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Thread: Wildlands (rskde & BurningWillows)

Sorry Shrake, I meant Al, she corrected herself, watching him as he sat down, Al and Derulo decided to steal a copter. I was just making sure they didn't die out there, but then the radio fucked up. And the cartel girl? Dunno, Al is in charge of her. Last time I checked he had her in one of the room's. He stood once more after handing the radio back, asking her about her life. Em was rather quiet about it, choosing to focus on the missions they had over chit chat. But this mission wasn't one of speed and stealth, so everyone would learn about her life sooner or later. Not really, she shrugged, My father was a general in the army so I grew up abroad. Lots of travelling, not a lot of friends. My father passed away two years ago, and my mother passed when I was young. The only other family I have is a younger brother who fell out of touch when he turned 18. So not really any family. And yeah, I'm single too. Her eyes turned to his hand, having noticed the ring months back but never asking, What about you? I see your married. Any kids? Her eyes pulled up from her report, smiling at Jason, Just writing these dreaded reports. You smell awful. Had fun then?
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A bag of food got tossed on the plain metal table in the middle of the room, her bed pushed into the far corner from it. Kat had been pacing for half an hour now, finding the door was locked so that she couldn't get out. Thanks, she pursed her lips, her tattooed arms folding over each other, Would it be possible to get a coffee? Or, I don't know, let me out? I'm not the bad guy here. I thought they made it pretty clear I was undercover for six years. Just undercover. I'm not some rogue cartel member. And I'd really like a coffee. She stepped forward so she was closer to the door, watching him with her bright blue eyes.
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The doctor nodded as the man left, returning to her work. After a bit Shrake came into the cave and she looked up, smiling as he passed, Any news sir? Ember grinned as she was given the scrawled down frequencies, a new task she could spend some time on. Derulo quickly joined her, cleaning his gear as she continued to play with her radio. Hey, she greeted after a few minutes, holding her hand out, Can I see your radio? Damn things are on the fritz again. Katerina took the coffee gratefully, waving at the chair nearest him at the table while she strolled around to the opposite end for her own chair. I like it black, thank you, she replied, sipping the hot but thick coffee. She kept quiet on how thick the coffee felt sliding down her throat, knowing top grade coffee was neither cheap or easy to acquire. What would you like to know? she asked, leaning back in her chair as she tapped a manicured nail against the coffee cup, This is the whole reason I'm here, right? To aid you all with my information and inside scoop. So tell me, what is it you all want to know?
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Shrake looks over at the doctor, nodding. Yeah, some war changing stuff happened over in the States.. The Orioles won the World Series. He says with a laugh before walking to the rations stand and grabbing a granola bar, walking back over and eating it while speaking. How are the reports coming along? He asks her, leaning against the wall as he eats the stale bar. Derulo nods, handing her a radio with about eight bullet holes in it. Cartel doesn't really give a shit about our radios. He says with a laugh, continuing to clean off his helmet, examining it every once in awhile to make sure it was clean. Al and I were at a checkpoint, damn government though we were Cartel members, so they took some potshots at me while I flew off with their only helicopter. He says, remembering the whole incident. So yeah, radio was fine, but I was sleeping when ya'll tried to contact us.. I think, it's fuckin' exhausting out there. He explains. Al takes a second drink from his coffee before nodding. Alright, I'll throw you a question. He says, leaning down and placing his cup on the floor. He walks over to her and pulls out a picture from his side, looks freshly taken. The picture shows around three hundred grams of cocaine and a man with a white hat on his head, five armed guards are around him. We know who the leader of the cartel is, but we have no idea who this guy is, so answer me this.. Who is this bastard and how fast can we send him to hell? He asks Katerina, raising his eyebrows. He allows her to take the picture, he walks back over to the wall he had been against before and grabs his coffee, taking another drink of it as he watches her, waiting for his answer and making sure he was ready to take any mental notes that might be needed. His sniper rifle is still on his back, his hands and face seem to have specs of gunpowder all over them, he shifts and his FN45 clicks against the wall, the sidearm making a solid sound as it hits concrete.
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Al looks her over, raising an eyebrow. You're lucky the boss gave you that handgun of yours, you don't make the demands around here. He says to her, taking the picture from her and pocketing it. The thing you fail to realize is that I took the goddamn picture, I know where he is and now I know what he does, thank you for the intel. Al says to her, stepping forward and clapping her on her shoulder. He turns and swipes his card into the door lock, opening it up before closing it again, relocking it with his key. Enjoy the coffee. He says over the intercom before walking back into the main part of the base, sharing the intel with Shrake before walking to his bunk, crashing on it and closing his eyes, earning himself some much needed sleep. Shrake nods to Al before turning back to the Doctor, shrugging as she asks about the food. We just got some intelligence that'll grant us permission.. Hah, as if we need it, anyway it'll grant us an opportunity to kill Mr. White Hat, and we'll use the new helicopter to do so.. Or something like that, I'll make a plan, get your things ready. He says to her before walking back to his quarters, opening a map of Bolivia and marking it with red marker. He finally devises a plan, scribbling it down on his notepad before he stands and pockets the book, leaving his office and heading to the interrogation cell. He opens the door and steps inside, eyeing the woman in there cautiously before beckoning for her. We're gonna do an op, let's go. He says to her, waiting for her to follow him out. Derulo nods and finally cleans off his Kevlar entirelly, sliding the plate back into the carrier and placing both articles of clothing on to himself before walking back inside. He walks into the room he shares with Al, tapping the man on the shoulder to wake him up. Sorry brother, Shrake's got an op against White Hat. He says, allowing the man to groan and get up. Derulo walks out into the main hallway and leans against the wall. Shrake's getting us an op! Be on standby. He calls out to the women in the main room. When Shrake walks back in, he prepares himself for the briefing, excitement tickling at his brain as he thinks about what they were going to do.
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Em noticed a lot of movement in her perphial vision and pulled off her noise cancelling headphones as Shrake walked in, noting the rest of the team assembling. Shutting her computer down, she moved over to sit with Arya. What's going on doc? Arya put her reports away in her lab while she had the chance, returning to her place on the couch now in full gear as Em sat beside her. We got an op, she grinned, excited to get out of the cave. You ass! she yelled as he stole the picture and booked it out the door, locking it behind him. Stomping to the door she slammed a fist on it, growling at the intercom as he spoke. Fuck you, she spat, pacing to her bed, The damn coffee sucks here! It had only been half an hour when the door reopened, and Kat held up a manicured hand, pointing her serrated knife at the man walking in, I'm not telling any of you shit. I want a phone, or a radio, or whatever. I'm calling my contact in the U.S government. I didn't sign up to play prisoner here! She got to her feet as he spoke, her nostrils flaring, Oh, that's grand. Have fun with your little op. I'm not going! She stomped closer to him, sheathing her knife as she walked, her other hand balled in a fist, I'm sure whatever plan you have will either get me killed, or make me rely on all of you. And how am I suppose to trust any of you with my life when you've treated me like this- she waved her hand at the room, -since I got here. Plus, she sighed, her temper sizzling down as she got her rant off her chest,The cartel still doesn't know I'm a spy. And the government likes it that way. Why blow my cover when I'm more useful on the inside, right?
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Shrake listens to her rant, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows at her. You haven't even gone through Special Operations Screening, how the fuck could we trust you? He asks her. Derulo doesn't like you because the people at your camp killed Menendez, and he'll get over that. But you haven't even gone through hazing, or any ghost training, you're basically a CIA agent, and we don't like the CIA in our shit. He explains to her. Now get the fuck up and lets go, I don't care about your cover. He says to her, waiting for her to follow.
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A hazing, or any type of training would be better than locked in a room, she replied with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest as she followed him out, And I really do care about my cover. If she lost her cover, the cartel would have her head. Even if they were able to shut operations down, there would be plenty in line to kill her. In an odd way, the cartel was protecting her as much as the government was. She'd spent six years in it after all, and made just as many enemies as friends. Whatever the outcome, if her cover got blown, she'd be in hiding for the rest of her life. Katerina didn't like the thought of always running, always hiding. Okay stop, she planted her feet in the middle of the hallway, trying to stall. Her eyes fell on the rations supplying, noting the low number of supplies. Look, I can help, she sighed, You have low rations right? I can get you more. If, and only if, I keep my cover. Or you want Carlos? I can give you him too. I'll do your screening, or whatever it is. Just work with me a little. Hear me out.
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Shrake halts and turns, leaning against one of the walls as all of the male members of the team seem to do. Katerina, I'll get you your training when you can prove to me you know how to get shit done. I'm a goddamned Commander in the most elite team of operators this world has ever known, and you're questioning my leadership ability and my tactics, so I'll just tell you the goddamn plan, take fucking notes. He says, obviously annoyed. Carlos.. Or 'White Hat' as the government likes to call him currently has possession of around five hundred kilo's of cocaine, ready to go straight to Miami. An estimated profit of two hundred twenty thousand dollars per ten kilo's. He explains to her. Do you have any fucking idea what the Cartel could do with that cash? They can already fund a goddamn war, now they can just pay another country to fight it for them, or just buy into the government here. He says. So here's what's going to happen, and it'll solve every single problem on this base, ready? He asks. We're shipping out tonight in that helicopter outside, grabbing some heavy ass weapons and hopefully use your info to kick down the door, kill everyone except for White Hat, do off with their rations and their cocaine, destroy every kilo of cocaine and then wait for Mr. Skull Head or whatever to fuck White Hat into another dimension. He says to her. Do you like my fucking plan? I've been in this business for five fucking years, and I'm being questioned by a girl who's scared to show her face to the people who have been murdering her people for the last fucking decade. He spits at her. Don't even give me shit when you've got a truck load on your fucking shoulders.
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Kat uncrossed her arms, running her fingers through her hair then scratching the shaved side. Shrugging, she nodded finally. I'm not scared to show my face. I'm simply trying to stay alive, she replied, But your plan is sound. Sorry for, you know, doubting you. Passing him she added quieter, making sure no one could hear, And I know what they are doing with the money. If I'd known they'd be shipping it this soon I would have told you. Wasn't supposed to be for another month, she added under her breath to herself, stepping into the main cave and getting looks from everyone. Quietly she stepped to the side, far from all of them as she held their glares, standing her ground.
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Derulo looks away from Katerina, he seems ready to go. Instead of the tiny MP7 that usually sits on his plate carrier, an M249 LMG is across his back, an ammo chain feeding from his backpack into the gun. His FN45 is replaced by several hand grenades and an entire kilo of plastic explosives, a small detonator sits next to it. He looks ready to fuck shit up. He grabs another radio from the radio ops table, slipping it into a designated spot on his plate carrier. He slips on his sunglasses and grabs a small kit from his side, opening it and dragging fingers of jungle camo down his face, giving him a commando-like look. Meanwhile Al has changed out his M4AO5 for an M107 anti material sniper rifle, the gigantic sniper rifle seems to dwarf him, as if he shouldn't even be able to carry the giant gun. The massive sniper fires 50 caliber bullets and can go through solid steel to kill every enemy behind that cover. Of course, 50 caliber bullets are expensive as all hell, so he gets only a magazine of seven bullets, only to be used in emergency's. According to Derulo, he would be in the helicopter with Ember, she would be flying while communicating with the team while he was door gunning, using the M107 only if necessary. He wears his normal battle attire, not even bothering to put any camo on to his face. He slides his aviator sunglasses on to his face, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms, waving to Katerina as she walks in. Shrake steps into the room and switches out his M16A4 for an M4 carbine with a drum magazine in the bottom of it, switching the rifle to automatic. Of course the rifles they use used the standard 5.56 milimeter bullets, one of the cheaptest bullets on the planet aside from 7.62 mm, which is what Derulo'a M249 uses. Shrake looks around at the team. Ember and Al are in the chopper, the rest of you are with me. We won't be landing, prepare your gear for a para drop and prepare for immediate and heavy enemy contact. We will not be killing White Hat, but if he poses an immediate threat to you, then you have my full permission to put a bullet into that famous hat of his. He says to the team. Once we've taken out the cartel members inside and around the compound, we will prioritize stealing rations, and then the truck of cocaine that is supposed to go out tomorrow morning. We will make this night their last, now load up. He says to the team, watching as Al and Derulo grab parachutes. Shrake grabs a parachute from Al, considering he wouldn't be needing it before the three of them jog outside, loading into the helicopter and waiting for the three lady ghosts to join them.
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Arya was quick to follow them out, helping load alongside Derulo and Al. Shrake begin to help but was quickly pulled away by Ember who seemed upset. Know what's going on now? she asked, jumping into the helicopter, Think its Ember, or the new girl? Emberly crossed to her station, grabbing her weapons. As she rose she spotted a pair of boots beside her and turning came face to face with Katerina Silvika. What? she sighed, throwing her carbine over her shoulder, Boss's orders were to get in the helicopter, not stand around. Great, the blonde woman sighed, Except I have no gear. And a knife and a glock aren't going to protect me much, or help any of you. All I need is something from my bags. I know there here somewhere, and I really need something in them. Maybe a gun? Em rolled her eyes, I'm not the person to send requests to. If you want your stuff, you got to ask Shrake. If you want one of our weapons...ask Shrake. He's not particularly fond of me, she frowned, None of you are. Ember felt a pang of sympathy, knowing none of them were making it easier on her. It didn't help that all of them had seen what the cartel was doing, watched their friends get murdered in the line of duty. That sympathy doused as she remember the recent three deaths. I'll ask Shrake in here for you, she stated, walking away, But you get to beg for your stuff to him. Stepping outside she called Shrake over, explaining quickly that Katerina was making a fuss over something in her bags. I don't know what she wants, but it's probably a change of clothes, Em shrugged, We did only give her a week's worth of clothing in the room, and the rest is in Arya's office. Should I go back in and send her out as is? Or would you like to deal with her?
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Shrake shrugs. No idea what's going on between them. He quickly says before Ember intercepts him, he thinks about for a split second before telling her. Grab her a Casper Recon hat, and AR-100 plate carrier armor, then get her to the helicopter, be quick. He says to her, patting her on the shoulder before he goes back to the helicopter. Shrake performs pre-flight checks, making sure the craft was safe for Ember to fly, he nods to himself as he is satisfied with the condition that the two men of his squadron brought it back in. Al looks over at the Doc, he pulls the handle back on the mini gun in the door of the chopper, watching the ammo feed itself into the chamber. Hey, take care of everyone down there. He calls over to her, adjusting his aviators as he says it. He sits back against the helicopter door, leaving one foot to hang off of the side, holding his M107 tightly in his hands, while he knew he wouldn't be down there, the idea of being in the helicopter doing gun runs for the squad wasn't exactly appealing either, he would be exposed and a big goddamn target as well, he hopes silently that Ember will fly him safely.
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Arya nodded to Al, I'll do my best. Make sure to shoot true, okay? We can get these bastards. Nodding, Ember returned to the woman, grabbing the gear Shrake mentioned and handing it to her. The woman looked at for a second, sighed then pulled it over her loose top. I guess two bulletproof pieces are better than one, She shrugged, My corset is only really good for one or two bullets anyways. And I'm guessing no weapon. Em shook her head, Going to put the hat on? Leading the woman out, she jumped into the pilot seat, pulling the headphones on as she pressed a few buttons. Her stomach was in knots, not because she couldn't fly the copter, but because Al was relying on her to keep him safe, and she was flying her team mates right into cartel jaws. A part of her wanted to be going down with them, watching their backs. Everyone ready? she called through the mic, giving the thumbs up to Shrake. Katerina pulled her hair up into a quick braid, sticking the hat on her head. Grabbing one of the parachutes from where the others had she followed Ember out. Kat got placed right beside Al, squished between him and Arya. Her heart was pounding, knowing already that her day was about to get very shitty.
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Shrake returns the thumbs up before reaching into his side holster, grabbing his FN45 from it and offering it to Katerina. This is a gift of trust, use it well. He says to her dryly as the helicopter takes off, headed for White Hat's compound. Night falls before they arrive, their helicopter flies above the compound, Shrake opens the door and jumps out, keeping his hands by his side as he does, he looks at his watch, which serves as an altimeter when he needs it. His watch starts counting down. ' 3,000 feet.. 2,000 feet.. ' he counts off in his head before pulling the chute, gliding down to the outskirts of the compound before packing up his chute, tossing it into a bush nearby. Derulo slips on his goggles and silently jumps out after Shrake, turning and waving to Al as he falls, the wind whipping at his hair and face as he falls, he makes his body as straight as an arrow, raising his wrist to watch the number of feet he was currently sitting at. He looks down at the compound, noting to himself anything that he would need to remember about this place. It was a single building, a large cross on the outside glows pink, reading the words 'Santa Muertos' across it, or 'Mother Death', lights shine around the compound, patrols of armed guards surround the un walled compound, moving around. A truck sits outside, a dirt bike lying next to it. Several men are loading packages into the back of the truck, all is quiet for them. The place had no walls, but concrete barriers are set up everywhere, the compound itself sits on the edge of a cliff, a road goes straight through the whole place. Derulo pulls his chute and glides down to Shrake, moving with him to one of the concrete barriers. He feels Shrake pat him on the back before he sets up his M249, doing a mental check to make sure the weapon wouldnt just freeze up. He mentally plans a route, nobody has seen them yet. Everyone get set. Shrake whispers over the radio. Al tightens his hands around the handles of the door gun, looking over at Ember and calling out over the sound of the helicopter's blades. When they open fire, swoop down and we'll rain fire on these Bolivian bitches! He calls to her with a laugh, cocking back the handle again, setting his feet and buckling himself into the door to make sure he won't fall out. Al looks around himself in the chopper, making note of the positions of the parachutes and extra weapons scattered around, just in case they went down.
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Coming chick? she asked, turning to Katerina as she nodded. Jumping out, she followed close behind Derulo, keeping her eyes on her watch. Pulling her chute cord, her parachute opened wide. She hit the ground lightly, detaching her chute. Instantly her gun was in her hand, waiting for orders. Gritting her teeth, Kat jumped, her fists balling as she flew towards the ground. She had no way to tell meters, only able to estimate by Arya below her. Watching her open her chute, Katerina counted to ten then pulled her own. It was a little too low though, and she hit the ground roughly, cursing under her breath as she rolled. Detaching the chute, she knelt to keep hidden, checking the gun Shrake had given her. Creeping forward, Kat pulled up beside Derulo, watching his eyes survey the scene. More cover if we go right, she whispered, knowing the compound all too well, There's a blind spot about 2 clicks from here. If we get get to the roof from there the door is usually unlocked. Guards like to smoke up there. It's guarded by one guy, easy to take down. Her head turned, looking at Shrake because she had no radio, Is that okay...sir? Em grinned, nodding at Al's words before reaching for the spare pair of portable headphones left in the passenger seat, handing them back to him. This way she could hear him easier. Pressing a few buttons on the radio, she turned on the frequency they used. Shrake, this is bird. Do you copy? she called in, dropping the helicopter a few feet as she circled, getting them closer.