Mission 1:
Chapter 5: Return and Debriefing
-Planet Gareth 0900 hours-
Alpha team was waiting when Bravo swooped down from he skies. Wyoming and Florida came in for a smooth landing and only having to walk off the momentum, Maine on the other hand stumbled and almost went head first into the side of the pelican that was ready to extract them. Carolina approached the three men just arriving. "Glad to see that you all made it. Now lets get out of here and back to base for debriefing." The seven commandos clambered into the back of the pelican. Wyoming took a seat near the hatch and locked his sniper beside him. Florida took the seat to his left and South the one on his right. Maine looked ency. The ship lurched and they began the ride home. South popped the seal on her helmet and slid it off. Her short blond hair clinging to the lining of the helmet. Wyoming did the same. His hair was matted down by sweat. Running a gloved down his head smoothing it out. Sweat ran down his face. South giggled quietly to herself and looked around the cabin. Almost everyone had taken their helmets off except for Florida who was very content watching Maine hold in a mouth full of vomit before caving and rushing into the pilots cabin and filling a bag.
The ride was short and quiet for the most part. The ship docked in bay nine and they climbed back down onto a familiar sight. The directors personal assistant was waiting for them. "This way Please the Director is waiting for you." The man said gesturing at the doorway behind him. They all fallowed in a single file line. As they passed each person threw their weapons into the crates. Florida walked over cradling his rifle like a new born baby and set it down in a crate and closed it. He is really fond of that rifle. Wyoming thought to himself. The debriefing room was well lit. white marble walls reflected the light making it look bigger then it was. Optical Illusions can't hide how cramped they all were standing shoulder to shoulder in the space. The Director sat at the head of the table with his hands clasped on the table. "Please take a seat, all of you." They all moved to a seat and sat down. Wyoming admired the table. It was a well polished onyx with gold trim and the programs insignia carved into the center.
"The full report is right here sir." Carolina slid a folder over to the Director and he stopped it, and opened to the first sheet. "They were waiting for us?"
"Yes sir." Carolina straightened like she was about to be scolded.
"How in the hell did they learn of our intentions. Councilor!" the man from the docking bay stepped forward. "I want this looked into. It appears that we have a leak." The Directors gaze flowed slowly to each person seated at the table and settled on Wyoming. Wyoming panicked. Does he really suspect me. Sweat started to form on his brow. "You are all dismissed. Except you." he pointed at Carolina. Wyoming stood up and followed the others out of the debriefing room.
Wyoming sat in the locker room holding his helmet in his hands. "Hey!" his head shot up looking back and forth. South stood in the doorway. Wyoming relaxed a bit. "Watch you doin'?" She asked taking a seat next to him on the bench. Nothing just passing the time. He looked over at South. She had her armor plates off and all she wore was the protective under lay. With out her armor she was a very attractive young woman. Wyoming smiled at her. "What?" She asked. "Nothing." Wyoming said. You look nice. South stood up and offered a hand to Wyoming. "Come one." "Where are we going?" Wyoming asked taking her hand in his. "Mess hall looks like you could use something to eat. Get stuff off your mind." She smiled at him and guided him out of the locker room.