April 11, JSDF Base at Arnus Hill, 8:45 Local
Atago and the other Fleet Girls watched the NATO team running firearms drills. They watched as the team moved into the "Kill House", a simple structure consisting of doors, walls and no roof so outside observers could look in. They heard gunfire and saw the Sim-Munition rounds splatter against the targets. There was some indistinct shouting and the team left the way they came in. They all heard Captain Coady yelling "Haines how the fuck did you get a fucking splatter on you!?"
"Fucking Mane did it I swear!" The two newest team members, Greene and Van Horne laughed with the rest of them. It was nice to see people from different countries working together for a change. They all seemed to think of Coady like an uncle or older cousin. Atago found the Captain strangely attractive, he was tall, and of average build with short brown hair and green eyes. The glasses he usually wore made him look friendly and more handsome, but he was usually quiet around any of the girls.
It was too early in the day for this, Scott thought during morning chow as his team talked too loudly. He disliked too much while he was eating, because he liked to read during the temporary calm of the daily meals. The CRU's initial recon mission went without incident, they found a spot, a Forward Operating Base was built, and they were helo'd back to the main base to rest for a few days, their vehicles being guarded at the FOB. The two new additions to the NATO team integrated seemlessly and had already become good friends with the rest of the team. The Fleet Girls had taken a liking to infantry combat, their guns bringing more than enough firepower for any encounter they could run into. Scott sat at the CRU's "Officers Table" with Kirchner, Itami and some of the "flagship" Fleet Girls. Atago sat on his right side, peeking over at the book he was reading. "What bookare you reading, Captain?" Scotts pulse elevated a little and he didn't know why. "I-it's one of my favorites, 'The Hunt For Red October', It's about a Soviet missile submarine captain who wants to defect to the United States." She cocked her head a little and smiled "When you're done could I borrow it?" This was his favorite book, but Atago was so damned beautiful. "Uh, sure. I'll be happy to lend it to you when I'm done!"
Atago grabbed his arm tightly "Really? You mean it!?" Scott smiled "Of course! I think I might even have a spare copy lying around the barracks somewhere." She held his arm tighter, thankfully everyone was ignoring them out of courtesy "Yeah!"
April 12, 20km outside the JSDF Base, 7:30 local
The CRU had been hastily reassembled and was being sent to the FOB, now known at "FOB Ramius", with their full strength of all twent-something Fleet Girls and the rest of the Tankery teams, as well as the rest of the "Gun Girls". All of them were wither in trucks or in their tank secured to flatbeds for transport. This was going to be an especially long mission, they were to operate out of the FOB entirely on their own with Recon Team 3. Scott sat in the bed of one of the M35 "Deuce and a Half" trucks leading the convoy, he looked back to make sure everyone was still behind them. Coming with them was a team of reporters and a half dozen trucks loaded with food to sustain them until te end of their rotation, which was to last a few months at least. Their little outpost would also recieve regular supply drops via helicopter, as well as mail and care packages. Scott keyed his radio "FOB Ramius, you there?" A familiar voice crackled over the headset "Yes, Coady, Recon 3 is here and waiting for you. What's your ETA?" Scott looked at his watch "We should get there around noon." "Alright I'll pass that to the Lieutenant, out." Atago was sleeping with her head against his shoulder. This could be a long mission indeed.