[h3]OPERATION - FALLEN ANGEL[/h3]

It had seemed only a few spare minutes had passed since the briefing, when it reality, the hours had flown by so quick while she prepared herself for her first op, physically and mentally.  [i]What you Want[/i] by Evanescence was blaring loud over the speakers of the small stereo system in the gun range, getting her adrenaline pumping while she wrapped her leather gloved hands around a fully customized HK416, tango down foregrip, Trijicon ACOG scope, Magpul SOPMOD stock, and an AN/PEQ box, the works.  The targets popped up on the range in quick succession, each of them she took down in several well placed headshots, some hitting center of mass, switching between semi-auto and three round burst seamlessly.  She needed to be sharp, her senses keen, her reactions swift.  Never did her sight leave the scope of her assault rifle, one by one tangos falling before her.  She had soon burned through her fifth magazine without notice, quickly dropping it and switching to her sidearm, the black and silver Kimber Warrior 1911 nestled in her drop leg holster, peppering her last target full of .45 ACP.

Loading a fresh mag into her pistol, she cocked the slide and set it back in her holster, switching it and her rifle on safety before leaving the range.  She was ready now, ready to get back out there, ready to prove herself once again as a soldier.  After what happened in Afghanistan, she needed this more than anything.  With only minutes to go before wheels up, she made sure to go over one last check of her weapons and gear.  Her plate carrier and tactical vest fit snug around her torso, giving her comfort in knowing she had ample protection, although, she had opted for a more non-traditional boonie hat instead of her MICH helmet, easier to aim with.  Next, she ran one final diagnostics check of her AR system, then, she contacted the rest.

"Team, Ev here.  We've got ten mikes till wheels up.  Rally up in the armory.  Let's lock and load, ladies!"

Of course she didn't forget that snide remark the [i]puta[/i] made in the hall earlier, but even so, a bitch like Max still deserved to get home safe, even if Evelyn was a pound of trigger pressure from losing her cool on the cartel queen.

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Once the rest of the team had arrived at the armory, Ev stood up from the metal bench, discarding the stubby cigarette she had lit a while ago.  

"Glad you're all here."  She spoke, as always her words laden with authority and inner strength.  "So...this is our first mission, girls, the moment we've trained for.  The cold, rigorous months we have spent, learning to fight, learning to survive and work as a team, they have led us to this very hour.  Might I say, it will be my greatest honor to fight alongside you women on the battlefield, and I will damn sure make it my promise to bring each and every single one of you home alive.  I know Director Valentine and Agent Starker said otherwise, but fuck that!  Never again will I leave any of my soldiers to die!  I'd go through Hell for all of you, even you Maxine.  And...I expect you to do the same, not just for me, but for all your sisters in arms.  I can't guarantee this first outing will be easy, but if we work together, watch each other's backs, we'll make it home safe and sound.  Let's gear up.  We've only got a few minutes."