Low Intensity Operations - Setup Options

[Mach_Ten]

The weeks of training pass like a blur,
it is refreshing to be busy again for Hammer after so much time doing so little, and it is good for me to see that the old ways return quickly.

Muscle memory takes over from active mental control, things that years ago I would have learned by repetition 50 or 100 times a day or week, now don't even register in my consciousness.
forced marches where the scenery blurs into grey, all that is left is the focus "Get the Job DONE! fight through the pain!"

Team 309E perform admirably as expected, despite a few unavoidable infractions with the other trainee teams on site.

Tatjana seems to attract (wanted / unwanted?) attention, the curse of beauty I suppose.
and despite her blatantly obvious ability to handle herself in any situation, the more chivalrous of the team do keep getting their faces bloodied after running their mouths off
It is both amusing and instructive to watch how tactically they position themsleves now, without even thinking about it.

Taking the last days FIBUA* for example

The Ex CAS Marine I think he was, bloody stupid and a liability is what I'd call him though..
Lucky Nova only broke his wrist for his trying to sample the delights, and his team mates deserved the punishment they got for backing him up.

He was knees down on the ground with his arm at snapping point in her grip in the middle of the street after a full days training. His team on their way to their RV with their weapons slung over shoulders, the same as us as we returned to our waiting vehicle on the outskirts of town but in the opposite direction.

As soon as I heard Crispy yelling, I knew how this would end "Hey Homes, You need to learn that the lady ain't into your shit, Ya feel me Chummer!" His weapon no longer slung, but confidently aimed at center mass.

Nova murmurs viciously over her team Comm < < "I Have this, comrade!" > >

I don't even need to look at Khote to know his eyeballs are rolled into the back of his head already, and the sudden static in the air and howling wind is his doing, the sparks rolling down the barrels of my ARES ALPHA an omen of the impending magics.

To my left, and without any instruction Brian has already started moving with machine pistol in hand to a covering fire position over the AmerInd, they work as a perfect team now
and to my right I have seen the alley I can use as cover to race round into a postion to flank them if they make the wrong decisions.

Fortunately it doesn't escalate any further, I turn and single out their team lead SGT. Estevez, He is a brick wall of a man, you could shoot the bastard all day and I swear it'd just piss him off !

Automatic rifle casually at my hip but pointed in his direction, he knows I'll take him though.
" Back them the hell off Estevez, this will end badly for you! Mi Amigo " I yell and there's the briefest of looks in his eyes before he raises his left hand to call off his men

The dust is whipped up into a Full on magical storm full of sparks and crackles along any metal surface now, the guy on the ground is doing his utmost to not scream and all but one of the other team have backed off a distance,
Crispy educates the last man that listening to his superiors is generally the path of least resistance ... at least I presume that's what he said .. I was too far away to hear over the storm but the rifle butt to the nose seemed to punctuate the lesson.

Nova pushes the offender to the dirt with the heel of her boot " в другой раз друг ! " * and whirls to walk away while Crispy walks alongside wiping fresh blood away from the rifle.

"What was that bout ?" He asked her .... "I do not like dirty hand prints on my armor Comrade!" She replies

And now, this is another blur. as is the chopper ride, Plane ride and now into the van...

<< Bogota, it's like a distant memory, literally a lifetime ago since I was here, however brief that was (not brief enough) I'm looking at things and there's no recognition now, can things have changed so much ?

The place is huge, a sprawl of poverty and miniature battlefields surrounded by life as it passes by for the civilians, gang wars, corp wars and the ever present battle for control of the area .. it's a melting pot waiting to explode.

<< Bogota, how in the hells did I end up back here? I'm sure someone up there fucking hates me !



*(Fighting In Built Up Areas)
"Another time Chummer!" - Russian

[Dak]

Don't let my tweaking the title throw you off.

Its up.

Bogotá - IC

Bogotá - OOC