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Global Risk bunker

Commander Elliott starts off by welcoming SWAT, SAS, and OMOH to the Global Risk force this quickly turns into rule sets, guide booklets, and basics.

"Teams normally consists of 3 mercenaries. Leader, Pointman, and Support. You the are the perfect team composition. As you can see, I have my team here, with me. Me being the leader, Commando here being Pointman, and UNSF being our support."

Jerry seemed to be overwhelmed by all this information. Desmond was writing down notes of what the Commander was saying. Abram was staring intently at his Commander, taking in everything he was saying.

"M16 Assault rifles, M700 sniper rifles, and USP hand guns are standard issue. Any other firearm can be purchased from private military contractors, Military surpluses, or from NATO; ammunition will be provided. You can earn money through special tasking, assignments, contracts, or Daily Missions"

At this point, Jerry couldn't keep up with what his Commander was saying. Desmond was running out of paper to write on. Abram areas still staring, still taking in everything the Commander was saying.

"Two rooms are assigned per team, which means yes, one of you lucky dogs get your own room. Logistically it is most efficient to store any luggage, equipment, or supplies with the person whom receives his or her own room. Got all that?"

Jerry looked around at his two teammates, to see if they are add confused as he is. Desmond had written most of what he said, mainly the important parts.

"Да" replied Abram, who had listened and understood everything Commander Elliott had said.

Both Jerry and Desmond look over at Abram in surprise, wondering how he was able to remember everything, the Commander smiled.

"It seems like your friend here has a keen ear. Maybe he should be the one to get his own room?"

Jerry and Desmond look at eachother nervously, both of them wanted their own room.

"Well I mean it's kinda..."

"Well it's just that maybe..."

The two silently complained while Commander Elliot took two keycards out of a drawer

"No objections? Splendid!" He hands Abram a keycard and tosses the other to Desmond.

The keys read 206 and 207 this brought up the question, are there really 310 other mercenaries? The Commander

hands Jerry a much thinner card with a list of names on it.

"What is this, sir? A business card?" Jerry asked

"Of sorts" the Commander replied "this is a card of all the teams assigned to certain mercenaries"

A small alarm blares and everyone in the room turns to it. SIA suddenly points at the console "UNSF, notify me of the exact location of Miss Nor's signal. Tell Agent 5 and Miss Ayla."

The bulky soldier nodded as SIA Agent left the room the same door that the other agent left. "Western outdoor deck, wounded mercenary. Miss Ayla and agent 5 have been notified."

The three looked at the situation behind the Commander, then at the Commander himself.

"Don't mind them, situations like these happen all the time. We are more than will equipped to handle any situation." The Commander assured them.

"This actually allows me to segway in to my next topic, there are ground rules here that you must follow here." His time changed to a more serious one.

"One, don't get in to any relationships. There are some exceptions but normally they hinder performance on the field. Now I know the outfits some ladies have around here arnt exactly standard issue, but that's exactly why they dress the way they do; To distract, mind games." The Commander started pacing back and forth.

"Two, don't harm anyone outside of battle. There is an elaborate system in which we are enabled to survive life threatening wounds on the battlefield. This does not transpire to outside said battlefield."

The three looked at eachother, then at the Commander in confusion

"Erm.. Sir-" Jerry spoke up only to be cut off.

"NUMBER THREE... Listen to any supervisor and or higher rank; this includes not interrupting them when they are speaking" He was definitely annoyed by Jerry intruding his speech. "Unlike popular belief, Mercenaries are akin to private militaries, in fact these two factions; Global Risk and Black List are classified as these."

The entire squad was about to fall over from standing up so long. Commander Elliott noticed this and quickly changes gears.

"Enough of me yammering, you three head to the infirmary. Drop off your luggage at your rooms and head to the health department for something scientifically special."

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Guys. I'm sorry. I had to get the exposition out of the way. Please don't hurt me ;-; this is the last tl;dr chapter of its kind... For now. Anyways, if you have a question, leave it in a review below. Hate me for putting so much exposition in a story? I don't blame you. :[ I'll be holding off writing until people catch up, as I submitted the last 3 stories within minutes of each other.