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Wielder was sitting in the recliner in his CHU, watching TV, when a small alert appeared on the screen, signaling a new mission's availability. He pressed a button on his remote, which turned the Television into a mission center. He selected the new mission, and read the details of it. Apparently, it was a VIP Escort mission, in which they would be guarding a politician in his attempt to create peace with another nation. It had a medium risk of combat, and relatively high Pay. Wielder hit the Accept button, and changed out of his Civies to his Hakama. He donned his shin guards and General's Cape, and began walking down to the hangar. The Mission stated that the jet would need to leave around 1300 hours, and it was already 1230.

Alex opened his eyes as a rather loud bell tone invaded his ears. Dropping his feet from his desk, he flopped forward and pushed a button on the top of his desk. The ebony-coated section of the desk ground upright, rising out of the desk like a monolith from the sands of time. A display flickered to life, even as Alex prodded it with a gloved finger.

It beeped and hummed quietly to itself as it booted up, a rich, deep purple washing over the screen to be replaced by the GML logo. Tapping it impatiently, the display swirled in in on itself like a whirlpool and up popped a envelope. Thus tapped also, it opened and a digital letter slid out and centered on the screen. Reading the e-mail through, one of the merc's eyebrows raised as he shut down the program and slammed the black desktop back into the depression, before crossing the room, his feet gliding silently over the plush carpet before throwing open a teak wardrobe. Inside hung not clothes, but weapons of all kinds. Ballistic, laser, close-combat, explosive, placed, fused, detonated, manned and un-manned, and a plethora of attatchments for all.

Selecting a choice four of the array, Alex tossed them onto a nearby chair with a negligent flip of the hands, and shrugged himself into the bodysuit he wore under his tactical vest. Turning to the chair, Alex slid a compact pistol into a holster, a SIG P220, along with a silencer, a SCAR-H was slung around his chest, kitted out with a variable power scope for short, medium, and long range combat, as well as a laser sight. Picking up the sword that lay on the chair next, Alex twirled it and drove it into the sheath he had strapped to his tac vest. The tassel bounced off of Alex's hair as he bent to pick up a number of grenades and explosives, tucking these into pockets around his body. Turning to the door, Alex stroked his soul patch before striding out the room, bowling over a mercenary and heading off to the Hangar.

Sony was withing the hangar working on his custom Pavelow, which had needed repairs and upgrades after his last mission. He was covered in grease and oil but that had no effect on his productivity, considering it was his hobby to work on his chopper. After installing titanium blades onto the heli, the dashboard monitor inside the heli began to light up and beep, signifying that someone was trying to contact him.

Hearing the beeps, Sony jumped from the top and into the cockpit before tapping the screen, opening the message and revealing the details for a new mission. He then clicked Accept and went towards the back of the heli before hitting another button revealing a sharp black suit a separate battle outfit and his three swords. He then hit another button and climbed into a chamber before exiting looking fresh and armed. His other outfit had been packed into a duffel bag and readied. He then went to his chair and waited for the others to arrive.

Wielder arrived at the designated jet, to see a couple of people already there. Namely, K', Sony, Alex, and a new recruit by name of Kain. There was only five minutes left until they needed to take off. He was glad to see everyone in battle attire. As he got closer, he addressed his friends, "Hey, everyone. I'm going to assume that this is it. We need to get going, so everyone in the jet." He stepped up the small stair flight, and inserted himself into the cockpit. When everyone was on board, he hit a button that closed the door, and radioed flight control.

"Golf-Mike-Lima Two Two Seven, aircraft type Tango-Romeo-Echo-India-Alpha, TREIA prepared for launch on mission... Twenty Seven, Three, Twenty, Ten. Carrying five mercenaries. Clear?"
The Radio Operator's clear, feminine voice filled the cabin. "GML227, type TREIA, cleared for launch. Note, now carrying five of five acceptants. Now sending mission details, including local schematics and maps, and personnel expected. Review en route. Approximate flight time, two hours. Destination, Arryon, Migu. It is a town on the border."
"Thanks, Aria. I'm en route to runway, and will be wheels-up in 120."

He maneuvered the jet aircraft to the runway. He could hear seat belts buckling behind him, and donned his. Turning his head somewhat so that they could hear, upon reaching the runway, he told them all simply, "Hang on!" To a degree, it was most aimed at Kain, who wasn't used to the high-velocity launches. Moments after, a clicking sound came from outside. Wielder sat back in his seat, and was pushed against it with the force of just over three G's as the craft was catapulted into the air.

Soon after, the craft was on autopilot, heading to Arryon, Migu. Wielder hit a button that brought up the digital briefing table, and turned around in his chair. He began the briefing.

Sony loved the thrill of the high velocity takeoffs though he hadn't thought so the first time around, though, after hearing the yelp from the new guy. After the plane had effectively become stable he listened intently to Wielder's briefing.

Wielder brought up a map of the border town the Mission would be based in. Arryon had no skyscrapers or towers, it was mostly three stories and below. Right through the middle of it, a wide river flowed strongly. "We're going to meet up with the package, one Senator Gavin, in this building at the far end of town. A Car will likely be sent for us. We will NOT take it. Cars offer up vulnerability: They create blind spots, and they take time to maneuver. I can make a portal that'll get us more than close enough. Now. The meeting point will be this bridge. It's been secured by police of both nations, and every square inch of it inspected thoroughly. All buildings within view have been secured for the meeting. Meaning, any offender will need to be armed well enough to kill, or at least disable, three people, including the package.
After the meeting, we escort the package back to the building where we first met up with him. If we deem it necessary for his protection, we will protect him on his way back to the capital. If, at any time, we fall under attack against a force we can't defeat, our escape protocol is to portal back to the jet and G-T-F-O with the package, and get him back to the Capital. If we can, however, we need to make sure that the deal goes through.
So that's it. Meet em, walk em down, guard em, walk em back. Things get shaky, eyes on me. Questions?"

Kain nodded in agreement to K's statement, turning his head to Wielder. " Alright some high official Fat Cat needs a guard, and we are at the beck and call? This is the French Mob all over again." he sighed hevaily in discontent. He meant no disrespect, just reminiscing of days before, back when all he did was guard officials and "wack" politicians.. The Mercs saved him from prison time, something any pretty boy would fear. He owed what he had to them, and if that meant guarding this man then that was that. He shrugged as he ran the possibilities of the mission through his head, all the while humming the tune of the Cantando Opera