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."

Ebony leans back on his seat, "I myself have experience with live firearms. Not legal or official training but... Well, I guess some real life experience." He didn't want to elaborate any further, figuring that would be enough of an answer.

Ebony remains silent as he listens to Broadshield and Morgan. "Alright, what's the timeframe to get this assignment complete? Do we have any time to do any training at all?"

Ebony crosses his arms and leans back in his seat. "So we got to get into a secure lab, grab some serious intelligence, and get out before getting lit up by goons?" He chuckles, "He'll sign me the ef up even more. We may need silencers if we have to be stealthy about it."

Ebony finishes his chips and tosses them away. The story itself seems ludicrous, but if it's going to end up like the day before... "I'm in. Those bastards took my $20, they gotta pay."

"After school? Sure." Ebony nods, knowing what she was implying. "If I end up losing another $20 though..." The student shakes his head as he turns around and heads off to his next class.

Ebony shuffles in his bed, his second pillow falling to the floor before he pokes his head out of the sheets. Looking around, he sits up, feeling sore from whatever happened the last time he was awake. "What the heck happened? Did any of that... Huh." He looks around to find no evidence of anything from the wreckage; no shotgun, no blood, nothing at all. "I guess I was just dreaming... or really tripping balls from something. It just felt so real..." Ebony shakes his head, sitting up on the side of his bed, rubbing his eyes as he tries to concentrate. "Alright, just chill Ebony. You had a wild yesterday, a wild dream, and everything is back to normal. Just..." he sighs, "Have some breakfast and coffee. Might just stop by the cafe to get something stronger." Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out his wallet and opens it. "Good thing I ha-" Ebony suddenly stops when he makes a shocking discovery, "No! My $20 is gone! Those helicopter f@#$% jacked me of my $20! Damn it!"

Ebony was the last to wake up, his eyes opening to find the barrels of the shotgun pointed right at his face. He raises his hand and brushes it aside as he tumbles out of the vehicle, the door itself hanging from its hinges. His vision was spinning, his shoulder and arm numb as he looks around. He hears shouting a short distance away, something about an emergency. Looking down he notices his arm piped out of its socket, reaching over, he rams his arm up, a loud pop is heard as he shouts in pain. He turns to the others, now realizing the severity of the situation. "Oh no..." Ebony gets up, stumbling at first but makes his way to Ocean and Morgan. Without hesitation he takes off his CPA jacket and applies it over the wound,  "You're gonna be alright Morgan, just save your energy."