Operation: Gear (CANCELED)
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<spoiler=Start>Here we go with the story... 
Joseph walked into a large hanger, he was dressed in his United States Marine Corps dress blues. He had his well packed duffel bag in his left hand a slip of paper in his right. Odd, why would we meet here? He thought. He looked around, only a UH-60 Black Hawk was there, everything else was empty...
Joseph walked into a large hanger, he was dressed in his United States Marine Corps dress blues. He had his well packed duffel bag in his left hand a slip of paper in his right. Odd, why would we meet here? He thought. He looked around, only a UH-60 Black Hawk was there, everything else was empty...
Tom stood in a corner, eyeing the new arrival. A well-built, blonde haired man; US flag on his Uniform.
Marine Corps, at a guess. he thought to himself as the man approached.
Tom gave a curt nod and held his hand in a greeting gesture.
Even though the American appeared on the same side, Tom subtly placed his hand in his pocket, right next to his Sig, if the need for it arose.
Marine Corps, at a guess. he thought to himself as the man approached.
Tom gave a curt nod and held his hand in a greeting gesture.
Even though the American appeared on the same side, Tom subtly placed his hand in his pocket, right next to his Sig, if the need for it arose.
"If you mean Tier 1, then yeah." Tom said, shaking his hand.
"Tom Worthington, SAS. Good to finally see another NATO man, been sitting on my arse here for nearly an hour..." Tom said, making small talk.
He pulled his Sig P226 out of his holster, and racked the slide back.
"What sidearm do you yanks get nowadays? We were upgraded to the 226 a year or two back.."
Tom asked, continuing the small talk. Besides that, he was genuinely interested in what pistol the man had. Tom certainly favored his pistol over his ACR; though only by a small margin.
"Tom Worthington, SAS. Good to finally see another NATO man, been sitting on my arse here for nearly an hour..." Tom said, making small talk.
He pulled his Sig P226 out of his holster, and racked the slide back.
"What sidearm do you yanks get nowadays? We were upgraded to the 226 a year or two back.."
Tom asked, continuing the small talk. Besides that, he was genuinely interested in what pistol the man had. Tom certainly favored his pistol over his ACR; though only by a small margin.
"Nice weapon." Tom replied, taking the pistol as he offered his own to Joseph.
"9mm, am I right?" He said as he swirled it around his finger by the trigger jokingly, before holding it as if ready to fire, one eye closed, the other staring down the sights.
"Very nice feel to it." He said with a smile as he handed it back to it's owner.
"9mm, am I right?" He said as he swirled it around his finger by the trigger jokingly, before holding it as if ready to fire, one eye closed, the other staring down the sights.
"Very nice feel to it." He said with a smile as he handed it back to it's owner.
Tom shrugged as he holstered his pistol.
"Nope. Headquarters only told me to wait here for orders. Nothing on who was coming, just that I'd been promoted to whatever this 'Tier 1' thing is..." He replied, looking out of the hangar, hoping for a glimpse of some sort of commanding officer.
He was itching to do something.
"Nope. Headquarters only told me to wait here for orders. Nothing on who was coming, just that I'd been promoted to whatever this 'Tier 1' thing is..." He replied, looking out of the hangar, hoping for a glimpse of some sort of commanding officer.
He was itching to do something.
Dude I'm kind of busy today, sorry, but I might be able to make it today though that's unlikely.
Name: Daniel Johnson
Date of Birth: 3/16/1980
Call Sign: DLB (don't look back, but is just said as DLB)
Rank:MOS 0311
Country:USA
Military Branch: Marine Recon team
Weapon Load-Out:
Equipment:3 frag grenades, 2 HE grenades, 4 flash bangs, first aid kit, 7 magazines for his primary weapon, 4 for his sidearm, and signal flare gun.
Military History: Johnson had first enlisted himself in the police department of New York (Harlem). After attending West Point he had joined the Marines. After serving 5 years he was almost awarded the medal of [CLASSIFIED] for [CLASSIFIED]
Combat History: Daniel was always a good shot, even with his desert eagle. He was an expert at finding a way to corner an enemy, and never missed a chance to bring an enemy back for questioning.
Specialty: Capturing enemies, and finding vital info quickly and quietly (Recon Team).
Bio: Daniel was raised in New York city. His parents all had something to do with the military.
his Great Grandfather served in the world war, and so did his Grandfather. His dad used to serve in Afghanistan but died in a tragic accident when one of his group members didn't see him clearly and committed friendly fire. Daniel was taken care of by his strict mother. He was good at math and social studies in all of his schools. After he turned 20, he became a police man to protect his home borough from crime (which is impossible). After a couple years of being a cop, he became overwhelmed by the stupidity of being a cop with his intelligence and took a test for West Point. After finishing it (West Point) he joined the Marine Recon team and got promoted to Tier 1.
Appearance:
Date of Birth: 3/16/1980
Call Sign: DLB (don't look back, but is just said as DLB)
Rank:MOS 0311
Country:USA
Military Branch: Marine Recon team
Weapon Load-Out:
Equipment:3 frag grenades, 2 HE grenades, 4 flash bangs, first aid kit, 7 magazines for his primary weapon, 4 for his sidearm, and signal flare gun.
Military History: Johnson had first enlisted himself in the police department of New York (Harlem). After attending West Point he had joined the Marines. After serving 5 years he was almost awarded the medal of [CLASSIFIED] for [CLASSIFIED]
Combat History: Daniel was always a good shot, even with his desert eagle. He was an expert at finding a way to corner an enemy, and never missed a chance to bring an enemy back for questioning.
Specialty: Capturing enemies, and finding vital info quickly and quietly (Recon Team).
Bio: Daniel was raised in New York city. His parents all had something to do with the military.
his Great Grandfather served in the world war, and so did his Grandfather. His dad used to serve in Afghanistan but died in a tragic accident when one of his group members didn't see him clearly and committed friendly fire. Daniel was taken care of by his strict mother. He was good at math and social studies in all of his schools. After he turned 20, he became a police man to protect his home borough from crime (which is impossible). After a couple years of being a cop, he became overwhelmed by the stupidity of being a cop with his intelligence and took a test for West Point. After finishing it (West Point) he joined the Marine Recon team and got promoted to Tier 1.
Appearance:
Hey, just posting this as a heads up that I'm going to be a part of the I.O's. Smag asked me today and I've agreed to do it alongside Vee.
So, hi, looking forward to RPing with you all, hope this goes well.
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Name: Sam Owen
Date of Birth: January 27th, 1971 (Age 39)
[b]Call Sign:[/b] Baseplate
[b]Rank:[/b] Intelligence Officer Assistant
[b]Country:[/b] United Kingdom
[b]Military Branch:[/b] Tier One
Weapon Load-Out: Non applicable at this point, favoured a SCAR-H with M-203 attachment when on deployment, silenced USP.45 as side-arm.
[b]Equipment:[/b] N/A
[b]Military History: [/b](Classified)
[b]Combat History:[/b] (Classified)
[b]Specialty:[/b] Comms and intelligence
[b]Bio:[/b] Sam was brought up around war as his father was deployed to various conflicts around the globe from the moment Sam was born. Sam lead an unremarkable life, getting good grades in school but having no ultimate aim in life, also keeping his nose out of trouble. When his father died on active service in the first Gulf War, Sam decided to then join the Army to honour his fathers good name at the age of 20.
A quick learner, Sam soon proved more then adept at managing Communications and Intel with Command, with the enemy Intel he recovered from sites soon becoming vital for success in a number of Ops that have been dismissed amongst higher ups as ?mere rumour and smoke.? His previous combat and military history has been with-held and put under security as it contains sensitive information about past Ops and he was fast-tracked into the Intelligence Office on the orders of Tier One. It is unknown whether or not he has any family left alive after his mother hasn?t spoken to him since he joined the Army and he doesn?t acknowledge her. He has since then developed a cockiness about what he does and is very blunt with people, even those ranked higher. He is willing to do anything to get a mission done.
[b]Appearance:[/b] Brown hair, brown eyes with a light beard. Standard military fatigues, sunglasses as most of the higher ups have. Still carries a deactivated USP.45 with him.Better get this party started then.
As Sam entered the hangar, he heard two voices, one American, the other a British accent.
Ah, we found a Brit then. This is good for us, Brits are always more level headed then the Yanks. Sam smirked to himself as he approached the two men discussing weapons in the corner. He walked over towards them and announced "Gentleman, glad you've arrived. Welcome to Tier One." Sam smiled and removed his sunglasses.
Tom glanced up at this man, with a look mixed of admiration and distrust.
"And you are, my good man?" Tom asked, shaking the smiling man's hand firmly.
"And you are, my good man?" Tom asked, shaking the smiling man's hand firmly.
Sam shook Tom's hand and smiled. "Sorry, that is a strictly need to know basis. And right now, you don't need to know it. And you probably never will unless you get my job. Lets just say, I'm an very important guy who could save your life without you even noticing."
Sam put his hands behind his back and gazed towards the hangar entrance. "It looks like we've still got a coupla' people to show up still, including my superior."
Sam put his hands behind his back and gazed towards the hangar entrance. "It looks like we've still got a coupla' people to show up still, including my superior."
"I can take that for an answer." Tom replied, placing his hands in his pockets and leaning against the iron hangar doors.
He was used to higher-ups telling him there were things he wasn't to know. Even if he was in a branch of military that had highly restricted access, it didn't give Tom an all-access pass himself.
Knowing next to nothing about this man barely affected Tom.
Still, he was a Brit himself.
Good to have another from the home team. he thought to himself.
Tom chuckled at Joseph's joke.
He was used to higher-ups telling him there were things he wasn't to know. Even if he was in a branch of military that had highly restricted access, it didn't give Tom an all-access pass himself.
Knowing next to nothing about this man barely affected Tom.
Still, he was a Brit himself.
Good to have another from the home team. he thought to himself.
Tom chuckled at Joseph's joke.