Looking around the helicopter, Chris began to think why such a large task force had been mustered for a single mission. His calm gaze steadily analysed his team-mates. Charles Dobson [everyone just called him by his surname] was sitting to his left. Dobson was a new operative with the BSAA. His jet black hair reflecting a little light onto his uniform, which was gleaming as any rookies uniform would be.
Jennings sat to his right. Although he was eighteen he had already been working with the BSAA for about a year. Jennings had a mischievous attitude [ because of this he had already been kneed in the groin be Jill] and was always in trouble with Chris but always 'got off the hook'.
Opposite Chris was Leon, who was looking calmly at the floor. One of his hazel eyes covered by a length of dark blonde hair. He suddenly lifted his head and turned towards Chris and offered a faint yet friendly smile.
Claire and Hunk were at the far end of the helicopter. Claire appeared to be studying Dobson, who shifted uncomfortably under her weighted gaze. Hunk appeared to be studying the floor. The red lenses of his gasmask burying their focus on it, as if he was trying to burn a hole through a section of the floor.
Chris thought that hunks body armour looked like a pile of spare tyres and the his head was just a gasmask not so delicately placed on top.
"Leon what time do we reach the destination" Dobson asked a little shakily.
"we arrive in five minutes" Leon replied.
HUNK was the first to move, he got up quickly and signalled for the others to do so too. Then he grabbed his P90 [everyone had one except Chris and Dobson who carried modified M3 shotguns] as the others got to their feet and began to do the same. The red light above the helicopters only door suddenly flashed on. They appeared to be descending.
"Get ready to move out, remember keep your eyes peeled for anything unusual on route to the objective." HUNK ordered.
The helicopter touched down and Claire opened the door. HUNK went out first, the others followed.