Commander Lawrence watched as the five warriors left his office. Thoughts of this mission had been running through his head all day, a few times he had almost called it off. He had been paranoid that no one would show and take the job, he was also paranoid about what the outcome might be. Now he was confident that these five would do the job, and do it very well. As the door closed a smile crossed his face.
"I don't know why I was ever worried. After all, I did call in the best." The commander said as he sat down in his plush leather chair. He finished his drink and pressed the button that activated the comm. link on his desk. "Patricia you may go now. I'll make sure you get a little something extra in your next pay check." He released the button and leaned back in his chair.
"Thank you sir!" Came the excited response form the secretary as the group was walking by her. She was beaming as she packed up her things to go home. "Have a good evening ladies and gentlemen." Came the happy secretary as they were rounding a corner. Dachium gave her a quick wave just before he had went around the corner.
"Where are our comm. links and computers?" Brac demanded through clentched teeth; he had taken out another cigarette and stuck it in his mouth.
"I would assume they are in the armory, Specialist Cadell." Katrina said sternly. She took the lead and walked swiftly.
"You two have to ease up a bit, and lightening up a little wouldn't hurt either. We have to accomplish this mission without any internal incidents." Dachium said, catching up to the fast moving group.
"Yes we can not be bickering with each other during our assignment. Can we agree to put our differences aside until we return." Said Aang as he easily kept pace with the fast moving Sergeant. His brother was right next to him, and easily keeping pace as well.
The Marine grunted as he lit his cigarette and took a drag from it. Sergeant Pancost nodded her head quickly and kept her eyes ahead. They rounded a few corners and crowded into the oversized elevator. It began to move downward to where the armory was located.
The only sound that was audible was the breathing of the Marine and the humming of the elevator. No one would be getting on the elevator at this time of day; many officers had already gone home. Finally after two minutes of riding, the elevator slowed down and stopped. The doors slid open and revealed another corridor lined with doors, with a solitary door at the end of the hall. It read "Armory" in big black letters across the door. Katrina had wasted no time and was already halfway down the hallway with the rest of them hot on her heels.
It took less than a minute to reach the door. When they got to it the door slid open revel another large steel door about 10 feet away. On the left side was a window with a book hovering in it. The group walked in and the door slid shut. Then the door in front of them slid open, after a locking mechanism disengaged. The book lowered to reveal a tech sitting there with a bored look on his face.
"You guys must be important, I got orders from the top to let you in. Your comm. links and computers are on the opposite side from where I am. You on some sort of secret mission or something?" The tech asked, happy he had something to break the monotony.
"Something like that." Dachium said as he strode into the armory. A vast array of weaponry had unfolded before them; they were all on shelves or in cases.
Brac walked over to the rifle section and started deciding which one he wanted. Katrina went with Dachium over to the pistol section. The brothers just stood in the doorway waiting, they had no need for Terran weaponry. The book was hovering in the window again.
It only took Dachium a few minutes to decide what weapon he wanted. He had chosen a specially made pistol that was perfect for stealth missions. Another thing he had brought with him was three more clips for his modified C-20A Canister Rifle. His rifle would have been already loaded into the drop ship by techs.
"Dachium, why do you have a psychic amplifier crystal on your wrist?" Nacdle asked Dachium after he was done examining his pistol.
"Oh, this? It's like your brother's weapons, just on a smaller scale." He energized the sword and it glowed a soft blue. It was must shorter than the standard Zealot energy sword.
"Ahhh I see. Interesting. I can sense that your psychic powers are greater than that of most humans." Aang said as he gazed at the energy sword. Then Dachium released his flow of psychic and the blade went away.
"Yes, that is what they tell me. It is very useful in close combat." Dachium said as he turned to the sound of footsteps getting closer. Katrina was walking towards them with an assault rifle in her hand. "Decided on something a little more powerful?" The sergeant nodded her head as she examined the weapon.
"Officer Cadell suggested that it might be useful. I also brought along a silencer for this mission." Katrina said as she slung the rifle over her shoulder and waited for Brac to finish.
About five minutes later Brac walked over with a new cigarette in his mouth. He was carrying a machine gun that he had altered.
"Lets get going." The Marine walked past them and to the other door. They all moved with him and the tech lowered his book again. He pressed a button and the armory door closed shut, and with a loud click that meant it had locked. Then the door in front of them opened and allowed them passage. As they left each of them grabbed a comm. link and computer.
"Have fun on your mission." The tech said form behind the book.
The door closed behind them as they walked to the elevator, which was ajar and waiting for them. All of them stepped in and pressed the button for the hanger bay.
"Why do you use that weapon Ghost?" Brac had broken the silence of the elevator.
"The energy sword?" The Marine nodded. "It serves my purposes nicely in close combat. Sometimes guns are just too messy for my job."
"Useless if you ask me, the whole damn lot of 'em." The Marine said, he looked up at the two brothers standing in the corner. They looked back at him with narrowed eyes. "Yeah that's right you heard me, useless." The Zealot took a step forward.
"Do not waste your energy on this one brother." Nacdle put a hand on his brothers shoulder.
"Why shouldn't he? To afraid to lose to a battle hardened Marine? I have seen more battles than you will ever see. My entire platoon was destroyed by the likes of you. After seeing my brethren slaughtered from a turncoat Protoss, I took it into my own hands for vengeance. Not one of them was left when I was done. That is why I work alone now, can't trust anyone; not even your own platoon members." The Marine sounded hurt, but kept his cold stare and hard voice.
"I am sorry for your loss but not all of us are bad." Aang said almost pleadingly. He did not like to see prejudice against the Protoss race for the past actions of former warriors. Specialist Cadell just turned away and went back to smoking his cigarette.
"Stop your petty argument and put your differences aside. We are better than that. We were called here to do a mission and that is what we will do. Now if anyone has a problem working with the either of us, we will be glad to leave you three to do the work." Nacdle said in a stern tone, his eyes narrowed as he looked at each in the group. None of them made a move. The door suddenly opened to the hangers. "We have two hours, lets get moving."