[vinnmun]

Flak nods, "I think we are good....for now." He leaps onto his feet and stretches a bit, "I too need to get a couple of things for this job." He leaves and follows Crow to the Armory to get a subvocal mic.

[SeriousOne338]

As the meeting wraps up final documents are uploaded to your comlinks as you head out the briefing room door. The main documents are listed as the pay scale, the motor pool vehicle requisition, and the location of a local safe house.
 
++++++ Company  Memo 195 Operation; Ammo Dump +++++++
Pay Scale:  12,000 with an additional 6,000 hazard pay if you see combat. *a small part of you thinks hey when have we ever not seen combat on these missions*
Motor Pool Requisition: Hummer loaded with 5 cases of MRE’s ( http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/121426/121426,1251658074,1/stock-photo-isolated-army-hummer-36175999.jpg )
Safe House: An unused hanger adjacent to the airports tarmac.


Those that go into the armory are able to go through old scrap bin of parts should they need some new upgrades. These are in the scrap bin so they’re old beat up and bulky but should do the job. Also the quarter master has you sign out the 5 cases of MRE’s plus 50 gallons of additional fuel for your Hummer.

In the motor pool you find the Hummer it’s a standard company vehicle with a three large Random Encounters INC. logos one on the hood, and the others on the doors. Now comes the part that you as a team either loves or hates, each company vehicle has an assist “AI” (not a real AI but something that’s near sentient.) the one that keeps getting issued to your group is Merlin. Once the vehicle heats up Merlin comes on line “good morning team 5, I see your down one member, correct my condolences on Digit’s passing.  How may I be of assistance? Shale I run system diagnostic? Arm system’s turret?”
(There is a single exterior turret on the roof armed with a stoner MMG, WARNING because Merlin is not an actual AI he perceives all no company personnel as enemy targets and has been known to shoot at anything that moves.)

Crow takes the driver’s seat and says no to Merlin’s help with driving the last time that happened he nearly pancaked Meat with the hummer. Meat takes the back seat and lays out his ordnance in case of a firefight, while Flak takes shotgun. Crow drives the Hummer out of the motor pool across the complex and out the front gates. Out on the tarmac the company’s C130 sits idling, it takes about ten minutes to load up and locked down 
The pilot comes on the open comlink with a slight Aussie accent “This is your Pilot speaking Pigeon, we’ll be going through our final safety check. In the event of a water landing you’re all screwed so there yeah we’re done. Flight time is about 6 hours so sit back and relax” 6 hours  23minutes, 1 MRE and 3 pee breaks in the small aircraft head and Pigeon comes on the speakers again. “Right we’re inbound on final approach, if you look out the right side of the aircraft that’s an RPG I just dodged seems the locals are frisky.”
During final approach the C-130 rocks and jumps as small arms fire tries to takeout the massive aircraft, Merlin deciding to help with the mood starts playing Staying Alive. Soon the bullets stop zipping by and you’re on the ground but merlin keeps up with the music. Twenty minutes later you’ve unloaded in the field operation base. With a quick good bye Pigeon and his C-130 takes off and heads to the Caribbean League airport off shore and out of the Hostile area.


So there are some things you can do on the airfield :
-   There is a small Aztland Defense force there you could question
-   Start off for the Barracks attack
-   Or the Step pyramid
-   Get lunch at the airport.

[vinnmun]

Flak rubs his temple as he remembers the many hazards of Merlin, he ain't magical for one thing when it comes to assisting. He was pretty decensortized when it comes to combat and situations he can't control; being around for as long as he has, has helped. The music faded in the background for him when Merlin, good ole Merlin, try to help. He had his sword sheathed with the scabbard on his back, his HK slung across his chest. He was wearing his corporate vest and his personal helmet, he was all about the look when it comes to company wear and procedures, being in a couple other small security companies prior.

Once they touched down, and were in the field operations base he finally speaks, "I vote the temple, I think there's more of a time constraint with that than the barracks."

[HydroRaven]

Throughout the flight, Crow reviewed the documentation on his commlink. Over prepared always sounded better than underprepared to Lurking Crow.

“Right we’re inbound on final approach, if you look out the right side of the aircraft that’s an RPG I just dodged seems the locals are frisky” says Pigeon. Crow follows with a quick "Seems promising for our combat bonus..." to the rest of the team, directing a sly smile towards Meat.

At Flak's statement, Crow answers "Alright, we could do the temple first, but lunch comes second then."

[Ympulse]

Taking the time to sling himself into his gyromount, Meat attaches his MG and sets himself in for the ride to the temple, hearing Crow and Flak decide where they need to go.

"Ready to go whenever you two are"

Meat never really saw the point in wearing the company vest unless absolutely necessary. His re-patched UCAS combat utility fatigues were good enough, and didn't make the Gyromount any more awkward than it already was.

"And Merlin, I'll take care of the supporting fire. Don't take over unless I say so."

Meat really didn't want to have a re-enactment of their last trip to the Amazon.

[vinnmun]

"You know me," he responds to Crow, "I like to work an appetite." Flak likes to pack light, so not only does he have his weapons, but his pack with all his B&E and climbing gear minus his chameleon suit.

[HydroRaven]

"Before we head out" says Crow, as he gets into the driver's seat of the hummer, "I think we should go pay a short visit to the base's CO, just to let him know we're here and start off on the right foot. We don't want them to think we're cowboys coming to run their show, right Meat?"

Crow puts his gear in the back of the hummer, having what he needs on his person (a few plastic restraints, his foci, armour on).

[Ympulse]

"We don't want them to think we're cowboys coming to run their show, right Meat?"

Meat snorts and gives a chuckle.

"Peh, if they could run their show, we wouldn't be here. You smoothies and your talking. Couldn't hurt. I like having friends when the drek starts flying."

[vinnmun]

"Doesn't matter to me, but I like ruffling up some feathers myself." he chuckles along with Meat.

[HydroRaven]

"So it's decided then, we'll stop by and quickly greet the CO on our way to the pyramids." Crow starts the car, plots the destinations through Merlin and heads to the barracks as soon as everyone is ready.

[SeriousOne338]

After getting off the Transport and setting up base camp, a small tent pitched in a hanger with three cots, and box of medical equipment. All the while Merlin is playing “we built this city”, to help, but meat has turned down the volume. Next stop is to speak with the Commander of the Airport garrison, merlin has located him in a building adjacent to the control tower. Crow starts driving, passing through two security checkpoints and arriving at the command “bunker”. The bunker was a small mechanical building that’s been fortified sandbags, metal, and concrete barricades. Parking your vehicle in a small parking lot, the team gets out and heads into the command bunker. Two things you notice immediately large numbers of wounded, the active soldiers look young and unprepared.  When you reach the command your not impressed, “Commander Gale Steiner” is a blond Human in her early twenties on her armor you see an ROTC badge. She’s flustered and trying to keep things together looks like whatever is going on in the city it’s taken its toll on the local garrison. “What, who are you people. What are they doing in my operations room?!” She yells at a guard, “I don’t have time for this. Tell me what you want and I’ll listen, you got 5 minutes” As the sounds of a gunfire starts up outside.


It does not look good, everyone in the base is walking wounded they’re mostly ROTC students and youth militia, the situation is bad.

[Ympulse]

Meat looks about the command post, nothing but green recruits and the bloodied. They'll be overrun by the end of the day without reinforcements. At the ROTC commander's yelling, Meat could only grin. Incompetence breeds incompetence, it seems.

"Yelling at allies is the best way to lose them, 'cept for shooting at them." Meat points to the contractor patch on his uniform.  "We're just checking in, letting you know that we're operating in your AO. Callsign is RE5. We'll be monitoring your net. Aside from the obvious, anything we should know about?"

[vinnmun]

Flak just stands besides Meat, he too was not so thrilled with the verbal attack by the human and chuckled to himself about it. He begins to listen intentively. Looking around the op room, taking whatever he can in, seeing if there are anything visible that can help the team or might help.

Intuition + Perception + Visual Spec + Vision Enhancement Looking around (11d6.hits(5)=4)

[HydroRaven]

Lurking Crow smiles politely at Gale. He quickly looks at Meat before saying, "As my colleague elegantly put it, we are the contractors sent to investigate the recent events. We will be going through the Mayan pyramid and the barracks where the attacks took place, as well as around the base here and possibly make contact with the locals. I trust that we have clearance to access these sites?"

Crow then actively looks around, assensing the commander and trying to evaluate their magical defenses

Assensing 4 + Intuition 3 (7d6.hits(5)=3) and Perception 2 + Intuition 3 (5d6.hits(5)=1)

[SeriousOne338]

Gale, you can’t picture her as a commander being a ROTC student two days ago rolls her wrist and activates her comlink.  It takes about a minute for her to find the transfer document and orders then you can literal see her eyes scroll down the document and come to a decision.
“Orders from command, we are to give you free passage through checkpoints and unhindered whatever your job is for the next 96 hours. After that your contract expires and the Azltan army will not give any further assistance. As for your operation do what you came for and get out, the city is a hot bed we’re only able to hold the airport reliably until relief forces make it here next week.“
The room rocks as the building takes another hit from some kind of large munitions, the comlink on the table screeches as someone calls in artillery to retaliate.
“Look I have my hands full, GreenWar is making a play for this city and I can’t let that happen. They’re hitting us from the North West, leave via the east gate it’s quite right now.”
Once outside the bunker your hummer is still in one piece but some of the other cars are a smoking wreck. Merlin reports that a small size mortar round went off nearby but the hummer is ok, he reports the wish to be somewhere else right now. Packing back into the hummer you make your way out the east gate and onto the city streets. Being not an Aztlan Military vehicle thanks to those massive Icons from Random Encounters you don’t take any fire from the locals and start heading toward the downtown sector and the site of the first terrorist attack. The close you get to the site there is less and less people, soon it’s like a ghost town and them only sound is from the hummers engine. Merlin unasked begins randomly tracking windows with the auto turret and designating possible sniper places on the hummers map. Crow notices that the safety is still on, but you get the feeling that Merlin is getting nervous for a no sentient computer program. 
As the hummer turns right into a massive park that surrounds the step pyramid, the first thing you notice is the bodies. The ground is littered with dead, burned shot, clawed, chewed, and blown away. Merlin reports that there is three, no four EMS vehicles on the site but from the looks they’ve been heavily damaged. Soon the cries of crows and vultures can be heard and you notice the masses of moving feathers among the dead. Flies are also in abundance whatever happened here it looks like no-one wanted to come back for the fallen.


The commander is defiantly magical, probably a shaman.