Minami Yuuna
Shan Yongrui
-Location: China, Beijing
Interaction: Yuuna and Yongrui
- Albeit the slightest hum of the rotor was heard inside the VTOL transportation helicopter. No doubt, there were preliminaries made for this helicopter to be an actual ghost in the air. The auditory magnitude of the rotors were incredibly silent to the naked human ear, or possibly any long-range audio detection devices. Power usage within the helicopter was also quite low, as per' it's other rotary brethern. But, it would likely be up for grounds of dismissal from an aerial intelligence team perspective.
Whilst there was no confirmation of these specs, though they were still practically rabid thoughts inside Yongrui's head. Before they'd left Argus HQ, Yongrui and Yuuna both made haste to change into their multi-camouflage fatigues, lite Plate Carriers, and Tactical Webbing. Shortly after their wardrobe change, they wasted no time getting airborne inside the VTOL. However, they'd been in the air for a good amount of time, and at this point, they were likely closing in on their landing zone; Suddenly, Yongrui raises his voice to speak…
"So, lets talk about our code-words." said Shan Yongrui,
"We have Ordered Steps, in the event of our compromise. Thinking about it, I've come up with two off the top of my head. We will refer to our pilot over radio comms by Blind Meteor, and we'll call for extraction by radioing in, "Silver Gardens" before giving them our Latitude and Longitude. This won't matter if we don't have to hike back up the mountain. However, I like to be prepared." said Shan, at the end of his tirade.
"We'll leave them at that, since it doesn't really matter. But, do you have input left to give?” questioned Shan, now waiting for a response from his coworker.
Yuuna, somewhat occupied with pulling back her hair with an array of bobby pins between her teeth and a nondescript hair tie over her wrist, yaws her head over to face Shan. After a brief moment of contemplation she returns her head to as it was, as she secures her hair in a ponytail and pulls the hair tie over it and begins the process of halving the tie and pulling it over again until firm.
“Other than what we have, the only other codewords I think we’ll need are codewords for initiation of operation stages.” she begins as she wraps the length of the ponytail around the hair tie to pull it behind and out the created center. She begins to repeat this a number of times, reducing the length of the ponytail and increasing the volume of the bun.
“I’m certain command would be interested in gathering statistics on our progress for all sorts of reasons.” After securing her formed bun in place with one hand, she pulls a second hair tie down from her wrist to fix it in place. After a slight push and tug to confirm the bun is set she moves her hands to her fringe to pull it back over her scalp where she then begins to take bobby pins to fix it into place.
After fixing a bun net into place over the bun, Yuuna reaches to her left-thigh trouser pocket to produce a multicam cover, complete with filled pouches for pens and markers on one side and opens it to reveal a larger-than-average hard cover notepad and a series of plastic pockets designed to fit pages about that size. She flips through the plastic pockets until she comes across a cut out page from a newspaper containing horse racer names.
“Dusty Cheyenne for initiation of stage 1, Palace Malice for the initiation of stage 2 and Value Point for stage 3?” she asks, simply reading off random names from the list to act as code-words. Admittedly she already had Palace Malice in mind for stage 2 but the others are randomized.
Shan would’ve been occupied with the fixation of his glasses whilst Yuuna began to talk. To his own knowledge, Shan had worn glasses since he was a child, as bad vision was a commonality in his family. Despite Shan’s best guesses, he couldn’t accurately decipher why he was chosen as an agent for Argus, with his bad eyes. The most likely case would be because it’s an insurance policy if anyone wonders why he wears glasses. He could give them his authentic vision, and they could trace it his lineage, if need be. It was solid. Not to mention the fact that High Command wouldn’t have to expedite resources to ensure Shan’s authenticity. Possibly, this could be apart of a larger plan at scale, or perhaps Yongrui was simply a tool in the tool shed.
As such thoughts were rampant, inside Yongrui’s head. Yongrui then withdrew a shockproof glasses case from the legging of his fatigues. Inside the case, he dabbed two fingers in the contact lenses pool, and proceeded to place the lenses in his eyes. After he had put them in, he began to blink several times, before retaining his normal posture. Yongrui then rose his head to meet the eyes of Yuuna, nodding in agreement to her proposal.
“I’m assuming you’ve already notified Command of these, correct?” questioned Yongrui,
“I’d hate to tell them of these code-words, over communications, as we’re nearing the Area of Operations.”, He commented further,
“Though, hopefully the saddle will provide us with a cloak, as we proceed onward.” he continued, staring blankly at Yuuna with his slightly beady eyes from prolonged use of eyewear.
Yuuna nods once in response as she closes the collection of administrative tools and returns it all to her left trouser pocket.
“Of course.” she replies to the question as she reaches out for her multicam baseball cap beside her and pulls it onto her head now that her bun is sorted out. She briefly looks over her personal kit and attire, her calculating mind refusing to rest unless it’s absolutely certain everything is there: which of course it is, just the same as her many previous checks. Her uniform pockets and her plate carrier carries everything she needs and her personal concealment is in order with the camouflage paint on the back of her hands, the shemagh around her neck and the scrim net resting on her shoulders ready to act as a hood.
Shan would've thrown Yuuna a nod of his own, in response.
“Good.” he mutters, as he begins to scavenge through his equipment, in an effort of his own assurance. Leaning over, he pans his sight to a case perpendicular to him. Flipping open the hatches on the case, he withdraws a well-modified HK 416 from inside the case. Aboard the railing rests a Red Dot Sight, likely intended for mid-long range engagements judging from its length. From a spectator’s perspective, it would appear Shan had done this, since a mountain’s saddle will be plentiful for long-distance engagements. Whilst a foregrip was attached, Shan leant over once more to pick up one more attachment. His silencer. Hastefully, he spun it onto the edge of his barrel, until it was tight, and the miniature sights of the silencer were aligned with his.
Shan would've been wearing a pair of night vision goggles, as the strap had braced the goggles to be just above the forehead. The goggles’ eyes were very dimly lit, with a hint of green so bare. Tucking his chin inward, he brings up a multi-cam shemagh wrapped around his neck like a necklace, and pulls it upward to cover his face, like a bandana.
Yuuna gathers her thoughts to speak further before she’s interrupted with a more averse flying maneuver and the lights in the cabin cutting to be replaced by red. She stands from her seat and grasps the sling of her AWM to pull it over the shoulder of the same side before pacing towards the ramp exit of the VTOL to grasp an overhead handle. At the will of the pilot the ramp opens in front of her, revealing the pilot navigating to present the ramp to the reentrant. With her spare hand she produces her agency-developed sidearm, bearing a silencer fitted to the muzzle.
As the VTOL comes steady, the light turns green.
Yuuna releases the overhead handle and jogs towards the end of the ramp before jumping off and to the ground below. After recovering from her impact she brings her pistol to bear, scanning over the area intently.
Shan would've been on the opposite side, grasping his own handle overhead, as he mentally braces himself for the doors of the VTOL to open. He releases the handle in near unison with Yuuna, and jumps down below. Upon regaining his vertical frame, he covers the opposite side of Yuuna, and rapidly swings his NVGs to be plane-like with his eye sockets. The muzzle of his HK 416 scanning the surrounding perimeter for hostiles and civilians alike.
“Dusty Cheyenne is a go.” he mutters into his earpiece of a radio.
