The briefing was quick, dirty even. Little information, little direction. He felt like he was with those damned JTF2 cowboys that one time in Afghanistan. Bringing a metal and glass canister onto base they found during a raid, and just randomly tossing it around, letting it drop, roll and hit things. God he still hated those guys. Not all JTF2 mind you, just that group. He knew some CSOR and CJIRU who could be cowboys too really. He hrmed, sometimes it's just that kind of approach that you need to get a job done though. He looked around just wanting to make sure there wasn't someone in the room that was likely to pick up a canister of VX or a gas bomb of some sort. He couldn't really tell by sight but sometimes you get lucky.

As the meeting broke up, he exited the room grabbed his kit crate and duffel bag. He dropped his bag quickly off in a room that had his name written on it for now. Then carted his crate down with him to the armory. Laying it on an open bench, opening it up and bringing out the AR-10T, the C7A3 and the MP7A1 within. He hangs the AR and the MP though. And grabs the Canadian Forces bread and butter. The Colt Canada C7A3. Under barrel grip, C79 sight atop it, laser sight, weapon light, all those nice bells and whistles. He popped the reciever open to look inside, checking that the barrel is clear, he'd made sure to clean it and maintain it before coming out here. It's golden and would stand to the test. The weapon is set aside and several magazines appropriated. The next thing, stuffed into a side pocket inside the crate comes out matte brown Browning Hi Power. He'd read somewhere that the Hi Power was the crowning jewel of the M1911 line. That it did away with alot of the defects of the old M1911 and kept almost all of it's strengths. Tyler readily agreed as he checked the pistol. Setting it aside with clips and mags for it. Lastly his most important bits of kit. Milly a chemical detector, LED display that could detect everything from Blistering agents to Toxic Industrial Chemicals (TICs). The other thing being Delia, his geiger counter. He never went out on missions now without them, just in case. Partially because of his specialty, but partially because he didn't feel safe without them.

Tyler finished gearing up, putting on the rest of his clothing. His treated fatigues, gloves, made sure his boots are clamped closed, his gas mask hanging in front of him. Rifle, pistol and detectors in place. Kit and other items all placed in easy reach. He looked around, ready to go. Raring to go. Wanting to see how things would all mesh in this group. Usually a group like this would spend time in training. Getting to know each other, their strengths and weaknesses. A CSOR squad would spend a few weeks drumming in a new fish before shipping out with them. But this could work too. Throwing the baby in the pool and hoping it learns how to swim kinda deal. It just might work really. Right before he stood up and was about to walk off to the side so he could wait for the others to get ready he quickly grabbed some tape. And wrote his callsign on it. Two lengths. One he put on the front of his helmet. The other, he tapped just below the top of his backpack. "Blacktail" it read. And under it in smaller characters, both in his native Maskwacis Cree and in Cree Syllabics "ᑲᐢᑭᑌᐊᐧᔨᐁᐧᐤ kaskitewayiwew". Just to make sure everyone knew. As he walked over to wait by the wall. He stopped a moment, knelt touched the floor then drew a circle. Respect the circle. Never know when you might need help.