MAGNA CH 1-A: Project Dessert
 

"Ok, next question. What was project dessert?"

"Project dessert, boy that brings back memories. It was our first official mission."

"Tell me all about it."

"Well, we had gonna and..."

"I want from the start. Everything that led up to it too."

"Alright, but I'll be here for a while."

"Neither of us are going anywhere."

"Well, it all started...

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Peter walked through the halls of the building, and found his way to a doctor's ward. The man walked up to the secretary at the front desk.

"Good day sir. How may I be of assistance mr...."

"Front."

"I'll tell them you're coming."

"Please do. I'll make my own way there."

Front walked through another hallway and made it to a large room. In that room were a group of people, all sitting around a hexagonal table, facing the direction of a map. As soon as the man walked in and shut the door, the people stood up.

"Call and identify. Front, leader of MAGNA."

Each person called out their codenames in turn and at the end, they all put their hands to their hearts in salute.

"At ease."

The group sat down.

"Good news... we have our first mission. It is an infiltration mission on the edge of the Sahara dessert. We have to take out a training core. They build missiles over there and train soldiers in the toughest conditions. Any questions before I start the briefing?"

(OOC: Go introduce your characters etc.)

"Yeah." stated the woman sitting across the table from Front.

"What's the rough idea of how many people we have to face? Is this a wipe or only kill who we have to? Any idea of what geography we and they can work with?"

Elissa was being very blunt with her questions, stating each before he could answer. It'd be the first time the Special Ops infiltrator showed MAGNA how she did things, and she aimed to get the job done.

"Approx 10 000 people will be there, mostly trained soldiers. Easy for people like us huh? I'll point out our objective and key points on this here map, but it's in the dessert, so expect it to be hot in the day and freezing at night. Also, it is a wipe, but we are going to do it slowly. The whole group is going to be in that camp, and we are going to overun it. We aren't just going to destroy it, we are going to make it look like it never existed."

Front smiled at Elissa. She would be invaluable. All of these people were anything except expendable.

"Anything else."

Kim smiled and adjusted her gloves absentmindedly as Elissa got down to business. While the Special Ops woman asked the important questions, Kim was mentally scanning the organization's hangar, trying to decide what vehicle would be the best for transporting the squad.

"No questions here, not yet anyways," she said, airily waving a gloved hand. "All I need to know is how well they monitor the skies, and what their aerial patrol is like, but I assume you'll cover that in debriefing."

Thus saying, Kim's thoughts returned to her precious hangar. She was pretty sure that she had a military transport aircraft ready to go at that very moment, if the others didn't mind parachuting to the ground. Otherwise, she had a dual-propellor helicopter she could get ready, if they didn't mind walking a longer distance. Hmmm.... And then there was the new jet...

"A couple more. What kind of weapons do you expect them to be using? Not that I intend to get shot, but we need to know what kind of body armor we need. And are they equipped with any kind of armor? Armor piercing needed or not, basically."

Elissa laced her fingers and sat up, resting her chin against her knuckles as her sharp, green eyes stared down the leader.

Jessica signaled her question with a flick of her index and middle finger, two fingers who were strangely empty in serious situations like this.

"So Front, any special conditions? Restricted weapons, support, ectera? I mean, gotta be something, else they'd just hit this thing with a couple of cruise missles." she said.

"10,000 people? Fuck. I'm gonna need something big for this..." Jessica didn't really like the idea of a sweep, it felt too much like a job for the real military. Still, MAGNA wasn't bound by NATO or Goverment bullshit, which probably kept them from doing anything. Still, Jess' specialty was killing single or small groups of people really well, not hundreds of trainee soldiers.

"First time for everything, eh? Desert's gonna be hard on several types of guns... Better think about breaking out that old Kalishnokov of mine..."

Thomas leaned back in his chair, his eyes covered in sunglasses, even while indoors.

"How tough could they honestly be? The people are bakers and ice cream makers."

He got some strange looks from the others.

"He said 'dessert', right? So they can't be all that bad. Hell, we could just pick up some cupcakes while we're there."

Even more strange looks.

"Wait...did he mean 'desert'? Oh, well that's a different story."

"Heh, well Scope, I doubt they grow ice-cream in the sahara, if that's what you mean." Jessica said at Tom's rather poor attempt at a joke.

"After all, it wouldn't be very good ice cream. Baking might be easier, though."

Thomas shrugged.

"I'm a sniper, not a stand-up comedian. You want the gems, go look up The Kings of Comedy."

He leaned back more in his chair, his foot on the edge of the table to hold him up.

"Though I could really go for some cookies right about now..."

Choop's gaze traveled over the women of the group through his sunglasses and came to rest on Front. He wanted to make a piece of cake joke, but kept it to himself.

The desert meant heat, which meant sweat, which meant being very uncomfortable for the duration of this act of genocide. Well, everyone except him, and possibly the driver. He thanked himself for choosing the profession he did. Although, he'd tote along his firearms just in case.

He raised his hand.

"So what should I bring on this field trip? You want the whole smash, or should my palm pilot suffice?"