“Welcome to Tempest.” Sgt. Linn greeted Zdislav “The beaches are nice, the sun is bright, and Patterson cooks a mean breakfast. Only downside is all the women are packin’ assault rifles.” He gave Athena a joking smile before turning back to the Czech operative. “Sergeant Dallas Linn.” He introduced himself. After a moment, he returned to reading his book. It was far from an interesting read, but it killed time, and they had more time to kill than bad guys at Camp Tempest.
He looked up when he heard the captain shout, noted the urgency in his command, and immediately jumped to his feet to follow. He left his book and half finished food on the table and headed to the HQ after Huscarl. He could come back for the book later, if not, so be it, there were more books in the world. Selecting one of the seats in the HQ, he leaned back and made himself comfy. Linn sat silent and attentive during the briefing, taking in the details of the operation, taking mental images of the maps and objectives, and occasionally glancing over at his teammates to make sure they were doing the same. He noted a few questions he would need to ask the captain afterwards, the most important of these being if they would have access to ECAS in the event of someone being severely wounded. The longer Linn looked at the AO, the more he thought how easily the operation could turn into a bloodbath.
The first equipment Linn checked was his Medical Aid Bag. He carefully scanned the contents of the bag, making sure every single item was neatly organized and nothing was missing. It contained the standard bandages and tourniquets each of his fellow operator’s first aid kits contained in addition to supplies that they did not have the training to use effectively or safely. Saline IV, morphine, combitube..., he slowly went over the list in his head. After going over it twice, everything seemed to be satisfactory, and he turned to his squadmates.
“Friendly reminder. If anyone takes a hit, I want to hear about it. I don’t care if you think you can tough it out; the last thing we need is someone passing out mid-op because they thought they stopped the bleeding.” Linn didn't expect anyone to make a mistake as simple as not calling “Medic!” when they got shot, but it had happened before and was not something he wanted to repeat. After making sure his team had heard him, he turned to his rifle. It was laid out in front of him with its standard loadout: a 4x zoom RCO, R2 suppressor, and AN/PEQ-15 targeting laser. He swapped the RCO for a Close Combat Optic (CCO) before a grin spread on his face. It was about time they had something to do, and he could already start to feel the pre-mission jitters.
