemed to avoid touching the intruders. Their emotionless, masked faces nodded to each other as one reached for the door knob. Another knealt down and placed a hand to his temple. Seconds later, that same electric sound from before was heard. The light from the television had went away. From inside the room, a man's voice moaned in discontent. He mumbled something quietly as it sounded like he got up and shuffled across the carpet toward the television.
Timing was everything at this point. The door would make a sound when it opened, and there was no doubt that the man would shout. The woman, if she was awake, would cry out in a shrill shriek and wake up the kids. In fact, she'd wake up the neighbors in the next county over, quite literally. If they weren't fast and percise, the mission would be botched. But that wasn't much of a possibility with such a spotless team of experts.
Eight-point-six-two-three-three seconds of silence later, the room door suddenly flew open. Right away, a shadow flooded into the room. Two silver glints flew through the air-- one meant for the man, who was checking on the television and the other for the woman, who was sleeping in the bed. They were right on target. With a raspy whisper, the man attempted to yell and rush toward them, but he collapsed, reaching for his neck. He was out cold. One of the Components moved quickly to catch him before he hit the floor. As he shuffled toward the bed to lay him down, the other two retrieved the sleeping woman. She was already asleep, but the tranq had hit anyway. She wouldn't be awake until it wore off, so her supersonic voice wouldn't be a risk for the team.
With their mission nearing its silent end, they opened the window and one carefully stepped out onto the roof. They passed him the sleeping woman before stepping out themselves, making sure not to stand too close and come crashing through the roof. After the window was closed, they, believe it or not, hopped off the the house without hesitation. Conveniently, other five Components were below, each holding a black net, which was big enough to catch the plummeting four. The mission was almost a success. Now, it was time to travel back to their hidden transport module. Back to the rocky north shore, which was less than a mile away.
The three average-looking speedboats parted the water as they went away, making use of the frequency jamming equipment that was housed in the hull of the lead boat. Unmasked and in plain clothes, the occupants of each boat didn't seem to have a care in the world. They were just out for some late-night fishing. The woman, however, remained hidden beneath the deck in a secret compartment of the second boat.