[IC] Freelancer Program

[Revans Exile]

Virginia's idea of being chased always involved fucking with the chaser. She slammed on the breaks as hard as she could. "You know that will never work on someone who spent their young life on the run from gang bangers. They learn real fast how to avoid being caught." As she passed by Nevada's Warthog she threw several armed training M9 High-Explosive Dual-Purpose grenades (human variety) into the passenger seat. "We also learn how to fight back as best as possible with little to no resources just long enough to create a distraction." She then threw a real Type-1 Antipersonnel Grenade (Plasma Grenade) onto the back of Nevada's Warthog.

[Mista Slaya]

As the grenade blew up the Warthog and the simulation ended, Nevada decided to make sure the others weren't busy killing each other with the training equipment. Once he got back in the main room, he poked his head out the door and looked down the hallway. Once he saw the Councilor walking towards the room, he quickly got back inside and told the others. "Hey guys, our favorite person is almost here, so let's ge- attention on deck!"

The Councilor walked into the room. "Good evening you all, I'm glad you're all here. I've got someone else coming in in a minute, but we'll get to that when we do." He started to begin the briefing, then realized he hadn't responded to the Freelancers' attention. "As you were." As everyone relaxed, the Councilor retrieved his data tablet. "As you all have more than likely guessed by now, we have a mission for you. I will not give too many details now, but I can tell you this will be a stealth mission consisting of two teams. There will be a team taking down a high value target that will be essential for the other team to take their objective. If anyone has questions, please ask them now. If not, I will divide you into your teams and begin your training routines."

[Dessie777]

Maine laid on her bed staring at the top bunk. This was the day the Freelancers would meet her. Nervously she sighed to herself. "I guess it's probably about time." Looking at her watch she noticed it was ten minutes past when she should have been to the training room. "She it!"
Rolling ungracefully off the bed she stumbled to get her foot and book it to her suit. Her suit seemed ill fitting and more complicated because of her panic and took her a few minutes to put on. Once fully suited she ran out the door and down the hallway only to stop dead a few feet away/ "Dang it!" Pivoting on her heels she hurried back into the room and snatched her helmet from it's resting place. "They are gonna kill me. Sh-- Sh-- Sh-- Sh--- Sh--! I am so late." She mumbled while sliding her helmet on and switching on the voice unit.

Outside of the training room she stood staring at the door. Taking deep breaths to calm herself she went into "Bada--" mode as she called it. Her voice was steady, her back was straight, and her mind was ready for a fight. Pushing open the door she stepped inside taking in the scene. The other freelancers looked intimidating to her but she was set on not letting them know she was a girl. Walking further into the room she approached the councilor and gave him a nod of respect.

[Sep]

As soon as the Cameras indicated the Councillor was on his way he unlocked the door, they had all waited long enough. He wasn't going to delay it, when Georgia came back out he slipped his money back to the man as he pulled his own helmet on as the user interface came up. He didn't really salute the Councillor as he technically held no military rank however he did stand straighter. He was about to ask for more specifics on the actual mission when he was interrupted by the bulkhead opening and the new Rookie, Maine walked into the room. Why a rookie was joining them on a seemingly important mission he didn't know. Though he was hoping that Virginia would be assigned to look after the newbie, that'd be an interesting pairing. He raised his arm to check an imaginary watch.

"Hey Rookie, I don't know if you know this but it is impolite to be late." He would let one of the hard asses drill it in that timing was crucial for the success of the mission and everyone had to rely on eachother and all that spiel however that wasn't him, or his job. Having not known whether to bring a shotgun or a sniper he had instead opted to just bring his dual pistols, he took one of his hip, checking it before putting a training round in the chamber before putting it back and doing the same with the other one. Once he was done he turned back to the Councilor. "Yeah I got a question, what kind of computer protocols we looking at? Building? Secure facility? Spaceship? Just so I know what toothbrush to pack."

[TheMusketMan]

Guess he was spared a fight with Georgia, not that he was scared or intimated, quite the contrary. But it would've been a long fight, and in the end, Georgia would've gotten the upper hand. He was simply younger than Alabama and would've had more endurance than him, don't think Alabama isn't in shape, because he is. Probably the most fit 44 year old on earth, but Georgia was younger than he was and would've caught him. Eventually. Nevada yelled something and Alabama stood at attention, that yell had been drilled into him years before. Councilor told them to be at ease and started explaining the mission. Alabama rested his assault rifle on his shoulder while he listened, he always thought that was a cool image as a kid. Then the rookie walked in. He could tell immediately that she was trying to hard, and the way she just nodded and didn't salute kinda rubbed him the wrong way. Discipline was drilled into his skull during The Great War, and if someone walked in like that, they would've got smacked and ordered to do 50 push-ups. But he wasn't one to judge, so he just let the rookie walk past him as the councilor continued to brief them.

[Revans Exile]

Virginia exited the simulation disappointed that it didn't go on longer. She noticed the Councillor there but pretty much paid him no attention. She was more curious about the rook. "This target that needs taking down. Should it be simple or are we to leave a message? If we are to leave a message is it a frame job? I love frame jobs. Especially when we are then hired to take out the ones we framed." She then started addressing Colorado. "A toothbrush can't hack worth shit. Remember that hacker I was sent to take out on my last mission? He modified a TACPAD for me to do the hacking. Took a lot of convincing and several punches to his face and a few to his genitals. He complied. Slow as shit. Reminds me of a pet dog, requires lots of attention. But at least I don't have to use explosives to deal with computers now. That was always annoying and a real hindrance."

[Sep]

Colorado would have rolled his eyes at Virginia, if it hadn't of been pointless within his helmet. "He obviously wasn't a very good hacker then if he couldn't use a Toothbrush. Also without a hacker to maintain your pad have fun, eventually security protocols will be able to fight off the intrusion method it uses. A pre-made program has nothing on a professional who can adapt to the situation." He removed the cover on the pad he had built into his suit and began pressing keys to update it, as it had been several days since he had to hack int he field his suits operating system and all the relevant mission files were out of date. Which wouldn't do, he might get bored on mission and need to do some light reading while he was away. While he was doing that he also continued to look expectantly at the Councilor, waiting for what was next.

[Mista Slaya]

The Councilor nodded towards Colorado after the argument between him and Virginia ended. "This mission will involve two infiltration teams. Team One will consist of Colorado, Alabama, Nevada, and Maine. Team Two will be Virginia, Georgia, and California. The objective is to take down a weapons manufacturing facility. Team One will infiltrate the facility, but will need Team Two's help in get in." He tapped a button on his data tablet and a hologram of the facility appeared in front of them, created by a projector in the ceiling of the room.

"Team Two will be dropped off a few klicks off from this outpost." A small tower to the south of the main facility highlighted with a red glow. "You three on Team Two will disable the security sensors monitoring air traffic over the southern fence. Once the sensors are disabled, Team One will fly a Pelican in, following stealth protocols, and land within the perimeter of the facility." A red Pelican flew in low over the fence and treetops and landed in a clearing roughly two klicks from the complex. "Nevada will be flying the Pelican, so those of you on Team One better hope he likes you guys. Joking aside, once inside the facility, you need to figure out how to cause the machines inside to malfunction beyond repair. If you are unable to remain undetected and need to go loud, make sure the complex is leveled. I know, big change of tone, but it is crucial. We still aren't sure how you are going to get into the main building, but I'm sure something will present itself. Of course, you wouldn't be you if we held your hand every step of the way, would you? Now, we have training simulations set up for both teams. Are there any last minute questions?"

[Mista Slaya]

When no one responded, the Councilor put away his data tablet. "Well, you all have your teams. The training simulations should be in the systems, just load them up." With that, the Councilor went and sat down near the entrance to the training room.