"Sir, we're Southridge Police and we are on an operation to weed out mafias we believe to be in your...premises." Colonel Johnson muttered, with his deep 50-year old hoarse voice exuberating its usual firmness.

"Ah, sure. Here are the keys." Juan, the Hotel Manager responded, with a concerned look. "Try not to damage the hotel, officer..."

Upon receiving the keys, Johnson signalled to 282 other armed personnel from the Southridge Police Dept, GELE Navy, GELE Air Force, GELE sentinels, and many other law enforcement regiments. Among them were 22 specially trained anti-terrorist units. The units then proceeded swiftly into the lobby, one by one.

Entering first was General Victor, who saw two mafia operatives armed with ak47. PEW-PEWWW PEWW PEWW PEWWW...
Officer Timothy fired at them with his quick reflexes, using only 5 rounds from his silenced GM4 rifle. The two man lay motionless on the ground, as they bled their way into heaven.

TINK!

The lift door open, and the officers immediately threw a flashbang into it before swerving their eyes off the lift. BANG! Luckily, no one was in the lift and the officers proceeded in. When they reached the second floor, they approached room 5. Promptly, attaching a c4 explosive to the door, the officers blew it apart before rushing in to a firing spree. They killed 3 naked mafia operatives in the room who were playing chess - and did not have time to grab their firearms. One woman and two man down, many more to go.

The officers cleared off room after room in the second floor. Was all clear? Nope, far from it. As SWAT team member Officer Jones looked at the 34 naked men and women in the rooms they've cleared thus far lying on the ground and some of them bleeding to death, it was indeed tempting to put them out of their misery.

"Sir, could we put them out of their misery..." He asked central command located miles away in Southridge.

"Permission Granted, soldiers." The speaker sounded. Each officer then took out a C4 from their kits and strapped it to the stomach of the dying mafias, and all left the rooms to the corridor. "In 3, 2...1..." Colonel Jones counted. BOB--BOOO-BOOOMMM!!

A chain of explosions ripped through the rooms, forcing the 284 soldiers to lay on the ground to prevent injuries. One more level to clear. Colonel Jones spoke through his walkie-talkie asking for the 20 beehives that has been collected by local flower merchants to be delivered to the hotel.

5 hours later, the officers attached C4 explosives to all doors in all rooms in the third level, then blasting them all open. 20 beehives were then yanked into the corridor and rooms by officers in protective gear. AHHHHH!!! The mafias in the room screamed in pain as swarms of thousands of bees attacked them with their stings. Some attempted to jump out of the window in their desparate attempt to flee the agony. However, there was no cushioning on the ground, and those who jumped fell to their deaths.

Those who were enduring hard at the stings were then dragged out of their rooms and into the lift by officers in protective suits, before being handcuffed.

At the lobby, there were highly skilled and experienced medics from GELE awaiting for the fugitives. Due to the emergency of the situation, the medics did not bring any first aid boxes so they had to improvise by using their undergarments that they took off minutes earlier. Squeezing a little bit of pure manuka honey onto their undergarments, they scrubbed it hard onto the fugitives in handcuffs.

After 2 hours, the hotel was declared safe and the operation was pronounced a success by Colonel Johnson. It was another operation towards a safer era.