Victor hummed sitting just outside the Giant's Arsenal. He had a disassembled Denel Y3 AGL in front of him as he's trying to tool it down the already stubby AGL so he can use it in confined spaces. using short distance fragmentation shells he could turn it into something of a massive shotgun. He looked through the barrel, and saw a bunch of the most recent grads of the initiation program headed this way. Some of them sported bruises on their faces, others were bundled up with bandages. They looked like they had been through hell. He started to put the Denel together carefully as the very trimmed down class approached. He slotted the barrel back into place, and began to rebuild the Denel. He watched as the class stopped. There were 50 of them when he got them. When he ran them through their paces. Pushed them to their limit then forced them to go further. As the 8 new recruits, broken, beaten, then rebuilt and recovered line up he sets the half built AGL across his lap. Finally one of them speaks, if she wasn't covered in bruises she might actually be pretty. In that fine boned, muscled way military women are. He's sliding the gas system back inside wen she speaks, "Sir...we..." He cuts her off, "Hang on there. What does three up, three down mean to you?" They stopped and realized that all this time they had been dealing with a NCO. Victor groans, "I never accepted a commission kids. Never wanted it, not that it wasn't ever in the cards. just never took it." He sets the Denel aside and stands, towering over the small group of newly accepted Blue Sword Recon operatives, "You all made it in, that's good, that's good." The small group nods and salutes him, "You may not be an Commissioned officer, Sergeant Major, but it's thanks to you we passed. Without your lessons some of us wouldn't have pulled through."

Victor looked at them all then started to laugh. A big booming laugh, "I didn't do shit. I took you through the PT of your life that's all. Everything you needed you already had." He grins and snaps a salute off, "Most of you outrank me officially. But in the pecking order of this outfit I'm still top kick. Now get your asses out of here. I got work to do and by the looks of you, you guys all need some time to recover." When they try to salute again he waves them off, "Get the hell out of here." As they turn he calls to them, "Good job...all of you."

He went back to working on his Denel, popping a piece of rat root into his mouth to chew on while the work continued. The new operatives thumping off to get some rest. As they went off, a runner came from command. Victor looked up then got back up, setting the Denel down. grabbing the ipad he looked at the order on it, "Well...looks like we're getting the band back together." He nods, and hands the ipad back, "Report to command that Operative Brute will be prepared for jump off." He grabbed the last bits of the Denel and headed inside. looking over to his suit, "Ohhhhh boi! This ought to be a good way to catch the bugs."

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Elsewhere on base Eric is receiving help in pulling on the new sleek, armored and grey black operations suit. This had been created especially for him with the idea that it's armored enough that he can stand a straight up fight for a short time, but not a bulky thing so he can go stealth if he has too. And move far quicker then the two behemoths he's likely to operate beside. It's a latex and leather derivative cloth, making it form fitting and with a liner that will wick away sweat so it won't end up uncomfortable.

With a grunt he gets into the suit and starts to clasp and zip it up. As he's doing that half naked for the most part a private comes in looking around in confusion. So far only Victor, Natalie and the commanders have been into Eric's arsenal and armory. He looks up and over at the young woman with a surprised look on his face. Walking over he pulls the young man in, "Alright lass, I suppose you're here for me, what's the situation then?" The young private, likely almost as new as the recon group that just went through training with Victor and Natalie salutes. And well let's face it the young woman can't help but get an eyeful of Eric's bare chest. She gulps, "Uh sir..." He shakes his head, "Eric will do, out with it." The young woman nodded, "Sorry sir...orders...from top brass." She held out an IPad to Eric.

Eric took it and nodded, reading the message, "Hmmm I see. I'll be ready. When Natalie and Victor are ready to ship so will I. Notify the administration that I stand ready. Now my eyes are up here girl. Look up here..." The woman erps and snaps her eyes up and away from the scarred chest of the older operator, "Sorry sir..."

Eric gave a snort, "Meet me in the mess later. You look like you need someone to talk to. Now get. I have to finish up here." As she's walking away, and Eric is pulling the top of the outfit on he can swear he hears, "No abs...don't go away..." But before he can turn to ask what that was all about he can hear her running like the wind.

He can only shake his head, and gets back to his outfitting.

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The view through the scope is myopic. slightly fish-eyed as well at this distance. Nolan lay behind the Tac-50 rifle, his eye pressed lightly to the scope. The target, a steel and paper target about a foot and a half wide by a foot and a half tall is set out there at about 950 meters. He's shot further, and hit, but this is still something in the windy conditions on this Middle Eastern firing range. He gave a growl as he heard the words of, "There's no way in hell..." Carl Cardinal is right behind Nolan looking through a spotters scope. Nolan hummed clicking the ranging dial on his scope a few more times, "You might...think that, but then...you're infantry...and I'm a recon sniper."

Carl chuckled, "Case of Bud says you're going to miss low and to the right." Nolan grinned and licked his lower lip, "You're on Canuck." He steadied his rifle, the bipod rest set level. He looked through the scope sight, waiting, observing the play of wind and sand. From where he's laying he can tell there is atleast 2 wind changes on the way to the target. So he had to aim this show in a special way for it to catch one wind, then the other in another way to push the shot off course then back on course. It's just a matter of getting the right hold. Carl pulled back and away to look over at Andrew and Ross behind the firing line, "There's a case up for grabs here boys. Want in on this? Two cases? One case each per teammate? What's it sound like to you..."

Nolan chuckled, "Gonna let me take the shot anytime soon?" He felt he had the hold now, and just waiting until everyone shut up. He chuckled ever so softly.