Off the coast of Cuba, a small Anti-American force planned a secret ops plan against the US government. A new force in the States, The Silver Tongue, has become suspicious, due to the low reports on weapons of mass destruction from Cuba, so they looked into it. Once they sent a small force into Cuba to question them about the low reports, they never returned. The US government did not know if the soldiers were killed or not, but to find out, The Silver Tongue prepared to infill a mission, they didn't know how many people to send on the mission, or who, after about three weeks in search in the secret services, they found the first man, his name is classified, just like all others in the secret services. All personal within this mission will be linked to up with codec, similar to the ones used in Shadow Moses, but these were modified, they never ran low on battery energy, they were powered by bodily energy, radiating from heat to it, so in other words, if you die while wearing it, it dies. All weapons will be obtained within the mission.

Breifing:

Style of entry: All personal will be dropped off near the Anti-American base into a small jungle. From there, you will be excpected to proceed on foot and not be spotted. The transport that will drop you off will be a stealth chopper SVU-45.

Objective 1:The first objective is to locate all the missing soldiers if they are still alive.

Objective 2:You must find the sorce of why Cuba has not been sending reports, if a nuclear powered weapon is discovered, report it to the Colonel immediatly.

Possible Objective: If the nuclear weapon is active, dismantle it at all possible reason.

Silver Gold: Silver Gold is a special units force group who is intwined with the Anti-American unit. There are four members of the force they are as follows:

Red Stan: A man who had never seen the light, he lives and breathes in the shadows. All wears is black, his face has never been seen. He uses his deadly ninja stars as weapons, ledgend has it that he has never ran out of ninja stars during a fight.

Blue Harpy: A woman with the beauty of an angel, but the heart of a demon. Her fighting style is considered unholy among her followers. Her weapons are her surroundings, she has never used a gun or a standard blade. She wears her baggy mechanics jacket and leather jeans.

Green Tiger: The strongest man in Cuba. He has no known past, but has killed many Tigers bare handed in the force, thus giving him his code name. He has many scars over his body and never wears a shirt, he usually can be seen wearing his army pants and combat boots, he stands at seven and a half feet tall.

Golden Eagle: (No information available)

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My char-
Real Name-Jack Kingsley
Op name-Solid Scorpion/ Black Scorpion
Height-6'1" and very flexative
Weight-195 lbs
Age-29
Hair color-Black
Eye color-Raven may
Attire-A light black high polymer skin suit meant for infiltration , it can be outfitted with camo over covers , he wears for fitted flat sole sock like leather boots , the bottoms are coated with a soft rubber , the suit has a crucifix implanted into the gloves on the palms , and a bigger one at the back , all of them are non reflective and black. Over his face he wear a black mask that covers up to his cheek bones , the rest is covered by his hair and a pair of black goggles that wrap around his head fully , the mask is prepared with a breather adapter for water missions.
Bio-Jack was born in austria , his mother and father raising him well , they moved to the outback when Jack was fourteen , he constantly played out in the fields and built up a wonderfull set of muscles at the age of eighteen , he can throw a boomerang around three hundred yards and be lethal , he knows how to throw a knife pretty well , he enjoys carrying a Ka-bar on his right arm , though in this mission they are not granting him weapons....
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OOC- Alright , I love M.G.S that's why I made this , please make your post in depth and when you do post them getting a weapon , do not make it " He kicked the man in the back of the head and broke his neck and picked up his gun" NO ! I hate that so fucking much ! If you want to find a good gun look up handguns on google or ask someone , jeez , I hate when people are just like " - He carried three KA-bars and four 9mm pistols , along with a sniper rifle " I want this to be just like Metal Gear , codec , nanos , everything. Please , if you join , don't make your charachter all perfect and impossible to defeat , this is going to be a very in depth RP. As for the signature Sword , Snake and Raiden usually get , NO , you can not have a sword unless I grant it , PLEASE , no supernatural charachters , like Vamp from the second one , you will be evil if you do , and I want some people to be evil , but I still do not want supernatural charachters , I hope some people will join , I find this thread extremely interesting. As for your entering , do NOT get your weapon on your first post , let about five post go by with you not having a weapon and having to sneak and then go ahead and post you killing an NPC in a very assassin act , I don't want to see. " He snuck up behind the man and jumped onto him , the man screamed for help as he grabbed his gun and shot him in the head" NO ! You couldn't do that , you would alert guards and die , do not try to post something like that or I will give you a firm ass whooping. Thank you for your times.




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(Hope this is descriptive enough, oh and by the way who's the equivilant of Liquid snake in this RP? Then could post his profile)

"He'll be through here I know it, keep guard down here, I'm off to swat down some.... troublesome flies" he said walking off to the main elevator in the cargo bay......
The light flashed red and the alarm went off informing that the elevator wos going up the figure stuck with his face to the wall not revealing his identity he chuckled lightly as the elevator made his way to the surface........

OOC-Golden eagle was the person I had in mind , and if you are trying to be him, no. Two things that I saw wrong with your post , I didn't see a description of who he was , his hair color , eye color , nothing , I'm seeing a white guy with no hair , no eyes , and being nude. I need to see more detail really , and I also need to know your alignment , and please post your charachter sheet as well. And in this RP , there will be NO Solid or Liquid Snake , This will be a simply fiction that I thought was interesting.

Real Name-Jim Lundstrom
Op name-Fire Bird
Height-5'9"
Weight-185 lbs
Age-26
Hair color:Black with Red tips
Eye color: Green

Bio: Jim Lundstrom was born in Lincoln Nebraska at the age of 7 he started to learn the martial arts rising to claim the title state champion he competed at world compition and lost to a cuban Street fighter. At the age of 20 jim was picked by the Nsa for a special division of espionage missions jim has been asked by on the cia directors to assits with this black op he has had some feild exsperince but nothing to have earned a metal for Jim is espically good with a combat knifes and he has some shooting exsperience after serving a tour with the USMC Jim isnt a sniper or a great marksmen but he can hold his own in a fire fight. Jim is still a bit jittery in the feild and he can be quick to action but he keeps his calm
Jim wears Jungle Camoflauge pants and jacket with a black shirt underneth his combat boots have some driedmud and scuffs ,he not big on shining shoes, the red tips in his hair gave him the nickname fire bird and it is now his op name he carrys no weapons as per orders of the Mission leader.

Real Name: Lucas McDairmott Jr.
Op Name: Spectral Scarab
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 145lbs
Age: 28
Hair colour: Snow white
Eye colour: Pale blue

Bio: Lucas McDairmott Jr. was born in a state hospital in North Dakota to a Mrs Janet Schaeffer (born in Berlin) and his father, Lucas McDairmott Snr. (born in southern Ireland to an English family, worked in the SAS for eight years, other data unknown) Lucas attended a private school and was generally kept away from otehr children by his parents. The reasoning behind these actions remain unclear to this day. With little to distract him from work, Lucas easily got into University, attaining a degree in Accounting and Finance. It was around this time that he first began to show an interest in more physical activities; he joined a local judo club, and regularly appeared at variosu nearby gymnasiums, working his body into perfect shape with a freakish zeal. Eventually, after numerous moderately successful business ventures, he returned to university and concentrated on finding a job within the military. After several attempts, he was permitted to join the training procedure for a new wave of "grunts". After many years of insanely rigorous treatment and self-inflicted pain, Lucas had become accustomed to discomfort and strain, and thus he cake-walked the procedures. It was only when he got into solo missions and planning that his talent truly showed, however; the cold, analytical mind cultured by the dog-eat-dog industry he had once been a part of was a valuable asset on the battlefield, and proved to be Lucas' saving grace on more occasions than his weapons were. It was also noted over time that Lucas had not once stopped to eat or drink during a mission; most superiors didn't think much of it beyond a notable dedication to the obkective, but many field medical practitioners began to doubt his wellbeing. Lucas seemed unaffected, however. It wasn't long before he was drafted into a new spec-ops group calling itself 'Silver Tongue'...

Attire: Wears a jet-black wetsuit over a gray knitted jumper (made by his mother, claimed to be 'lucky') and a rather thin kevlar vest. (black) Tight-fitting polyester pants over woolen tights, to fight the cold. Single silver earring in left lobe. Hair cut to a number 2. (short) Boots have no grips on the soles, thus making the footsteps harder to identify. Tends to keep a small packet of pills in one pocket, though command hasn't let him bring them this time around.

Skill: Barely makes a sound when breathing. Has more or less mastered the art of silent walking. Thin frame useful for climbing through tight spaces. Limited ability with most firearms, but impressive at melee range and a fairly steady throwing hand as well. Dislikes needless killing. Can stay awake for more than a month with less than 1 hour's sleep. More at home in nighttime operations.

OOC~ Alright , we're doing good now ! I have decided to make all the Operatives of Silver gold , since most are not applying for them , I forgot to mention that probably but to late. -sigh- Alright , the charachters so far are very good , I like them , I will start IC very soon , I will probably start it in about twenty minutes.....

The colonel stood before them all , each man sitting side by side by side , in a perfect row. Each man was told to listen to the colonel.

" All right , men. You have all proven yourself to me beyong all belief ! I know each and every one of you will come out of here alive ! Good luck . "
The colonel was never one for words , it was okay to him. Steel sat calmly on his bench , his head lowered as he listened , his obi like mask grasped tight in his hand , his goggles in the same , his suit pulled tight to his body as they began preparing his chute to his back. A breakaway , all of them had these , it would drop away the second they landed , the chute made of flash paper substitutre , this meant they were supposed to burn them , the only things granted in the mission was four rations , a set of bandages , some smokes , a lighter , and a supressor for when they got a gun. He heard the colonel shout orders and closed his eyes mumbling a prayer slowly , finally oppening his eyes , his black hair hanging loose about his face , he gave a little sigh. Reaching down he grabbed his small crucifix with a little point on it , he shoved it into the enck of his suit and then pulled the obi mask over his hair and finally adjusting it to his face , he moved up up his goggles , slowly putting them on as he glanced out the oppening doors , seeing out with a crimson resinance. He gave a little chuckle to himself shaking his head softly as he rocked his head side to side , this was the time the guys were supposed to be able to tell each other their codes. He took it to himself to say his in the most blunt way.
" 286.23 "
He would hope someone else would give their's , they had to keep in contact to keep this mission successful.

Jim had listened to the colonel's speech his camoflauge rippiling slightyly with the wind he had on a H.A.L.O helmet and his parachute was ready to go he stood up behind the guy who had just givin his code jims pack with his supplies in theme added about 5 pounds to his weight he adjusted his parachute to compensate for the extra weight

"950.42" Jim said with a cold memorized tone as if it was all like dejhavue. he looked out of the back of the plane and waited for the first guy to jump into the cold black clouds over cuban airspace. after a cople of minutes of just standing there Jim looked at the first guy
"Are we jumping 286.23 or what?"

He grinned a little , he wasn't a complete fool ! He turned a bit , seeing Fire , that was what he called him , most knew him as Steel or Black , he slowly stood. " Of course we're jumping , hope you aren't the skiddish type. " He gave a little chuckle , breaking it quickly as he slowly picked up the small fin like devices he used to guide himself silently through the air. He shot into a small , quick , sprint , his eyes set on the exit , the last thing heard by him was " Good luck Steel ! " From the colonel , and he had dropped. He immediately went into a free fall , his arms spread freely out , the fin like attachments on his legs and arms slowing him until he moved forward and went into a heavy drop , his hands coming to his sides , his feet perking outwards , his eyes downward at the ground. He began roaring in true speed , from the fins really , he rose his right arm a little and he went into an extreme spin , his left raising then , he rose his head meaning he would stop dead in the air , still falling fast , he immediately let his chute take off in a roar , he soared down until he landed in a small clearing , he tugged his chute free of the trees , reaching into the small pocket of his suit he pulled out his lighter , he set the chute afire , it took about three seconds for the entire thing to roar out of existence , there was no smoke , so he would be safe. He began to crouch , shoving the lighter in his pocket , the lighter was a black zippo with a coating incase it was shot , a silver cross was airbrushed onto the surface. He slowly began heading hurridly across the clearing , dipping behind a log , he brought his right hand up to the cavity behind his right ear , the frequency he set it on was 578.37 , the colonel. The colonel answered with a " Are you in ? " Steel smirked. Speaking over codec of course. " How could I not be in ? " The colonel would respond with a bit of a boring come back. " You're too cocky. " He rolled his eyes and released the button , he reset the frequency to 950.42 He pressed the button behind his ear again quickly . " Go, now ! And before you do , tell the other guys to transmit their frequencies to me , you know the code. "

<Lucas stared blankly at the wall all the way through the colonel's speech. He'd already read the hard-copy of the orders a good twenty or thirty times; anything the colonel would say now was pointless to listen to. He busied himself by absent-mindedly stripping all the unnecessary equipment from his pack. Cigarettes...they'd be useful if he wound up in prison and felt like bartering his way out. An unlikely scenario at best, so he tossed them away. Suppressor...no use withotu a gun. Lucas wasn't so hot with guns, but he kept this just in case; if the time does come when the only way out is via some messy work, then it'd be best to do so with minimal fuss. Bandages...miniaml use. Lucas rarely let himself get hurt; he "didn't have time to bleed", as Jesse Ventura put it. Besides, he was wearing socks; they could work as bandages in a snap. He threw away the bandages too. Lighter...he'd noted that the 'chutes were designed to be torched, so this was probably quite essential. Rations...well, if the other guys run dry...he kept those. Hearing the two sitting beside him speak their frequences, Lucas made a mental note and recited his...>

"Six-three-seven point nine-five."

<Lucas got up and stood behind 950.42; what was the name?...Fire, that was it. Fire Bird. And he was stuck with Spectral Scarab. He made another note to find out who came up with these ridiculous names, and drill a few air-holes in his or her skull. For the benefit of all.>

Fire-Bird looked back to the third person on the plane His H.A.L.O helmet hiding his grin
"Transmit to frequency 286.23 637.95 and don't wait to long to jump" He atached the same fins steel did and leapt out of the airplane his digital altimiter reading the distance to the ground the green screen gave an ambiance to the grey clous as Fire dropped from the hevans his gliding like that of a rare bird the Phoenix. He reached the assinged dropzone and the computer voice told him in a warm femal voice
"Pull your chute Now"
Jim grinned as he pulled the ripcord and said in a smooth voice
"Thanks Hun"
he glided smoothly to the ground and treded on the dew covered grass softly the trees casting omince shadows he had landed about fifty yards from steel He lit the parachute and looked away tuning his radio to steels frequency and the colonels frequency
"Fire-bird is in and ready to go."
He checked all of his supplys his silver zippo with a smiling fireball on the front glowled in low moonlight. Fire bird thought to himsefl as he waited for a responce
Time to go to work and whoever is in my way better watch out becasue im on Fire. His red tips rustled in the slight brezee as he removed his halo helmet his smooth face had a soft glow in the low light and a grin like the cheser cat crossed it.

<Lucas ran a final check over his equipment as Fire threw himself into the embrace of the clouds, disappearing almost instantly. With a grunt, Lucas pulled on the heavy-duty helmet used for all jumps of this sort and stepped closer to the open hatch. The colonel was listening to something via codec, presumably one of the other team members calling in. Ignoring the diving fins, Lucas gritted his teeth and leapt out into the cold air. Almost instantly, an unexpected gust threw him off-balance and he twisted away, upside-down and thoroughly confused. With a bit of effort, he managed ot return to a semi-ordinary flight path, roughly on target for the landing zone. At a good five hundred metres above ground level, a calm female voice rang into Lucas' head via the codec device.>

"Release parachute now to avoid risk of injury."

<No risk of injury, perhaps - but far too much chance of being detected by enemy radar facilities. Hesitating for a few brief seconds, Lucas pulled hard on the cord at what he thought was two hundred metres above ground. All the air in his lungs was forcibly squeezed out as the harness on the chute's pack tightened around his ribcage, and he nearly blacked out when his head snapped backward and cracked off his air tanks.>

Every goddamn time...

<Before he could curse at his misfortune, his legs connected with the ground. If they had been tense, the force may have shattered them, but Lucas had done this before. His relaxed limbs hit the floor and gave way, resultign in him going into a rapid log roll. After rolling for a few seconds - and getting firmly wrapped up in his own parachute - Lucas stuck out one arm and forced himself to stop. Staggering to his feet, he leaned against a nearby tree and pulled out the Zippo. As he lit the 'chute, he looked around, noting the dense terrain. Neither of the other operatives could be seen. Surprise. As he turned his attention to the melting 'chute, he toggled the setting on his codec to frequency 578.37 and spoke quietly.>

"Spectral Scarab is on-site, awaiting furhter prompt to action."

Fire bird looked on the facility he had no binoculars but he could make out brown shapes on the black grass....Guards and about 5 of theme in the court yard two in towers and three on the ground he pressed his radio button and started talking]
"Steel confirm five bogeys in the yard" He turned the frequancy and tried reaching Spectral Scarab
"Scarab Confirm landing"
Fire bird moved into a tree the branch hising him from the moonlight hiding him in complete darkness his camoflauge making use of it's design to hide is to have an advantage over the enemy to have an advantage is to have a better chance to win the game. wind rustled the branches And Fire moved the Branchs in acordance as to not rouse suspission from the guards just then he saw a spotlight it was moving in his direction fast he turned the frequancy to Steels
"Spotlight on my ten ovlovk moving to eleven watch yoiur movment"
Fire Jumped from the branch casuing it to shake but the darkness hid the movment well he got behind the tree and let the light pass hi by no alarms were rasied and no loud noises he had be able to avoid detection well enough but it was going to be the greatest challenge Fire had ever faced and he was revelling in it.

"Scarab, confirm landing..."

<Fire's voice spilled out from the codec, slightly distorted but fairly audible. Taking a few short steps backward, Lucas pressed himself up against a tree and altered the codec's frequency to 950.42 and whispered almost to himself.>

"Scarab responding, touchdown successful. Cannot see you or Steel. Enemy presence as yet unconfirmed."

<Shifting slightly, Lucas peered around the edge of the tree, then hopped back again. He'd just avoided the sight of a solitary patrolling guard, who seemed to be going for a toilet break in the undergrowth. Lucas made another of his patented mental notes to steer clear of that particular area of bush at all costs, the switched to the codec again.>

"Correction: one guard, maybe ten metres away at most. Outside of regular patrol lines. Preparing countermeasures."

( Alright , I've been having some computer troubles but I am back , lucky lucky , just in time for my post. O__O )

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Ah , yes , Steel was ready to play , he calmly set the frequency to Scarab , grinning a bit to himself as he spoke over codec to him. " Take him out , you get seen , I'll come over there and kill you for them. " He switched codec quickly to Fire , speaking calmly , a bit of garblement was in his tone. " Keep quite , avoid detection , be sure to take any of them out , silently. "

He had come to The surroundment of the courtyard , though not near the five he still had work , And , oh yes , it was his turn , his hand lowered from the place behind his ear , a guard was passing by. He glanced about , the spotlight was a good bit away , the other guards were dumb enough not to be in sight. He came from the murky , dense cover that he had nearing the guard , using his supressor as a weapon now , he put it between his thumb and forefinger , he lunged forward , his right arm coming around the guard's throat , his left hand pressuring the supressor into his mouth till he hit the back , the guard's choking grunts nothing but soft whimpers as he slowly began twisting at his neck , slowly the sound of the tendons tensing came and then finally the vertebrate shattered , the man let out a soft sigh of death and he lowered the suppressor tugging the man into the cover , he knew that it would only take time for them to notice that the guard was gone , so he acted quickly. He tugged out the man's gun , an H&K USP 45 , the signature weapon of most of them , a sort of black non reflective pain on it , he checked the muzzle seeing it was supressor modified , as most were for more easier killings of stealth units without allerting the others , yet now it was helping a stealth unit. He quickly began twisting the nullifier onto the muzzle finally hearing a soft clink and checking the man for clips and such , one , wow this guy was packing. [-__-] He slowly picked the clip up sliding it into the small band of leather on his hip. He checked the man a bit more finding a Spetnaz tactical machete this dude WAS packing , he looked at the axe like bit on the tip and the long blade on the side along with the reverse serrated edge , damn they were good at helping him do his job. He slowly rang out in codec to scarab." You better get to work. " He said the same to Fire in the next moment over codec. Calmly , he watched , seeing as the men looked around for a guy named john , checking the man's wallet he was right in his assumption. One of the other guards slowly said.

" Probly went to take a shit. "

Ah , thank you once again mr.guard saved Steel's ass so many times. He slowly eased the spetnaz machete down into a broader ring of leather his black hair hanging loosely over the crimson glass of his goggles , his eyes calm , steady , waiting. He turned the frequency to the colonel's on his codec and spoke..

" Colonel , confirmed nine tango possibilities , two on land , carrying USP model forty fives and a combat knife of some sort , along with one dead unit , there are report five units in the courtyard and two in the guard tower , spot light is on scan."

The colonel gave a confirmation and he released the codec transmitter slowly creeping down and heading under the brush , crouching calmly , he had to take out another , but that still risked detection.
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Heh , I think it's fine for everyone to either find some type of weapon if they want , or simply kill someone. XD

"Take him out, you get seen, I'll come over there and kill you for them..."

You can try, wiseguy.

<Tapping the codec earpiece once as a response, Lucas hazarded another glance around the tree. The guard, thankfully, was going about his business without paying too much attention to anything else. Looking around, Lucas noticed a large rock on the ground, just beside the goon. Perfect. Stepping around to the other side of the tree, Lucas quietly made his way around the trunk...>

Snick...

<...And sharply stopped dead, eyes widened and flying around. How could he not have seen another guy behind him? Did he have the time to spin around and take the guy out? What was this trooper packing? All of this flew quickly through Lucas' mind in the time it took him to look all around him and discern that the sound was in fact caused by an underlying root which his boot had caught on. Grimacing, he carefully unhooked his toe from the foliage and moved on, stopping a few short paces later at the sound of a zip. Evidently, the guard had finished his number one, and had replaced his piece, all ready to go back to that which he gets paid for. Lucas crouched and took one long measured sidestep out of cover, appearing just where he'd wanted; on the side of the tree facing the guard, and wit said guard turned in the wrong direction for just a moment. Just the moment that Lucas needed. Looking down, he saw a small pebble near his shoe, which he picked up and, taking a second to aim, threw just to the left of the guard, where it impacted some distance away with a fairly distinct thud. The guard hefted his weapon in that direction, voice betraying his surprise.>

"Who's there? Show yourself! Hands down and weapons up - uh, I mean - ahh screw it, you know the drill! Gerroutathere!"

<Using the guard's warnings as some audio cover, Lucas tread up behind him and silently returned to a standing position, raising his hands. Just as the guard lowered his gun again, Lucas made his move; wrapping one hand tightly across the guard's mouth to muffle the yells, he grabbed the side of the guy's head with his other hand and swept the guy's legs out from under him with one of his own, pushing him down headfirst...right into that large rock. The resulting crack made Lucas quickly look up, in case someone heard it. But no lights flickered on, and no sirens blared. He was still in the clear. Looking down again, Lucas took stock of the guard's condition. A red smear had appeared on the rock. The guard wasn't breathing. Lucas didn't bother checking for a pulse; either the guy was dead, or he would be out cold for long enough that it wouldn't matter. Lucas quickly flicked through what the guy was carrying...a knife, which Lucas pocketed; his main gun, a USP 45, no doubt a sturdy weapon but not quite Lucas' area of experise, so that was left; two clips for that weapon, which Lucas took for the others; a dogtag, imprinted with the name 'Johnny Sasaki', which meant nothing to him; and...a rather nice SOCOM pistol in a thigh-holster. Fully loaded, and with two spare clips. Very handy. Strapping the procured weapon to his own right thigh, Lucas flicked through what little he knew of the gun; laser sight, .45 ammo, eight-round clip, suppressor compatible. Tidy, quick, and far more effective in Lucas' hands. Taking one last look, Lucas felt his heart lurch...>

Oh, you little bastard...

<A radio. The guard had a walkie-talkie. It had been turned off; understandably, Johnny here wasn't too thrilled at the idea of letting his superiors listen to him tinkle. But they'd be expecting a report from him, and if that report was not forthcoming...Lucas figured it'd be better if he wasn't around to find out what would happen in that case. Crouching, Lucas quickly scampered into the nearby undergrowth, keeping his ears open and his eyes fixed on the distant tower. Once settled semi-comfortably into cover, he dialed up Steel and Fire, giving them the lowdown.>

"That's another taken care of, but watch your six; he was expected to report, and I'm not sure when."

Fire sat calmly as he counted the spot light intervals then he snuk up to the fence a gurad had his back to it and a gate was near by the guard walked out of the gate closing it behind him
ohh you dumb bald headed bastard The guard was on a smoke break Fire snuck up behind him and snapped his neck with out a sound the unlit cigarette lay on the ground Fire picked it up and lit it putting it in a knot hole by the tree he searched the guard and found a combat knife but no gun
That's sad that your goverment can't pay for you to have a gun.
Fire snuck up to the gate entrance the chainlink and barb wire glowing in the spotlight as it passed Fire ducked behind a bush as the light passed over him and kept going he used the combat knife to raise the gate lock from inside the fence and then closed it and locked it shut so not to rouse suspission he took cover under some oil drums as another guard walked over to the gate
"Jaraed you done with your break Jaraed answer me Man"
Fire waited for the spot light to pass and then grabed the guy from behind covering him mouth he jacked the knife in the back of the head where the skull meets the spine svering all brain functions Fire draged him behind the oil Barrels and checked his body he also did not have a weapon.
Fire looked at the corpse and said softly
"What is it with you guys and not having guns?"
He dialed steel again and transmitted
"Fire is in the court yard awaiting further instructions."
He awaited a retunr message as he wiped the knife off on the guys jacket