[b]Field Contract Advisor Samantha Norr
Acheron Recovery Services Bunker
Briefing Room
Silent Mountain, Montana[/b]

[quote=@PatientBean]"Two hundred thousand is generous. I can probably do what is needed with half that amount." [/quote] 

Sam gave a nod. Making a note of the promise for further review. A measurable best mark to see if Imogen was a boaster or a promiser. 

She was about to ask for further questions when she noticed the steadily decreasing population of the room. A glance at the time revealed Daniel's rapidly approaching deadline; not that the Field Research team would leave without her. But the Direct Action shooters would definitely not hesitate to kick out. 

"No more questions. Get your kit and prepare to depart." She hoped she didn't sound as frantic as she felt. The subtle thrumming of her heart all to apparent to her. Exiting and hoping to reach Amory #2 in time. 

[b]Field Commander Daniel Graves 
Acheron Recovery Services Bunker
Armory #2
Silent Mountain, Montana[/b]

The Field Research team had trickled in slowly over the course of Daniel's time hack. A wild array of uniforms and equipment pulled from their lockers and their armorer. Quirky choices that Daniel wouldn't really tolerate for his team but they fell under Sam's purview. She could deal with the logistical headache of their calibers and their effectiveness on her side. 

Daniel's teams, at least for the moment, wore plain olive drab or tan uniforms. His uniform the sole grey one among the Direct Action teams.  Plate carriers and helmets in the ever common OCP pattern; festooned with gear, equipment and ammunition. Balaclavas a standard feature typically but unneeded given the gas masks they were currently sizing to their faces. A precaution for the first wave at least until they could rule out chemical and biological threats. 

Their armaments were uniform for the most part. Barring a few specialists and a few of the veterans' he had cherry picked. Mk18's swung in most of the shooters' grips. The usual array of suppressors, laser/light systems and close quarter optics mounted to the user's preferences. Except for the snipers with their large bore custom rifles and the machine gun team lugging their disassembled monstrosity. 

Clattering boots preceded Sam's hurried arrival. Panic, visible to Daniel at least, barely suppressed as she hurriedly threw open her locker. As she threw on her gear; Daniel looked over the beast of an IT and the shotgun he was lugging. 

"Kind of lot of gun you got there." Daniel said as he sauntered up. His eleven inch barrel even with suppressor nowhere near it's size. "You know you lot are in the second wave right?" 

Curiosity as to why the IT guy was kitted out like an action movie hero a welcome distraction at least for the next five minutes.