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Morgan “Bear” Lockett:
The facility was walled off and looked almost futuristic. There was a single large concrete door sliding gate with watch towers everywhere. Morgan drove in a CMN marked vehicle with the students she had met weeks before. "So I am going to get you all in. I drive outside of the suppose target building. You escort me in there and get me into the security room and barricade me there. I use the facility's computers to get you where you need to go. Download the intel and get  to the top office and access the roof hatch. A chopper will pick you all up. I will find my own way out of here." Heavily armed guards approached their vehicles. Morgan stayed calm and handed them identification. They nodded as the door slid open allowing her to drive in.

Broadshield:
Sitting at the back, Broadshield does a final check to make sure everything is prepared. After checking over both of his weapons, a silenced P90 SMG and a silenced M1911 (We're using silenced pistols and SMGs here I'm pretty sure) he takes out a silver Desert Eagle, belonging to his father. Engraved on the side of the gun are the words "Si pro mea patria" - "For my country", and on the other side his, and his mother's name are engraved on there, and all over the gun, a dragon is engraved around every part, every mechanism and every engraving, with the dragon's mouth opened at the muzzle. He then looks to his armour, wearing a Kevlar vest, with extra pockets containing ammunition. Finding the right balance between having enough supplies as well as not carrying too much was difficult, but he eventually found a good enough balance. Looking over to everyone else, he says "Whatever happens, it was great knowing you all. Now when we get in there, check your surroundings and your fire, don't go firing wildly. If you can, avoid using your gun, but if needed, don't use too many bullets." With everything said, he remains seated, and decides to say a prayer to himself before heading out.

Insta Form:
"You should be in your own action movie," Insta comments on Broadshield's current mood. Sitting near the front, Insta makes some quick adjustments to her sneaking suit; a morph suit with a fibre cloth-like texture to it. On her right wrist is a watch with a dial. On it is a gradient of many colors. As Insta turns the dial, her outfit's color changes. She rotates the dial over to black, making her suit fade to the corresponding color. "I gotta say, my uncle has some cool stuff in his lab. In fact, this thing's the only cool thing there." She gives a thumbs up to the others, and winks, "I'm all set, and ready to 'blend in.'"

Ocean Spray:
Ocean re-ajusted his kevlar vest for the hundredth time, checking every aspect to make sure it was on correctly. "Still can't believe they wouldn't give my that surfboard-gun..." Ocean muttered under his breath. Ocean pulled out the two daggers that he had been given, checking if they were sharp enough. Ocean then checked his pistol, a Beretta M9 with a silencer attachment and waves painted on either side, making sure the gun was loaded. "Its times like this that paranoia is actually pretty useful." Doing a final check of his kevlar vest, he **** his fingers, and adjusted the silver ring on his right hand, which had a set of three waves on it, similar to Metal's, which was a bronze ring with a pair of headphones, and Choc's, which was a gold ring with a pretzel. "Ok, I think I'm ready. I'll keep the gun holstered until we end up with someone attacking us from a distance, like I promised, and I'll try not to shoot anybody this time."

Ebony Coldsteel:
Ebony pushes up the smoke tinted aviators on his nose before adjusting his earpiece. Looking down he scans his outfit; black boots, cargo pants, ammunition belt, all come together with his dark Kevlar jacket and short sleeve shirt and gloves. His primary weapon, a UMP45, sports a Kobra sight, silencer, and a laser/light attachment. His sidearm is a M1911 with a suppressor and laser/light combo. Finally his tanto style blade sits in his holster as a last resort. A taser and couple of flashbacks grenades finishes his gear. He looks over to the others, the ones he's trained with for this assignment. "I'm set to go too."

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