[ WP ] It is December 27th . Two days ago Santa did not deliver gifts for the first time in 600 years . Santa 's Workshop has gone dark . You are the leader of the SEAL Team tasked with finding out why . This is your story .

`` Fuck, I hate this place,'' Barry muttered under his breath. Loud enough for us all to hear over the microphones though, of course. I never got that. Why half ass it? Either say it out loud, or not at all. 
 
 Could n't blame him for the sentiment, though. Our flashlights swooped over lines of dolls and action figures, most of them with unfinished paint jobs. To make it worse, the place was bitterly cold, the ceramic plated body armour doing little to warm us up. 
 
 We'd lost Charles already, as he dove into a toy vault, and refused to come out. We could collect him later, assuming we made it out of this alive. 
 
 `` Darryl, cover me,'' I muttered over the radio. He gave the affirmative, and I dashed through the darkened hallway, bursting into the room of the man himself. 
 
 `` Hello, Alan. You've been a good boy this year, have n't you?'' he asked, attempting to smile despite the circumstances. 
 
 `` Santa... What's going on?'' I gestured around the factory. `` Why is the factory shut down? The US economy needs this.'' 
 
 I ca n't quite bring myself to be angry at Santa. But I can muster up disapproval. 
 
 `` It's the Grinch,'' he explained. `` He wants to steal Christmas, and he made some friends. Some friends with very loud toys,'' he points to a shell casing on the ground. 
 
 `` Jesus,'' I curse, not really caring if that takes me off the'nice' list. `` They're armed?'' 
 
 `` Now hang on, Alan,'' Santa holds out a sack. `` I've made some toys for you as well.'' 
 
 `` This is hardly the time for-'' I begin, but he shushes me, shoving it into my hands. It's very heavy, but a SEAL could handle it. 
 
 `` Share them with your friends,'' he says, ushering me out of the room, drinking from a gallon jug of milk. 
 
 `` You two heard that?'' I glance at my squadmates. `` Toys, bloody toys!'' I drop the sack in the corridor and storm over to the conveyor belt to kick some dolls over. 
 
 `` Hey Chief?'' Darryl asks. 
 
 `` Yeah, what?'' I look over at him. 
 
 Darryl just grins, holding up a flashbang he drew from the bag. 
 
 `` Ah, that kind of toy,'' I nod in understanding.
