Jean-Louis Reijnders, former special forces, walked down the corridor. His stride was straight and arrow, one that irradiated confidence. A thick goatee road off his chin, giving way to his youthful but experienced face. His excitement was flowing, something he worked had to contain as he approached the exit of the building. He had read that Venezuela was having troubles, but for armed attacks on oil rigs? That had to be a bit too far.
Pushing the door open a head of the other commanders, the sunlight beat down on his face instantly. Squinting, the exterior of the camp came into focus. Boots rocked the pavement, as soldiers marched with elite precision. The thwump thwump of helicopter rotors kicked up dust in the distance, just another day at the camp.
Further down the road, he came upon a military sized tent. Extension cords ran under the flap the tent, powering all manner of personal electronics. Reaching a hard leather hand forward he moved Weapon's Squad's, tent flap to the side. The site that greeted him was six men crowding around a small female and another man, who were furiously concentrated on disassembling two pistols at a table.
The female slammed the pistol to the wood, and cheers echoed throughout the tent. Jean-Louis stepped towards the group, and all eight soldiers snapped to attention. Returning the salute, the former Sergeant allowed his troop to go to ease.
"Looks like you're slowing down Bertrand. Even Patty's kicking your ass now."
A laugh rose from the group, as they began to take their seats on their bunks. Most were tired from a long day of training, which to some was more of a game then a chore. They were the best, and Decisive Outcomes drilled them hard to make them better.
"Listen up team. Shit's hit the fan in Venezuela as you know, and we're going in. We're going to be dropping in early Sunday, but orders are to get ready now. No vehicles, so Kalinowsky and Douffet are jumping with us."
Anderson's LRRP is going with Gillet to work out a deal. We're going to be standby, so get your gear ready for deployment. Standard loadout, be ready for the shitstorm."
With that, the crew's attitude rose significantly. The soldiers began to move around more anxiously, getting the news that deployment was coming soon. Gear checks began, with chutes and equipment suddenly becoming under close scrutiny. All this training and preparing, now finally coming into play. Time to kick some ass.