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"As of 1500 this afternoon, we lost contact with Site D of the Cassandra Project. It's purpose is classified. It's location is classified. The very fact that it exists is classified. Every aspect of this mission is, of course, highly classified. I've looked at your file, Team Ajax, so I'm sure all of you are very aware of what this means. No talking about it. No whispering about it. No writing, typing, carving, singing, or whining about it. You were never there; in fact, you don't know where "there" is. Understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Good. Your first objective is simple. We need communications re-established, and since we're not sure what broke, we're sending you in with repair kits and replacements of everything. Radio & phone lines are a secondary objective, your primary objective is the data feed. Our squints need to know what their squints have done.
"Your second objective is somewhat less simple. We need you to sweep the area. Anyone within the outer perimeter is subject to arrest. If they offer any resistance, shoot them. If they have any subconjunctival hemorrhage or any hemorrhagic sialorrhea, shoot them."
"Means bloody eyes or drool," Doc whispered softly.
"Your third objective is to do the same inside the facility. Level A+ hazmat suits and sealed rooms are present in the facility. If you discover anyone not in one or both of them... well you know the deal. Shoot them.
"Specifically, shoot them in the head. Double-tap, when possible. The Sisyphus Factor will keep them going until the brain is destroyed. Fire, water, radiation, poison gas- Congress said they wanted something unstoppable, so the Cassandra Project made unstoppables. Now it's your job to stop them, and before they go anywhere. You all have files giving you specifics related to your duties. I suggest you read them on the way. Oh, and if you get out of there alive, there's a bonus of 15k waiting. I hope that will assure both silence and gratitude."
"Sir, yes sir!"
From the conference room, the Team went immediately to their building. With the deliveries from Central already waiting in the garage, it took them less than half an hour to load their equipment into the lumbering transport they lovingly referred to as the Fun Bus. There would be two jeeps provided on-site, according to the files, but they went nowhere without the Bus.
Of course, the site was in the middle of nowhere, so it was only driven as far as the base's train station. Even going at unsafely high speeds, it took them rest of the night to get there- a fact most of them capitalized on by sleeping right through it. A well-rested team always performed better, after all, and Team Ajax was nothing if not better.
The ride out to the facility was fairly short, with the military rail line passing within ten miles for easy transport. The safe zone was three miles, and as promised, two jeeps were waiting on the road. It was an eerie sight, with dawn just peeking over the horizon and nothing but the whispering grass in sight. The plains looked completely deserted, no sight of civilization aside from the narrow ribbon of road.
"Suit up," The Lieutenant ordered. "I want those jeeps on the road in ten."
"Make it seven!" First Sergeant snapped, "this facility has been compromised for over twelve hours. Every minute could mean a life, most likely ours. Get your asses in those suits, and make sure they're sealed. Class A+ Hazmat is not the sort of thing you fuck around with. We have three and a half hours of air but I, for one, don't want to test the limits. I want to be back in civilization before lunchtime. Understood?"
"Ma'am, yes ma'am!"
Team Ajax is a secret specialist unit, funded under the table by congress and independent of the regular branches of the military. They receive their orders directly from a secret congressional subcommittee dedicated to biochem, nuclear, and genetic warfare. So far, their assignments have been fairly minor. A few transports. A handful of security details at understaffed sites. One slash'n'burn of a shut down facility. Now they have their first real challenge: taking on the Cassandra Project's brainchild, the Sisyphus Factor.
The team is composed of:
LIEUTENANT {NAME} | OPEN | The team's fearless leader. Smart, strong, and well-connected, the Lieutenant has been with Team Ajax since day one. Refusing to show fear, the Lieutenant is the rock of the team, providing the stability and guidance the team needs.
FIRST SERGEANT EDITH KRAUSS | LADY SABINE | Second-in-command, First is directly responsible for the personnel and equipment of the Team. A talented mechanic and driver, the Fun Bus is the only baby she needs. As she hates her name, Edith refuses to answer to anything but First.
{RANK} "DOC" {NAME} | OPEN | A talented {doctor/surgeon/etc.}, Doc entered the team recently and under shady circumstances. Rumor has it that Doc had {her/his} medical license revoked for gross violations of {his/her} employer's ethics clause, but no one wants to ask. Doc seems to enjoy the secrecy, and while {s/he} is friendly and helpful enough, no one knows much about {her/him}.
{RANK} "SPARKY" {NAME} | Electrician, communications, IT guy, and anything else {s/he} needs to be, Sparky is in charge anything with a charge. Sparky is known for making the team laugh, though perhaps not always on purpose.
{RANK} "BOOM-BOOM" {NAME} | The munitions officer, Boom-Boom is well known for {his/her} love of weapons & explosives- the bigger, the better. {S/He} is responsible for keeping the team's arsenal in tip-top shape, a job which most people believe {s/he} enjoys a little too much.
{RANK} "SQUINTS" {NAME} | When it's answers you need, Squints is your {man/woman}. In possession of two doctorate degrees and a thick pair of eyeglasses, {s/he} is the team's expertise on anything and everything not covered by other members, especially classified things {s/he} is probably not supposed to know. Assigned to the team somewhat unwillingly, Squints is really more at home in a library or on a computer than out in the field.
{RANK} {NAME} "CREEPER" | The team's sniper, Creeper has almost superhuman abilities with a rifle and incredible patience. Anything that will potentially involve a long wait and a long shot is {his/her} area of expertise. In addition, Creeper has a mind for strategy and will often advise the Lieutenant on which course of action to take.
AIRMAN FIRST CLASS MALCOLM "PRETTY BOY" STERLING | Son of unnamed movers-and-shakers, Malcolm joined the Air Force through private channels lubricated by wealth and prestige, never passing through boot camp at all. As luck would have it he's an excellent shot with every gun he's tried thus far, as well as being strong and fast and handsome. His position on the team is a bit weak and not helped by his attitude, but there's no denying that he's damned good in combat, when he feels like cooperating.
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