04:00 (UTC +1)
March 4th, 2015
XCOM Headquarters
The week since the arrival of the large group of recruits to XCOM had gone rather smoothely, all things considered. XCOM Headquarters was now at full readiness, all personell and provisions were on-site (barring any people to be recruited later, of course).
The troops had gotten aquainted with the arms and armor that they would be using, though this transition was admittably rather easy, due in no small part to the fact that just about all of the weapons issued to XCOM's ground teams were merely somewhat modified versions of common weapons found in the armories of several of the world's militaries and law enforcement agencies. Likewise, the armor was simply a bulky Kevlar-and-composite affair with the addition of some extra protective padding on critical joints, and a fully-enclosed helmet that included some rather nice features (high-lum flashlight, built-in radio, auto-polarizing faceplate, and even rudimentary air-filtration). Every soldier had also recieved basic training in the use of XCOM's Field Medkits, too, as this was one area were not everyone would be familiar with their use. All in all, though, it seemed like the troops were taking a shine to their gear.
The pilots had also similarly been given time to get aquainted with their aircraft. The Interceptor pilots in particular had spent quite a lot of time learning the ins and outs of their aircraft, studying the specifications of their weapons, and also learning to cope with the flight characteristics of the Ravens (particularly the vertical launch catapult and the VTOL landings) thanks to the simulators that XCOM kept on-base. The Skyranger crews, likewise were engaged in similar training.
The science and engineering teams had also likewise been preparing, constantly testing, re-testing, and calibrating their equipment. Everyone at XCOM was ready, but sadly, all that anyone could do was wait.
But the wait, however, proved to not be long at all...
...
Brit Hagen was on her early shift when the alarm first sounded. She had been quietly reflecting on the past week, overlooking the large holographic globe in the center of Mission Control, when the air was shaken by the low bwaaaaaah of the base alarm. Within seconds, the relatively placid scene in Mission Control had turned into one of barely-organized chaos.
"SITREP! What's going on? Bradford!" Hagen shouted to her American second-in-command, who was looking at a monitor at his workstation. He looked up, his face wearing a shocked expression.
"We, uh...we may have an incursion, ma'am." he spoke, his voice shaking.
"Well, is that all?" Hagen asked sarcastically. She knew that Bradford was talented, but evidently he still needed to learn how to handle himself in a stressful situation. Forgetting to do things at a time like this was never a good thing.
"Oh! Uh, putting it up n display now, ma'am!"
Hagen nodded in silent approval, before turning her attention to the Globe. A single red indicator flashed in Northern Africa. Watch Officer Bradford began to give a run-down of the situation.
"OK, situation report: Algiers, Algeria. Mass hysteria, freak weather, and a missing Algerian military recon team. Area in the outskirts of the city"
"All of that in so little time?" the Central Officer asked, surprised.
"Uh, not quite. It would appear as though things began an hour and a half ago, the Algerians have only made the decision to contact us in the last 20 minutes, it looks like."
"Commander's going to take a bite out of the Council for that. OK, let's do this. Call up the ground team, tell 'em to get suited up and geared-up ASAP. Get all of OD-Delta on this; Black, Yates, Makhuba, Hill, Summers, Vanson, and Labelle. Who's Skyranger's on call, Bracken's? Tell him to get ready for immidiate take-off, I want them in the air within 5; we'll brief them en route. What's the airspace status over Algiers?"
"The Algerian Air Force reports no contacts over the city, or the surrounding area."
"Alright, that means we won't be needing our Interceptors for this. Tell Tanase and campbell that I want them on high-alert, either they're going with Bracken as extra crew for the Skyranger, or they're here, keeping watch with us. Send a message to the Algerian military, tell them to isolate the affected area and to put up a wide perimeter around it. Nothing get's through."
Hagen stopped as Bradford and the rest of the Mission Control staff got to work. She could already hear the thundering of the ground team approaching , heading for the Hanger. the distinctive sound of a Skyranger's engines warming up was also faintly audible. Brit stared for a moment at the distance between XCOM HQ and Algiers on the map.
Should take a little less than an hour of flight time if Bracken opens up the throttle. Plenty of time to brief them on the situation in-flight.
"Bradford, one more thing. Get someone to wake up the Commander, I'm pretty sure he'll want to have a look at all this personally."