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Having arrived on the firing range, Mikhail opened the heavy case after putting it down on a table just like a boy would open a christmas gift as he inspected the weapons that were given to him. With a single glance from his experienced eye, he could already tell, without even touching the guns that his expectations were surpassed by far. Silenced and chambered in powerful, subsonic rounds, a classic weapon, modernized and revived, the ASM Val was truly something wonderful. Being similar to models that he had already used before, it felt familiar on his hands, easy to wield and it's state-of-the-art scope and integrated suppressor made it sure that it was as silent as it was deadly. The Sig Sauer MCX in the other hand, a model that he had taken a liking to after using one in a conjoint operation, was certainly a surprise. Modified to the point it was nearly unrecognizable from the original weapon, it was outfitted to his specific skills and liking. The hybrid sight made it perfect to close and mid distance combat while it's compact and light body gave it an incredible handling. Finally, the sidearm, a Lebedev PL-15 was a personal favorite of his. Simple, but deadly, it had no attachments other than a silencer.

The very moment he finally put his hands on one of the weapons though, ready to test them, the personal device that was given to him buzzed as an alarm went off. The message was short and it's meaning clear, it was time to get ready for action.

[color=6ecff6]"Blyat..."[/color] Mikhail cursed with an almost disappointed expression as he closed the case, putting the phone back in his pocket.

Grabbing the large case and putting over his shoulder, Mikhail ran back to the barracks in order to get ready. There was still an hour to the briefing and Mikhail could get ready for action in just a few minutes due to the years of practice, but Mikhail himself never liked to be late, nor he wanted to, seeing where he was at the moment. Being in the position he was meant one thing, he was one of the best among the best and nothing short of excellency was expected of him.