A call to action

You are watching a movie on your Ipod when the call to action is sounded. A rough sounding job. Squirrel infestation under the city building. There's old tunnels there long abandoned. Your team dresses in chem suits and they have gas weapons and suit attached lights. All have back up handguns, first aid kits, shotguns, and three cell phones each. You slip in silently late at night when they are most likely sleeping. You find the central mass of them all sprawled together in one room for warmth. Everyone takes positions and sprays, they spaz, curl and die, turning backwards with they're guts hanging out they're mouths. Everyone takes an area and searches. The rest of the rodents are killed off. Another week's pay well earned. And everyone has some beers at the titty club to celebrate.