Stryker along with Raptor and Hemorrhage were called up from their bunks to speak to Manny. Walking into the situation room on the first floor, Manny wasn't nearly as stressed out as he usually was.
"Agents, welcome. I have some good news, other good news, and some bad news."
"Let's hear it. Wanna get the day started." Commented Raptor.
"First, with Ellis, as Speaker of the House, he has approved some of the locals who were chosen to serve as a quorum for Congress, we actually have a legislature now!"
"Wait a second, I though Ellis was the President?"
"He is slotted to be, but he still hasn't actually accepted the post yet. Giving us some breathing room. Second, I have already sent out Bravo Tango and some other agents to deal with some missions today. Which means y'all can stay here for the day."
There was huge sigh of relief among the agents, although they wouldn't let other see it, they were being run ragged.
"Which brings us to our bad news. For y'all at least. As you have no operations to conduct, I've decided that it'll be your job to oversee the training for the local militia."
"Aww, come on man! Your seriously gonna stick us with the short bus?" Hemorrhage complained in an annoying, yet slightly cute tone.
"Oh, I'm sorry, would rather be shot at from crazies and druggies?" Manny countered.
Although it shut him up, Raptor could still hear him mutter about something along the lines of yes, he in fact, would rather be shot at.
"You have thirty seconds to put rounds on all the pop-up targets! This is not to teach you accuracy but suppressing fire. Allowing your teammates to take down the enemy!" Hemorrhage was yelling at some militia members. Specifically the ones equipped with LMGs. While he only used an AA-12 automatic shotgun, it was the closest thing to suppressing fire they had.
In the other lanes were Stryker and Raptor training their own little posse of militiamen. Stryker had taken the scouts and riflemen under her wing while Raptor had taken those equipped with assault rifles and SMGs.
"Steady…steady…just breathe slowly, in and out." Stryker was speaking into the ear of a woman who had particular difficulty hitting the target.
"When you're ready, pull the trigger on your exhale. Remember, you'll only get one good shot before hell breaks loose so make it count."
The woman took her shot after another fifteen seconds. Looking up at the now moving target, she took it off the clips and smiled proudly, she had hit it.
"Listen, you have a lot to work on, but you hit the target, good job. Next!" Stryker ordered to the line that had gathered up behind her.
Raptor had taken up the last two lanes, one for assault rifles and one for SMGs.
"For those who are using submachine guns, you won't hit anything more than maybe a hundred feet, especially in urban combat, so don't try it! Wait for cover from others to rush up closer or just wait! Those with assault rifles, the simple rule is this, the further away the target, use more and more bursts than just a full spray!"
Back to the LMGs, Hemorrhage was explaining that never use your weapon from the hip, always find some good cover and rest your weapon there, it'll be more stable.
They started around 0900 in the morning, they had stopped for a light lunch and went right back to it. They all stopped around 1600 for the day.
"Alright! Gather up!" Stryker wanted to have a final meet with all of the together.
"Every single one of you has been made better well over 100%, but you still have a lot of work to do. I'm gonna start something Captain Ortega, every single militia member must spend at least one hour at the gun range when not on patrol!"
There were some murmurs in the crowd but must understood that they still had a great need for practice. To the side, Manny had come down to check on them. Watching Sarah give them some work to do would help them get their minds off of the general crappiness of the situation. After giving out their final remarks, the agents were pulled to one side by Manny.
"How're they doing? And how're y'all doing?" Manny asked all of them.
Stryker immediately laid out her assessment of the militia. They had the spirit and the numbers, but they desperately needed more practice. The other agents nodded in agreement.
"Okay, well I guess y'all are dismissed, I'll have your next assignment by tonight."
Raptor and Hemorrhage left back up the stairs and split off, Hemorrhage muttering how he needed to mod his shotgun's sight. Stryker stayed behind, she needed to admit something to Manny,
"Manny, as much as you know I don't work well with others, I have decided that we are incomplete, I am need of a heavy weapons operators. I have close quarters, marksman, and others, but I need a heavy weapons. Can you find someone?"
Surprised by the admission, he quickly nodded.
"I am sure I can find someone; I'll have their files to you tonight."
"Thanks Manny." Stryker turned and left up the stairs. Manny trying his hardest not to look at her backside as she did.
