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((RRTS Special Ops Clearance Verified))
((Handler ID: Baby Face))
((Handler ID: Sunny))
((Handler ID: Mach 6))
((Handler ID: Torque))
((Handler ID: ArchAngel))
"Mars? Ya gotta be shittin' me." Mach quipped, pulling back the safety on his gun, grinning. Torque rolled his eyes, setting his own gun quietly on his lap. Baby was fidgeting with the butt of his own firearm, looking nervous, but found himself whacked upside the head by Sunny.
"Quite fidgeting, Baby Face. Consider yourself one lucky sonofabitch, your first mission, and you get to go to Mars." Sunny was cut off with a swift kick in the shin by their Captain, and the only female on board.
Gabriel "ArchAngel" Sebastian glared at her 3rd lieutenant from her seat across from Torque, their second.
"Leave the kid alone, Sunny." She snapped, sliding a bullet into the chamber and pulling back the safety. The tall Peruvian rolled his eyes, sitting back in his seat, sending the newbie a knowing glance when their commander's face was turned. He gave a pained yelp when Angel smacked him in the head with the butt of her gun.
"Try is again, and I'll shoot you." She snarled. Sunny glanced at her nervously. Their commander wasn't one to joke, and the last time she had told someone she would shoot them, she had.
((Arrival at Ark in Nine Zero seconds.))
"Ready, Baby Face?" Asked Mach, grinning at the gangly newcomer. The 4th lieutenant gulped, but nodded.
Angel rolled her eyes, stepping down from the helicopter, her men trailing behind as a pair of elevator doors pinged open and they were on their way, dropping quickly to the Ark level.
"Nice of you to…"
"Hello, Pinky." Said Angel sarcastically, cutting off the cripple, who glared.
"Hello, Angel."
A pause followed as the team circled the little bleeping light in the apex of the circle on the floor. Angel's silvery grey eyes flicked to the sweater clad cripple, who was still glaring at her.
"It's been a while." He ground out. Torque grunted, lifting his gun slightly, the tip leveled to a point somewhere around the scientist's mechanical wheels. He backed away quickly.
"Sunny, take point." Angel said calmly. The addressed man gulped; sweat breaking out on his brow.
'Shit.' He thought. 'She's still mad.'
"Sunny?" Angel had an eyebrow raised. Crap. She was daring him to argue.
Sunny reluctantly stepped forward as the familiar grey-transparent 'blob' rose from the floor, wriggling rather disgustingly in the air.
((…3…2…1…))
And he was on Mars.
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