[i]'Sure tell this is joint ops. I'm the only fucking black guy on the team.'[/i] Sergeant First Class Morse thought to himself as he stood up. [i]'In an American team, a third of the group would have been black and there would have been Mexicans, Asians and in today's world, maybe even a token Hadji. I guess this is to be expected on a joint operation. Nevertheless, this is a rare opportunity and I wouldn't pass it up for a second.'[/i]

Tyus walked with the rest of team exiting the room with his duffel bag in tow. [i]'The old man was quite lean on information in that operations brief. No operations order, no terrain analysis, no enemy intel, no information on supporting assets, no scheme of maneuver, no operational information, no organization.[/i] Sergeant Morse assumed they would break down into three teams of three or four people with 2-man buddy teams in each sub-unit. [i]'I guess, we'll all just go[/i] John Wayne [i] on someone's ass.'[/i] Tyus smiled as he laughed internally. 

Once at the armory, he drew his equipment and began preparing his gear. He drew spare batteries for his night vision sights and radios. He had communications for both ground assets and air. His VHF radio was used for Close Air Support (CAS) if any Attack Aircraft were available. While in the Special Operations community, he had training and expeerience as both a Forward Air Controller (FAC) and Air Naval Gunfire Coordinator (ANGLICO). He had the Communications Equipment Operating Instructions (CEOI) which gave him the frequencies and call signs in the event Air or Naval Gunfire were ever an option. Tyus thought to myself, [i]'looks like I'm serving as the team's Communications NCO.'[/i]

He pulled out his equipment and began kitting up. Once His assault vest and Kevlar tactical helmet were on, he jumped up and down to insure there was nothing rattling. He had a roll of black electric tape to tie it down just in case. He holstered his P229 .40 caliber handgun in the tactical holster hung low on his right thigh with a magazine in the well, but no round in the chamber. Once they were in the Area of Operations (AO) then a signal would be given to lock and load. Aboard ship, no one including the Marine guards walk around with rounds chambered. Tyus strapped the MP5/.40 caliber Submachine gun on his left thigh should he need it. His butt pack was filled with ammunition, cleaning supplied and three days of rations broken down. Last, he took his SCAR 17 and slung it like a guitar over his right side and then slid it to the back so it was behind him, pointed at the deck. The rifle and Submachine gun both had magazines in the wells, but unchambered. He then slipped on his work gloves, finger tips cut off to make it easier to get things done. His sunglasses remained stuck in a pocket. He would bring those out when they were in sunlight. He did a few more jumps to check for noise discipline before returning to the briefing room.

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Romek was curious to meet the other fellow countryman on the team. On the way out the door, he extended his hand and in Polish he spoke, "Hello, I am Romek. Romek Czerepusko from Białystok. Very nice to meet you, Sierżant." Sergeant Czerepusko smiled at the man. "They call me Scooter. Yes, that is my nickname and call sign." Romek thought the name was silly, but kept it regardless. He didn't think it was that big of a deal.

The team members made it to the armory, where they gathered their equipment and prepared for the operation into Indonesia. As they gathered their equipment Romek asked his team mates aloud, "Hello All! I am Sergeant Romek Czerepusko, but you can all call me Scooter. I want to know. Are there any sniper qualified soldiers here? If so, would you like to serve as my spotter? I will be providing long ranged overwatch fire to cover your backs when needed."

Romek put on his assault vest and his forage cap. He did not have a ballistic helmet or body armor like some of the others wore. He put his 9mm handgun in its holster and strapped the Bor Sniper Rifle on his back along with the Ghillie Suit, and scope which was kept in its travel case. He slung the Mini-Beryl Carbine over his left shoulder so it slung under his right arm. He swiveled it under his arm so it hung off his back until he needed it.

In his Puma back pack he carried additional ammunition, claymore mines and various pyro technics the team might need during the operation. This included colored star clusters, parachute flares, flash bang grenades and fragmentation grenades

[@Grey Rain]