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Kaedai nodded to the newcomer. "No, but close." He looked to the group, then back to the man. "Sprechen Sie Deutsches?" He looked the man over, noting his equipment. He headn't seen him before, he must be a new addition. There were a lot of those lately. Rainbow had been expanding as of late, new additions were almost routine. There were now...28 active squads? Maybe more, he didn't know. It wasn't like the old days...

Kiidaa bit down on her knuckle, a habit she always did. She moved her hand from her mouth then looked at the men. "Not too talkative are ya guys? Heh. Names Kiidaa, but you guys can call me Mirror."

He smiled as another familiar face walked through the door.
"Otto..glad you could make it , of course you're not late. Where would we be without our pilot?" he asked smiling a little. He turned and looked at the other people. The latino man who was stood quietly in the corner suddenly spoke up making himself seem tall and important.
"Hello and welcome to Hereford." Domingo Chavez said , with a smile on his face.
"If you would all like to take a seat , we can get down to briefing." Ding finished. Clint took a front seat next to a young looking man who was sitting completely soaked from the rain.
"Now then. We have a serious situation over in North America. As you all know... we had issues with a Las Vegas assignment a few years back. We had one of our men go AWOL. I don't really want to get into that but this time things are alot worse." he clicked a button he held in his hand and a screen flashed up behind them showing two images. A heavily defended white house and what seemed to be a fortress which turned out to be the Empire State Building.
"These are Alpha zone and Bravo zone. They are codenamed that because that is what we need , two teams. And coincidentally , we seem to have two teams right here." Ding laughed slightly , before his face turning stern once more.
"Now a bomb blew up at the white house yesterday at 0300 hours. A group proclaiming themselves 'The Crimson Eye' have stormed the white house. We don;t know how it was achieved but the united states secretary of defense was in on it. Makes me ashamed in my opinion. They are threatening to execute the president as a symbol of their intentions. They want to declare themselves the new superpower of the world. And the reason they think their getting away with this is these..." he turns and presses another button , a large red missile is being loaded in a video clip.
"The Crimson Storm. Or that's what they call it. They want to unleash this on not only America but the world. It's enough destructive power to level countries , Continents even! We don't know how , they developed in secret in the middle east. Our intel is completely off the mark. We need to stop those missiles and protect the president." he finished a grim look on his face.
Some of the people in the room stirred as if to leave.
"Wait right there. That is problem number one. Number two is the Empire state building. A second militant group of mercenaries known as the Reaper's Fist have breached and held the ESB in New York. This is a major concern as we know the two groups are working together. Civilians are at risk here. We don't comprehend which is the bigger threat. Rainbow's number one rule , 'make sure there are no civilian casualties'. We are in a real state. It's up to you two team's to take down these bastards. Not only Rainbow , but the world is counting on you. Mr. Clark will fill you in. That is all. Good luck Rainbow." He gave the team a wink then disappeared through a door at the back of the room.
Clint sat there , contemplating what he had just been told. He rubbed his face. There was a strange silence in the room.
"Goddamn terrorists..." Clint mumbled before shifting in his seat...

Kaedai looked from the man to the woman as she spoke. "Mirror..." He spoke, his voice rumbling through his body. "Why do they call you Mirror?" He looked her over, also examining her equipment. Another new one, but this one seemed less experienced. But, experience was earned on the battlefield, not in training. So she would prove herself soon. But then the briefing started. He sat through the shock of what was happening. Terrorists? Right in the heart of America. And helped by the Secretary of Defence. "What a day..."

A bit shaken by the sudden explanations, she tried to get her thoughts off of it for a moment and turned to answer Kaedai. "My last squad nicknamed me. On a mission I happened to glance in a mirror and I slightly fixed my hair and one of the guys gave me a hard time for it. He started to call me Mirror and I guess it stuck." She looked around the room again.

"Sir?" Sean caught Clint's eye. "Where in the hell is the US military?!? They're pretty competent and could deal with this, right?" Sean shifted in his seat, itching to get to the base machine shop and add some new tricks to his shotgun. He had had some good ideas on the flight.

Kaedai stood and looked to Clint. "Feet first into Hell. Isn't that what Training told us?" He smiled and looked at the display. Nukes changed things though. They weren't just going after petty criminals with a few dozen blowguns. No, they were going after a nuclear threat. And with civilians and the President...Kaedai rubbed his chin, thinking. "The military isn't equipped to handle something like this." He answered the young man. "They don't have the necessary..." Kaedai looked back. "Finesse."

He smiled, looked at the man who asked about him, "Ja mache ich. Ich bin nicht gewöhnt, solch verschieden Camo zu sehen, bin ich GSG-9." He looked around, then after listening to the breifing, he said, "Heh, I wasn't expecting terrorists to do this... I trained for years... waiting for the Red Storm to rise... but not like this." He stared at the floor, then loked up and around the room, and asked, "When are we rolling out?"

Running her fingers through her hair she turned to the men, not really knowing what to say.

James set his headset by the computer and slowly stood up, stretching his arms and back after being in that position for most of the night. He slowly grabbed a folder from the desk and walked in front of the entire group with a calm and relaxed demeanor.

"Okay ladies, listen up: the Reaper's Fist is a Russian group and most are presumed to have experiance within the Spetsnaz and thus are extremely lethal so I want Alpha in on this one: fast rope from a chopper." James coughed after finishing and flipped sheets in the folder.

"We don't know much about the Crimson EYe, not even their leader but we do know they've got a gun to the president's head so I need Bravo leader to gather up a few men and take that: covert movement over the perimiter." James then tossed the folder back to the desk.

"Ladies and gentlemen: we're dealing with a situation that could send shockwaves throught the entire world in the form of the world's worst political vacume where everyone with a gun will by vying for power so these strikes need to be done at the same time and they need to be done silently: capturing of the leaders is not a priority." James said sternly.

He waited for their responses.


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My second character.

Name: Kyle Chesternetts.
Gender: Male.
Age: 25.
Military Rank: Corporal.
Appearance: http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2310/2367118916_5b917e2deb.jpg
Primary Weapon: SIG 552 Commando assault rifle with foregrip, ACOG sight, and folding stock.
Secondary Weapon: Remington 870.
Sidearm: Desert Eagle.
Occupation within Rainbow: Bravo team CQB specialist.

She smiled. "Yessir." She turned to the rest of the men, "So what are the rest of your names?"

Clint sniffed the air loudly before turning to look out the window oncemore. He let out a sigh before turning to the group behind him still chatting away and talking. He sized up each person.
"You , you and...you..." he pointed to the young lad still sat in his chair , dripping wet , the man who owned the duffel bags and the woman, he made a popping noise and stuck his thumb behind him.
"You lot with me... Hope you all like the big apple?" he said a smirk on his facing hiding the actual hint of fear from when he had been told the situation. I hope to God Clark know's what he's doing here...
He folded his arms and looked over to James oncemore.
"When's the plane? I doubt we'll be flying over in a Nighthawk with Otto..." Clint said , shrugging...

Dave stood when clint had pointed at him and he tilted his head in a confused way. "So we are going to NYC to stop the terroist threat and then come home happy as larry.... Well im cool with that lets roll" He said smilling as he walked towards the door and waited for the others.

Mirror grinned, happy with her placement. "Sweet, then lets get a move on." She ran her fingers through her hair and walked towards the center of the room.

"The planes waiting at the airport in hanger 12." James said simply.

"I'll be keeping contact with all of you via the video feed so keep it active." He added.

James then headed back to the computer and once more sat down to begin typing various commands.

Sean stood, nodding to James. "Right then, keep in touch." He grabbed his bags, moving with no apparent discomfort from the heavy load. "Let's go bag us some terrorists!" Sean, it seemed, was rather bloodthirsty. He strode to the hanger, whistling a jaunty tune and singing to himself; someone musically inclined would tell that it was Ayreon's "Loser".

Name: Zetsumei "death" Hygronikcozy
Gender: M
Age: 24
Military Rank: Lutenat
Appearance (include physical description and armour/clothing , pictures are acceptable): He wears all black viper armor. He has tactical helmet and pants on. He his fit and willing to fight.
Primary Weapon: Tactical 1200 (Its a shotgun fronm vegas two) laser sight
Secondary Weapon: SIG 552 Commando assault rifle with foregrip, ACOG sight, and folding stock.
Sidearm: The Raging Bull, laser sight.
Occupation within Rainbow (Alpha squad , Bravo squad , Chopper Pilot , Intelligence Operative etc.): Bravo Squad

Walking alongside the men she smirked. Rain still poured from the sky and didn't seem like it was going to let up anytime soon. "So, what type of plane are we taking today?" She curiously looked at the hanger they were approaching. She looked to Clint for his answer, thinking he might know.

He knew the plane would probably drop Alpha and Bravo squad at the New York Rainbow HQ to gear up. He walked past everyone and headed for Hanger 12. As he walked he noticed a "kill house".
It brought back memories from his time in the SAS. He blinked away his memories then carried on the long road finally arriving at the large olive coloured hanger. Inside was a large grey jet with blacked out windows. A man in a suit was waiting at the foot of some stairs leading up to the jet.
"Good morning , Major Barnes." he man said as Clint smiled , climbing the stairs and finding a suitable seat on the plane. It was fancy. Rainbow obviously looked after its members alot better nowadays. He let out another sigh and crossed his legs sitting back in his seat...

Otto made his way aboard the plane, then sitting in one of the chairs, he said, "I still prefer my old 'Boxcar'." He then turned towards the man named Clint and asked, "How long have you been in the service?"