Preditor

Okay this is leading off from the OCC yesterday, We are all on base and have been called for the breifing make your way there, Arrow is your 2nd in command, Leader is still up for grabs.

Go have fun

Spectrum parked the humvy outside the base. Jumping out the car he proceeded into the base. He needed no introduction to the guards at the door, he was ushered in.

He walked up right, with an air of prsesence and purpose.

They called him Spectrum becaus ewhen he had first enlisted he had managed to put his infa-red googles into several different colours, hence the name Spectrum. He saw Arrow standing at the back making his way over he greeted his old friend.

"Havnt seen you in what about 2 years" He smirked a he said it.

He had trained with Arrow when he first came to the army. Unfortunately when they were enlisted Spectrum was sent into the weapons design core and Arrow, well the story told its self.

Spectrum was the best in his feail. He had single handedly revelutionised the weapons industry and becaus eof him the U.S Army were years ahead of their competaters.

Gambler walked down the hall of leading to the debriefing room. He was young and cocky but as a military sniper he had to be, with his rifle over his shoulder and a Detroit Tigers hat on backwards he entered the room giving a quick nod to Spec and Arrow before taking a seat in the back of the room.

Something had the higher ups spooked, why else would they be here.

"Anybody hear who else is one this Black Op?"

Walking through the front doors, with his Carbine slung over his shoulder, Sparda wondered why the were here. Why was everyone spooked. Having been trained in commando operations, he had been trained in the jungle many times, and was used to this type of environment.

Arrow looked at Gambler and nodded back, Turning to Specturm his dark blue eyes looking at his old friend he smiled, "Balck bag ops man, Its all im made for" Arrow was the most silent deadly killer, He had been hand picked in training to become the perfect silent Asassian, His perferd wepon was a blade, But hhis aim with a rifle was only beaten by one man Gambler.

Arrow was mostly knowen as a shadow, Moving in and out most poeple thought he was a myth, he had done dark and terrible things , Almost impossible missons where done in the most deadly terrain, To have Arrow in the room was like having the cold hand of death sitting next to you.

Walking into the debriefing room, he saw three men. One had a sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, with a cocky look on his face. The second Sparda recognized as the weapons expert Spectrum. He was a legend in the field. Looked normal enough, but the third was unsettling. Something about him bothered Sparda, the way the man was, his face an unreadable mask. Regardless, he walked over and sat by the table.

One of the last ones to walk in,Deacon Power.

Deacon walked in noticing the four others,they werent paying attentio to him.Deacon was the heavy artillery guy,but has a reputation for using Flash Grenades in the most lethal way.

"So ,how you fellas doing.Who's leading the operation"

Gambler watched as two more men made there way into the debriefing room and took there seats. The room was full of some of the best and deadliest the military had ever trained, alot of government dollars had gone into assembly such a team and what ever they were going to be asked to do was big, real big.

Up in the front of the room several maps of what looked like South America hung on the wall. This would be right up Gambler's alley with plenty of brush and cover he would be like a ghost, invisible to almost everyone and everything. Almost.

"Lets get debriefing men"

Sparda was getting impatient. When would the briefing start? What were his superiors so nervous about? Why were they here?