[center][h2][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqDVObM1kxc]You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive[/url][/h2][/center]

The stereo sang with the vigor of such a dated device. The CD spun and looped, until it reached Austin's favorite song. Twisting the volume knob, the music blasted and echoed inside the vehicle. He continued to drive, one hand on the wheel, the wheels on his [url=http://carphotos.cardomain.com/ride_images/2/3980/81/22447540003_large.jpg]1997 Ford Ranger[/url] turning and skipping along the pavement of the city. He took in the sights, a Pall Mall Red stuffed between his lips and glowing red at the end.

He banked a left, and came to bear outside the large department building, and swiftly took an empty spot at the curb. He finished out the cigarette, the ash dropping off into the black plastic ashtray on his dash. He snuffed the remainder in the tray and shut off the engine, retrieving the key and popping the door. His boots crunched against some remainder of snow, but his thick tan coat hid the cold from his torso. Unfortunately, his blue jeans didn't quite do the same. It wasn't horrible, in Appalachia he experienced the worst of the Northern and Southern climates, the freezing winters and blistering summers. He adjusted the worn olive green Tractor Supply Co. hat, the face marked with a tab below the TSC logo, reading "Greene Co. TN".

He briskly walked into the department building, being directed to a room. Slowly, others trickled in and they stood for the greeting. Yet, their commander answered the call not two minutes in. Briefed and directed to the armory, he began suiting up. Uniform first, the navy blue undersuit, and now the Raider armor. First came the plate carrier, with steel plates coated by ceramic and anti-spall rubber, followed by the kevlar pauldrons and collar. Finally the groin plate of ceramic, and the kevlar and ceramic MICH 2000 helmet w/ tinted ballistic goggles and black balaclava stayed off, the goggles and balaclava stuffed into the helmet which hung from Austin's webbing.

Onto the weapons. First, the 416. He removed the lens covers on the RCO, giving the rifle a once over before retrieving a 30-round PMAG of 5.56x45, stuffing it into the mag well but leaving the bolt open, not yet chambering a round. He followed it with a string of modular magazine pouches, four double stacked holding eight 30-round magazines in all. Next, the underbarrel M26, which he loaded a magazine into as well, not yet chambering for it either. He stored the two extra M26 magazines in a pocket of his webbing. He moved onto his M45, the massively improved M1911 variant, hooking his holster's retention lanyard to the grip of the pistol, then inserting a magazine of .45 ACP before racking the slide, chambering a round. He shoved the M45 into its holster, fixating the level III retention clip over it, and stringing the four .45 ACP magazines in pouches across his right thigh, just below his holster. Lastly, the KABAR, which went into its sheathe on his left hip, grip protruding and blade facing down for optimal drawing efficiency.

Only now did he fit the balaclava, now placing on his MICH 2000 helmet, fitting the goggles atop the helmet for now. He dusted off the scrawling on his helmet, it reading [url=http://quizsocial.com/quimg/warning-label/results/2.jpg]"WARNING: CONTENTS UNDER PRESSURE!"[/url]. He attached the 'THIS MACHINE KILLS MONSTERS' patch to his plate carrier, and topped everything off with the Copperhead patch. "Copperhead, reporting."