Alias. (Note this name is subject to change)
an excerpt

The team crept their way down the hall, keeping to the shadows and rounding corners cautiously, silently keeping count of the doors as they past them. “Eight, Nine, Ten.” They were standing in front of an old, grimy wooden door. Pressing his ear to the door, Taelor listened. There were faint whisperings: “This is not going to work! I’m telling you this is not going to work!” and then: “Shut up! Alias thought this through! He hasn’t been wrong yet! It’ll work. It’ll work.”
“Monica, we found ‘em.”
“Engage.” Monica said simply.
Taelor nodded to his teammates. Jeremy and Carlos stood flush against the wall next to the door, Taelor stood on the other side, and Jennifer stood in front of the door, two primed flash bangs clenched in her fists. Taelor gave the thumbs up sign questioningly. Jennifer nodded. In one solid movement, Taelor got in front of the door and kicked in open taking cover behind the wall while Jennifer chucked the flash bangs in and also took cover. They all held their breath and clasped their gloved hands to their ears. There was a massive explosion of light and sound. “GO! GO! GO!” Taelor yelled entering the room, gun poised.
Ali lit his third cigarette and took in several long, nervous drags before it was reduced to nothing but a stub. He grabbed a fourth one and lit it. “Fuckin’ A, Man!” Muhammad said disgustedly, “You’re gonna get cancer, I swear!”
“Nah, cancer is a myth.” Ali said taking in a deep drag.
“Suit your self.”
There was a huge crash of wood on concrete and the sound of screeching door hinges filled the air. Muhammad turned, weapon poised from his hip toward the new danger that just presented itself. There was a huge explosion and a blinding light obstructed his vision. He tried to avert his eyes in the process of dropping his weapon. He tried to yell out in pain and anguish but he couldn’t hear himself. His ears were ringing as he tripped, blind, onto the concrete. A skull splitting pain erupted on his forhead and he blacked out.

“GO! GO! GO!” Taelor yelled as he entered the room, gun poised. He immediately let his training take over. He looked to the far left corner for hostiles, seeing none he turned to the sound of yelling. Eight people, seven blindfolded, were rolling on the floor in agony. Another was blinking madly and groaning with discomfort. And still another fell of several crates onto the hard concrete; he got back up and aimed a pistol in Taelor’s general direction. Taelor didn’t think as he pulled the trigger and three pieces of rubber hurtling through the air to hit the man in the face. The man dropped like a sack of potatoes. There were several other gunshots and within thirty seconds of the door being kicked in, the terrorists all lay unconscious on the ground.
“CLEAR!”
“CLEAR!”
“CLEAR!”
“CLEAR!”
Taelor relaxed a little, holding his weapon in one hand, pointing at the ground. “Area secure, Monica.” Taelor said taking count of everyone. “All hostiles have been neutralized, zero loss off life.” Jeremy, Carlos, and Jennifer had all pulled out plastic zip ties and had securely fastened them to the wrists of the terrorists.
“Very good, we’re coming around now to pick everyone up. Get the chemicals out of there as fast as you can.”
“Aye.” Walking over to the crates, Taelor grabbed one and gave it a shove. It was surprisingly light. Perplexed he looked the box up and down and found the lid. With some great effort he was able to open it up. The blood drained from his face as he looked inside the crate. He ran to the other crates and opened them up. Same exact thing. “Monica,”
“Yeah?”
“There’s no chemicals in here.”