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[URL=http://www.yourepeat.com/watch?v=Hl5xbFXrFU4]Anxious...[/URL] It was the word that seemed perfect right now...first mission since being recruited by the scarcely rumored Eagle Claw. Whisked to an unknown part of the north into the frozen tundra and put into the most grueling training possible. He watched as more than a few recruits either died from the cold, exhaustion...or the poundings from the commanders. Any that could not handle the training was shot or used as an example to what would happen if the rest of us couldn't handle the training...But the reward...oh lord in heaven the rewards. Bountiful dinners in the cafeteria with foods he had never seen before, the finest sodas and alcohol available...truly those who earned their place in the Eagle Point camp got what they deserved.

Six months, two days, fourteen hours and twenty five minutes after arriving at Eagle Point camp the training had ended, we few that were remaining graduated and were placed into the Eagle Claw squad together. There were fifty of us when we started...and eleven when we finished. They had less than a few hours to rest after their training as they were given their first official mission. A way to test if they had become what Squad Sigma hoped to be.

They were placed in the care of the best pilot that the Enclave could find and train with nearly the same training as the Eagle Claw Company's own training. Codenamed "Wraith", Aria Hunter was hand picked by the commander of Eagle Point, the President Himself. From that description, she must be able to fly a Vertibird inverted without any rotors.

He had his mask and baklava off, sitting on his lap in the vertibird. He looked between the his squadmates, astounded at how varied they were. One, dressed in the new prototype N.A.P.A. suit. Made you stronger, faster, and stealthier. Able to cloak for long periods of time, it made him a formidable ally...especially with the Gauss Rifle he had in his lap. He shined it to a perfect sheen over and over again. Codenamed "Ginger" for his light orange hair. Shadowing him however was the giant of a man codenamed: Golem...for good reason.

He had no other way to describe him, he was like a Super Mutant but without the attitude. He sat there in silence, tinkering with his Proton Axe, his big ass shield on his back like it was as light as a feather. He wasn't sure which was bigger, him or the massive colossus armor he wore.

In the next seat, sitting next to him was one of the only two women on the squad other than the pilot. Most would be intimidated by the mass of meat that surrounded her, but with that laser rifle of hers, she hadn't anything to worry about. Codenamed: Archangel, she looked meek at first glance, but something about her stance said that she knew what she was doing. Her foot tapped a bit in anticipation, most likely from a caffeine addition. He had to admit though, she had cuteness written all over her as well. Unlike the literal BEAR next to her that sat, silent.

His eyes were like that of the president, that of a killer. He's read up on the President's dossier, he was one of the best soldiers of the war and went toe to toe with the Vault Dweller of D.C. and lived to tell the tale. Before they were horribly slaughtered at the hands of the training, a few rumors went around the other recruits of Eagle Point about "The Bear". One said that he once fought off two Super Mutant Overlords with his bare hands and came out without a scratch...other said that he was the one that put the bullet in Aaron Kimball's head and fought off the entirety of his personal NCR Veteran Rangers to retrieve his ear as a trophy. Either way, the man put a darkness in his heart that made him want to put a bullet in his brain.

Next one in line was Codename: Winter, spry young man that was brought in from the sticks. A great hunter. Said to have been one of those tribals from America that migrated up north as the 80s and the other powerful raider clans made short work of the independent towns...completely addicted to chocolate. One of the deaths of the recruits was due to him taking Winter's Hershey's bar. Man went without a cheek and both eyes for about five minutes before Winter chased him down and made him choke on dirt and snow.

The next size up from Archangel was Codename: Phoenix. Medic that he had personally seen recruited as the Enclave started to move north. Man was not as intimidating as The Bear or daunting as The Golem, but he was just as much as a threat as any of them. He was in Eagle Claw Company after all.

Last one in the lot was codenamed: Whisper. She had the same eyes as Bear...shifty, anxious, her foot tapped in anticipation for the coming targets. Her hands couldn't find rest, they moved constantly and she was constantly murmuring to nobody but herself. She was hands down the crazy one of the group.[/center]

"Attention passengers, attention. We will be setting down in the hell of hells any second now. Prepare your assholes for their beating by the super mutant horde in the city of Seattle. Remember, your target is the Vault in the middle of the city. FEV vats are there and your job is to neutralize it." The woman from the cockpit of the Vertibird spoke and reminded them of their mission. They were heading to Seattle as it had become the home of little under two hundred super mutants. There used to be a second vault in the area, but it too was taken by the super mutants, it's three hundred inhabitants being added to the master's army. Though it has dwindled in the time since the Master fell, they are still a formidable enemy. Reenforced with nightkin, floaters, wanamingos, and a Behemoth somewhere in the mess, this was truly a test of their skill.

He gave himself one good sigh before slipping on his Balaclava and slotted his high tech mask in front of his face. He felt the rebreather kick in and the night vision protocols activate, awaiting his command. The rest of the squad's actions reflected his own, final preparations. No words of victory or glory for America was shared. No brotherly or sisterly love hugs or exchanges of "good luck" or "break a leg". Just the humming of the Vertibird and the clicking of clips into guns and revving of energy weapons.

As they neared their landing zone, several tinks started to sound off of the metal. They were being shot at. Guess stealth was out the window, now the entire city will know they are there in just a few minutes. They had to move fast to neutralize them before they had a chance to report to their comrades. Thankfully they weren't that smart and would rather kill instead of report. "Setting down behind a few rocks, good luck, Eagle Squad! Kill a few muties for me!"

The doors of the Vertibird opened and they were introduced into a wasteland that was almost foreign to them, gray, bleak, depressing, United States of America. One by one they filed out and split up as the Vertibird took off to find a safer location to wait for the team to finish. The area was rocky outside of Seattle, the space needle still standing in the distance. It was a miracle that it was standing at all. As the team moved forward to engage the forty or so mutants that peppered the area. Andrew did what he did best and moved onto a large rock to have a good firing position. He lay down on his stomach and popped the tripod on his rifle. Accounting for wind, he recited his mantra to himself. It echoed in the comms of the squad.

[i]"Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor, My Bullet Punishes All Without Distinction"[/i]

Bullets whizzed by their heads just before they could reach their positions, Mutant heads started to explode into a fantastic mess as the mutant bastards screamed and blindly pressed forward.