[b] Field Commander Daniel Graves Acheron Recovery Services Bunker Armory #2 -> Airfield Silent Mountain, Montana[/b] [quote=@PrinceAlexus] “I marked a few Interesting points on the pad for later, where might be critical, or just what not make sense. There's a lot of .. and not so many firm answers on the plans. I'll only find out inside." [/quote] "Don't focus on the blueprints. Half the time they're out of date or the ones that they give us are the sanitized versions. Leave out the stuff like the laser traps, the underground death factories the employee restrooms..." A slightly pissed off look on his face as if recounting a previous mission. It faded quickly as he caught sight of Kedem saunter up. "...Just do you're best." Graves turned to Kedem; one of his more peculiar shooters that he hadn't yet had a heart to heart with. "Kedem, you're going to run with Juliet for this op. Avery is your team lead but impress me and you might get the job if it opens." The statement matter of fact. A beeping of an alarm had the commander consult his watch and a frown cross his face. A turn of his head to bellow to the room. "Vans are here for the airfield! Juliet, Kilo, Concealment teams; time to load up! Second wave stand by." Graves eyeing the procession shuffle out of the armory; the kitted up shooters of the DA teams contrasting greatly with the more casual and lightly equipped ensemble of the concealment teams. His eyes falling on the massive pack of Dr. Mansour. A wild card to say the least. Well he knew she was a killer at least. Not the particulars but the fact that she was a medical doctor on a Concealment team didn't leave a lot of use for that skill set outside the morbid. But Graves honestly couldn't care less about her history. His concern lied with results. It was why he didn't say anything about the survivor of Golem United he had on his team. Why he didn't question a man from another branch with more black ink then his own dossier. Why his teams had the most dynamic personally quotient of any other location. Results were what brought teams home. And that was all Daniel cared about. ***** The journey to the airfield had been rather mundane for the buildup. The vans looked like oversized postal trucks; one step below armored cars in their hidden protection. Their insides lined with seats and shelfs for DC teams and their accompanying equipment. A jolting drive down the switchback road to the airfield ended with the pair of vans pulling in front of a nondescript hangar. Within it, a trio of heavy duty CH-53 helicopters. However, these weren't the usual blacked out aircraft void of markings. Instead, they wore the livery of the United States Park Services. A paper thin disguise given the fact these were heavy duty lift aircraft; but one that tended to work for its purposes. Graves motioned at the birds without a word. The DA teams starting the processes of lugging their extra gear and equipment to the helos. [b]Field Contract Advisor Samantha Norr Acheron Recovery Services Bunker Airfield Silent Mountain, Montana[/b] The last bird of the trio had been given over to the second wave. Sam taking in the interior of the helicopter with an observing eye. The formerly spartan interior bay having been renovated for a more comfortable flight. Web seats having been replaced with actual cushioning and mounts. A feature the Field Research bird's only tended to have; the Direct Action helos still maintaining their standard issue trappings. "Well, at least it has the new car smell." Sam flashed a grin at the person next to them, Stokes, in this case. The advisor pushing the dangling MP5K further back on her hip while swinging off her small assault pack into a locker bolted into the floor. She still wore her grey uniform; a plate hanger with three magazines now covered her torso. Dark braid pulled into a ballcap and highly polished boots that came to the knee. Outside the whine of an engine starting up signaled the first wave's impending departure.