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         "Right then," Jacob said spinning on his heels and faced the table. He took a couple of steps towards it and was beside Eric, who had picked a Mossberg shotgun. Jake smirked at the man's choice and turned to the table and surveyed his options. A wide variety of choices from Warsaw Pact weapons, to NATO, to good ol' American weaponry.

He swung back on his heel, nodded his comrades, and surveyed the training area. A skeleton of a house. A MOUT course to be sure. A cat walk to observe them. Really standard Jake thought to himself and he shrugged. He began to talk to himself, but the others could no doubt hear him. "Right... Urban combat. Can expect a lot of corners... Shotgun already taken," He glanced at Eric with a smirk, "So then a Carbine would be suitable. Need maneuverability." He said, picking up an M4 and tested it's weight. He size was correct but he just didn't... Like it. He sat it back on the table, "No, maybe not a Carbine." He then scanned his selection once more, and picked up another American favorite, a M16. Again he sat it back down.

Then he caught a glimpse of something that intrigued him. A bullpup design would suit the environmental need for maneuverability. Plus, he had always been partial to the Bullpup design. A British L85A2... He picked the NATO weapon up and immediately loved the weight it gave. Due to the Bullpup nature, barrel length would be the same as an assault rifle's, but it was smaller in size than one too. "Hello there, I think we have a winner," He said before picking up the 5.56mm rounds for it.

Next came the side arm, the standard M1911A1. He slid that into the holster at his side. He then reached under his scarf and retrieved a pair of tinted safety glasses and placed them on his face.

"Alright, let's rock." He said, a smile plastered to his face.