"Don't forget what we came to do. " Came the soft voice of a woman through the small speaker that had been placed in each of their ears. A few people grunted Acknowledgment into the small microphone that was attached to each ear piece. There was one distinctive huff From the same woman before she continued on to say, "We will stick around for another minute, see if there are any guards making rounds . But after that, we move . Quick and efficient, we take out as many of them as we can . Don't go getting yourself hurt for no reason. And remember the most important part: we are here to either kill or capture our primary target."
There was absolute silence as she finished her statement. Even the land around them had gradually grown still, As if every living thing in the area could feel the tension that had begun to grip the small group of soldiers observing an isolated building from behind a cluster of gnarled bushes they had scouted out. It was quiet enough that Italy Hershal could hear the gentle rasping of more then one set of lips against the microphones as a few members of her party let out nearly inaudible grumbles. She scowled gently as she listened to the sound, but she couldn't blame them for being so nervous on one of their biggest missions to date.
At this current moment, because of remarkable episodes of bravery and intense luck, The young redheaded woman have been placed in charge of her own squad of elite soldiers in the Navy SEALs, The group participating in much more dangerous missions that required quicker action and on occasion more stealth then gun and go. They had actively been involved in a country wide civil war that had taken over the citizens of India, The United States only becoming involved after there had been a threat of communism. Italy had joined the Navy herself only after intense pressure from her father eight years before after his insisting that she being his only child should carry on The family tradition of joining in the hopes of one day becoming a seal just like her father and his father before him... She had never expected to be noticed, Let alone climb in the ranks, But everything had changed on the day that she started to hear the man...
"If you keep makin' Me nervous like this Italy, I am likely to be needin'a new pair of britches..." One of the men Grunted, adding a Soft chuckle At the end, breaking some of the tension and causing her to return from her drifting train of thought. She briefly turned her hazel colored eyes and his direction, Catching a momentary view of the middle aged man smiling at her with salt-and-pepper hair before he looked away again, trying not to laugh once more.
She found herself narrowing her eyes somewhat, though A small smile threatened with a twitch at the corners of her mouth. "I suggest you grow up real fast sonny Jim if you're going to be in my squad. Or I suggest that you leave real fast before I help you in filling those britches of yours" She remarked in an almost perfect imitation of the man, earning several more chuckles and a few louder grumbles. "focus."she then said, the simple word sharpening each of The soldiers'attention and returning them to the mission at hand. It was something they had practiced often and she felt a rush of gratitude as it was put into practice quickly and efficiently, the men following her without complaint. She couldn't help but give them another small smile to each of their backs before she took a deep steadying breath, Watching the building in the distance for any sign of movement. After only a solid minute of no sign of activity did anyone speak again.
"Go." Italy said quietly under her breath, watching with satisfaction as her team immediately began to move into action, herself jogging forward to take the lead.