Merlin looked across at Olivia, watching her clip the targets, with a reliable operator's accurate accuracy, the ACR's rounds plinking against the targets down range, as he chuckled, a positive look on his face. A good Merlin was a happy Merlin, watching the SAS operator that he had saved two nights prior get down to her work.
"Nicely done. I'll activate the rest of the targets on the range, I need to get some food, so I'll leave you to it. You're still good for action, Olivia, so I wouldn't panic." He said to her, walking out of the booth as he put his SCAR back on the table, flipping the mag out, de-chambering a round before then leaving it by the other rifles on a rack, knowing it was at the very least, provisionally put away for now. He adjusted his sunglasses over his eyes, flicking his gloves off his hand, stowing them in a pocket in his trousers, as he wiped the sweat from his brow. It was a hot day, and the air felt thin, the summer in full play.

Merlin seemed to hold his presence as good as it was, as he headed outside, or at least out of the covered area. Corporal Owain Hereford was a good man at this sort of thing, the SFSG soldier in his mid-thirties one of the gunsmiths and armorers here, come best barbecue handlers on this home that Echo inhibited. Owain must have stood at around 6"2, and instantly, the most recognizable thing about Owain was his prosthetic leg, almost leaving half his right leg covered in composites and metal, with his left leg cut off from around the mid-shin or so, his left forearm also completely gone, and replaced by a simple prosthetic, nothing complicated. The story was a good one, Merlin reminded himself, it was a story that made his own missing toes look more like a fucking fairytale, that much could be said.

"Please tell me the burgers are done...I could kill a wolf for food round 'ere." Merlin said, as Owain nodded, chuckling. He flipped one off, onto a plate by the side, as he replied.
"First one's yours. I'm not going to fuck with a hungry Merlin."
"When all you can live on is MRE's, I think I could live with myself if I had to kill someone for this...and whatever paperwork's attached!" The bearded Captain chuckled heartily, as he took the burger and slid it into a bun, before biting in deep, then placing it back on the plate as he knew that there would be a few more that Owain was already grilling.
"Lads, the food's ready!" Merlin's voice reached everywhere when he shouted, his regimented boom reaching inside and out, as he took a seat on a white plastic chair across from the BBQ. Looking up, the light noise of the C130 could be heard, and he only grinned, knowing their own display team were coming. Merlin himself looked still imposing, and he wolfed his food down, knowing it was good to have something like this. The team were chilled themselves, from what he could tell. Richard was cleaning his gun, Tyler was making more of his crazy bang rounds, or his Wildcats with whatever amount of powder he was throwing in now, and Jarek was chilling out. It was R&R for a reason, because it wasn't Merlin commanding the team in what was a sandy, explosive shithole as per usual, and a chance to switch off, before switching on once more for more work.

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The door rushed open, Nikolaj watching Dominique casually put her sunglasses over her eyes, confident in her step. Nikolaj could only guess he was too, well, as best as he could feel throwing himself out of an aircraft at 15,000 feet, as he peered to the needle on his wrist once more, Adjusting his gloves, he breathed out, the full face helmet over his head, as he popped the visor down, following behind the American Parajumper, looking at Aleksandra.
"Got it. I'll follow on you." The Dane simply added, as he patted Aleksandra on the shoulder, watching Oakley go. She knew this shit, and no doubt, as the light turned green, they were running, out of the back of a perfectly well serviced military cargo plane, into the void. And Nikolaj himself couldn't help but grin at the sight of it, Dominique rolling, and Aleksandra backflipping into the sky. His feet charged on the metal ramp, the cold wind gripping, until....

It took hold, the feeling that felt inescapable, the moment of pure ecstasy...Nikolaj had frontflipped out, diving face first to the ground, flipping over wildly for just a moment. It was the strange feeling of watching the plane fly away, into the distance....and look like it was higher and further, though that of course was his relative sighted position to the aircarft. It was the fact that he was now in a place that was turbulent, violent...but free, and a place to enjoy himself, to move about, where he pleased. He stabilized out, looking for Aleksandra, Dima and Dominique, as he arched hard, before moving over towards them. Following close, he came alongside, grabbing a hold of Dominique's right hand, a look of glee clearly on his clean-shaven face, as he knew that Dominique had already flown her fun, probably able to sit-fly if she wished, or whatever crazy stuff she felt like doing, as Nikolaj held onto her, knowing the other two would soon come in...it seemed like he had made it down to her first, and the others would join on.