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"This is our ops center. They wanted all of you to meet up here and get to know each other. I will take down a list of weapons and gadgets the Ghosts and splinter cells will need. As for the HAWX, on most missions you will be flying the F-22 Raptor. After I take down the list of weapons I will show you to your barracks." Fisher walked to the desk the weapons were on, he reached into a drawer and pulled out a pad of paper and several pens. he put the pad and pens down. "You can have your weapons back, If you have any questions, I'll be iin that office." He said pointing at a door he was walking to. he went inside.
Damien grinned. "F-22, fastest ship in the sky. And it has incredible firepower, second only to the Spooky in Air to Air." He grinned. "Oh, man, I'm likin' the sound of this already. What's the setup? Bombs and J-Strikes?"
Jason heard about his new jet... and smiled. An F-22 raptor, something he wasn't used to flying... but he could try it out. He would need to try it before any missions so as not to mess up.
Jason heard another person talking about the F-22's, and looked his way. Apparently there was more than two HAWX.
Jason heard another person talking about the F-22's, and looked his way. Apparently there was more than two HAWX.
"Better than most places I've stayed," Black commented as he picked up his pistol. Chambering a round, he replaced it in his holster and picked up his shotgun. Slinging it over his shoulder, he picked up the pad of paper and a pen. "I know exactly what gun I need." Clicking the pen, he wrote the following
Black- M14 7.62mm with Fulton Armory CQB Stock System, Black
Trijicon TA11E ACOG
Black- M14 7.62mm with Fulton Armory CQB Stock System, Black
Trijicon TA11E ACOG
Fisher sat down and picked up a phone and called a secure line to 3E. "Hello Grim."
"Hi Sam.
"That Drake sure is a handfull. He must be good if you can put up with that atitude and still select him, or are you just trying to mess with me?"
"Drake is stubborn, but he's good."
"As good as me?"
"Nobody can top you."
"You're too kind. How's Sahara?"
"She's fine, just a little sad that she only got to be with you for few months, but she's used to you being gone."
Yes, she is."
"Sorry Sam."
"It's fine, I got myself into this mess when I killed Lambert."
"It's okay Sam, it was just what you had to do."
"Bye Grim."
He hung up and sighed.
"Hi Sam.
"That Drake sure is a handfull. He must be good if you can put up with that atitude and still select him, or are you just trying to mess with me?"
"Drake is stubborn, but he's good."
"As good as me?"
"Nobody can top you."
"You're too kind. How's Sahara?"
"She's fine, just a little sad that she only got to be with you for few months, but she's used to you being gone."
Yes, she is."
"Sorry Sam."
"It's fine, I got myself into this mess when I killed Lambert."
"It's okay Sam, it was just what you had to do."
"Bye Grim."
He hung up and sighed.
Cheryl watched Mister Black jot down his list. There's one eager lad with little to complain about. She figured he had the right of it there, but she did wonder how any of the men in the room were supposed to pick their equipment without knowing what sort of shit-storm they should be preparing for in the first place.
Then again, shit-storm was shit-storm at the end of the day.
Though when it came to the finer detail aside from firearms, Cheryl thought the recipe for success lay in picking the right tool for the right job.
She walked up to the table, squeezed herself past any opposition, and tore a page from the pad. Then she snatched a pen, and marched for the office their CO had vanished into. She rapped her knuckles against the door once, for the sake of being her polite self, and then shouldered her way inside.
He'd just put down the phone when she crossed the threshold and she caught the sigh. She raised an eyebrow, coughed, and decided to get straight to the point.
"Sir. It's mighty kind of you to let the boys pick their own toys, but what exactly is it we're supposed to expect? Locations, conditions. Et cetera, so on and on and forth. And what's it you'll have me doing. Sir."
Cheryl fancied herself to be asking, not arguing here. Or at least she hoped that's how it would come across.
"I suppose you have the matching what-nots already waiting somewhere, but if not, just point me at what you need. Sir."
She was thinking transport, communications, clothing to fit them into local populaces, and whatever else the two Agents might need, depending on wherever they'd be deployed. It was her job to make sure they didn't lack anything... or at least that's what she liked telling herself.
Then again, shit-storm was shit-storm at the end of the day.
Though when it came to the finer detail aside from firearms, Cheryl thought the recipe for success lay in picking the right tool for the right job.
She walked up to the table, squeezed herself past any opposition, and tore a page from the pad. Then she snatched a pen, and marched for the office their CO had vanished into. She rapped her knuckles against the door once, for the sake of being her polite self, and then shouldered her way inside.
He'd just put down the phone when she crossed the threshold and she caught the sigh. She raised an eyebrow, coughed, and decided to get straight to the point.
"Sir. It's mighty kind of you to let the boys pick their own toys, but what exactly is it we're supposed to expect? Locations, conditions. Et cetera, so on and on and forth. And what's it you'll have me doing. Sir."
Cheryl fancied herself to be asking, not arguing here. Or at least she hoped that's how it would come across.
"I suppose you have the matching what-nots already waiting somewhere, but if not, just point me at what you need. Sir."
She was thinking transport, communications, clothing to fit them into local populaces, and whatever else the two Agents might need, depending on wherever they'd be deployed. It was her job to make sure they didn't lack anything... or at least that's what she liked telling herself.
Edited when I saw the GMs post
Mike had stayed silent after he heard that Fisher was his commander. "Fisher. Me and my team tried to track him down, nearly died doing it, and now he's my commander." Mike said as he wrote "M-4 carbine" down on the paper, along with "MP5, silenced." Okay, I'm getting my gear, I'll be fine.
Jason watched Sam walk into his office. He couldn't see anything beyond that, but he assumed Sam was thinking about something to do with this team. Jason ignored it and walked over to the other HAWX member.
"Damien right? Aren't you part of the HAWX team as well?"
As for the weapons, yes he was a HAWX, but he had his duel pistols in a bag on his motorcycle. He was already prepared for the first mission, and now all that was left was getting to know the HAWX.
"Damien right? Aren't you part of the HAWX team as well?"
As for the weapons, yes he was a HAWX, but he had his duel pistols in a bag on his motorcycle. He was already prepared for the first mission, and now all that was left was getting to know the HAWX.
"Your job will be geting the other Splinter Cells into and out of their points of attack. Tell the other splinter cells to have on person gear up fo close to Mid range combat, and the other to gear up for Mid to long rang combat. Tell the Ghosts to have a whole spectrum read for snipeing bomb removal and close range combat, we are working with blank checks. Is that all you want to know?" he asked Cheryl.
Ethan laid in a corner with drool dripping from his mouth. He slowly awoke hearing the voices of others. He staggered to his feet and wiped his mouth. He tripped as he made his way over to the others.
"What..I miss?"
"What..I miss?"
Tom walked over to the table and retrieved his handgun. Tucking it firmly in it's holster, he moved to the piece of paper to write down what he needed. Taking the pen, he wrote down SCAR-L (SOPMOD), MP5 (supressor) Mk.23 handgun (supressor, laser aiming module)
Damien looked over his shoulder. "Yeah. How's it going? You ever fly an F-22 Raptor before, or are you new to that plane?"
"Pfft I used to be part of the 27th Fighter Squadron before i transfered over to HAWX. I practically lived in my F-22," Ethan chuckled.
"Hold up, I need something with a bit more range," Black muttered to himself, quickly snatching his list from the pad. "Certain bullets I want, too." Thinking for a minute, he added a weapon and the designations of the ammunition he wanted.
Black- M14 with Fulton Armory CQB Stock System, Black
Trijicon TA11E ACOG
Barrett M82A1
Trijicon TA648-50 ACOG
Cartridge, Caliber 7.62mm, NATO, M62 and M80
Cartridge, Caliber .50, M1022
Federal Premium .45 Hydra-Shok JHP P45HS1
Black- M14 with Fulton Armory CQB Stock System, Black
Trijicon TA11E ACOG
Barrett M82A1
Trijicon TA648-50 ACOG
Cartridge, Caliber 7.62mm, NATO, M62 and M80
Cartridge, Caliber .50, M1022
Federal Premium .45 Hydra-Shok JHP P45HS1