[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/6P5oBsd.jpeg[/img][/center] The warehouse's dim lighting flickered, the shoddy light revealing stray whisps of smoke and dust that never seemed to go away. Open spaces, floor to ceiling shelves with spotty coverage, an overarching catwalk and lack of windows made the place darker than it should've been. In a small clearing, a hulking shade stood over another tied to a chair, a pair of other shadows stood just behind the larger one- all three standing silhouettes sporting rifles of some sort. The two standing seemed to be having idle conversation as the larger shadow appeared to be in the middle of an interrogation. The sounds of soft footsteps on the other side of the door went unnoticed by all but the sharpest ears, though the silence didn't remain for long. [b]"Breach! Breach!"[/b] There was a short hiss, followed by an explosion as the doors suddenly flung open. There was a quiet quartet of [i]thumps[/i] as suppressed weapons fired, the two smaller gunmen falling immediately, one of their weapons rattling off loudly as the man held the trigger down as he fell, the metallic sounds of richochets bouncing across the open space. The large hulking would-be-interrogator immediately turned to face the incoming threat, picking the victim up out of his chair and using him as a human shield. [b]"Drop it! Drop the weapon!"[/b] one of the breachers barked as four of them quickly poured into the room, spreading out to clear the rest of the room and look for angles. [color=palegreen]"Fuck you!"[/color] The hulk snarled back at them, body armor and deep green jacket glinting in the light of flashlights. The hulk had a gun pressed to the hostage's temple, pulling the two back towards the wall as he was used as a human shield. [b]"Gun! Gun!"[/b] [indent]"I'm taking the shot!"[/indent] [i]"No! Wait!"[/i] One of the breachers fired a burst of shots. The first hit the hostage square in the chest, the second nailed him in the neck, while the third hit the hulk square in the forehead. Both figures collapsed to the ground in the corner of the room as the riflemen glanced at each other and gathered closer to the pair of bodies in the corner. [b]"Shit... Is it done?"[/b][indent][i]"Fuck... Check on the VIP."[/i][/indent] As the Hulk's body hit the floor, the VIP groaning in pain. The breachers let out a sigh of relief, the VIP was still alive. Two of the gunners grabbed the hostage and pulled him up, wrenching him out of the grip of the big hulk. As the arm holding the hostage fell into view, a metal ball rolling out of the hulk's hand. A metallic spoon flung out of its place and clattered on the ground a short ways away. [b]"Fuck! Grenade!"[/b][indent][i]"I got it!"[/i][/indent] The shooter dove for the grenade, throwing it under her body as the entry man grabbed and dove over the VIP, the other two taking cover as they ducked. [color=palegreen]"Stop."[/color] The hulk growled, her eyes flickering open as she gruffly pulled herself to her feet. [color=palegreen]"Reset."[/color] Bright ceiling lights flickered on and the hologram faded away, replacing the warehouse with wooden boxes and plywood walls, the breachers with their blue training rifles lowering them as Io stood up and wiped the paint off of his neck and chest. Paint or not, he didn't seem too happy about being shot in the throat. Frost looked equally unhappy, though perhaps for different reasons. [color=palegreen]"I see a significant problem here. Anyone care to enlighten me on what that problem was?"[/color] Frost's voice was a heavily accented growl, like sandpaper on gravel, a deep bass that rumbled the floor. [color=palegreen]"Lin? Any guess?"[/color] "I... I Shot the hostage in the throat." The man replied sheepishly, even beneath his balaclava and goggles one could sense the nervous sweat in the man. [color=palegreen]"Yes. You shot Chief in the throat."[/color] Frost sighed expressively, her eyes shrouded by her hand rubbing her temples. [color=palegreen]"If you don't have a shot, don't take it. Very simple. If you're shooting, stay calm. Otherwise, open up angles for other shooters. Next. Tori, what the fuck was that?"[/color] Frost continued as she glanced down at the woman laying on top of the training grenade. [color=palegreen]"You no longer have an abdomen. Explain."[/color] [i]"What? I was trying to save my team!"[/i] The woman shot back indignantly as she stood up, glancing down at her torso covered in blue paint. [color=palegreen]"Sure, great heroics you can tell the boys over a drink at the-oh wait, you're dead."[/color] Frost rolled her eyes, shooting a practice round into Tori's chest for good measure. [color=palegreen]"You're not SWAT, you're not Jaeger- hell, even Jaeger doesn't do that. Leave the movie theatrics to the movies. If a body drops a grenade, roll the body onto it. Otherwise, dive and go low. Armor should only have to take a couple bits of frag if you're lucky."[/color] Frost paused as she glanced her phone buzzed and she glanced over at it- footage of Ren at her door banging on it and yelling for a meeting. She sighed. [color=palegreen]"Run it again. Io, keep changing up the simulations, no complacency."[/color] [hr] The others heard Frost approaching the briefing room long before she entered it, ducking down to get beneath the door's threshold as she entered. A few of the others were already there- several more of the 'oddballs' that Tsuki had picked up over the years. Not that Frost was any exception to that. The 2 and a half meter giant stomped over next to where Michiko stood, only pausing long enough to give Mama Tsuki a respectful nod and an [color=palegreen]"Auntie."[/color] as acknowledgement. Stepping over to one of the only sofas in the room rated strong enough to support her weight and frame, Frost casually took a seat, sinking down into it, the durable plastics and metal supports whining as Frost sat. [color=palegreen]"Somebody's been busy."[/color] Frost noted as she glanced between Tsuki, Ren and Michiko. Pulling a slightly crushed package out of her pocket, Frost tapped the bottom and fished a cigarette out with her lips, leaning over to use the lit end of Michi's like a lighter. Even sitting, she was practically as tall as Michiko was standing. [color=palegreen]"The new scope you found for the long gun has been working wonders, no more artifacts on higher zoom."[/color] Frost commented as she leaned back and took a drag. [color=palegreen]"So, what are we looking at?"[/color] Frost mused as she glanced over at the displayed images on the projector.