"All of'yah just shut your holes for now, won't be no kill'n if we can help it. Will take longer explain'n than it will ta sort it...things aren't simple." Shutting the group up the Jeep swerves to take cover behind a loading area for the airbase, thinking on the primary issue at hand, the Scotsman motions with his head briefly taking his eyes off the path ahead. "Let the Sleepy American take the Lass, not like he's gonna do piss all else." Turning his attention back the...well open ground. The Warrant Officer lets the officers continue about with their talk or whatever else they had to say.
Suddenly stopping the jeep at a rather cluttered area, the Warrant Officer exchanges a wave with a patrolling Soviet Sergeant in his 30's by the looks of him. "Sokolav, fancy see'n yah ere..seems I lost one of the Colonels pups on yer side O'the Field."
"I can't let you across Here Henderson, you know that...if I see you I have to report it..more so today, I know the pup you are looking for, down by bay 12." The Soviet soldier says in reply, hand on the AK-74 he carried with him, looking a bit gruff and annoyed it seemed he wanted no part what was happening.
"Oi, would ya look at that, somethin' by yer Feet. Well yah can't let me through, I understand..what with yah have'n to see me and the others..wouldn't want that." Reaching into his back pocket and throwing a glass flask as he dismounts from the Jeep the Warrant officer smiles thinly as the Soviet Soldier turns his back to the group, taking his sweet time in picking up the glass bottle.
"My this is a mysterious bottle of...water..ah would you look at that Comrade Warrant Officer, it seems I pulled my back while reaching for this..ah the problems of old age Nyet?, well you get on to patrolling your side."
With the unspoken agreement regardless of how corrupt it was, Henderson has the four across the boundary, as the Soviet Soldier calls in his sector as all clear via a hand radio.
Reaching the named bay, the Warrant Officer while being the most junior member here seems to be calling the shots. "Oi Shinny Bastard take the Jap with yah and give em a right good rumble. Sleepy Head, yah grab the Major, don't care if she bites yah, get er the hell out of ere.. Oi...this ain't good.." Up ahead it seemed the soviet crew men had taken to beating the woman, gagged and bound, though the leader of it, a young male was loosening those bindings in order to move her to the fence. She would need some ice on her after this was all done. That was for sure.
As the Spaniard and Japanese begin their own assault Henderson is slightly amused, as the former remarks on not being as spry as he used to be while punching one of the soviets in the face, and getting a ringing sound as another foolishly punches his armor plate. The Japanese for his part sweeps up and retains two others with a series of Judo style grapples.
This however causes the remaining leader to panic as his two underlings go for wrenches or anything else they had. Taking her up next to him, a screwdriver to the Majors throat a trickle of blood begins to run, with the woman's tears and terrified expression suddenly vanishing. "...Easy there la.." Before he can finish however, the Major quickly arm grips her opponent in the way one was taught to go for a knife, throwing him over her, the soldier lands with a thud, then as suddenly a viscous snap can be heard as force is applied, either breaking or dislocating the soldiers arm.
Applying more force, it seemed she wasn't done, as her cold hard stare settles on the screwdriver. Reaching for it with clear intent, her knees go forward, pressing into his chest, causing more damage. "...you'll all get a turn soon..its fun, games like this.." Raising the spike above the soldiers eye, he suddenly regrets his choice, peering up at that smiling face, a sense of dread fills him.
"Bloody hell! Oi! Yank, grab er ass and run! I'll deal with this..and get that gods damn screwdriva away from her...you two boys go with em..I got this...the lot of you do remember this Land belongs to the United Kindom. Has a Wales, and England, Ireland, though da bastards don't like that, and a Scotland. There is no Soviet Union in it a all..Isn't that right Cap'n!?" Henderson yells to a few shadowy observers from within the hangar.
While the soldiers at first seem defiant, they reluncantly agree, turning their backs with various curses, as the three men do their own given roles. "See to your man..he took a nasty tumble from that railing..you get me..otherwise might round up a few of the boys from Glasgow and Belfast may be pay'n back yer Kindness.." Bowing lightly with a tip of his head, the five were soon back to the base, surprisingly after an initial attempt to fight the American, plus some screaming and yelling, with an occasional face swing, and a bit of a restraint on the part of the Spaniard, the Russian falls asleep. Letting the American return her to her own room with the Spaniards supervision, the Scotsman was glad his part in this was done.
(Will reply to who ever needs it for this "day" otherwise we are jumping ahead. The post might be a bit shit, but I'm tired and want it over with.)
The following day the Colonel pieced most of this together and was none too pleased, however testing was still being done and would continue the next couple of days. With Ebner calling in the unit the following morning. "Greetings Comrades, we have four days remaining and I would like to hear tactical opinions in operating and naming the unit. We cannot fill any possibly used national or UN formations, so I've worked out a basic Wedge formation we'll be using." With Tatiana returning to her job of working the projector, the 12 man unit is split into two teams, 7 to the front, 5 to the rear.
A triangle formation would lead with an element of two on its flanks. So far on the front was Lucia herself on the right rear, Kosuke on the front center, and Rolando on the left. For the corner units, Jack and Erika were paired on the left, while Tatiana and Marvus on the right.
"The frontal unit will act grouped as so, or as tripe or double unit formation as the situation warrants. The Rear unit will always be operational together and contain fire support elements." Now bringing it up, Sam was at the center, flanked by Christopher and Drago, who were in turn flanked by the units two Impact guards Seras and as of now was the same French pilot from before. "This allows the Mobile assets to assist one another while keeping rear firepower on hand to respond...regardless, those of you who have suggestions to add I would like to hear them. If you have none then there is no more to say." With a head nod Tatiana sets the projectors remote down, she herself had nothing to add for now, but would remain.
"And Captain Salamanca, I would like to speak with you when we are done. Other than that, Alcohol rations have been released today, and Henderson seems to have gotten some hamburger meat into the mess for todays meal. Enjoy it. Dismissed."
With that the final few days some of the other pilots would have were on hand.