Eric finished dressing, putting on a set of jungle facepaint. He looked over at Vase.
"Sir, may I ask a question?"
"Sir, may I ask a question?"
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Damien walked in, and went straight up to the counter.
"give me one of the forms."
Paul handed over the form, and waited expectantly as Damien ran his eye down it, ticked off a couple of items, and handed it back. He took the form, and raised his eyebrows.
"This all you want?"
Damien nodded. "Everything else too heavy" he grunted. "Too much noise."
Paul sighed, and turned away for a second to grab the items. He returned, and passed over 3 smoke grenades and a couple of flashbangs.
"And I'll need some ammo for this." Damien added, passing over the pistol. Paul took it, nodded, and passed it back, along with 5 clips. Damien took them and tossed them into a small rucksack from the clothing store, along with the grenades and a tin of camoflague paint. He hefted the satchel over his shoulder, and looked expectantly at the rest of the team.
"give me one of the forms."
Paul handed over the form, and waited expectantly as Damien ran his eye down it, ticked off a couple of items, and handed it back. He took the form, and raised his eyebrows.
"This all you want?"
Damien nodded. "Everything else too heavy" he grunted. "Too much noise."
Paul sighed, and turned away for a second to grab the items. He returned, and passed over 3 smoke grenades and a couple of flashbangs.
"And I'll need some ammo for this." Damien added, passing over the pistol. Paul took it, nodded, and passed it back, along with 5 clips. Damien took them and tossed them into a small rucksack from the clothing store, along with the grenades and a tin of camoflague paint. He hefted the satchel over his shoulder, and looked expectantly at the rest of the team.
Eric looked around, before speaking.
"What happens to us, y'know, when these terrorists are all gone?"
"What happens to us, y'know, when these terrorists are all gone?"
"I haven't thought about it," frowns Vase, "I guess we live out our lives in 'peace'" he stops to look around, "well whatever 'peace' truly is."
Jason opened his locker and shrugged on a khaki-camo jacket over his olive-green t-shirt. Over this, he put on his Interceptor body armour vest, sliding composite plates into pouches on the front and back, before fixing his webbing in place and organising his extra magazines and grenades. Finishing up, he looped his rifle around his shoulder and fixed his C4 satchel around his waist before sitting down on a bench with his helmet resting in his lap.
He heard Eric's question and looked up.
He heard Eric's question and looked up.
Damien watched Eric leave. He watched the others checking their equipment, then headed for the door. "I'm going too" He told Vase. Pausing to grab a pair of binoculars, and a set of night vision goggles, he left the room.
"Yip, lets get heading then," smiled Vase, he enjoyed the thrill of a mission start. He patted Jason on the back and began heading to the plane.
Ochidi...I think your in the wrong page >.>?
Jason chuckled, "Can't say I've ever let myself get into that position. Yeah a few times during the Pacification, bastards didn't know what hit them."
The door to the runway loomed ahead.
"Well, here goes."
He pushed open the door and emerged into the outside world, the C-130 Hercules that was to be their transport lay about 300m away, it's idling engines creating a shimmering haze that obscured the air-maintenance crews from view. The other members of Foxtrot team could be seen heading towards the plane.
Beginning to walk down the runway, Jason looked at Vase.
"You're from the Ukraine, right? How'd you end up here?"
The door to the runway loomed ahead.
"Well, here goes."
He pushed open the door and emerged into the outside world, the C-130 Hercules that was to be their transport lay about 300m away, it's idling engines creating a shimmering haze that obscured the air-maintenance crews from view. The other members of Foxtrot team could be seen heading towards the plane.
Beginning to walk down the runway, Jason looked at Vase.
"You're from the Ukraine, right? How'd you end up here?"
"Went AWOL with my team, got lumped in jail then recruited," he laughed as he walked to the Hercules, "what about you?" he asked interestedly looking between him and the heathaze from the engines.
Myle's voice was heard from the entrance. "Your bud there decided to join up with WIO when Mum and Dad were killed by looters. For the apparent leader, you sure don't do research." He smirks a little smaller and puts on his cap, his military jacket, and holsters his revolver. "There you go, Emilia. Home sweet home."
Jason chuckled, "The man knows his stuff."
He walked up the ramp into the Hercules and glanced at Myles.
"How about you?"
As the man replied, Jason stepped over to the airman who was handing out the HALO gear and picked his up. He was soon clad in a snug black jumpsuit with his parachute and a small oxygen tank strapped to his back. The tank led up to a facemask which Jason hung around his neck.
He walked up the ramp into the Hercules and glanced at Myles.
"How about you?"
As the man replied, Jason stepped over to the airman who was handing out the HALO gear and picked his up. He was soon clad in a snug black jumpsuit with his parachute and a small oxygen tank strapped to his back. The tank led up to a facemask which Jason hung around his neck.
Myles looked at Jason, grabbing his gear. "Had some people who weren't exactly happy with how I made my money. Wanted some of it back. Figured, 'If I'm gonna die, might as well be with a gun in my hand, a bullet in my chest, and hot blood in my veins, y'know? I know Emilia wouldn't wanted me to go down pitifully." He pauses, momentarily breaking his smirk. He shakes it off, the smirk returning. "The Nine o' Diamonds gonna get his, right? You ready?"
Damien was seated in the back of the plane, already kitted out. He watched Jason get his HALO gear on, and search around for an empty seat.