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[h2]TONE[/h2]
16/02/35 1305h
The Stadium, Elis, Greece
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The German commando sat casually at the metal table that occupied the centre of her storage unit, situated a few floors underground the topside Armoury. Scattered across the breadth of said table lay the various components of a H&K G3 battle rifle, in various states of disassembly, and a pair of combat boots propped up on a corner, being worn by said commando, clad in her Flecktarn fatigues (though only the bottom half, with the blouse sitting draped over the opposite chair) and a white undershirt.

Cradled in Winter's hands were the bolt and carrier assemblies, which, to her trained eye, were now clear of any dust or grime that would otherwise cause potential malfunctions. Satisfied, she reattached the bolt to the carrier and set it down, tossing the splotchy rag she'd been using to the other side of the table. With another cursory glance at all the components of the rifle, she decided it was up to spec and began reassembling the weapon, her hands dancing over the table and the chassis of the gun in a fluid and precise manner that could only become second-nature through repetition - and a [i]lot[/i] of it.

She was just inserting the guide-rod and stock mount assembly into the back of the receiver when she heard her phone buzz a priority alert tone from inside her pocket.

"[i]Scheiße.[/i]" was her only whispered response upon reading the words 'emergency briefing'. 

She pinned the aforementioned assembly back into place before racking the charging handle and dry-firing once to ensure functionality.

Winter replaced her blouse and beret, wiped the grease from her hands with a clean rag, and kept the now-assembled rifle on the table. She had a feeling she might need to use it sooner than later. For now, she was off to the barracks.