Post by Admin on Mar 6, 2016 10:06:44 GMT
(03/06/16 : 00:22:47)
I have a hero living in me
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Captain. John Spartan
Alpha Team Leader
Atlas International
RC W.A.W. - REVO
= ATLAS INTERNATIONAL COMPOUND =
-At the armory or firing range-
says to ALL: *they had gone for a run and it felt pretty good to go out and stretch his lungs even if it wasn’t on the field of batter. John smiled hearing his phone go off, his dark green eyes looking almost puzzled.* No one ever calls me *digging his phone from his pocket and pressing the talk button, the name was (Atlas Command) pulling the phone to his ear before moving back to his feet, he looked to the young doctor and spoke into the phone* This is Spartan. *listening for a moment before nodding his head.* Okay, when do I leave? Copy, will be there in 10 mikes. *pressing the button on the phone before turning away from you. He was sure that her phone was going off, someone was either fired for not telling her or going to be telling her that Asher had order John and a small team to enter Syria, He was on a rescue mission… well kind of. English soldiers were classified KIA, and the British government has said they were not going in. Asher didn’t have to explain his reason, to John everyone deserved to come home.*John leaving his car taking off toward the armory, John wouldn’t bother to talk to Tess either she was going to follow him or she was going to go back to the party.*
*Johnny arriving at the armory as his team “Ajax, Wolf, and Beltway were getting dressed. Ajax former Israeli Mosad, a bad mother fucker who hated Arabs, Wolf a former seal and demolition expert, and Beltway our LMG carrying former Marine pack meul, he was big, he was strong, he was kind of a sweet guy when he was trying to rip your arms off.* Guys. Hey
*John stepping into the back of the room, pulling his shirt over his head, his body riddled with scares. Undoing his pants and kicking off his boots as his team grabbed the weapons and moved to the transport waiting to take them to the flight line. Slipping on the full body skin tight body suit the design made the outfit breathable but also protected the user from melee and even some heavy weapons fire, able to distribute force throughout able to stop and powerful stabbing knife from penetrating more than an inch. John looked down, taking a seat and fastening his boot, pulling on a web belt and tactical vest. Finally slipping a skull cap over his head, and a black hat onto his head. Slipping on digital camo pants and fastening the blousing straps over his boots before moving toward the van. His team has a weapons load out, If she was coming what would she do, would she be wearing combat gear, would she expect to be seeing battle.*
(03/06/16 : 00:42:43)
:|Scream to the Silence |:
}{ Telessa Noir }{
—:|In the end as you fade into the night who will tell the Story of your life|:--
Director of Military Operations/ Liaison to NATO/Lieutenant Commander
World at War, ReVo
says to I have a hero living in : -yup they had gone for a run and he had shown off for kids at the playground and then tackled her. Of course she had rolled with the tackle and made a move so she had ended up on top and she had explained her answer. Yes soldiers die, but they live to and she had explained to him that they needed him to do his job but eventually, the job would end. Blah balhblah… but now they had gotten up and finished the run before their phones both started to go off. . So nobody was fired and her conversation went about the same way. It’s not like she didn’t have her bosses as well but for the most part she was given a pretty lose leash. She knew of the Syria team, but she didn’t’ know they had bene classified as KIA. She had simply been .. watching the group. She was going to check on it but she was quite sure one of the group ended up in Florida a few days ago but that was neither here nor there. It was a matter of mobilizing quickly and she knew it. So yes Tess was following him and he didn’t’ know it yet but she was going with him. Not just because she was worried about his state of mind but because she needed to get out in the field more often. She used to do field work but that didn’t’ seem to happen much anymore and it was something she didn’t’ like to lose touch with but she also knew that going meant she was taking a back seat and John would be giving her orders, he was the team lead so.. there we go. She also knew that they wouldn’t likely be happy to see her there but he didn’t’ seem to be questioning why she was staying on his six. If it was the armory and she occasionally went out into the field more than likely have her own gear around. There would be times when she would be needed. So she disappeared of course to find her own gear. It wasn’t directly in the same area as them. So when she came back to them she was a in her tactical gear. Her hair was neatly tucked back and away. Were they going to argue about this, she didn’t’ figure they would but who the hell knew with these two. She seemed to have a habit of setting him off. She also knew she wasn’t part of the group but she knew her way around combat, and sometimes .. she needed to remind herself and others of that-
(03/06/16 : 01:22:14)
I have a hero living in me
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Captain. John Spartan
Alpha Team Leader
Atlas International
RC W.A.W. - REVO
= TRANSPORTATION =
-In a plane-
says to ALL: *John turning looking at you, as you and he were the only two that weren’t in the van.* Come on Commander, hurry the fuck up or I will leave you. *Stepping back and allowing her to climb into the vehicle. The men inside were all harden, these guys had been working for John sometime within the last year, they wanted to work for Spartan, they all believed in what he believed, they all fought for him as they fought for him, as he fought for them as you passed John grabbed your arm pulling your eyes to lock onto his, like a dark lonesome mystic forest, his green powerful eyes examined hers.* Don’t slow us down, no more body bags than we start with. *releasing her nodding for her to enter, he was sure she would have something to say to him but he mostly ignored it climbing into the front seat, As they approached the airfield a large powerful jet plane would be waiting on them. The Phoenix the perfect plane to get you into an area without any notice. The Plane a cruise was able to fly just below breaking the sound barrier to keep them silent and moving, the panels on the plane making it impossible to be picked up by even the most advanced Radar. Once on the Air field, john opened the door and climbed out, moving to the back of the Van his hand reaching out and gripping the handle to the back door, closing his eyes hearing his men unload and prep to board.*
His hand reaching out gripping the handle of the X-86 Assault rifle, loading a 50 round mag before grabbing 5 50 round mags, and 3 30’s grabbing the SPAX combat axe as well as a combat blade boot knife. Next the X-100 pistol cycling a mag and holstering the weapon, grabbing 5 extra mags and two additional boxes of ammo before moving toward the plane. When he approached is men they looked at him.* Alright… Rally up * his men making a circle, leaving a space for you to take if you so choose, John moving to the center lowering his weapon.* Please bow your head in prayer. * waiting for everyone including you to lower your head.* we are summoned here to today to retrieve and bring home the bodies of allies, men killed by extremist within Syria, while some may wonder why send the lives of the living to recover the lost lives of the dead. Those damn few *the three men all at once spoke out “Damn Few” nodding* The damn few know that everyone, living or dead, everyone deserves to come home. HUA “HUA” Whatever deity may guide my life, dear lord don't let me die tonight. But if I shall before I wake, I'd accept my fate.
*his men breaking the circle and moving to the plane, John soon followed his men climbing onto the plane behind Ajax, Wolf and Beltway. John moving to a desk with a digital computer on it John would be examining the place before the arrived, while his men wanted nothing more than to take a nap before they arrived. This plane the Phoenix is considered one of the faster troop carriers in the world, insanely fast , while most Airlines would take 12 hours to get to Syria, we’ll get there is less than 4 hours. John hadn't moved, his eyes were reviewing over battle reports and how they became overrun, he was looking over weather reports as the plane was drawing near it’s destination.*
(03/06/16 : 01:37:02)
:|Scream to the Silence |:
}{ Telessa Noir }{
—:|In the end as you fade into the night who will tell the Story of your life|:--
Director of Military Operations/ Liaison to NATO/Lieutenant Commander
World at War, ReVo
= TRANSPORTATION =
-In a plane-
says to I have a hero living in : -of course your scathing about her being left was only met with a soft snort. She had to go to a different part of the building and the fact she wasn't used to being ready to bug out the 20 seconds or so you had to wait for her wasn't worth the comment, or so she thought but she wasn't going to argue. The woman at least knew when to shut up, and there were some men who never gained that talent. She wasn't entirely thrilled to be going herself but that's just how things were. It wasnt' that she had a problem flying in to a hot zone doing recovery, because that's what this was obviously.. recovery.. not rescue. Though when grabbed her arm there was a tension in her that said she wanted to react to it, but the only response he got out of her was her jerking her arm. Two responses came to her mind but she knew neither of them would be helpful so she kept them to herself. She had a bag with her because she didn't have the time to get everything together that she needed so she sat off to herself for a bit just to gear up herself. There was no way in hell she was going in to this without the ability to keep herself and anybody with her safe. As a woman in a predominantly male world you learned to be underestimated and for her that tended to simply fuel her. Though when the rally up call came she fell into the circle with the others. If they would accept her or not she was unsure but a place had been left open and she stepped into it. She did bow her head when she realized of course what was going. Was it stupid for her to do this, perhaps. She wasn't part of your team, but you needed to go do this recovery and you weren't going back into the field without clearance; which you didnt' have.. so that meant she was going with you, it was really as simple as that. If he wanted to ask her what the hell she was doing here then he could but he wouldnt' likely enjoy her answer. She wasn't going to undermine him, this was his crew and it was a grizzly job to do. The woman wasn't one bit tired since that run they went on had completely awakened her up so she was anything but tired. She wasn't going to hover over your shoulder either while you were going over maps. Honestly she was doing what she could not to distract youor throw you off your typical game-
(03/06/16 : 02:14:17)
I have a hero living in me
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Captain. John Spartan
Alpha Team Leader
Atlas International
RC W.A.W. - REVO
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: *hearing the pilots on his mic john nodded knowing they couldn’t see him, it was just out of instinct more than anything else. Closing the computer and stepping away from desk moving into the galley.* Wake up, wake up. * his men standing turning their bodies stretching as all eyes were on John. He still didn’t know why she was here, maybe she liked the punishment, maybe she wanted a piece of him, who the hell knew John just spoke from his heart.* Listen up, this is a recovery mission, we are going to be recovering those that can be recovered, we will not lose one person, do all of your understand? I will not be handing a flag to anyone’s next of kin. Okay… I am bringing all of your ugly asses home. Get in the pod. * The men climbing into a deployment pod, a jet powered landing capsule that was meant to get them behind enemy lines and used only once his grabbed your arm as you moved to go past him as well.* you should know you don’t have to do this, but I want to say I’m impressed, whatever reason keep your head down and stay close to the team, it will be easy to fall behind, even for the best of soldiers, stay safe Commander.
*letting her go as each person becomes strapped in the door seals closed we hear the pilot counting down “ 5…..4…..3……2…..1” just than the pod shoots down like a bullet screaming through the air spinning to keep itself straight like how a bullet would rifling would. As the pod started to reach down thrusters would firing shooting powerful wind streams down into the ground and slowing us to a manageable stop. The pods door popping open as soldiers flooded out and onto the ground below. John lowering himself, pulling a pair of goggles to his eyes and fastening them. *turn on heads up display, sync with your weapons. *as they did the glasses would have a camera to catch the action, but it was the glass that was the most special, showing the ammo and red dot sight. Pulling his rifle up and moving, his team naturally knew to move with him, like cogs of a clock these men were individuals but part of a perfect killing unit, approaching the smell of death was over whelming the rebels had been partying, enjoying a feast, raping and killing they felt as if they had won the war killing the general and the English soldiers. John pushing out his arm as his team stopped and looked his way, looking down John bends low grabbing a lifting something, it was a lower jaw, his glasses brightening up everything allowing him to see what it would look like in the middle of the day.*
Blond facial hair *John spoke knowing that Atlas command and Asher was probably listening to if not watching* Not a good sign *John rose and moved again this time as they approached a patrol they slowed, two men were walking toward them, a third was over fifty feet away leaning against a tree. Looking back *Ajax, Beltway, pick a target, on Commander Noir. *looking to you* kill the one by the tree, make it silent, you might want to sneak in from the south hit his head, incase he’s wearing body armor, Wolf go with her… for moral support *Looking up as I raising my rifle to one sitting in a tower, it was a sniper and I had him in my sights. Speaking into the Microphone.* On you Commander.
(03/06/16 : 02:43:20)
:|Scream to the Silence |:
}{ Telessa Noir }{
—:|In the end as you fade into the night who will tell the Story of your life|:--
Director of Military Operations/ Liaison to NATO/Lieutenant Commander
World at War, ReVo
= TRANSPORTATION =
-In a plane-
says to I have a hero living in : -it may not even matter why she was here but she wasn’t likely to tell him while they were in the middle of all of this, maybe not even after. He really didn’t need to know but he was handling it better than he had handled her being at the same bar as him, but this was combat. This was where he felt at home and in control, this was where he was more at peace as fucked up as that all sounded. Though right now she had to let all of that analytical psychobabble bullshit to and right now she simply needed to be a soldier. She hadn’t slept but had gotten more into a meditative state of being while they were flying to their drop point. Though she did stretch like everybody else did when they stood. She only gave a nod in understanding as John spoke because there was really nothing to say on that matter. In moments like this she was rather.. quiet… it wasn’t a bad thing she was simply focused and nothing else really mattered but the team and their objective. She was actually shocked that they were being so accommodating to her being there. She still believed she would hear shit later or John would flip because she just invited herself to come along, it wasn’t’ really the case but it had started off pretty rough when he started off by telling her to hurry up and grabbing her arm after that, but things seemed to have settled since then and she would give him her cooperation at the very least. Again, he was in charge of this job and her rank didn’t’ mean shit right now. She of course had her head gear on but her eyes were still visible when he took hold of her arm again and those dark brows furrowed over those striking blue eyes of hers. Honestly she didn’t’ quite no how to respond since she was expecting another warning from him but she didn’t get it- ”I understand Captain-was all she said and hopefully that would be enough. So yes they got into the pod and touched down and they spilled out. She and the others seemed to all go through the same motions as the goggles came down and the HUD came up. It took her a moment to make sense of what she was eeing but it didn’t take her longer than that. She moved with them as best she could for never having worked with this unit before, but she was a very quick study and acclimated herself quickly enough to not cause too much of a hiccough in the well-oiled machine as it were. When he stopped with the jaw bone and commented on the blonde hair, well she knew they weren’t dealing with local cannon fodder but she wasn’t going to think too hard about that now. When he told her to take out the target silently did he know he was more into her wheelhouse ? She might not be strong as the men with him, but she was incredibly quiet and nimble, so silent kills.. she was fine with. It didn’t’ seem to bother her to get up close and personal with a target. She conveyed her understanding with a gesture of her head and a simple- ”Got it”-spoken into the mic. Wolf was with her and she was on the move. She had already laid out the path she wanted to take in her mind and considered possible problems that could be encountered. She did as John suggested and came in from the south. She was crouched as she made her approach and it was a smooth action as she slid the blade free from its scabbard. She was quick when she struck and her arm came up around his neck and she used her leverage to crane him back and quickly cut his throat and made sure that he wouldn’t be making any noise at all. Yes she figured that bashing him over the head with a rock was just a suggestion and who knew if she would actually hit the right spot to knock him out, if she was going to try to kill somebody.. she wasn’t going to fuck around-
(03/06/16 : 03:02:00)
I have a hero living in me
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Captain. John Spartan
Alpha Team Leader
Atlas International
RC W.A.W. - REVO
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to :|Scream to the Silence : *john waiting till she hit the mark, squeezing the trigger as AJAX and Beltway followed suit, each man firing only a single shot, each shot hitting their target, as three heads burst open and blood spray only remaining in the wake.* Secured * moving again lowering their weapons most of the people were sleeping soundly only one a large tent was bumping, music and laughter was coming from within its clothe walls, it was large and almost regal, the tent had to house someone of importance. John stopped turning half way back dark green eyes looking back to his crew this now included you.* AJAX, find us a car, something that we can all get out of here in, Beltway, Wolf, I want you to setting explosives, I want this spot fucking visible from space. When the shit hits the fan these fuckers are just going to assume the British hit them with an air strike. Go now, Commander, you are with me, head in the game, let’s get in that fucking tent, on me
*John moving to the large tent hearing a couple of voices on the inside, mostly speaking Arabic as they feasted over what they considered to be a victory. John sneaking a peek before pulling back* Five men, one looks important, don’t kill the one in the center of the room, I will move in clearing left, you sweet right we take the center man for questioning. Hua *he wanted her to respond so that he knew she had hear him. Moving into the room, her body sweeping left as is rifle raised and fired, each shot hitting set targets the two on the left would die within seconds, the man in the middle help up his arms unsure what the fuck just happened. If you had taken out the ones to the right than John would go back to the prisoner, if she hadn’t he had assisted killing the two on the right .*
the man in the center looking to you before turning to me, though as he did I was in his face throwing a hard powerful right fist into his face and sending him to the floor. Stepping over the man using a pair of Flexy cuffs to secure his hands behind his back. than taking a belt and wrapping it around his head the belt into his mouth separating his teeth preventing him from talking as well as biting off his own tongue. Securing the belt as I flipped him over to his back, the man tried to stand as my right boot came down slashing into his knee breaking it before yanking him back to his stomach, it was than that Macintosh’s body would be visible, hanging from a post in the center of the room, only a second bullet hole in his chest and blood staining his uniform. Red, moving behind the soldier I waited to my men stepped into the room. *Beltway, grab the prison and put him in the truck. *cutting the ropes and helping the body down. * Wolf, get him to the truck, we need to hit LZ Bravo in less than 39 mikes. *John followed, he was sad thaty he couldn’t find the others, but one was better than none. Slipping into the truck as it came to life, the truck would be quiet as they hit the dirty road, Beltway hitting a switch as all the explosives would set off killing more tahan 99% of those at the camp. John and his team would make it Xfil and they would be aboard a plan home before they even knew it. Hours later John and his crew were flying home on a hope.* Hey * getting your attention* should know, that you did really well out here. Good Job Tess
I have a hero living in me
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Captain. John Spartan
Alpha Team Leader
Atlas International
RC W.A.W. - REVO
= ATLAS INTERNATIONAL COMPOUND =
-At the armory or firing range-
says to ALL: *they had gone for a run and it felt pretty good to go out and stretch his lungs even if it wasn’t on the field of batter. John smiled hearing his phone go off, his dark green eyes looking almost puzzled.* No one ever calls me *digging his phone from his pocket and pressing the talk button, the name was (Atlas Command) pulling the phone to his ear before moving back to his feet, he looked to the young doctor and spoke into the phone* This is Spartan. *listening for a moment before nodding his head.* Okay, when do I leave? Copy, will be there in 10 mikes. *pressing the button on the phone before turning away from you. He was sure that her phone was going off, someone was either fired for not telling her or going to be telling her that Asher had order John and a small team to enter Syria, He was on a rescue mission… well kind of. English soldiers were classified KIA, and the British government has said they were not going in. Asher didn’t have to explain his reason, to John everyone deserved to come home.*John leaving his car taking off toward the armory, John wouldn’t bother to talk to Tess either she was going to follow him or she was going to go back to the party.*
*Johnny arriving at the armory as his team “Ajax, Wolf, and Beltway were getting dressed. Ajax former Israeli Mosad, a bad mother fucker who hated Arabs, Wolf a former seal and demolition expert, and Beltway our LMG carrying former Marine pack meul, he was big, he was strong, he was kind of a sweet guy when he was trying to rip your arms off.* Guys. Hey
*John stepping into the back of the room, pulling his shirt over his head, his body riddled with scares. Undoing his pants and kicking off his boots as his team grabbed the weapons and moved to the transport waiting to take them to the flight line. Slipping on the full body skin tight body suit the design made the outfit breathable but also protected the user from melee and even some heavy weapons fire, able to distribute force throughout able to stop and powerful stabbing knife from penetrating more than an inch. John looked down, taking a seat and fastening his boot, pulling on a web belt and tactical vest. Finally slipping a skull cap over his head, and a black hat onto his head. Slipping on digital camo pants and fastening the blousing straps over his boots before moving toward the van. His team has a weapons load out, If she was coming what would she do, would she be wearing combat gear, would she expect to be seeing battle.*
(03/06/16 : 00:42:43)
:|Scream to the Silence |:
}{ Telessa Noir }{
—:|In the end as you fade into the night who will tell the Story of your life|:--
Director of Military Operations/ Liaison to NATO/Lieutenant Commander
World at War, ReVo
says to I have a hero living in : -yup they had gone for a run and he had shown off for kids at the playground and then tackled her. Of course she had rolled with the tackle and made a move so she had ended up on top and she had explained her answer. Yes soldiers die, but they live to and she had explained to him that they needed him to do his job but eventually, the job would end. Blah balhblah… but now they had gotten up and finished the run before their phones both started to go off. . So nobody was fired and her conversation went about the same way. It’s not like she didn’t have her bosses as well but for the most part she was given a pretty lose leash. She knew of the Syria team, but she didn’t’ know they had bene classified as KIA. She had simply been .. watching the group. She was going to check on it but she was quite sure one of the group ended up in Florida a few days ago but that was neither here nor there. It was a matter of mobilizing quickly and she knew it. So yes Tess was following him and he didn’t’ know it yet but she was going with him. Not just because she was worried about his state of mind but because she needed to get out in the field more often. She used to do field work but that didn’t’ seem to happen much anymore and it was something she didn’t’ like to lose touch with but she also knew that going meant she was taking a back seat and John would be giving her orders, he was the team lead so.. there we go. She also knew that they wouldn’t likely be happy to see her there but he didn’t’ seem to be questioning why she was staying on his six. If it was the armory and she occasionally went out into the field more than likely have her own gear around. There would be times when she would be needed. So she disappeared of course to find her own gear. It wasn’t directly in the same area as them. So when she came back to them she was a in her tactical gear. Her hair was neatly tucked back and away. Were they going to argue about this, she didn’t’ figure they would but who the hell knew with these two. She seemed to have a habit of setting him off. She also knew she wasn’t part of the group but she knew her way around combat, and sometimes .. she needed to remind herself and others of that-
(03/06/16 : 01:22:14)
I have a hero living in me
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Captain. John Spartan
Alpha Team Leader
Atlas International
RC W.A.W. - REVO
= TRANSPORTATION =
-In a plane-
says to ALL: *John turning looking at you, as you and he were the only two that weren’t in the van.* Come on Commander, hurry the fuck up or I will leave you. *Stepping back and allowing her to climb into the vehicle. The men inside were all harden, these guys had been working for John sometime within the last year, they wanted to work for Spartan, they all believed in what he believed, they all fought for him as they fought for him, as he fought for them as you passed John grabbed your arm pulling your eyes to lock onto his, like a dark lonesome mystic forest, his green powerful eyes examined hers.* Don’t slow us down, no more body bags than we start with. *releasing her nodding for her to enter, he was sure she would have something to say to him but he mostly ignored it climbing into the front seat, As they approached the airfield a large powerful jet plane would be waiting on them. The Phoenix the perfect plane to get you into an area without any notice. The Plane a cruise was able to fly just below breaking the sound barrier to keep them silent and moving, the panels on the plane making it impossible to be picked up by even the most advanced Radar. Once on the Air field, john opened the door and climbed out, moving to the back of the Van his hand reaching out and gripping the handle to the back door, closing his eyes hearing his men unload and prep to board.*
His hand reaching out gripping the handle of the X-86 Assault rifle, loading a 50 round mag before grabbing 5 50 round mags, and 3 30’s grabbing the SPAX combat axe as well as a combat blade boot knife. Next the X-100 pistol cycling a mag and holstering the weapon, grabbing 5 extra mags and two additional boxes of ammo before moving toward the plane. When he approached is men they looked at him.* Alright… Rally up * his men making a circle, leaving a space for you to take if you so choose, John moving to the center lowering his weapon.* Please bow your head in prayer. * waiting for everyone including you to lower your head.* we are summoned here to today to retrieve and bring home the bodies of allies, men killed by extremist within Syria, while some may wonder why send the lives of the living to recover the lost lives of the dead. Those damn few *the three men all at once spoke out “Damn Few” nodding* The damn few know that everyone, living or dead, everyone deserves to come home. HUA “HUA” Whatever deity may guide my life, dear lord don't let me die tonight. But if I shall before I wake, I'd accept my fate.
*his men breaking the circle and moving to the plane, John soon followed his men climbing onto the plane behind Ajax, Wolf and Beltway. John moving to a desk with a digital computer on it John would be examining the place before the arrived, while his men wanted nothing more than to take a nap before they arrived. This plane the Phoenix is considered one of the faster troop carriers in the world, insanely fast , while most Airlines would take 12 hours to get to Syria, we’ll get there is less than 4 hours. John hadn't moved, his eyes were reviewing over battle reports and how they became overrun, he was looking over weather reports as the plane was drawing near it’s destination.*
(03/06/16 : 01:37:02)
:|Scream to the Silence |:
}{ Telessa Noir }{
—:|In the end as you fade into the night who will tell the Story of your life|:--
Director of Military Operations/ Liaison to NATO/Lieutenant Commander
World at War, ReVo
= TRANSPORTATION =
-In a plane-
says to I have a hero living in : -of course your scathing about her being left was only met with a soft snort. She had to go to a different part of the building and the fact she wasn't used to being ready to bug out the 20 seconds or so you had to wait for her wasn't worth the comment, or so she thought but she wasn't going to argue. The woman at least knew when to shut up, and there were some men who never gained that talent. She wasn't entirely thrilled to be going herself but that's just how things were. It wasnt' that she had a problem flying in to a hot zone doing recovery, because that's what this was obviously.. recovery.. not rescue. Though when grabbed her arm there was a tension in her that said she wanted to react to it, but the only response he got out of her was her jerking her arm. Two responses came to her mind but she knew neither of them would be helpful so she kept them to herself. She had a bag with her because she didn't have the time to get everything together that she needed so she sat off to herself for a bit just to gear up herself. There was no way in hell she was going in to this without the ability to keep herself and anybody with her safe. As a woman in a predominantly male world you learned to be underestimated and for her that tended to simply fuel her. Though when the rally up call came she fell into the circle with the others. If they would accept her or not she was unsure but a place had been left open and she stepped into it. She did bow her head when she realized of course what was going. Was it stupid for her to do this, perhaps. She wasn't part of your team, but you needed to go do this recovery and you weren't going back into the field without clearance; which you didnt' have.. so that meant she was going with you, it was really as simple as that. If he wanted to ask her what the hell she was doing here then he could but he wouldnt' likely enjoy her answer. She wasn't going to undermine him, this was his crew and it was a grizzly job to do. The woman wasn't one bit tired since that run they went on had completely awakened her up so she was anything but tired. She wasn't going to hover over your shoulder either while you were going over maps. Honestly she was doing what she could not to distract youor throw you off your typical game-
(03/06/16 : 02:14:17)
I have a hero living in me
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Captain. John Spartan
Alpha Team Leader
Atlas International
RC W.A.W. - REVO
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: *hearing the pilots on his mic john nodded knowing they couldn’t see him, it was just out of instinct more than anything else. Closing the computer and stepping away from desk moving into the galley.* Wake up, wake up. * his men standing turning their bodies stretching as all eyes were on John. He still didn’t know why she was here, maybe she liked the punishment, maybe she wanted a piece of him, who the hell knew John just spoke from his heart.* Listen up, this is a recovery mission, we are going to be recovering those that can be recovered, we will not lose one person, do all of your understand? I will not be handing a flag to anyone’s next of kin. Okay… I am bringing all of your ugly asses home. Get in the pod. * The men climbing into a deployment pod, a jet powered landing capsule that was meant to get them behind enemy lines and used only once his grabbed your arm as you moved to go past him as well.* you should know you don’t have to do this, but I want to say I’m impressed, whatever reason keep your head down and stay close to the team, it will be easy to fall behind, even for the best of soldiers, stay safe Commander.
*letting her go as each person becomes strapped in the door seals closed we hear the pilot counting down “ 5…..4…..3……2…..1” just than the pod shoots down like a bullet screaming through the air spinning to keep itself straight like how a bullet would rifling would. As the pod started to reach down thrusters would firing shooting powerful wind streams down into the ground and slowing us to a manageable stop. The pods door popping open as soldiers flooded out and onto the ground below. John lowering himself, pulling a pair of goggles to his eyes and fastening them. *turn on heads up display, sync with your weapons. *as they did the glasses would have a camera to catch the action, but it was the glass that was the most special, showing the ammo and red dot sight. Pulling his rifle up and moving, his team naturally knew to move with him, like cogs of a clock these men were individuals but part of a perfect killing unit, approaching the smell of death was over whelming the rebels had been partying, enjoying a feast, raping and killing they felt as if they had won the war killing the general and the English soldiers. John pushing out his arm as his team stopped and looked his way, looking down John bends low grabbing a lifting something, it was a lower jaw, his glasses brightening up everything allowing him to see what it would look like in the middle of the day.*
Blond facial hair *John spoke knowing that Atlas command and Asher was probably listening to if not watching* Not a good sign *John rose and moved again this time as they approached a patrol they slowed, two men were walking toward them, a third was over fifty feet away leaning against a tree. Looking back *Ajax, Beltway, pick a target, on Commander Noir. *looking to you* kill the one by the tree, make it silent, you might want to sneak in from the south hit his head, incase he’s wearing body armor, Wolf go with her… for moral support *Looking up as I raising my rifle to one sitting in a tower, it was a sniper and I had him in my sights. Speaking into the Microphone.* On you Commander.
(03/06/16 : 02:43:20)
:|Scream to the Silence |:
}{ Telessa Noir }{
—:|In the end as you fade into the night who will tell the Story of your life|:--
Director of Military Operations/ Liaison to NATO/Lieutenant Commander
World at War, ReVo
= TRANSPORTATION =
-In a plane-
says to I have a hero living in : -it may not even matter why she was here but she wasn’t likely to tell him while they were in the middle of all of this, maybe not even after. He really didn’t need to know but he was handling it better than he had handled her being at the same bar as him, but this was combat. This was where he felt at home and in control, this was where he was more at peace as fucked up as that all sounded. Though right now she had to let all of that analytical psychobabble bullshit to and right now she simply needed to be a soldier. She hadn’t slept but had gotten more into a meditative state of being while they were flying to their drop point. Though she did stretch like everybody else did when they stood. She only gave a nod in understanding as John spoke because there was really nothing to say on that matter. In moments like this she was rather.. quiet… it wasn’t a bad thing she was simply focused and nothing else really mattered but the team and their objective. She was actually shocked that they were being so accommodating to her being there. She still believed she would hear shit later or John would flip because she just invited herself to come along, it wasn’t’ really the case but it had started off pretty rough when he started off by telling her to hurry up and grabbing her arm after that, but things seemed to have settled since then and she would give him her cooperation at the very least. Again, he was in charge of this job and her rank didn’t’ mean shit right now. She of course had her head gear on but her eyes were still visible when he took hold of her arm again and those dark brows furrowed over those striking blue eyes of hers. Honestly she didn’t’ quite no how to respond since she was expecting another warning from him but she didn’t get it- ”I understand Captain-was all she said and hopefully that would be enough. So yes they got into the pod and touched down and they spilled out. She and the others seemed to all go through the same motions as the goggles came down and the HUD came up. It took her a moment to make sense of what she was eeing but it didn’t take her longer than that. She moved with them as best she could for never having worked with this unit before, but she was a very quick study and acclimated herself quickly enough to not cause too much of a hiccough in the well-oiled machine as it were. When he stopped with the jaw bone and commented on the blonde hair, well she knew they weren’t dealing with local cannon fodder but she wasn’t going to think too hard about that now. When he told her to take out the target silently did he know he was more into her wheelhouse ? She might not be strong as the men with him, but she was incredibly quiet and nimble, so silent kills.. she was fine with. It didn’t’ seem to bother her to get up close and personal with a target. She conveyed her understanding with a gesture of her head and a simple- ”Got it”-spoken into the mic. Wolf was with her and she was on the move. She had already laid out the path she wanted to take in her mind and considered possible problems that could be encountered. She did as John suggested and came in from the south. She was crouched as she made her approach and it was a smooth action as she slid the blade free from its scabbard. She was quick when she struck and her arm came up around his neck and she used her leverage to crane him back and quickly cut his throat and made sure that he wouldn’t be making any noise at all. Yes she figured that bashing him over the head with a rock was just a suggestion and who knew if she would actually hit the right spot to knock him out, if she was going to try to kill somebody.. she wasn’t going to fuck around-
(03/06/16 : 03:02:00)
I have a hero living in me
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Captain. John Spartan
Alpha Team Leader
Atlas International
RC W.A.W. - REVO
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to :|Scream to the Silence : *john waiting till she hit the mark, squeezing the trigger as AJAX and Beltway followed suit, each man firing only a single shot, each shot hitting their target, as three heads burst open and blood spray only remaining in the wake.* Secured * moving again lowering their weapons most of the people were sleeping soundly only one a large tent was bumping, music and laughter was coming from within its clothe walls, it was large and almost regal, the tent had to house someone of importance. John stopped turning half way back dark green eyes looking back to his crew this now included you.* AJAX, find us a car, something that we can all get out of here in, Beltway, Wolf, I want you to setting explosives, I want this spot fucking visible from space. When the shit hits the fan these fuckers are just going to assume the British hit them with an air strike. Go now, Commander, you are with me, head in the game, let’s get in that fucking tent, on me
*John moving to the large tent hearing a couple of voices on the inside, mostly speaking Arabic as they feasted over what they considered to be a victory. John sneaking a peek before pulling back* Five men, one looks important, don’t kill the one in the center of the room, I will move in clearing left, you sweet right we take the center man for questioning. Hua *he wanted her to respond so that he knew she had hear him. Moving into the room, her body sweeping left as is rifle raised and fired, each shot hitting set targets the two on the left would die within seconds, the man in the middle help up his arms unsure what the fuck just happened. If you had taken out the ones to the right than John would go back to the prisoner, if she hadn’t he had assisted killing the two on the right .*
the man in the center looking to you before turning to me, though as he did I was in his face throwing a hard powerful right fist into his face and sending him to the floor. Stepping over the man using a pair of Flexy cuffs to secure his hands behind his back. than taking a belt and wrapping it around his head the belt into his mouth separating his teeth preventing him from talking as well as biting off his own tongue. Securing the belt as I flipped him over to his back, the man tried to stand as my right boot came down slashing into his knee breaking it before yanking him back to his stomach, it was than that Macintosh’s body would be visible, hanging from a post in the center of the room, only a second bullet hole in his chest and blood staining his uniform. Red, moving behind the soldier I waited to my men stepped into the room. *Beltway, grab the prison and put him in the truck. *cutting the ropes and helping the body down. * Wolf, get him to the truck, we need to hit LZ Bravo in less than 39 mikes. *John followed, he was sad thaty he couldn’t find the others, but one was better than none. Slipping into the truck as it came to life, the truck would be quiet as they hit the dirty road, Beltway hitting a switch as all the explosives would set off killing more tahan 99% of those at the camp. John and his team would make it Xfil and they would be aboard a plan home before they even knew it. Hours later John and his crew were flying home on a hope.* Hey * getting your attention* should know, that you did really well out here. Good Job Tess