Qui Audet Adipiscitur IC (Aussie & Noxious)
David Rorke stepped out of his black Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow, which shined as he had recently cleaned and waxed it. The car deeply contrasted the wooden barracks', the gloomy barbed wire, the deep-green forests that surrounded them, and the dirt runway that ran up the field. There was, however, metal hangars that filled the base as well, containing aircraft from the Supermarine Spitfire, to the Hawker Harrier. There was also an assorted amount of weapons in the wooden barracks'.
There was at least one-hundred men and women assigned to the SOU, who had come from all across the world. They were all picked for a variety of reasons, but all were important. The SOU had a long tradition of being the ultimate defender of the Realm. He walked into a three-story tall concrete building, which was the Strategic Operations office, where all the operations of the SOU were being coordinated and other operations could be monitored. David walked in and hung left, walking into an office which had a desk in the top-left corner of the room from the door, a coffee table in the centre with two lounge chairs on either side of it, a painting on the wall that was on the door-side of the wall, and a map of the British Isles on the right-wall. He closed the door and took a seat at the table, which had piles of papers, a computer, files, and a picture of myself standing beside a Spitfire on it. He picked up a letter that had been left on his desk;
David felt a surge of fury as he threw the paper down.
To: Captain David Rorke
From: Commandant Malcolm Abbott
You aren't going to like this, but with the tragic death of Hugh, you're going to need a new partner. We've assigned a new-comer, Gwen Borroughs, to be your wingman and partner, effective immediately. She will arrive on 13/6/13 at about 15:00. You know we're short-handed on field agents, so we need to get her to an experienced agent, and that's you, David.