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Gordon pointed at an empty cage just to their right.

"This is yours, lad."

It was just then that another man walked up. A large, muscular black man walked up to him. The man wore Crye Precision G3 Combat shirt and pants, all in M81 Woodland pattern with Black combat boots. His light brown eyes bore a lot of discomfort. as he extended his hand for a shake.

"Michael Donovan. Team Point Man. It's nice to meet you."

Grey Sword PMC (Private Military Contractors)

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As Nick backed away from Matt and returned to his cage, another man walked up. This one wasn't wearing a shirt, only grey basketball shorts and white trainers.

"Cole Barnes. Team medic." The man said with a big smile and unmistakable Australian accent. He had thick brown hair and blue eyes. There was also a tattoo of a scalpel on Cole's right bicep. His skin had a tan like a surfer. He looked more like a model than a soldier.

Grey Sword PMC (Private Military Contractors)

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The man accepted Matt's handshake, both men locking eyes and firmly gripping the other's hand.

"Nicholas Harrison, JTF-2. Team Leader."

As the two men broke the shake, Gordon patted Harrison on the shoulder.

"Relax, boss. Matt here got hired on same as we did. Besides, he's an Englishman, so I've got his back."

Nick gave a small scoff.

"CPU, huh? Somebody must not have told you, this team is primarily on combat operations. We fight, we don't just sit around looking scary. You want to prove that you should be in this company, let alone this team, let's see how you do on the range."

Grey Sword PMC (Private Military Contractors)

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(I don't know if you've every heard of these shows called "SEAL Team" or "Six", but they are about Navy SEALs - as the names would imply. They have this room called the cage room. In each of those cages, team members have their gear and personal touches. That's where the team spends time when they aren't training)

The two men walk into the room which was alive with conversation, laughter and music. All of which stopped when they noticed Matt. It was then that a man walked up to Matt. He was just over six feet tall, with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes with a "Don't mess with me" look in them. His defined arms crossed over his chest. The man wore a short sleeve tan t-shirt, Cargo pants with the UCP camouflage pattern and Brown and Black hiking shoes.

"Watch it Gordon, looks like you've got a stray on your six."

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The two men get out of the elevator with their bags in tow. Gordon escorts Matt to a room that looks ready to be moved into. He places the bag he's holding on the bed and turns to look at Matt.

"Yeah. Gordon is just fine, lad. Some of the rest of the team has some pretty odd handles, so I figured I'd ask. It's not a bad team. We've got a Canadian, an Aussie, a French lass, a Russian and a couple of Yanks. The lot of them are positively mental, but they're damn fine to have on your side in a firefight."