The petite commander walked towards the taskforce, long brown hair, 5'3, 5'4, she looked out of place with the desert eagle holstered on her hip. "Hello Boys." She said in a thick Texas accet, trilling her r's. "Ma'am." they said in unison. "Welcome, You are Taskforce 141. You are the best assembled army taskforce we have ever seen, you are all ex-special forces, and Proffessional at what you do. You are not at boot camp anymore! Everything out there wants to kill you and eat your eyes for Ju-Ju beans!." Nothing like an old fashioned safety brief to keep you on edge, Jake thought.
Jake looked around him. They were all as good of fighters as him... Wow. I mean, the cold war, that was some mean bush, iraq, also hard, but this. What was this? He loaded his d'eagle clip and shoved it into the gun. He checked his ACR, it was clean and fully loaded. "Boys," the commander said, "you ready?"
They all climbed into four highspeed land mobing vehicles. "Grab four grenades each and five stun grenades, GO GO GO!" the seargent at arms shouted. "Sir, what are we going against?" the corpral asked. "I don't know." Jake said as he checked his pistol clip on the truck. The truck rode on for around 3 hours, then stopped outside an overun army base. "Delta squadron, this is your stop." the commander said as Jake's specialists Vaulted the ramp. "Private," Jake said looking at ice, "Set up a sniper position with the seargeant around 2 clicks from here." "Seargent, go with her. SAA™ you and the rest of the squad are with me, watch eachothers back." SAA™- Seargent at arms.