[b]Leo[/b]

Life is not always exciting even in international special operations units. There are things one has to do within the walls; organizing the locker, gear maintenance and exchanging dirty clothing to clean, that kind of stuff. Today was Leo's day for all that.

And then there were classes and meetings. The weekly Strategy and Communications Training for new recruits had just ended. Leo had been assigned to be the assisting instructor for now. He walked down the clean well lit corridors towards the locker room and crew quarters for his unit. Passing through the main entrance hall he sent a flirty nod to the Information PFC at the New Recruits desk. She had arrived to Calais about the same time as he. "This Friday", he thought, "this Friday".

Leo came to the locker room. "Liutenant, Sir!" The private on guard duty greeted him. Without stopping he nods as a sign of approval. As Leo passes the seemingly nervous soldier he pats the private on the shoulder. "At ease private", Leo says with his solid voice, "don't stress here. You won't hit anything with that crossbow if you are that tense."

The man sized aluminium lockers are in sharp rows. Leo finds his way to number 044. He turns the key in the lock and opens the door. He hangs his white office jacket. Rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt he feels alot more like himself. On the inner side of the door he has taped the weekly schedule. Next thing before the evening routines would be crossbow shooting. For a moment he almost can feel the dear G36 he used before the Beasts came.

The flickering lights bring him back from the sweet memories with his rifle. He waits for a moment if anything more happens. The moment he turns his attention away from the ceiling lights everything goes dark. The noise from outside sounds like he should be somewhere else than training crossbow.

Leo takes his gear. It is an interesting one. The sturdy belt carries a bigger almost machete sized knife behind his back alongside with simple first aid kit. In the front, by the hips he has four throwing knifes on each sides. Attached to the belt he has a thigh pocket wrapped around his left thigh and a smaller knife wrapped around the right thigh. Then he lifts straps that cross on the back side across his shouders. This brings five small five minute magnesium torches on his right breast. Finally he takes the gloves with singular plated knuckles and a hidden blame under the wrists. They allow good hard hit while giving the fingers space to move freely. Not forgetting the surprise of a blade.

Grabbing the white leather jacket Leo has for field operations he locks the locker door and bashes out.