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Wendy nodded, knowing fully what she to expect when she asked a question along the lines of that. She walked back to her seat, sitting down and relaxing as she started to reflect on the impending operation. It was Lima, and the Vympel squad against the TIAF forces, not to mention the Danes. Nine against a whole bunch of people. Those were some crazy odds, and if they all wanted to make it out alive, they needed serious firepower. That also meant that Wendy would also need something with way more punch, that was able to spit it out at a faster rate than her signature AWM. Her mind went through the sniper rifles that fit the criteria, eventually settling on the M107A1 and AS50. Both were rifles that really did pack a punch, and would definitely be able to take care of multiple soldiers with one shot if she had the perfect angle. Next were her backups - although she wouldn't be as up close and personal, she would still need to be prepared just in case things got too friendly. The UMP she usually carried wouldn't suffice in this situation, fast, nimble, but not enough firepower. That meant she had to upgrade again, to an assault rifle of sorts. She was debating between the ACR and SCAR, both were very versatile weapons but she was only able to carry one of those. The SCAR-H won the mental debate, knowing that it was a bit heavier but it packed more of a punch and she would be able to have things like grenade launchers and whatnot. The conversation Medved One was having wasn't really paid attention to by Wendy, but when she was presented with a question she could only respond the best way she could. Once she figured out what exactly she needed, she went up to the cockpit to talk to the man that would provide her supplies. "Alright, I've got my list ready..." She said, "I would like a Barrett M107A1 and an FN SCAR-H, pretty much the extent of my requests. I'm sure you can provide the rest of the things we need." Wendy felt like she was picking out candy in a candy store, but had to pick two candies. She smirked and walked away, going back to her seat to wait for the flight to end already. --- Wendy slowly cracked her eyes open as she felt the airplane touchdown onto the tarmac, meaning they'd finally landed. What commenced afterwards was rather wild, they were ushered towards a location where they were to change clothes yet again. This really did make her think she and Neil were being sought after, which was not a good feeling. The thought of having to get through security and whatnot very quickly was something she didn't ever plan on doing, but there she was yet again. She tried not to make eye contact with anyone as she rushed through the airport. Only when they were out of Russia could Wendy relax, knowing they were safe from the Russians for now. Now she was being driven to somewhere in Germany, which was a good location considering the location of the operation. Whoever planned this out were seriously very smart, as she would've never thought to have this desolate farmhouse as a setup area. As they were lead upstairs, she could see there were seven crates, presumably one for the each of them. Sometime later, Wendy had finished gearing up and putting things where they needed to be. Her sniper rifle, assault rifle, and headgear remained on the crate as she figured she needed to take care of some long overdue business. She heard Zhenya indicate that he was going up, and before he could go up, she ran after him, "I'm coming along." She said, hoping that she could make use of the phones. The Canadian herself was dressed in a MultiCam Crye outfit of some sort, with a lightweight plate carrier that could somehow also carry quite the bit of ammunition and things. Her loadout was geared more towards mobility, as a sniper needed to be mobile and light so they could make escapes. Agent Katya was nice enough to point out where the phones were, and she allowed Zhenya to grab one before she could grab another one for herself. Wendy needed to find a nice location to settle and make the call she had always wanted to make. It was a bit weird knowing she was seconds away from doing so. "Hello?" Wendy's heart sank at the voice that popped up on the other line. It was none other than her fiance's. It had been so long since the two saw each other. It was just the nature of her career and the both of them were very well aware of that sort of thing, but she knew that it was taking a toll on their relationship regardless. She honestly didn't know what to say. "Mark? It's Wendy..." An audible sigh could be heard from the other line, but she wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. "Oh my god... you're still alive? Everyone's started to think you've died, but the government hasn't told us yet..." Wendy chuckled and shook her head, leaning against a wall as she figured out another thing to say. "Well, I'm fully alive and in one piece. Just crazy shit's been going on... sorry for not calling you or anything. You know how it is." Wendy bit her lip as she awaited Mark to respond, it was surreal to hear his voice once again. Even though it wasn't the same as talking to him face to face, it was still nice to have some closure with her fiance. Most people who knew what she did thought it was odd for snipers to even be married, as they had that lone wolf mindset as they did operate alone or with one other person. "Let me guess, Wendy - you're not going to be home for Christmas are you? You don't know how much you've missed now. You've missed your stepdaughter's thirteenth birthday, you've missed your sister's wedding... you've just missed so many things and I'm kinda starting to get tired of it." Wendy crossed her legs and groaned softly, knowing that this was the point where the conversation would had to have been had. She feared this conversation. "Yeah... I won't be home for Christmas. But like I said, Mark, you know how it is. I'm tangled in this world and I- there's no sign of letting up anytime soon. It's just how it is..." Wendy swept back some of her hair, sighing, "How's Rachel? Is she fine?" "Yeah she's fine... she misses you a lot. She's on the honour roll, you know; she's been saying you've been one of her biggest inspirations, even though you're never there anymore. When are you coming back? We all really miss you..." "That's the problem, Mark. I don't know when I'll be coming back. But by the looks of things - maybe I'll be back to start off the new year with you and Rachel. I promise you I will try my best." Wendy was about to say another thing, but she could hear Katya's imminent warning to wrap it up. "Mark, I've got to go. I'll see you later, I love you." She said, before hanging up. --- Wendy clambered out of the vehicle as they arrived at their destination. She shouldn't had been so surprised to see Jan there. It felt like it had been so long since she saw him, but in reality it wasn't really that long. She was for some reason grateful to see even Scott again, which was a bit peculiar considering well, it was Scott. Scott was just one of those guys, she figured. "Holy shit, I really can't describe how great it is to see you guys again. Merry Christmas."

The Russian uniform felt a bit weird on the sniper, considering the only uniforms she would wear were either from JTF-2 or Lima. But here she was, wearing a Russian uniform to save her life. She really did hope that she didn't have to speak any Russian, she didn't know enough Russian to construct a conversational sentence. Never did she think she would be sitting in an car full of Russians dressed exactly like them; escaping prison while they were at it as well. It was an odd sensation, but she figured it came along with being a Black Ops operator. As the vehicle boarded the airplane, it was quick to shut the door and take off. What had just happened in the past few moments was a lot for her to handle. Classified as terrorists? That was the exact opposite of the foundation Wendy's career was built on. She enlisted to fight against terrorists, not be terrorists. The sniper remained silent as the cargo plane finally stabilized, hearing the go-ahead to disembark from the Tigr. Wendy took a bit of time before disembarking, grunting gently as she stepped onto the plane's floor. It really did feel great to be able to stand freely again inside an area that wasn't a shitty jail cell in Russia. Wendy stood next to Neil as Medved One informed them of their task. "Guess I'm in as well." Wendy stated, looking down and kicking at the floor. The Canadian had started to wonder what exactly was going on back in her homeland. She was hoping all was going well, especially her loved ones. Hopefully her status wasn't reported to her loved ones, otherwise there'd be some major unnecessary grieving. She was still alive, but her loved ones didn't know that, and that was scary to her. Copenhagen sounded like an operation that would take 110% of everyone's ability and teamwork in order to survive. She would still do her job regardless - knowing that a majority of the team would probably be killed in an operation like this. She didn't want to entertain that thought for long. Wendy took a seat somewhere in the plane, putting her head back and sighing deeply. She closed her eyes and opened them to see the ceiling of the plane. They were on their way to another Russian city, which would probably be a long flight. She felt a weight on her shoulders and turned to identify the weight. It was Neil, which was unwarranted but nice in a situation like this. She then remembered that she was still in a commitment to someone, and shrugged off Neil's arm. "Neil, please." Wendy said quietly, giving him a look, "We're still professionals." The Canadian sniper stood up and walked towards Medved One, wondering if there was some sort of way she could contact back home. She was doubtful, but it was worth a shot asking. "Excuse me, do you have a secure line here or something along the lines of that?" Wendy requested, "I'd like to make a call."

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