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Forgive my inattentiveness, is it Tuesday or Wednesday story wise?


it is wednesday my dude
Jane Feng




Jane's arrival at Hereford Base had been less than eventful, to say the least. It was different than Hong Kong, sure, but Jane knew that she wouldn't be spending much time here in the first place. A twelve hour flight was more than enough time for her to process what was going on and what was going to be happening. She was here for a reason, which most likely involved being away from places like this base. In a way, Jane felt like she was at home, even if she'd only been here for only a few hours. Sitting in the private vehicle taking her to base, she had on her olive green SDU uniform. It was something she had worked hard to earn the privilege of wearing, so it was pretty much guaranteed that she was going to flaunt it wherever she could, despite her having to swap it out in just a few moments.

The vehicle came to a stop, and Jane was more than obliged to see herself out of the vehicle. Stepping out onto the tarmac, Jane pulled her duffel bag out of the car and proceeded to make her way into the base. Glancing around, she could see a numerous amount of figures trailing behind her and in front of her. More than likely, they were here for the same exact reason Jane was. As it appeared, it looked like that there was going to be quite the amount of people having the same experience as her. At least integration into the most clandestine of clandestine units wasn't going to be an experience Jane was going to undertake by herself.

Finding herself in what was probably the world's deadliest room, Jane took a seat and glanced around just to see where everyone was from, if possible. They had a pretty good crop here, which was good since that most likely meant every country sent their best. Suddenly a voice came from up above and Jane was obligated to listen. To summarize, it was your average spiel about how dangerous being in a special operations force like this was. Everyone knew what they had just gotten themselves into, and they were all more than willing to accept it. Then, afterwards came the roll call. Everyone was going to be getting top secret folders that people were all going to find out the contents of in a matter of minutes.

As the speech ended, she walked up and waited for the already collected crowd in front of the pile of folders. After the crowd cleared, Jane took the folder and waited until she was out of the room to peek at the contents. She was going to be known as Trojan, which was a bit odd for her but she was going to be taking it anyway. Stepping into her living quarters, she set down her belongings and began to get set up. It was going to be a good experience, and Jane was looking forward to working with this crop of people.
@LetMeDoStuff I finished my CS. Lemme know how you like it.
SWAT 4 is much, much better with the Elite Force mod. I can finally know whether or not it was actually justified to shoot someone instead of having to decide on a whim.
All my loves/mains are dead... am cry

I'm also very down for this
rainbow six 3 was my shit

i still play that game today. ain't nothing else like it nowadays







The rules were simple. You fuck with his boy, he's gonna fuck you harder.

Fuck Christian for being a good friend, right? He was lucky to only be getting community service for the heinous crime that he had committed against a fellow citizen. For once a black man didn't get the short end of the stick when it came to the system, and he honestly didn't know how to feel about it. At the very least, he was surprised. Even after all of these years later, for what he did, he expected to be in juvie or even straight up prison. He got off easy. However, he was still wearing orange.

Seems like the rest of these yoo-hoos were more or less suffering from the same problem Christian was. Well, at least he had other people to share the misery with. There was his boy, who was actually there when he committed the crime that landed him here. There were also a lot more girls than he expected to be here. They must've really raised them different in this place. Usually there'd be more boys in a setting like this, but he guessed not.

As he was about to find the garbage picking apparatuses, he heard someone speak up. Definitely not the friendliest girl. But then again, they were here for a reason. The next girl to speak had a better attitude, and that was more up Christian's alley. "Christian Hill. Please don't call me Chris." Christian squinted, "I'll hurt you."
pickles are trash
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