Chapter 1: Lame Duck
Eliza "Ash" Cohen was beyond annoyed by the incessant buzz of helicopters flying over the crew quarters. With one more rattle of the fragile building she decided it was time to get up a little earlier considering she wasnt sleeping much anyway. The clock read 5:34 AM. Noticing light starting to seep into the blackened sky she decided to braid her hair and put her uniform on allowing her to tuck a pair of shades into her chest pocket. Clichè, but what would FBI S.W.A.T. be without shades? Eliza exited her quarters and walked down the narrow makeshift hallway and noticed light cutting through the crack of an opened door. Curious, she peered inside to find Timur "Glaz"kov with a line of bullets much like an ant trail lined across the floor. Glaz sitting criss cross, picked up the bullets one by one sliding them into his magazine, quite machine like. His prize rifle had been dissected and broken down into many pieces looking freshly cleaned. Catching herself she realized she may have been snooping for too long but luckily Glaz was too caught up in his rifle to have noticed her yet. On that note she decided to leave the barracks and get some fresh air. The sound of the beating blades of a helicopter grew ever so louder as it flew overhead blowing leaves and causing Eliza to cover her face. While walking further around the base with the distant sound of drill instructors yelling at their cadets, she took her time to collect her thoughts.
After the successfull mission at Barlett University, the first real mission Team Rainbow had been given since its reactivation, they had been waiting. Government officials still did not trust in the team's ability to succeed. Although missions weren't very reliable because of the Barlett operation success the team would be getting their on base to operate from; Hereford Base being a temporary substitution for the time being.
Pop, pop! Shots were being launched down range. "You really must be getting old thatch!" Jordan "Thermite" cockily laughed as he and Mike "Thatcher" competed on the firing range. "Ack, shut your damn trap", Mike snickered as he nailed a shot directly on the bullseye. Soon both guns began to emit a familiar clicking noise signaling their fun was over. Both soldiers walked to retrieve the targets revealing that Mike was the most accurate. "Better luck next time, eh mate?" , he said while slapping Jordan on his back. Mike being an Englishman and Jordan being an American made for a fitting rivalry. The ending of their competition marked the time for the majority of life to begin surging throughout the airbase once again. This increased the amount of helicopters, most likely doubling Eliza's annoyance.
"All active Team Rainbow personnel please report to the briefing room."The intercoms located throughout the airbase blared a familiar voice calling together the less than enthusiastic makeshift team.