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Mike examined the women that had just walked in. She's one nice looking girl. About my age, probably something to do with the military, so she can probably handle herself. He thought as he gave her a nod. "So, what's the objective for this mission?"
Jason stood in the darker corner of the warehouse, thinking to himself about how many people were already here, and how the man said that they were not all here yet. He sighed, hitting his head back against the wall, how long was this going to take?
Damien sighed. He noticed Drake's relaxed shoulders and posture as Cheryl came in. "Shit...That means they know each other...Which means I have a .1% chance if it comes in a fight, if she's anything like what Drake says he is. Still, I have a few tricks up my sleeves." Damien thought. "Apparently more tense standoffs. So, what random thing do you want to fight over now?" Damien laughed at the absurdity of the situation.
"Fucking ridiculous" muttered Drake under his breath, he hated being toyed with and he had been tempted to up and leave before Cheryl entered. He'd seen her around 3E a couple of times but to his memory he hadn't spoken to her yet.
'Now might be a good time, find allies where you can..'
He would decide once she had entered his general vicinity, he didn't want to endanger himself or her, for that matter, by revealing their affiliation. Instead he silently observed her and the rest of the people present.
'No sudden movements now'
'Now might be a good time, find allies where you can..'
He would decide once she had entered his general vicinity, he didn't want to endanger himself or her, for that matter, by revealing their affiliation. Instead he silently observed her and the rest of the people present.
'No sudden movements now'
"I'm not interested in fighting." Tom said, "Unless he" he nodded at Drake, "starts making concealed threats again." He folded his arms and looked around. "If we are here to do a job, although I doubt it given the cirumstances, I'd rather get on with it than squabble with any of you."
She noted the brief glance one of the men gave her, and put a name to the face. Said name was promptly followed by an attitude. Cowboy Though at least not the sort that carried his hat with him onto the field, something she could appreciate. It made a runner's life so much easier. Aside from that she drew a blank--and truth be told she wasn't even sure if what she thought to know was actually true. Ah, secrecy, how one must love it.
His curt nod remained unanswered, though she figured he hadn't expected anything else. The tension hanging between the assemble was just too thick to exchange pleasantries. 'Let's all be professionals today..'
Cheryl was still standing in the doorway when one of the fellows began marching up to it. She tilted her head back slightly and folded her fingers in front of her stomach.
"Am I interrupting something?"
His curt nod remained unanswered, though she figured he hadn't expected anything else. The tension hanging between the assemble was just too thick to exchange pleasantries. 'Let's all be professionals today..'
Cheryl was still standing in the doorway when one of the fellows began marching up to it. She tilted her head back slightly and folded her fingers in front of her stomach.
"Am I interrupting something?"
"No, just these two where about to shoot each other, I discovered I'm not the only Ghost here, and there's some guy in a balaclava telling us that we need to wait." Mike said. Hm, she's pretty inept to this. Maybe I should try and get to know the fly boy in the corner.
"Inside. Yes. I can do that," she dropped her hands to rest by her side and joined the boiling pot of testosterone. Instead of diving right into it though, Cheryl decided to skirt them slightly. Keeping her shoulders relaxed and her eyes from wandering too much--peripheral vision did well enough--she eventually found herself drifting closer to the familiar face.
Humans were, and would always be, just as much wolf as sheep. And both liked being around their respective pack or flock. She just really wasn't quite sure whether she should be bla-ah'ing or howling with the rest of them.
As one of the men informed her about the potential murder and dropped the term Ghosts into it, Cheryl's head started a new grinding of the gears, though she bit down on the evident question: What?
She just threw him a brief look and raised a brow.
Humans were, and would always be, just as much wolf as sheep. And both liked being around their respective pack or flock. She just really wasn't quite sure whether she should be bla-ah'ing or howling with the rest of them.
As one of the men informed her about the potential murder and dropped the term Ghosts into it, Cheryl's head started a new grinding of the gears, though she bit down on the evident question: What?
She just threw him a brief look and raised a brow.
Edited because I missed CloggedDonkeys' message and didn't want to double post
"Ghosts, A newly-conceived squad of United States Army Special Forces operators from Company D, 1st Battalion, 5th SFG stationed at Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Or in other words, slightly better than delta or even seals but not the best"
Came Drakes answer to Cherly's un-asked question, a slight hint of smugness in his tone as he recited the dossier he had mostly skipped through once, almost exactly word for word in-fact.
'Its the little details that count'
Came Drakes answer to Cherly's un-asked question, a slight hint of smugness in his tone as he recited the dossier he had mostly skipped through once, almost exactly word for word in-fact.
'Its the little details that count'
"Why. Thank you there, Sir. I had no idea, really." Cheryl turned to Drake. She hoped her sarcasm was evident enough, but made sure to follow it up with a disarming smile. Just in case.
"Though I wager you a dollar you can't tell me why I'm here."
"Though I wager you a dollar you can't tell me why I'm here."
and this player must catch a few hours sleep /passes out
The man walked in to the warehouse. "It seems that our other two guests will be late. So I will inform you of your reason for being here. He steps to the table where he put their guns and took the clips out.
"you will be taking part in joint operations between Ghost, HAWX, and splinter Cells, and I will be the CO for all of you. As most of know, your previous CO's and Anna Grimsdottir are the one's who recommended each of you. A few of you have asked to know who I am, I couldn't tell you right away, they feared that you would react with violence." He took off his tinted goggles. "They told me to make sure you were unarmed." He took off his balaclava.
It was Sam Fisher.
"you will be taking part in joint operations between Ghost, HAWX, and splinter Cells, and I will be the CO for all of you. As most of know, your previous CO's and Anna Grimsdottir are the one's who recommended each of you. A few of you have asked to know who I am, I couldn't tell you right away, they feared that you would react with violence." He took off his tinted goggles. "They told me to make sure you were unarmed." He took off his balaclava.
It was Sam Fisher.
Since everyone else was leaving I decided to catch some sleep too, and I wasn't going to leave you guys with anything but an epic ending
Jason's eyes widened when Sam took off his balaclava. But he didn't show the others, fearing they would think him naive. He kept back to the shadows, thinking of what this meant, and what team he would be placed with... although he had a feeling it would be HAWX since his whole career had been flying.
Cheryl wasn't showing her surprise, though she certainly felt it. Her gut did the familiar little lurch, quickly followed by her professional inner critique chiding her for not having recognized the man by his voice. There'd be time for berating herself.. later. For now she allowed herself a fleeting twitch of a smile.
"As you say, Sir."
At least now she could stop wondering why she'd been hustled off the playfield so quickly. The additional pile of questions that backed up in the meantime would just have to wait.
So she kept her eyes trained on the man (Mister Spearhead Fisher), hooked her thumbs into her belt, and took a slight step back. Just enough for her to make sure she could observe the reactions of the rest of the assemble. Especially Drake's.
"As you say, Sir."
At least now she could stop wondering why she'd been hustled off the playfield so quickly. The additional pile of questions that backed up in the meantime would just have to wait.
So she kept her eyes trained on the man (Mister Spearhead Fisher), hooked her thumbs into her belt, and took a slight step back. Just enough for her to make sure she could observe the reactions of the rest of the assemble. Especially Drake's.