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[color=Silver]	The first of the few arrived in, already kitted out with what he had to offer. At a distance, he couldn't fully figure out which individual it was, but as he got closer the insignia of the SRR was made clear. Someone he could relate to, at the very least, it was a good thing that the man was the first to approach him, determined to make a good impression it seemed. Franklin had to give him credit, there was a spark in his Welshman's tone that showed determination. If only determination was enough to carry them through this agonising campaign. Either way, he was dressed for the occasion and was preparing to get his equipment handed to him. On the contrary, he was up for a chat, and the operators did have a small amount of time to gather their surroundings and converse before the final checks were in place. Franklin nodded towards the man's comments, notifying that his nostalgia for Hereford's base was quite the spectacular sight. The SAS, SRR and SBS were, though under strict rule, allowed to train within these before Rainbow was reactivated. Once they were, all outside third-party operators were no longer allowed anywhere near it.

	Because Franklin had made the trip earlier than everyone else, he was already mostly kitted out with equipment that he would wear. Strapped to his hips were his prize possession, the one that he held so close to his heart. Every time his eyes looked through the sonar piece, he would always whisper the names of those who helped construct it but failed to live long enough to see results. But only when he had placed a balaclava and armoured headgear atop his scalp would he wire it up to his head and eye. For times like these, when his face was on show, he would simply keep it closely intact with his body.

	His mind ceased its drift for a second as he realised he had to respond to this man. [i]Ghost[/i], as so his alias was. Though the time spent on field consisted of only using callsigns, knowing that his name was Rob was a necessity for off-duty interactions. And so, he opened his mouth and finally began to speak in a somewhat normal manner, flashing his own national accent back towards the Welshman.[/color]

[color=Red][b]"Ghost, ey? I guess [i]Six[/i] has already set her plans on your talents then. Name's Franklin, though since Bellagio I go by the alias of [i]Sonar[/i] now."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Without hesitation, he shot out his hand and gave him a semi-firm shake for the two to indulge. It was, obviously, the first general sign to British camaraderie. That and the possible banter to further come from here onward.[/color] [color=Red][b]"I know what you mean. Never gets old, though it never feels new. The lads here are just top of the league, for me at least. From what I've analysed, today's exercise is a bungalow home-invasion scenario, just from the setting that is. The only time when I've felt its repetition was in the recent weeks where they kept trying to recreate the Bellagio inci-..."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	Franklin's words trailed off from where they were, however not in fear or realisation for what he was talking about. A small error crossed his mind in the form of the Filipino operator who followed inwards. There wasn't much wrong with him as such as he was likely a talented fighter, but something about his appearance just seemed a bit...off. When he approached, it clicked into Franklin's mind where he saw the almost comical streaks of cam-cream stroked across his cheeks in double lines. At first, he just stood still, staring at him and chuckling in disbelief with his hands firmly tucked within his pockets, but he soon realised that the waste of resources being taken here was quite serious as a whole. They were fully kitted out, Rainbow, but even the smallest things like such could not be used so informally without any beneficial reasoning. He took a few bootsteps forward, raising his finger and standing in front of the operator before wiping his finger across his cheek and checking the stains that transferred onto his own hand.[/color]

[color=Red][b]"Cam-cream?"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]He raised an eyebrow and stared back at the man with a slightly amused smile drawn onto his face.[/color] [color=Red][b]"Not a good first impression. I can understand if you think looking like a bootlegged Rambo makes you tactically superior, but if you're going to bother using precious cam-cream, at least do something proper with it. None of this [i]Apocalypse Now[/i] shit."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	More and more operators were starting to turn up, so Franklin drew himself away from the Filipino to spare him from the embarrassment of being bollocked in front of them. But before he could move far, already the more eager Jess was beside him, gently asking about their weaponry for the day. A thin smile came to Franklin's expression before he shook his head and gave her some answers. He hoped not to disappoint her, but it was true, they were going to be using Rubber-pellet weapons that were modeled after the famous M16A3 commonly seen throughout the media. It was their only major way of getting advanced riot-control weaponry to at least simulate the testing. Operators hated being hit by those small rubber pieces as they stung like a bitch the next day, so a slight caution and mindset for survival was pressured onto them. Sure, it wasn't bullets, nor was it lethal, but it did its best to simulate what they could.[/color]

[color=Red][b]"Mike told us to use the M16A3s again. Until we get a fresh shipment of rubber-compatible weaponry with more variation, we're stuck with them. Last shipment ended up going to the bloody Scotland Yard."[/b][/color]

[sub][@CaptainSully][@Liotrent][@Lady Selune][/sub]