(Done)

Imran looked to the group, nodding.
"Well, that's all well and good. You're in. Get yourselves set up- I need to sort out some matters." He said, as he left the medical bay, leaving the two new recruits to their business, knowing he had plenty of his. Now Bjorn had found out what being in Svetlana's cleavage was like, Imran knew it would be a pain to deal with, but they needed a replacement. A reserve, that Imran didn't like. Sometimes, you had to employ the wolves to deal with your problems, and Dom was the only man that Imran knew of that would do it, though two others were on his list. He had come into Scimitar a year ago, trained, then stayed as a reserve, a vanguard. He was paid well, and the one leverage that Imran knew would stop the Capo from going all out renegade was the fact that Imran was good at sensing what people's ulterior motives were. And Dom was sure, in it for the money. A career, lifeline criminal. But he had a streak that was good beneath that, some opportunity that kept him here, the idea that he could walk away with more than he came with. Imran had learned it over the course of his career. He kept on walking, back to his office, as he thought about it. Wolves such as Dom were dangerous, they would kill and murder anything they could. But they could be brought about to bear on the right target, given the right circumstance. They were needed to kill the Bears, to perhaps bring about a better peace. He could be an extortionist, a crime family member if he wished, because in the grander scheme of things, that was nothing compared to Artemis and other groups like them. They wanted different things in the world, a change that would render society's ability to effectively carry on useless. It was a lesser evil. An affordable loss, but otherwise, Imran would make sure that the tables would flip when suddenly the world looked like it was rainbows and butterflies and shit like his organization that he was in didn't have to be around to fix things.

Picking up the phone, he dialed one Heavy's number. The phone was responded to, with the noise of heavy gunfire, and what sounded like rockets in the background, as well as helicopters.
"Hello? It's Scimitar. Can you talk right now?" He said, as the burly Chinese man on the other end, Imran completely unaware of his situation, responded with only one thought.
"NO! Oh shit!" He yelled, as suddenly the phone line went dead. The man had been in some warehouse of some sort, in his exoskeleton, before he had been quite literally, hit by a TOW missile and turned into a million pieces. Imran didn't know that so far, but didn't bother to call back again. The next one didn't even respond. Imran wanted to swear, as he called Dom, the third number on his list. He liked the idea of the man- the Chinese Heavy, Jin, was a Triad member, and the second, a former Georgian strongman. It wasn't good so far, but the third man's phone number went through at last.
"It's Raven from Scimitar. Is Domineco around?" He simply said, letting the phone continue, aware an Italian was on the line. He let him respond, aware that this wasn't Dom, but his butler in audiometrics, something he saw on his encrypted landline.
"I am his Butler, I understand. What should I pass on to him?"
"We need him back. The money is 10 percent more than last time, and since we are a man down, I would like to see him here. Pass this number to him. I am sure he ought to consider what we need. Audiometrics will get him through to me- you leave the rest with him. Thank you." Imran said, disconnecting, as he sat back, looking over some paperwork, as the minutes passed. And within time, it came back. The phone rang, as Imran took it, chuckling when he heard the Heavy Italian's voice on the phone.
"Twelve Hours, Domineco. Bring your suit, our mechanics will bring anything wrong with it back to function. A plane will get you from Fiumicino Airport outside Rome in two. You know exactly what is expected, my friend." He said rather almost coldly in response to the Squad Leader comment, perhaps his mind just wired to displace such a little remark.
"We are a man down, safe to say, Bjorn hung himself earlier today. Poor bastard. So you understand my predicament. Pay is 10 percent more than last time you were a trainee with us. And I assure you, you'll have some action this time. More than enough." Imran added, aware that he'd pique his interest, and that would get him onside, at least giving him the chance to come back onside. He put his foot back on the table, still wearing his fatigues, as he looked to the Chipappa Rhino on the desk, his office a small billet within the compound, but being well equipped for a CO of his type.

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Meanwhile, Svetlana had began heading out of the underground complex, for the hangar. Her suit had been a little shocked, but it was just a few capacitors, the electrical current doing physically nothing to the suit itself. She headed over to the hangar, dressed in a black fur coat, something a little more recreational. She had changed into a different set of clothes- a more conservative checked shirt, and a pair of jeans, though they were a little tight. Walking across the taxiway, she walked in on Spectre, giving a wolf whistle, a smirk on her face as she looked at him. He was interesting, people who managed to actually fight back were always good people to know, or bitter enemies. And Spectre seemed like he had done well, as he put his helmet on, looking over.
"Spectre, good to see you." She said, as she exhaled, her breath cold, as she walked through the hangar, towards the side where they had been. She stood still at her 7"5 tall, aware she did occupy a bit of room. But Spectre did have something else, now she truly looked at him.
"I am Svetlana Sakharaova, callsign Black Eagle. Resident Heavy. I must admire your skill on the range, not many contestants are able to do what you did, without either getting killed or seriously injured. But you have something else, my friend." She said, chuckling, as she looked over, aware he seemed like something else in terms of what his body could throw out. Cybernetics helped, or whatever modifications his body had undergone, to suddenly gain this power. Svetlana knew that it was years of physical conditioning, her size, and training that had given her an especially high pain threshold. And Spectre had given up in what she would have probably passed out about three quarters of the way through. And he was smaller in her view, much so. Yet she knew exactly what he had behind, and with or without that suit of his, the armor, he'd be ridiculously powerful.
"It is good. I'm the second in command of Scimitar. So you tell me what you need, and I can try what I can to complete it, to some extent." She said, looking over, as she looked out to the shivering cold, as she looked over to Iceman, nodding and holding in the laughter. She looked over at the parts. Hmm...she thought to herself. Mostly Black Ops, prototype gear, it was a weird compound but it seemed potent.