Brandon was dressed up in his usual attire for military common living. Basically just a olivegreen tank-top with brown cargo pants, his dog tags around his neck, light brown combat boots, and a black watch. It was pretty revealing of his gentle brown skin but it just let him know he was still breathing. Be able to feel was what he loved more than anything, since it reminded him he was human. Whether it be pain of not, it helped. For the whole moment, Brandon was trying to figure out what the situation with the sickness was. They've had several men put into the infirmary because of it.
"Brandon!" called out a woman to his far left. It was Jenny, his squad's sniper of the group. She was the best marksman in the Special Forces. Jenny coul pick off an enemy at any distance and take your head of without looking."You've called in by the Colonal, sir." she said as she saluted him. "Thanks I'll see him now." he replied.
Brandon wasn't one for seeing the Colonal unless it had something series by it. With everything happening on in Fairfield, he started to think. Did this have something to do with the Green Flu? Hopefully not, but if he was wrong and the Colonal was right. Then Brandon would have to be prepared for the on coming mission. The common procedure for handling a conversation with the Colonal was to sit down, shut up, and don't argue. Other wise you can call yourself "Disavowed." He went up a flight of stairs and made a left to nter the Colonal's quarters.
"You needed to see me sir?" he said holding his hands behind his waist.
"Brandon, an informant we've placed in Fairfield has reported back to us with... vital, information about the so called "Green Flu." The Colonal walked over to the window and looked out at the Air-field for the jets and planes. He watched as soldier ran back and forth, training hard for a mission. Meanwhile, he tuned back and slid a file across his desk to Brandon. When he picked it up, he had the idea on what to do. "The information he contains will be of great importance, so retieving it is important. You and your team will be deployed in the next 3 hours. I want you all armed and ready, you got me?"
"Yes sir," he replied with a salute. After a few minutes of walking back to the commons; Brandon met up with his squad-mates. Jenny-codename Crow- the sniper, Danny-codename Shell Shock- the demolisionist, Sarah-codename Brick- the heavy, and Joe-codename Wraith- the stealth sapecialist. He went into the back and started arming up with his usual packaging. A five-seven handgun with a muzzle silencer, red dot, and laser pointer. For harder fights, an M4 with an ACOG attachment. They may be going on a recovery mission, but the Colonal's report said they would be deployed at night and something hostile might be running around. Jenny grabbed an MK MOD11 sniper rifle, Danny took hold of SPAS-12 and a SMAW rocket launcher, Sarah always loved her M249 SPRAW, and Joe was kinda simple since he took a SCAR-L with him. They were like the Colonal required, armed to the teeth. They had on their armor and ammunition, so all that was left was the following three hours.
"Gentlemen, let's get a mission done. Only engage hostiles if needed, but lets keep it clean for now."