Rogue Ops Ch. 1
 

Erik slowly walked through the corridors of Malf base in Arizona. He had been assigned here by General Muttai and was to take a look at his squad. His boots made soft thuds on the tile with each step he took. the thuds echoed off the cream colored walls. He kept a stern face as he approached the door. He walked into the room and was glad to see he was the first one. At least I now appear to be a good leader he thought to himself. He then stepped over to the other side of the room and looked out the window which viewed the runway. The sun was out and the sky was a baby blue. He watched a prototype helicopter began to spin it blades and it soon made the loud noise which he had grown acustomed to. Thwump. Thwump. Thwump. Then It turned silent he stood sort of awestruck for a moment but then regained composure. He looked at the terrain for it may be a long time before he sees it again. It was a desert. Nothing but red dirt and cactus but it was still his home world, and nothing could be better than this planet. He turned around slowly when he heard the door open and there stood Colonel Graffirt, the man who heads this base. "Erik, its good to see you again. Look you got it pretty lucky for what you're doing. You don't have to report to anyone for your actions out there. Ok? But if you get caught we know nothing of what you're doing. Understand" the Colonel said gravely. Erik nodded he had heard this speech a hundered times before and not once did he get caught, but this time it wasn't just him it was an entire group.

Tor Erik was mostly an annoyance to the chief of command, which also was the reason that he never would gain any ranks over private, or maybe 1. class private... He didn't know and didn't care, he just knew that his job was to get in unnoticed and let the others in after he had cleaned the are a bit.
He didn't have any more time to think of it though he opened the door and did a sloppy presentation.

-Cap'n... The group has arrived.

She sto
Grace was glad to have dressed for the season, as even though the combat uniform she had was very slimming, it would have had her sweating like a pig in this desert. She strode down the long hallway, noting a helicopter taking off somewhere nearby. As she neared the door to the unit commander's office, she couldn't help but laugh once more at the 23 and 26 year old men ogling her. Should I just write "jailbait" on my forehead? She looked into the half open door of the office, seeing a very big kid filling the doorway. She thought Tell me that's the demo guy..., and entered the room, standing at full attention, and saluting the unit commander
1st lieutenant melee specialist Grace Burgett reporting, sir

Behind the huge man Vinny entered the room decked out in all sorts of pouches. He looked around the room at all the larger men and smirked . <I guess that it'll be just one more place to prove my worth> He thought to himself. All his life he had been ridiculed for his small size. But he had the feeling once he took out an installation or two he'd get his respect quick. He sat down slumped against the wall and pulled out his knife. He began looking it over and tested the sharpness on his thumbnail.

When the larger boy stepped in he barely gave him a look. They were all the same, muscle-bound idiots that couldn't comprehend that a little kid could stab you just as well as a big one.

"Hey," he said in his thick, unnaturally deep italian voice "how you find ou' what the hell we're supposed to be doin' in this joint big man?"

quick note: You're in a room with a big guy and a girl

Stover walked into the room behind Vinny, humming a little tune, and generally not acting like a well trained sniper should, bobbing his head in time with his little tune. He had his rifle on his back, his USP on his right leg, and his huge .50 cal Magnum on his left hip.

"Oh shit, are you the com..." he said, looking at the commander, "...Corpral Stover Bourne reporting."

"Hey tony, so I guess you're in charge of this joint, eh?" He said to the commander nonchalantly. He grudgingly stood up and looked at him. "So I guess I'm supposed to make some kind of introduction eh?" He said grinning to himself. "My name's Vinny, I think they called me a "demolitions expert" or something. I just know that if it needs to go boom you ask me and I'll make it happen Big T 'kay?"

Is this everyone?
Grace wondered aloud, smirking as she hooked her thumbs behind the straps of the small black backpack she was wearing and pretended to look around.

Stover quitely whispers "Jailbait..."

"Hey, Big Mikey. I've heard that the politeness with which a man treats a lady is directly proportional to how big his dick is." Vinny said smirking.
He hefted his short, wiry body up and walked over to her and looked up at her. "Vinny, pleasure to meet you." He said in his unnaturally deep voice, extending a hand out to her. "May I have the pleasure of your name?"