[i]FOB Grimsby, the Team Knight Arsenal[/i]

Carl came limping into the building, a crutch under his arm, supporting his still healing ankle. Sure the doctors said he'd be find byt they wanted him too take it easy. But things just wouldn't let him do that. 

Word had it a big brass is setting something up. Calling in all the best assets in Afghanistan. CSOR present in the area, DEVGRU, Ranger and Marine units. Armored tanks, IFVs and APCs in the area as well. The ground and air forces were gearing up for something big, something that was being rumoured to be the end of this particular part of the ongoing fighting in the country.

So it's no surprise at all that he comes limping into the Arsenal, "Well well well, look at you two. Of course I'll be up for it. Just give me a little bit longer. I'll be ready to go out there again. Who here hasn't been in a chopper crash once or twice anyway?" He limps his way over to his own kit, checking it over, "So you hear about this big dive someone is planning? Hear it's the guy who's been leading this whole thing. And he wants us on it. Likely spearhead?" He grins at the two compatriot Juggernauts. "This place, has been a deadly little fuck wad for awhile now. It'd be nice to get it all undone." Carl limped over to a chair behind his section of the arsenal, sitting down and pulling his left leg armor over, boot, and armor plates, looking them over. "I for one want this all to end. Get back to some kind of normal semblance of the world."

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[i]Bagram Air Base, Command Center of the Wakhan Corridor situation[/i]

General Lawrence leaned over the tactical table, on the phone with the Perth PMC, "So I'm offering thirty million up front, with an additional seventy million to follow when the job is complete. I need your best. I don't need whole platoons. Just your best fliers, Infantry and any equipment. We have buttloads of ammunition and parts in case there is a need for repairs." He leaned away from the speaker phone, "We'll put your people up with barracks and an arsenal for their gear. What ever they need we can facilitate. You let us know if it's enough. If it's not there is alot more we can do. I'll let ya'll think it over. But I'd like to point out, your people are spear-tip grade here, we're gonna need'em. Thanks for hearing me out." The phone beeped as the other end hung up.

He cued into another number. The other side picked up and a woman's voice answered, "CIA office B-x13." Felix Lawrence responded with, "This is General Lawrence in Wakhan, get me Agent Merlin." The woman responded with, "Transfer call sir." Moments later the line beeped and Felix grinned, "Merlin. That you son? It's Felix. Gonna be here in spirit atleast? I need everyone who's been a part of this shit on site and on alert. What do you say, got anything else for us?"

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Victor walked into their arsenal and smiled brightly, "Up and moving already. I sometimes wish I could pin you down so you could heal correctly, but I don't think that would work. You'd find a way to get out of bed or the cell or what ever and be out here. It's one of the many things I love about you." He strolled further into the room, he stopped beside Natalie looking her over, "Hmmm someone decided to take a cue from me did she. This suit." He patted it over, testing the plates, tugging on hard points and the tech points. He nodded, "It looks Boss." He nodded, "Just add some powered parts to it and we'll be unstoppable."

He headed over to his own suit, "Speaking of. The leg and lower back rig I've got, is being tinkered with. And the upper body rig is going to be flown in soon so I can put it through tests. It'll be awhile before I can say I've got a full powered suit. But it's well into Alpha testing now." He picks up one of his gloves, "Groups like DARPA is going to love us when we take all this into the field. They'll want all the information that comes out of it. Imagine the money we can get out of this. When we get married and eventually decide to retire, how much are we going to be worth huh?" He winked at her.

After abit as he had attached tested out his armor abit he looked at her again, "Command got a call from Wakhan, the commander out there, wants us on the front for some big deal. Even if Command doesn't take it, I'm going to go. Even if I can't do it through the Company. Shit out there needs to end, and seeing we were there for the start of it. I wanna see it end. What do you say babe?"