[Metal Joe d20 Modern] No Rest for the Nameless [PG-17]

[Krizzel]

Los Angeles…

“On my team, we always win, Borokowski! You got that?” the sandy-blond-haired soldier yelled to Drew as he extended an arm to help him up into the helicopter. “This is Arashikage,” he went on without waiting for an answer, jerking his thumb at Robert while Drew got strapped in, “one of your six new best friends.”

“Kick it into overdrive, Oney!” the soldier yelled up into the cockpit after hooking back in to his own safety harness. Without another moment’s wait, the big chopper lurched off the roof, thumping its way off into the night sky.


Las Vegas…

The young lieutenant led Ben out to a waiting, unadorned humvee, hopping into the back seat after holding the door for his charge. “Okay Private,” he told the driver, who peeled away from the casino with an acknowledging ‘yessir.’ The lieutenant took out his PDA again, checking it nervously and glancing at his watch. “I think we’ll make it on time,” he sighed, wiping his forehead and glancing at Ben as the light truck sped off towards the airport.


Yosemite…

The soldier waved at Harvey with a dismissive hand, then offered it to him to help him climb up into the plane-turned-helicopter. “That’s Sergeant Major, Sergeant. I ain’t no officer,” he explained, rather thankfully.

“I’m sorry Miss,” he then called to Harvey’s fiancée as the craft started to lift off. “We’ll try and have him back soon, and in one piece!”


Washington State…

“Oh, it’ll be a couple of hours, Sergeant,” Lieutenant Thompson remarked. “Though, if you can stand a couple of more gees…”

The jet’s afterburners flared brightly as it rocketed southward.

 

[Krizzel]

September 2nd, 2015
0130 hours, Washington time
Carlsberg AFB, Allen Island, California

The half-darkened briefing room was empty aside from the six soldiers sitting or standing there, now dressed in fatigues instead of their civilian clothing. No one knew much yet of what was going on – only that they’d been told to shave, shower, get dressed, and then wait here…

[introduce yourselves (or not) as you like - someone will be along shortly ]

 

[Jemal]

Ben nodded as he looked around the room "Hi, kids, I'm Seargent Smith, call-sign Zeus." Said the older man. "I'm assuming we're all here for some reason, so why don't we figure out each others specialty so we're not wasting any time with questioning each other when the briefing gets under way?" He says with the matter-of-fact air of someone who's used to being listened to; not because he's in charge, but because he's usually right.
"My specialties are tactics+explosives, but not always in that order." He smiles and looks around "So, who's next?"

 

[perivas]

The large, muscular figure with gorilla arms looks over the five others. Seeing that everyone else is silent after Ben's comments, he volunteers to be next. "The name's Drew Borokowsky. A.K.A. Evac. Heavy Machine Gunner and Medic. Next." He begins to light up a cheap, stinky cigar and holds it in his teeth, smiling to all.

 

[garyh]

Robert spoke up next. "I'm Sgt. Robert Arashikage, codename Silent Snake. My speciality is not being seen." As soon as he finished speaking, he faded back into the shadows.

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Before you stood a man dressed in all black BDUs. He had a short goat-tee and a long black "do-rag" on his head. He was well muscled, lean and graceful.

He shook the hands that where offered and simply nodded to the others.

"J.D. McConnell, call-sign Wraith. I specialize in infiltration, target elimination, and short range sniping....wetworks", the last part he added with a slight grin.

He cracked his nuckles. "Anyone know why we are here?"

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

[BUMP]

Just in case you guys lost the thread.

 

[Krizzel]

“You’re here because we don’t have anyone better, McConnell.” The same soldier who picked up Robert and Drew earlier stood in the doorway, hands on his hips as he surveyed the group with a careful eye. His eyes, now free of their sunglasses, were hazel and hard, buttressed by his square jaw and no-nonsense countenance. “Welcome to Tango Bravo.”

He strode into the room without another word, heading straight to the table at the head of the room, with the young lieutenant and the large dark-skinned soldier following behind. The lieutenant sat down and set a briefcase on the table, opening it and organizing the contents, while the big soldier began handing out PDAs to the assembled group.

“Sit down, soldiers,” the blond-haired, square-jawed soldier commanded. “The next fifteen minutes is probably the only rest you’ll see in the next few days.” He came to stand in front of the team, clasping his hands behind his back and looking each of them in the eye. “We don’t have time for better introductions – the Brass specifically wanted Team Bravo for this mission, so we had to expedite matters.”

“I am Major Anderson, code name Mad Dog, your new CO*. This here is Lieutenant Hauser,” he informed, pointing to the young lieutenant at the table who looked up briefly with a small smile. “And this is Sergeant Major Tyrell, your command NCO**,” he went on, nodding to the dark-skinned soldier. “He used to be a marine, so if you call him ‘Gunny’ it’ll make him real happy.”

The Major’s face turned more serious. “Now, I know you’re all familiar with this next bit, but Presidential Order requires the formality…

Arashikage, Robert T. Code name Silent Snake…
Borokowski, Drew C. Code name Evac…
McConnell, Jonathan D. Code name Wraith…
McCormick, Harvey. Code name Blaster…
Oney, Gerrard. Code name Snow Crane…
Smith, Benjamin J. Code name Zeus…

You have been asked to join the Special Counter-Terrorism Unit, Sub-team Bravo. This unit does not exist. Furthermore, the following briefing and the subsequent mission do not exist. If you are stranded, captured, or killed, your country, comrades, and your President will disavow all knowledge of you and your mission. You will not be rescued. If there is any difficulty with this, you are asked to speak up now.”

Mad Dog looked over the six soldiers for a long moment, then nodded at their silence. Now, with that BS*** out of the way, this is my team. And on my team, we all go home or nobody goes home. Is that clear?” he barked. “And if nobody comes home you can bet your eternal soul that I’ll come out there and kick every one of you into a pile of snot for being late! You got me?”



* Commanding Officer
** Non-Commissioned Officer
***

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

“You’re here because we don’t have anyone better, McConnell.”

Wraith responded with only the slightest grin of appreciation.

You got me?

"Yes Sir."

Wraith was used to not existing. After all, his particular brand of government service wasn't something that was shown on CNN....ever. Countless COs had made it clear that it never would be.

 

[garyh]

"Yes, sir!" replied Silent Snake.

Robert was used to affiliations no one was to know about...