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Post by ebony on Feb 24, 2011 20:57:32 GMT -5
Naveah walked in, red tinted glasses resting gently on her face. She look relaxed in black pants that clung on her hips, the legs a little wide so that they were loose and easy to move in. Her torso was covered with a black tanktop that would soon be covered by a jacket that would assist her later for the mission. She jaw was clenched, and it looked like she was a little bit more uptight today than any other day. She had been up for a few hours now, it being an extreme habit of her's to wake up at 7:30. She gazed around at the guns, her gift shifting through what each weapon was and what strengths the guns possessed. Her mind was calculating everything that it could, deciding which guns would be best for her to carry. "Morning, comrade," she muttered to the man, liking the Russian titles.
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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 24, 2011 21:43:36 GMT -5
Williamson looked at the woman, still not entirely certain how he felt about her. He was technically in charge of the mission and needed to arm his men. He had just one question for her, "Can you shoot?"
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Post by ebony on Feb 24, 2011 21:51:29 GMT -5
She was about to fall over with laughter. She was CIA of course she could shoot. Although she felt like laughing aloud, she held in the emotion, having learned that skill very quickly when in the field. A tiny smile did crack from her lips though, and she nodded. "Better than any woman you will see," she joked, having been armed with guns and little "spy" toys that she took much pride in having. She stepped forward, taking a look at a few of the guns, gently touching them so that she got a large image of them on her glasses, reviewing over them quickly. "What will you be taking?" she asked, dropping the joking.
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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 24, 2011 22:06:07 GMT -5
He could see that she found his question amusing, but a legitimate one. He had seen more than one of these spooks become a burden on his team because they were "rusty". "First thing, I am very certain you were trained how to shoot but I have seen more than one spook be a little "rusty" and my men paid the price. I would prefer I didn't lose anyone on this little trip." He paused to look at her expression, and then continued. "I will be taking a M4 SOPHMOD, with an ACOG scope, a M203 grenade launcher, and a suppressor, my entire team will be armed with silencers. I want this mission to go undetected for as long as possible, I will also be taking 4 M67, and 4 M203 fragmentation grenades for when it does go loud. My team will be arriving shortly to choose their weapons. What will you be taking?"
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Post by ebony on Feb 24, 2011 22:22:11 GMT -5
The seriousness of the situation dropped down on her like a ton of bricks. She wasn't one of the spooks who were "rusty", but him talking like that damn sure made her feel horrible about having one of her own be like that. Her jaw clenched, but the rest of her face remained hard as she scrolled through the images in her mind of the guns and weapons he planned to take. "I plan on taking the USP KM .45 Tactical pistol, and the MP5. Anything else you recommend, sir?" she asked, her need to impress coming out once more as she addressed him with respect.
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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 24, 2011 22:39:14 GMT -5
He saw the mood change in her eyes, good, this was a high stakes mission he needed seriousness. The weapon choice was good, he wasn't a huge fan of the MP5 but it would work fairly well. "No ma'am, except for a suppressor on the MP5 and swapping it for an MP5K just in case it gets close. Other than that nothing other than your clothing, you'll want a kevlar vest or some other form of body armor."
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Post by ebony on Feb 24, 2011 22:48:16 GMT -5
She nodded, in mission mode. She had spent so long being the underdog in her department that it was second nature turning into drone mode. It was a skill of her's. She felt a little clench at the mention of clothing. "I'll be provided with everything I will need in the next station," she muttered, having set up all this. They would first go through weapons, then armor, then a little bit of back ground information that she would be providing to all the troops while the means of transportation was working its way over to the base. "I'll get some guys to come in here and collect the guns you want," she said to him, gently touching a device in her ear. She begun a conversation, repeating the weapon names to the receiver. "Yes, hurry," she ended, opening the door with a swipe of her finger print on a little screen to the left of the door. The door opened with a screech, and she looked back at him. "They'll be armoring us next if you would like to follow," she muttered holding the doors open for him.
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Post by caboosebtw on Feb 24, 2011 22:59:08 GMT -5
He understood the reason for the haste, but haste makes mistakes. "Before we leave I need to give you a list of what I want for my team. There are five men on my team including me, I need 3 sets exactly like mine, and one set with an M24 rifle with a 12x scope. I also want each of my men and I, armed with a sidearm identical to yours." Satisfied with his list he walked through the door that the spook was holding open.
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Post by ebony on Feb 24, 2011 23:12:32 GMT -5
She pressed into her ear bud again and repeated what he wanted, continuing down the hallway to the next door that she had set up. She then grabbed a card that hung around her neck and flashed it across another keypad. It seemed that each door was opened in a different way around here. It was for security, and it was quite amusing to learn it for the first time. It was the biggest enigma that she had learned. She looked up at him, walking into a room that had tons of vests and such hanging around. "Take anything you need," she said to him, grabbing a vest that was slimmer than the rest with smaller pockets. She wasn't carrying normal things like the men would. In each pocket of the vest was something the CIA felt would be necessary for her. She gently dug out her treasures, looking at small devices with a large smile. Oh these kind of toys were her favorite.
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Post by caboosebtw on Apr 6, 2011 22:52:05 GMT -5
He didn't know, or care to be honest, what the spook was getting all he knew was that he hoped she could perform on the field. Just as he was taking his vest; a dragon skin one which wasn't standard issue but its lighter and stronger and less bulky so if they offered it why not take it, his team walked it. They had been through the other room carefully selecting their weapons and their sniper, armed with an M24 rifle and some immensely powerful scope (williamson never took an interest in long range combat), came up to him and said "Like a fuckin candy store aint it." "Jones watch your mouth we got a lady here," Williamson jokingly said as he slapped his buddy on the shoulder.
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Post by ebony on Apr 10, 2011 20:47:09 GMT -5
Naveah turned back around, pulling out the ear plug she had in currently and replaced it with the little bug that had been in her slimmed jacket. "Trust me, might as well treat me as a boy. Everyone else does," she grumbled, grabbing a few more things from the wall and placing them on her. "And yes, it is like a candy store on steriods. We like to take care of our men," she said with a small wink, looking at the overly zealous man. She looked at a second door and watched as men walked through with all the guns and things they asked for. Right as they walked in, Willaimson's men walked through behind them, and each of the agents gave them the guns that Williamson had asked for. Naveah grabbed her guns, slidding them into their holsters with slick precision that made her smile. Oh how she loved dangerous toys.
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Post by caboosebtw on Apr 10, 2011 20:54:56 GMT -5
The men were looking at her, she wouldn't be treated as a boy. These men are special forces troops which means they rarely get to see women, if they don't have a relationship. He would have to keep them in line somehow, but he would worry about that later. So he turned to her and asked her a question. "Is there a room that has a table in it in here, I need to go over the last few mission specs with my team."
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Post by ebony on Apr 10, 2011 20:59:50 GMT -5
She nodded, grabbing a couple more things before walking over to another door. She placed her fingers on a pad by the door, and it lit up, measuring the length between her fingers. A small beep was heard and the door slid open. "Right this way gentlemen," she said, putting her foot in the door so it wouldn't close, holding her arm out to lead the way.
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Post by caboosebtw on Apr 10, 2011 21:25:22 GMT -5
It was a big conference room table, completely unnecessary for his 8 man team. "Gather round boys, this is going to be interesting." The surrounded the table as he set the manila folder onto the table and laid the orders out. "We have been conscripted by the CIA for a hostage rescue. That means no patches, no IDs, no hostile survivors. They have executed many of the other hostages and we are sending a message to this terrorist cell. Jones, you will be dropped off 2 klicks away, I've seen you pull off more difficult shots before. The rest of us will fast rope onto the roof." He stopped for a minute to make sure that everyone was still on the same page.
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Post by ebony on Apr 10, 2011 21:30:02 GMT -5
Naveah had walked in behind them, the door sliding shut. She crossed her arms across her chest, listening to what he had to say. Today she would be like these men, being the skilled people they were. She would be the key, the lock breaker. She held a twinge of a smile, finally feeling useful in this company. She stepped closer, taking a look at the folder that she had given him. This would be exciting.
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Post by caboosebtw on Apr 10, 2011 21:32:39 GMT -5
Williamson looked around the room at his team, they were ready. "If there are no further questions then lets get going. Poseidon is waiting, and night is setting."
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Post by ebony on Apr 10, 2011 21:35:52 GMT -5
Naveah smiled, opening the several sets of doors that led them to the helicopter. She looked at her watch and then at the aircraft. "Alright, load 'em up boys, don't have all night," she said, jumping up into the machine as the pilot fired it up.
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Post by caboosebtw on Apr 10, 2011 21:44:45 GMT -5
The helicopter thundered over treetops towards the objective, like a predatory beast. They had been flying for about an hour at this dizzying speed and height. All the running lights were off so they were completely invisible from the ground. Then the chopper veered off and hovered over a rocky outcrop. Jones stood up saluted Williamson, who returned the gesture, and Jones jumped from the helicopter and slid into the darkness. Now that he was on the ground he was on his own, he would take his shots and then be extracted separately from the team. As soon as he was on the ground Poseidon disappeared back into the dark.
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Post by ebony on Apr 10, 2011 21:53:15 GMT -5
Naveah watched as the man dropped down into the darkness. She grabbed the overhanging strap as they took a hard turn, and she felt her pulse increase with the closer they got to the building. She was getting nervous and excited at the same time, her heart beating hard in her chest. The wind was roaring in the side of her ears, deafening her momentarily, the wind whipping out some strands of her long black hair from her sleek ponytail. The air was slightly chilly, goosebumps raising on her arms like bug bites. She narrowed her eyes, a fierce look coming on her face. She was on a mission. Cold air and loud noises would have to break her to pieces before she lost sight of that.
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Post by caboosebtw on Apr 17, 2011 21:41:36 GMT -5
"Target in 3" The pilots voice came through loud and clear on his and his teams helmets. In three minutes they would be causing some serious damage. Him and his team began readying their weapons, checking them over and loading them. The chopper was filled with the clacking of weapons.
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