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CameronMays - Jan 23rd 2020 09:21

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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."

CameronMays - Jan 23rd 2020 09:38

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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."

CameronMays - Jan 23rd 2020 09:52

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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.

CameronMays - Jan 23rd 2020 10:02

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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."

Edited Jan 25th 2020 11:28

CameronMays - Jan 23rd 2020 10:17

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"Don't mind Mikey, here. He gets all shy and nervous when he meets new people. If you're around long enough, you won't be able to shut him up." Cole said as he began doing pull ups in his cage.

"Hey, Doc. Bite me. And I told you NOT to call me Mikey. It's a courtesy that I respond to "Mike". My name is Michael, that's what it says on my birth certificate and that's what it's gonna say on my grave. THAT'S what you'll call me in life, get it?" Michael said as he walked toward Cole's cage and Gordon stepping front of the man to stop him from getting any closer.

Michael could of gone through Gordon like he wasn't even there, though the older Brit was no slouch. But out of courtesy, Michael stopped and went back to his own cage, but not before getting in one more retort.

"Or else I'll lay you out like I did in Bosnia."

Edited Jan 25th 2020 11:30

CameronMays - Jan 23rd 2020 10:31

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Nick stepped out of his cage with his tan plate carrier on.

"We're headed to the range. Gordon, take Rixon to the Quartermaster to get whatever he wants. I'm serious about wanting to know what the kid can do."

With that, Gordon, Michael and Cole put on their plate carriers. Cole put on Multi-Cam cargo pants. The four men grabbed their weapons of choice.

(The ones I listed in their bios)

Michael, Cole and Nick all headed out the door. Gordon walked to Matt's cage.

"Come along, lad. Let's get you kitted proper." Gordon said with another semi-smile"

CameronMays - Jan 23rd 2020 10:40

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"Go easy on him, lad. We lost a mate on a contract down in Bolivia a month back. He still blames himself. His team, his watch and all that. He's a good man. I trust him with my life. We all do. Just let him see that you can handle yourself and he'll take to you in no time.

CameronMays - Jan 23rd 2020 10:56

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Nick stood in front of two beat up SUVs the company uses for vehicular combat training. To the right of him stood a woman wearing facial protection gear and body armor.

"Ok, this is a standard low vis ambush repel scenario. 5 man detail. this will be our protectee *gestures to woman next to him* Lead Vehicle will be Michael driving and myself shotgun. Vehicle Two will be Gordon driving, Rixon shotgun and Barnes in the rear for security and medical. Any questions?"

Cole raises his hand.

"Any MISSION RELATED questions?"

Cole lowers his hands.

"Then let's get it on, people."

Edited Jan 25th 2020 11:34

CameronMays - Jan 23rd 2020 11:11

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The convoy proceeds to roll through a mocked up main street. There is no one on the street as the vehicles came. Then, all of a sudden there was an explosion just in front of the lead vehicle and automatic weapons fire was coming from multiple windows and people who had been hiding on the street.

"CONTACT FRONT! CONTACT FRONT!" Gordon screamed.

Cole echo the contact call.

All that came from Vehicle One was the sound of the horn as the driver was "incapacitated".

"Hold on, lads." Gordon said as he pressed his SUV forward. They made contact with the back of the lead vehicle and pushed them out of the killzone. Once he was satisfied that they were clear enough from danger, Gordon gave the order to dismount. He provided covering fire to Barnes, who moved to the vehicle and checked on the occupants. The protectee didn't seem to have any injuries and was rushed to the back of Vehicle Two.

"Rixon, Nick and Michael are hurt, I need your help movin' 'em, mate."

CameronMays - Jan 23rd 2020 11:44

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The only reply Gordon gave to Matt was continuing to fire his rifle to cover him and Cole, who had Michael up on his shoulders.

"HE CAN'T HEAR YOU RIGHT NOW, MATE! HE'S IN THE F**KIN' ZONE!" Cole shouted.

As he placed Michael in the back of the SUV, Cole grabbed a smoke grenade off of his vest.

"POPPIN' SMOKE!" Cole shouted as he threw the grenade.

Once the smoke began to plume, he jumped back into the vehicle.

"SET!" Cole said.

"EVERYBODY MOUNT UP, NOW!" Gordon said as he runs toward the vehicle. As he moved toward the vehicle, he took several rounds to his back and fell to the ground.

"GORDON!" Cole shouted as he looked at his friend drop.

"He's gone, mate. Rixon, drive. We need to get the casualties out."