[h1][b][color=#1E90FF]Enzo "Santi" Laste Valenzuela[/color][/b][/h1]

[h2][b]Combat Rock[/b][/h2]

[b][h2]April 27th, 2025[/h2][/b]

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[b]"I will guide you in, but I will not be shy when things go hot."[/b] Santi kept his retort to Juichi and Karishma simple, before he had gotten back to arming up, and before his chat with Arsala. 

[@Smike]

[b]Si, a huaso. But....it doesn't have the same carry in America. Perhaps I have watched too much Clint Eastwood."[/b] Santi replied in turn with a grin, the pup staring up at the Chilean's brown eyes, a guarding, defensive, extremely serious posture, finishing up his prep, nodding in agreement with Arsala's last comment, watching Megan join in with Jamison, conversing with the local. Santi stayed out of it, watching, keeping silent for the moment being. He had nothing much to add, as he checked his gloves and combat rig over once more, boots tied, fatigues readied, and the unusually work-formal Chilean ready to go. Some might have pegged him to be a bit more casual, especially in this line of undisclosed work, but he stayed relatively fatigued up because it was honest to what he knew. A reminder, almost psychologically, and with the others coming back to him, he knew he had some to trust.

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The dusty yellow Mercedes van, possibly an ex-German post office van with no livery, or just something fallen off a container ship was clattering. It was possibly something that had felt like it had hit a million miles and come back from the 90s looking worse for wear clattered on the washboarded roads and Santi could only keep his jaw open to stop his teeth rocking against each other. Standard third world conditions, first world weapon in hand, and a HVT to extract. And they'd barely been here an hour. Not a bad way to get started.

Rifle at point to floor, Santi held onto the frame of the door before following Megan out of the door, flicking his GPNVGs down over eye, the gentle green light illuminating the darkened jungle beyond the van. Christopher and Megan conversed, as Santi paid it no mind, rifle raised, the KS-1 and adjoining M320 tight in clutch.
[b]"Condor, set."[/b] Santi called, keeping perimeter, hearing Meg break and with it, following the team lead, into the gentle brush and watching beyond the trees at the chatter of cicada and the smell of leafy green trees in the night masking their approach in.

Moving to the next set, Santi took a knee, looking forward into the distance at the structures in the village.
[b]"Eyes on structures. No eyes on hostiles. Meg, my drone is ready when you need for overwatch.[/b]"