Disclaimer: Not mine, I make no money. I'm just not that good. ;)

Ray's POV

When we arrived at the office it was almost 3pm. I fought the urge to yawn. I couldn't pull these 36 hour things anymore with out paying for it dearly, and unfortunately this is what it was turning into. I followed Tank into his office to get my gear.

"Alright, You've got a few things to sign off on before we get to the goodies."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Paperwork… how fun."

Tank grinned and handed me a large stack of papers. "Ok, here's what you've got in front of you. A release allowing us to get a copy of your DD-214, a general previous employment background check release, an acknowledgment that you received a copy of the employee hand book, a list of issued equipment, a requisition form for any items you may require that we have not provided, medical and life insurance forms, a living will, medical power of attorney, a standard will that we can have validated by the Rangeman lawyers. Authorization to pull your driving record, a credit check release, a release authorizing us to run a criminal background check. Application for a New Jersey Private Investigators License. Towards the bottom of the pile you will find copies of the paper work you need to take to get a drug test, and be fingerprinted for the FBI check."

I Laughed and set the paperwork down on his desk. "What only one copy of the requisition form? I'm disappointed… no Triplicates."

Tank laughed along with me, we'd both done enough time in the service to find that funny.

"Keep being a smart ass and I can make sure that changes. C'mon and follow me down stairs and we'll get you your gear, and if you feel up to it you can do your firearm quals now and just get them out of the way."

I stood up and followed him to the stair well letting him lead me to the armory and gun range. "Sure I guess I can do my quals you want me to do just with my primary weapon or on my back up piece as well?"

"I need what ever you carry in the field." He said as he stopped by a large cabinet in the wall and punched in a code which opened the doors. "What is your preferred carry weapon?"

I shrugged. " I carried a Glock 30 S.F. on duty, I carry as a back up a mosquito .22. I've always been fond of the Desert eagle .45 Israeli Military Issue. But you know me, If I put enough rounds through something I'll get comfortable with it."

He nodded and pulled out a Glock 30 and cleared it before handing it to me. "We don't have a small frame in the Glock. We do have a Lady Beretta 9mm that Ranger bought for Steph when she first started working here, but she won't even carry her little .38 revolver."

I raised an eyebrow at the thought that someone working in this business wouldn't be armed at all times. I didn't comment I just took the Glock from him and cleared it again. It wasn't that I didn't trust him, I just preferred to double check.

Tank grabbed a box of ammunition and locked the cabinet again before heading to the range. He set the ammo down on one of the lanes and handed me my safety glasses and my ear protection. I slipped the glasses on and put the earphones around my neck ready to pull them up when needed. Tank looked almost apologetic for a moment, but then put his blank face on and looked at me.

"I hope you don't mind but I have to treat you like any new recruit and we have to go through everything even the basics."

I nodded, it didn't really bother me, I could do most of this in my sleep. I cleared the gun yet again on is order, then I went through a series of Dry Firing exercises. It seemed like forever before I was instructed to load my weapon and actually fire at the target. Then came the real pain in the ass, not only did I have to shoot at several different distances, I had to shoot in different positions. My knees were getting to damn old for this. When we were done, I was exhausted.

"As much as I'd like to say I can keep going, I'm going to call it a day for now and meet you back down here tomorrow to do a run through with my back up piece."

Tank nodded and gathered up our safety gear as I gathered the brass. We finished cleaning up rather quickly and Tank lead me to another storage room where he dug around to find me a utility belt, I initialed on an inventory sheet as he handed me each piece of equipment. I declined the Kevlar vest, as I already had my own. I had it custom fitted, and was not going to give it up. Once I was laden down with all the various items my job required me to have, Tank took pity on me and took me to the fourth floor where I was able to drop everything off. I slipped my holster onto my utility belt and fastened it around my waist. I was so out of uniform it wasn't funny, but I could care less. I had no where to secure my weapon and I wasn't leaving it there.

"You ready to go take a look at the info for the redecorating job tonight?" Tank asked as I stowed away the last of my gear.

"Let's go. I'm ready to get started."

We headed upstairs and instead of going to his office we headed to the conference room. I saw the thick folder in the middle of the table and opened it to get an idea of what we were facing. I shook my head when I saw what I was in for. We weren't just emptying one apartment, we were emptying an entire building full of squatters. Apparently this building was slated for demolition and all previous attempts to clear it of people had failed. It was a 10 story building that was still structurally stable, but that was all it had going for it. I read through the entire file twice, before I thought I might have a good idea of what to expect. I took the file to Ranger's office and gave him a quick run down of what I was planning… He agreed it was a good plan. He called everyone who would be involved to the conference room and once they were assembled I stood in the front of the room.

"Just real quick, I know very few of you recognize me, so I am going to introduce myself. I'm the Fucking New Guy. Alright now that we got that out of the way." I gave a smile and waked over to the large white board on the wall and picked up a marker. I drew a basic outline of the building. I numbered the floors and showed the stair ways.

"Ok, this op is a little bigger than the standard redecorating job. It's an entire building. So here's my plan. We'll split into 10 groups of 2. Each unit will Start off on a different floor. Once all the floors have been cleared, We will start evacuating occupants from the top. Guys on 10... Once all the floors have been cleared, I will tell you to go ahead and bring anyone you found on down with you. Bring them down to the first floor, once you are there I'll alert the team on 9. This way we will be gathering in one area and can make the determination on who's going to the PD, who's going to the hospital, and if there are any children in need of Social Services. Any questions?"

When there were no questions I nodded once. "We'll meet back here at 2100, In the mean time get your team assignments from Tank. Dismissed."

Once every one left the conference room I sat down in a chair with a soft sigh. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I just needed a few minutes of quiet. No, I take that back, I needed to stop trying to prove I could hit the ground running after driving for 24 straight hours.

I opened my eyes few minutes later and stood up. I needed to let Ranger know I was going to hit the sack for a few hours before we met back up for the last briefing before heading out.

I walked out of the conference room, and towards Ranger's office. He wasn't in so I walked next door and told Tank what my plans were. Once I got the go ahead, I made my way down the stairs and into my borrowed apartment. I set my gun down on the coffee table and stretched out on the couch. I closed my eyes, and before I could even start to form a thought, I fell sound asleep.