"Well, let's go at it, Xavi." Twirling his now blunt knife in his hand, he held it backwards. He went into the ring and waited for Xav to attack to counter attack. He would have the ferocity and efficiency of the Assassin, but non-lethal. "Loser has to sharpen both weapons." He grinned, sharp teeth showing. "C'mon! My nan fights better than you!" William taunted, hoping the Hunter would attack.

Xavier smirked, getting into his fighting stance as well, clutching the knife with both hands as narrowed his eyes at the Assassin, letting his smirk die down. He slowly began circling his opponent circling him, raising a brow at the taunt as he tsked at him, mock disappointment in his voice as Xavier taunted back, "Where'd you get that? Gath's pun book Little Will? I thought you would be better then that, perhaps you would be more aggressive after some hot tea brit." Burkley wants to play the mocking game aye? Two can play at that game.

Donald entered the gym dressed in a plain white t-shirt, grey gym shorts and a pair of black trainers. He perused his surroundings for a moment or so, familiarising himself with his current setting. He noticed a couple of punching bags in the corner and grinned. Something he was finally good at. Fighting. Even if it was just an inanimate object, Donald would be happy to get his hands on something. He clenched his fists and slowly walked over, preparing himself. He hadn't fought anything for a while, so he was a little bit rusty, but what's the worst that could happen?

He started off with a few warm-up punches. A couple of left hooks here, some right hooks there. Sometimes he even brought a knee into the equation, after training for a week or so with an MMA trainer. Donald thought that any type of combat would come in handy one way or another when or if he got deployed into the field. He was a fairly large, muscular, intimidating male and that was why he got classed as a 'heavy' soldier. He got to carry the light machine guns and the rocket launchers, and he loved every single minute of it. It made him feel a class above the rest.

After hitting the punch bag for just over twenty minutes, Donald got bored. He punched the bag one last time before stopping. As he walked to the next activity, people began walking past, to the ring. He turned, to see two other soldiers of ParaCom about to fight. Donald became interested and followed the crowd over. Two men were in the ring, holding blades. One of them sounded English, so Donald decided to root for him, on account of coming from the same country. As they began, Donald started shouting encouragement for the fellow Englishman, in amongst the shouts of the other watchers.

"Ohohoho! Xavi, is that the best you can throw at me? Hah!" Will grinned as he was cheered on by a fellow Brit. He never saw him on the field, so he was probably a rookie. "Hell, I think I'm angry at you for not having a imagination!" He could play that game.

One foot after the other. Assassin ran at Hunter, holding his knife in a backwards grip. He feinted a blow to Hunters left side, only to aim a kick at the back of his knee to knock him over. He'd used this move in training quite a few times and hell if it wasn't effective.

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Xavier was quick to calculate Will's strike at his left side by quickly spinning to the right. Xavier smirked and tsked again, taunting, "Going to have to do bet-" He was cut off with an "Ooph!" Immediately falling onto his knee, growling as he quickly spun around, sticking out his left leg to hit, and trip Will by his ankle, finishing his cut off taunt from earlier, "Better then that wanker."

Will didn't know what happened next. Matured reflexes? Luck? A bit of both? Whatever. Assassin hopped, quickly, to the left to avoid the kick, the front of his right foot hit. He dropped on his left knee, his right leg on the floor, his knife in his hand. He put it to Hunters neck, grinning. "If this weren't a spar, you'd be dead right now." He held the now blunt knife near his opponent's neck.

Xavier smirked yet again, chuckling as he slowly shook his head, careful on the blunted blade edge. He looked up at Assassin, raising his brows high as he spoke, "You'd be coming with me then handsome." To point out what the hell he was talking about, he slowly pressed the tip of the machete against Will's back, winking at his comrade before stating, "And we're just getting started." Immediately, Xavier wrapped his arm around Will's bent leg, the Hunter then twisting it so that Will laid face first before jumping up, swinging his kukri around so that the blade held upside down, cracking his neck as he taunted, "Us snipers are tricky bastards Willy, if we were in Kenya you have a bear trap clapped to your ankle and a land mine under your chin."

Act I, Chapter 3---Operation Obscured Intelligence.

March 16th, 2022:

Center was getting a call from the United Nations Council. The Council representative's face was obscured and spoke in a deep baritone voice. "Hello Center. We are contacting you because we ask a small favor. We attempted to deliver intelligence that would be useful for the ParaCom project, but it got mysteriously sidetracked along the way. The coordinates are a remote location in Bulgaria. The data has been sent to you and your officers. Pick the most willing to volunteer for this mission. Though there are paranormal forces, they are light in both quality and quantity relative to Tehran. Good luck."

Center relayed the commands to all troopers Sergeant level and above. "I'm calling all rookies and volunteering officers for the next mission. This UN mission will help us gather vital information. We are heading to a remote location in Bulgaria. A crash site contains the intelligence so we need to get out there as well as looking for survivors. Paranormal activity is present there, but light in quality and quantity relative to last mission. Consider this on the job training."

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"...consider this job training."

Training, huh? Kiril smiled to himself, and then emptied the glass in one gulp, finishing breakfast. This would be a good chance for test a to see how well he will fare against the paranormal. The last thing he wanted was to end up dead the first day just due to his lack of experience, but judging by the information availabe, this mission was pretty safe to take. Could it be trap? It could. But most likely, the paranormal wouldn't bother slaughtering voluteer rookies over their advance in Tehran.

Either way, this was his chance.

The armory opened up revealing electronic weaponry. The weaponry included railguns and vibroblades. ParaCom has made advancements with their armaments! The rookies and officers were free to take their designated specialty weapons and head to the hangar. The VTOL drop ship would take the troops to Bulgaria. The employees in the armory directed, "Go to the specialty stations and take what you need! Good luck out there!" Armor was in the form of a powered exoskeleton and was much more durable than conventional Kevlar. In fact, the armor was modular for more versatility.

Central approved of Goliath Gath's initiative. "Excellent! Meet the rookies at the armory and then to the hangar. Do not let them disappoint me!"

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Their learder was quite the rough man. Good. Those were the kind that wouldn't back off from danger, and considering that intelligence reported relatively weak enemy forces, they would risk nothing with a bull rush tactic; morever, Kiril were sure that Gath wouldn't let the team down if they were actualy ambushed.

Heaving his gun - a full-auto grenade launcher equipped with top-notch fire control systems and loaded with 20 CQC thermobaric grenades - onto his shoulder, and letting his coilgun LGM sidearm around on its straps at waist level, he followed Gath into their air transport.

Donald had gotten bored of the fight and went back to his quarters before getting a call informing him of a mission. He smiled at the prospect of his first mission and got dressed in his heavy armour. Donald made sure everything was on correctly before heading out. Many thoughts were going through his head as he approached the armoury. What if he was killed? What if he got someone killed? Donald pushed the thoughts from his head and carried on his journey to the armoury, determined to get to the best weapons before others. He almost broke out into a jog before remember how much effort it took and decided it was better to just walk.

Donald got into the armoury and grabbed an LMG and a rocket launcher before heading to the transport craft. He was met by a large, intimidating Sergeant who was barking out abuse to anybody who got near him before boarding the craft. Donald checked all his weapons were working properly before sitting down, preferably as far away from the Sergeant as he possibly could. He wanted to sit with his fellow Englishman, since he'd settled much easier after finding out he'd joined a fellow countryman.

"Damn, Xav, you're goo-" He was interrupted by a new mission briefing. Pushing Xav off, he went to the new 'speciality stations' . Grinning, he took out one of the new vibroblades. In theory, the generators built inside it would make the knife vibrate like a mini chainsaw and make slash wounds even deadlier, turning a simple knife into a weapon of murder.

He picked up a new pump action shotgun. Correction: Pump action rail-gun. Will grinned. He spotted a new suit of armour: A powered, modular exoskelton. Otherwise known as: A badass iron man suit. Supposedly, it'd help with reloading, had a built in friend or foe detector and a HUD. This would help, a lot. After putting it on, he went to the dropship and said through the radio, "Don't count me out of it. Hell if the 'Assassin' isn't going to help make badasses out of these rookies." He sat near his fellow Englishman, nodding his hello.

Xavier blinked as he was suddenly shoved, before immediately jolting up he followed William close behind, grabbing the new tech while whistling, petting the glistening metal of the vibromachete. Not shaped as his precious kukri it had a rectangular chopper blade form, sharpen nicely while also feeling slightly heavier with the built in generator. He made note to customize his weapons later, the bland dark grey metal not going to due at all before slipping on his new, fancy armor, mumbling excite fully, "Ohh boy aren't you beautiful." He winced slightly though at the sight of the built in visor and filter to his helmet before shaking it off, slipping it off, then grabbing his new toy, carefully examining the black, coiled barrel from stock to the glowing slightly hue it had, mumbling, "This is going to split some bodies apart." He quickly shouldered it, running to the drop-ship.

Charles woke up early in a groggy mood and proceeded to find some food and coffee, feeding Sam most of his plat as she ran around his table as he read Candide, ou l'Optimisme as he heard the announcement. He quickly found a scientist who he arranged to take care of Sam while he was gone and he made his way to the armory. He found his rifle and tried on one of the new suits, hearing Gath's yelling over the headset and he grabbed his belt and ran to catch up to the crew. Charles took a seat and pulled his banana across his lower face, it was a skull with a vivid picture of earth etched into the skulls mouth.

Once all rookies and volunteers are loaded up, the missions would commence Fortunately, the spare VTOL drop ship was used in case of claustrophobia. "For the mission, the area in Bulgaria have little to no civilian traces. No need to watch out for them this time." Center assured the rookies and bolstered their confidence. "Take deep breathes before you go out. Besides, it's should be nothing more than a walk in the park."

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