File Number 867-9376
Name: Diego Allan Springer (Das)
Age: ---
Rank: ARMY/SEAL, MILITARY, Special Services, Ranger
Location: Texas Base
Status: 1 year allowance, On Call, Residing on Base
Current Occupation: ARMY
Team Members: Brown(867-0032), Santos(867-4432), Dart(867-5643), Tank (867-1543), Mañoso(867-0132), LB(867-9965)
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Tank may hate flying but he is indifferent to driving. His job at RangeMan required him to follow and chauffer a number of people to and from a number of different locations. But still, driving for five hours in Texas gets old really fast. I mean, all there is too see is desert. Hell, who wouldn't get tired of watching dirt? Though, he knew that the base had large grass fields that they used for training and exercise.
Finally he arrived on the base. It took him a good twenty minutes to get through security there and remember his way around but when he got to the public offices he was rewarded with the presence of one of the people he was looking for there waiting for him to arrive. "Hey Tank. Good to see you again. What brings you here? Not rejoining are you?" Das asked.
They did some complicated handshake and exchanged one of those manly hug/slap on the back things. "Nah. I wouldn't rejoin in a million years. I'm actually here on bad business. Where's LB? She still here?"
"I think so. Last time I got a letter from her she was. But I just got back from the front lines. Been gone for a year. I was just checking up on where she is. They say it's privileged information."
Tank nodded. One of the reasons he wouldn't rejoin was because of the recent war in the Middle East; Useless bloodshed.
"Well, I need to talk to her." He said to the clerk who was listening to their conversation. But the clerk shook her head. "I'm sorry but you have to have permission from the top offices to have access to that information."
He cocked his head to the side, confused. "Are you telling me that LB is in some top secret, need to know only deal? 'Cause that's the impression I am getting." The clerk looked frightened.
"Ah, you're right about the need to know basis but it's not super secret. Hell, even I know where she is." And with that they knew the conversation was only going to go down hill. They left together and made their way to the rec room. On the way they caught up.
"So, why you here? It's not like you guys to just show up." Das asked hitting his pool ball into one of the pockets.
Tank shrugged. "Not too sure myself. All I know is that some information on the team and a few others have fallen into the wrong hands and its cost us already. Lester, Bobby and a close friend of ours have been attacked in the past 32 hours. I'm just the message guy,"
Das shook his head. "So you're telling me to watch my back right? Damn, what have you been doing over the years?" He bent over to hit another ball but right when he was about to make his shot the room's noise level raised a notch.
"Hey C! Long time no see. We thought you had been kicked out."
"Yeah, considering the damage you did to your higher officer."
Both men heard a familiar voice speak up. "Really? I only gave him what he deserved. And let it be a lesson to all of ya'll that I won't take that crap. Not even from a higher officer."
A large crowd had gathered a little ways from the doors and was moving as the occupant of the center walked around the room. "Any ways. Those youngin's deserved the butt whoopin' that they got."
Tank and Das made their way over and through the crowd. The conversations stopped as they passed by. Mostly from the shock that Tank was there. When they emerged in the center both were met with the sight of a long time friend in a denim shirt and a fitted screened tee. She definitely didn't look like the sassy ARMY buff that she was.
When she looked over and saw the two of them she rushed over and gave Tank a huge hug. "Tank! Long time no see. It's been years." She backed off and playfully punched his arm, a smile on her face. She turned to Das, and was a little more restrained. "Hey Das. Glad to see someone is in one piece. How's Dart?"
"Looks like shit. I saw him earlier today. Still out cold." Tank said. LB faced him again.
"And why are you here exactly? You guys always some sort of reason." She folded her arms over her chest and they noticed the bracelets and rings on her hands. She followed their gaze and looked down at her hands too. She sighed and pulled off her accessories.
"Stupid meetings. Had to get all dressed up for visitors and families of the new cadets. Much to my horror my brother joined. Had to meet my family after being incommunicado for years. Great reunion huh? Let me tell you that they didn't expect me to show up here of all places."
"That why you left?" She nodded. "They thought it would be fitting to have a girl relative show them what standards were expected of them. Made them work their butts off though. Their goals for every day were to surpass me. I tell you now that I didn't just sit on my ass all year while you were gone Das. At one point the boys were so put off that the trainer challenge me just to prove it could be done."
She stopped. Once the curiosity over took the boys they asked. "And did he beat you?"
She smiled. "I whooped his ass." They all laughed. "So, Tank like I said before. You always have a reason to be anywhere. What's it this time?"
"No joke this time B. Bad guy has too much info on the team and has already attempted bodily harm of Les and Bobby. They even attack one of our friends. We just needed to make sure you guys are up to date. It's really gotten to Ranger."
Their mood sobered. "Who got a hold of how much?" She asked, all business.
Tank shrugged. "A skip we brought in via distraction has copies of our files. Also has the entire life of our friend written in a book practically."
She swore. "Are they okay?"
"Dunno. I was at the hospital when Les and our friend were attacked and at the office when Bobby was."
They nodded, everyone thinking to him or herself how bad it could have been. But Das decided he had had enough time to his own. "So, how long you in town for?" Tank shrugged again.
"Dunno. Ranger hasn't said anything about when I should get back."
"Great, means you have some time. Come over to the bunk, I got some stuff for you to pass on to the others." She led the way out of the rec room and down the pathways to the bunkhouses. When Tank saw Das follow LB into a bunkhouse he was shocked. When the two realized he didn't follow them in Das poked his head out. "You can come in. B's in good with her superior officer and Dart, B and I share a house. Don't ask me how she convinced them to let us." He shrugged and went back inside.
When tank entered he was greeted with a huge room meant to house up to 30 hold three beds with an excess of other furniture and equipment. "Wow. How the hell did you clear this B?"
She laughed. "Girl power. That's all I can say. Ah, ha. Here it is." She straightened up somewhere about halfway down the house. She carried back a box and set it down on one of the three beds. She pulled off the lid and Tank was met with the sight of a ton of photos, letters and trinkets, ranging from bullets, bolts, and even cloths. "Jezze, Birdie. How much stuff you got in there?" Das cooed.
She smiled. "A lot can happen in a year, Das."