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Blue Team
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Price turned his gaze to Corvo at his question, looking back forward after. "Not too much better than yours, I imagine." He paused, thought for a moment. "With new weapons, new technology, comes new ways of fighting wars. Deadlier ways. You know how it goes." He gave him a slight smile, though it quickly faded. "My job is to stop the people who use these new weapons in a... less than savory way; and I doubt I'll be retiring soon. Parts of the world have been getting better, sure. But some things... Well, some things never change." John left it at that. He'd hit them with the "We get dirty, and the world stays clean" bit, but it might not be the best idea to disclose his morally questionable methods. Yet. Price suspects he'll probably have to at some point, considering the nature of this op. Took some time for him to tell Garrick that, after all.
Once the group reaches the roof, they're met with... a roof. And a glowing, green portal. Michael made a comment, albeit sounding mostly disinterested. Price stopped himself from approaching it. Doesn't look safe, that's for sure. At this point, John is more surprised at his lack of shock at there being a portal. With the amount of bombshells being dropped on him lately about the nature of his situation, a portal is the least of his worries. It might come in handy later, though.
Revan volunteered to go through. "I wouldn't recommend it, looks-" but it was too late. He'd already hopped in, looking to see where it ended up. "Right."
Price turned from the portal, looking around the roof. Barricades on the edges for cover, but large open spots. Good for some practice. "Unless you want to jump into the green portal, too, let's get started." John turned to the group. He trusted that Michael was familiar enough with weapons to know what to do, and as for the armored thing... he wasn't really sure. As for the others, "Practice with whichever gun you want, and ask questions as they come. Get familiar with your weapon. If you've got a sniper, and wanna learn how to use it" Price held up his own sniper to show, "lay down prone on the floor, towards the open canyon, and set up your bipod." He set his own sniper down, the bipod propping it up, but didn't lay down with it. If only they had equipment for a spotter. "Put the stock," he pointed to the back of the sniper, "to your shoulder, and keep it there. You don't want the butt off your shoulder when you fire, or it'll give you a nice mule kick. When you're in position, chamber the round by pushing this forward," John pointed to the chamber. "Try and get familiar with it before you start firing."
"Ryder," he turned to the Dame, and walked over to her, "take out your sidearm. If that's all you wanna use, you've got to get damn good with it." He took out his own. It wasn't what he usually used, but it's the same concepts. He switched off his safety, aimed at a barricade at the other end of the roof, and fired twice. Reminiscent of a .50 cal, notably. Still something he can aim fine with. "Simple. Aim, and fire. You might feel the tendency to aim down to compensate for recoil. If you do, don't. The bullet with be out of the barrel by the time recoil kicks in. Aim at what you want gone, and the bullet will follow through. With a little practice."