Realistic or Modern Project Syndicate: Seitenwind IC [CLOSED]

[Pilgrim59]

EPISODE 1: LOST LUGGAGE

Reticent heels and shuffling boots echoed the airport at Incheon. Every now and then, a place of respite for the weary - coffee shops, a few scattered bars and vibrant gift stores. The intersection clock showed 0532 local time. Different means and different times, Crosswind had been given their locales and rally point on a "need-to-know" basis - something that seems to be passed down to their very bones. Rather than travelling together, they had to get in-country via different means, as the Syndicates lurk among the shadows of the foggy morning of Korea. Such was their line of work, for knowledge itself was nothing short of carrying intelligence around for the enemy to exploit. The Program itself, has yet to be refined, let alone their arrays of assets. Only the integral part of the Board knew more than those on the ground.

An unattended briefcase? Or perhaps a phone call at a certain booth at a certain time? Or rather, a simple flight change on the flight board. These seemingly-trivial details could very well determine the outcome of Crosswind Team's operational integrity. Any of these subtle details could be a low-key signal to the operators. Trained to attend to these details, are the Crows that carry out the Program's bidding. A vacation, it seemed, was the general term for those coming to a land foreign to their own with sandals and khaki shorts. But for these estranged triplet, their purpose are anything but warm water and inflatable duckies.

In the airport's parking garage, laid dormant an assortment of vehicles. Yet despite their indifferent looks, a certain group of personnel from different directions, found their way to the same car. The numbers that were once on different disposable pieces of papers were now engraved on the sedan's plates. It was almost as if it was a set of subliminal courses of action that brought three strangers to one another.

Midrick RandomBlobMan

OBJECTIVE:
Locate black sedan and rally with other team members. Next set of instructions are found inside glove compartment.

 

[Pilgrim59]

Salient
Incheon Airport, S. Korea
Midrick RandomBlobMan​

Pacing herself towards the black sedan, Salient kept her nonchalant steps, all the while taking a few puffs off her slim cigarette. The embers glowed in the dark garage, among the morning fog. Before long, she found herself leaning against a nearby concrete pillar, as if waiting for others to show up. The Austrian had her jacket in tow, where her camera was hanging around her small-profiled shoulders. Abiding by her time, she leaned forward, where the light breached into the dark parking lot, and took a few shots of the dawning horizon with her camera.

She had convinced herself, as well as her peers that she was a tourist. Looking the part, and putting up a curious expression, one could hardly tell that this very girl was actually a helicopter pilot. Of course, while she was taking pictures of the waking city, her ears tended to her background, knowing full well that she was not the only one. Perhaps they will show up soon, she told herself. Despite being called a team, she have yet to be acquainted or had a chance to train with them. Everything was kept secretive, from whence her training began and ended. Like a child caught in between a teetering marriage that was bound for the highway's end.

Yet, despite what everyone else was compelled to believe, Salient believed in the Program's cause, knowing full well of what was needed of her. One way or another, dawn is coming, and Salient was eager to meet her team. An estranged sister reuniting with an estranged family of gunfighters and warriors.

"What a beautiful country..." she muttered softly underneath her breath, as a few clicks went off from her camera.

 

[Midrick]

Jordan Traeger, better known as "Void" to his new associates. Walked the the terminal of the airport with a tired step, unlike his other two associates, he had been chosen to enter the AO in the most unceremonious way imaginable, by bus. Void was ever so slightly miffed that he had to sit through a long ride with multiple stops and with some less than savory characters. He barely felt the backpack he was carrying, one thing the corps had done right by him was teaching him how to ignore the weight of gear and the aching in your feet. He looked like a foreign student, but his rather large physique had the potential to give him away, his haggard appearance and the bags under his eyes would make it seem like he just came from uni though, if he had too he would just make a bullshit story about meeting a friend or relative.

He didn't know who he was meeting or where he was going after coming to the car he was instructed to find. Reminded him of his time in Bolivia, never got absolutes, only vague directions and general directions. Nothing changes with these spooks huh. he thought to himself as he rounded a corner into the parking garage of the airport. After taking an elevator to the level where the car was specified, he stepped out of the elevator and found the sleek, glossy vehicle.

He reached into the pocket of his carhartt and pulled out a zippo, after a click sounded as he whipped open the lighter and the sound of the strike wheel igniting the wick, he held a small piece of paper, and watching the orange flames consume the slip greedily, he dropped it on the ground, and stomped it out. He didn't know why he was in Korea, but usually when he was sent to a country with minimum information and vague instructions, someone was going to die... despite all the training and "conditioning" he didn't believe in the message of this Iron Crown organization, in reality the only thing that made them and the people they were going after different was that one of them had government funding and support.

Void walked around to the front of the car and leaned on the hood, it was a Caddy, good to know at least someone in the black ops community had some taste. He saw a girl in an orange jacket snapping pictures, after hearing her comment about the way the predawn countryside he looked up and out at the rising sun. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." he said as he crossed his arms.

Pilgrim59

 

[Pilgrim59]

Salient
Incheon Airport, S. Korea
Midrick​

Salient let off a meek sound, as a man with red hair approached her. She eyed him a bit. His apparel seemed like your average heavy-duty trucker of sorts. Yet despite his suave approach, the American accent, among other things stood out to her. It was out of the ordinary for someone to pick up girls in an airport garage, let alone a foreigner. The man was tall, accompanied by his deep voice - the typical acknowledgement of a charming man in the modern day's norms. But Salient protested, for she was more than certain that he did not went out of his way for chit-chat with a total stranger.

"That almost sounded like a pick up line... Hmm... I don't suppose this sedan right here, is your car?" she pointed towards the car, while shielding off her camera's lenses.

It was the first time she met another Crow, or at least that was what her instincts spoke. Among other secrecy and discretion, Crows don't generally hang out in some undisclosed safehouse for bonding. They underwent personal training, surveillance, and were taught to survive on their own. Much like separate grocery bags that only functioned together with a cashier, or in this case, their handler - of whom they have yet to meet. Even so, Salient had to ascertain that the man was not a threat, despite his nonchalant posture upon the car's hood.

 

[RandomBlobMan]

She was called for. It didn't seem like a very open organization, by the way she was let in. Why she accepted, she didn't quite know. Maybe she wanted to see what all this was about. Maybe it seemed fun. What mattered now was that she had to find a certain vehicle in the area to unite with her teammates. Teammates that she have never seen or heard of in her entire life. This seemed fun.
"Hmmph."
The operator crossed her arms as she spotted two people standing next to her destination. Could this mean? Hutch approached the two people and cleared her throat.
"You folks going to go for a ride or no?"

 

[Midrick]

The corner of Void's mouth twitched when he heard her speak of pick up lines, he sniffed and looked back out towards the field across the parking structure, he developed the look that most people called the thousand yard stare, really it was what happened after you had seen something so fucked up that it was burned into your subconscious and haunted your thoughts constantly. "It isn't my car, and that most definitely was not a pickup line." he said as he pulled out a phone. The clock said 5:40, but combined with jet lag and the bus journey his eyelids felt like they were weighted with lead and he felt like he could've slept for a day or two. As he fought to stay awake, another person had arrived in the parking garage.

"Depends on who's driving." Void said as he stood up and stopped leaning against the car, he assumed these were then people he was working with. Hopefully they were at least semi competent. "I assume at least someone has keys." he said as he motioned to the Cadillac sedan as well as trying to stifle a yawn.

Pilgrim59 RandomBlobMan

 

[Pilgrim59]

Salient
Incheon Airport, S. Korea
Midrick RandomBlobMan​

Salient eyed the American for a bit, with a slight chuckle.

"You are a tough nail, aren't you?" she said to the American.

The man clearly didn't appreciate her silly remarks, and that was one way she could tell that he wasn't one for trying to get along. A bit of seriousness and all, aside from the fact that the man was simply sleep-deprived.

"Well, I think we found our driver." Salient replied upon the arrival of another woman, as she grabbed her duffel bag.

Eyeing the car for a bit, Salient lifted the handle, and hopped in the back, prompting the other two to do the same. Before long, the trio found themselves situated in the Cadillac. The door was unlocked the whole time. For one to think that the Program was all but secrecy, that they would have enough security measures for a vehicle. Yet here Salient was, alongside two strangers that she was told to expect and ride along with. Inside the glove compartment was a key, and an address taped on it. It didn't take long for the white-haired woman to plug the address into the GPS, while the American rode shotgun in the front seat. Their destination - Hyunjun Apartment Complex, a coastal retreat of in Kkotji.

"I'm Salient by the way. Tech Specialist. We're supposed to go by our callsigns... right? Or did I screwed that up... Hmmm, anyways! So... how did you two got into the country? " Salient asked the two, as the vehicle started rolling. Her blue eyes glowed with curiosity, hoping to get along with her supposed comrades.

 

[RandomBlobMan]

"I'll try my best I guess."
Ink shrugged as the lady referred to her as their driver. That was quite a rough guess. Good thing she had a driver's license, or it would've made things awkward. In her opinion she was a good driver. Minus the excessive shouting she did when things got heated up. Approaching the car, she flinched as the door just opened-unlocked car, sounded like a possible Grand Theft Auto victim- and took the driver seat. She found the car key and the destination, and punched in the address rather aggressively on the GPS. She plugged the car key in, and started the car. With a pleasant revving of the engine, their ride came to life.

Ink lead the car out of the parking lot and to the highway. Seeing how that it was five in the morning, the highway was nearly deserted. Fixing the rear view mirror, Ink replied to the lady who introduced herself as Salient.
"Call me Ink. That's the name they gave me. And I took a plane, seemed like the simplest and commonplace option."

 

[Midrick]

Void laughed when they figured out that the car was unlocked, he got into the shotgun seat and settled while the other woman started driving. He could feel himself start to slip into unconsciousness as she drove. When the girl in the back spoke up about callsigns and how they got into the country. "Void." said simply as he gestured toward himself. She was definitely full of energy unlike him, all he wanted right now was to relax. "I flew into Gwangju, but those fuckers made me ride by bus to Busan." the fuckers he was referring to was Athena, and he had nothing nice to say about the spooks as was previously displayed.

He finally fell into sleep, and his features relaxed into an expression of peaceful neutrality.

Pilgrim59 RandomBlobMan

 

[Pilgrim59]

Salient
Hyunjun Apartment, S. Korea
Midrick RandomBlobMan​

"Ink and Void... Sehr gut!" Salient pointed at the two respectively, as she nods to herself, accompanied by a light giggle.

She fiddled with her camera, as silence brew over the trio, at least for a while. The entire car ride was filled with silence and then some occasional remarks from Salient. Like a radio, it didn't take long for her to insert herself, as she felt the need to include. A coping mechanism for someone who was constantly thinking. From random tidbits of historical facts, to trivial knowledge of modern technology, with a few sprinkles about her favorite food. Salient was like a chirping bird as they got closer to their destination.

"...once I'm done with the lens, this fraulein can spot anything within a thousand miles. Hahaha!... oh we're here?"

Eventually, an abrupt silence loomed over them, as they arrived at an apartment complex by the coastal road.

"Wunderbar! Is this where we'll be staying? Dibs on the coastal view!" Salient exclaimed excitedly, as she grabbed her duffle bag and hurried alongside Ink and Void past the receptionist.

Despite the simplistic exterior infrastructure, the complex was openly spacious with access to an array of vending machines in the lobby. Around the apartment were a few convenience stores and local food stalls. A rather tranquil, yet bustling environment for them to work with. Salient was quite zealous in her steps, eager to see their room, of which was situated on the top floor.

Salient could feel Void's annoyed gaze every now and then, particularly her hyperactive tendencies. Ink on the other hand seemed quite a dove, yet despite her placid demeanor, Salient was quite worried about her calm personality. She was too calm. But in the Austrian's head, it was only a matter of time before she got along with the two.

 

[Pilgrim59]

Agent Summer
Hyunjun Apartment (Hotel 4), S. Korea
Midrick RandomBlobMan Minyari
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As the trio made their way past the mundane hall of the complex, then into the corresponding room that shared their key's number, a sultry voice reached out to them. Across from them stood a certain slender figure, who's immaculate silver hair glittered with the bright morning sun. Her satin blouse and black coat emphasized a certain aura of a business woman. Yet despite her feminine posture, there was a certain glow of empowerment - an invisible silhouette of a complex and mysterious figure. As all handlers before her, the woman held a firm posture, knowing full well of her capabilities and those before her. Out of the shadows, emerged another, one who seems to be as fresh-faced as the trio were.

"Welcome to Korea, Crows. I hope ye trips been pleasant?" the woman greeted them with a slight giggle to boot, turning slightly from the transparent panels, unveiling a glass of bourbon in her hand. Her distinctive Scottish accent was hard to miss.

"Help ye selves to some pieces in the fridge. Right then..." she paused slight, as the curtains descended upon the command of her remote.

As darkness consumed the room, her amber eyes lit up with determination. For a field handler in the Program, there was not a single hesitation in their speech, nor their act. Everything was as if reading off a script from the back of their head. The rest of Crosswind followed her into a separate room, where a meeting table laden with notes and pictures stretched out before them. A noticeable bulletin board with highlights of names and dates were in place. Closing the door behind her, she paced herself towards the board, as Crosswind situated themselves.

"I am agent Summer, and I will be in charge of ye lots. Our play field will be in and around East Asia. If needed be, you will be deployed where you are deemed necessary. Your target..." she said, tapping the blank board lightly, then moving on.

"... is the Syndicate. An underground organization that's on the verge of capitalizing all the criminal activities in the world. Narcotics, gun-running, destabilization of governments, trafficking, you name it. At least, that's what we know of. What we don't know, puts the Devil in between us and the glens."

"Ye will need to destabilize and destroy each and every one aspect of their operations. What you'll be doin' are off the records, lasses. Black. You'll have full autonomy. You pick your target, you decide the how, just get 'er done. Gather intels, learn who the players are, their methods, and neutralize them. Watch each other's backs, as anyone could be on the Syndicate's payroll. There are several numbers of ousted gangs and cartels that are looking to dethrone the Syndies. They share our interests, which means they will be our friends-with-benefits. Like it or not, you will need their 'services' to succeed."

The agent leaned forward, with both her hands on the table, as she eyed the operators.

"No one will come when you call for help. Use any and all resources at your disposal. Be lethal, be unorthodox. Throw out those manuals, because everything around you, is the frontlines. Welcome to Operation Iron Crown, Crosswind."

"This apartment will be your staging ground in Korea, designation: Hotel Four. There many like it, tatters on the salad. Say hi to your fellow compatriots next t'ah. Void - marksman. Ink - heavy weapons. Salient - technical specialist. And Morphine - medical support. Any questions?" Summer pointed at each respective member of Crosswind in order, brushing her bangs aside, as she folded her arms.

 

[Minyari]

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Morphine​

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Hyunjun Apartment (Hotel 4), S. Korea

Ad meliora. (Toward better things.) ​

[/div][/div][div class=005][div class=006][div class=007][div class=text]Ding! Her petite hands clutched within her pockets the lady had just exited the elevator and began walking down the hallway of the top floor before landing herself outside the entrance to her supposed cave of employment. Placing the labeled key into the slit she entered the admirable cave as her gaze swept the room before landing upon a refined lady who she assumed was her handler. Making her way over she made a mild introduction before disappearing to explore her new surroundings. Not long later the entrance was opened and entered three others who she assumed were her teammates before popping her head back out with a juice pouch in hand.

Taking a seat beside the trio on the comfy couch she listened intriguingly to the brief and introduction, sipping quietly on her juice. Once the brief had finished by the Scottish handler she blinked twice before gazing over to her fellow compatriots before standing up abruptly with a clearing of her throat.

"Hello! The name's Morphine and as stated before your team medic. I'm from Alabama; yes that is in fact in the states. I also like juices and it's a pleasure to be on a team with y'all"

The cheery, Texan drawl came quite abruptly from the change in voice as Morphine introduced herself. Standing with a bright smile, for some maybe too bright like a child on a sugar high.
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[Pilgrim59]

Salient
Hotel 4, S. Korea
Midrick RandomBlobMan Minyari​

"Hello Morphine! Your obedient Salient, at your convenience! Ehehe!" Salient waved at Morphine from across the table, smiling brightly.

Turning towards their handler, Salient raised her hand proudly, as if a student waiting their turn on the board. The agent raised their brow, a nonverbal cue to grant Salient her permission to speak.

"How exactly do we go about acquiring our hardwares in the AO? Won't the Syndies have a lockdown on their turf?" Salient asked.

"Good question, birdy. We have contacts in specific regions to ensure that ye get ye equipments proper. The hardwares integral to ye requests will be shipped via different channels into the country. From state A to B, then your current Area of Operation." Summer turned towards the board, and with a swift manner, did a clear mapping of their logistic examples. From the manufacturer to a certain country in the Middle East, then the Malaya Peninsular, then straight into Korea.

"Our local asset in the AO will provide ye the date and time for pick up. Be advised, our intels on the ground are limited, so you'll have to do some proper recce prior, or we risk ramming straight into ta Syndie's arse. Any and all intels will go through me for assessment before I set you loose on your next objectives. Commence SSE (sensitive site exploitation) once ye have a twenty on your package." Summer said, as she pinned a couple of placeholder pictures onto the board.

Salient nodded slightly with amazement. She turned to the other Crosswind members to see if anyone else was going to sport a inquiry regarding their operations.

 

[Midrick]

It would have been nice to be able to sleep, except the goddamn German would not shut. The fuck. Up. His period of rest didn't last long and he was playing images in his mind of throttling Salient to get his desired peace and quiet he desired. After the car had pulled up to a hotel and they got into the room that the key went to. They found their handler.

After hearing that they would be working with other elements of the under world he started to nod off on the couch. He missed the third person who entered the room and thre rest of what Summer said, because he was passed out cold.

Pilgrim59​

 

[Pilgrim59]

Agent Summer
Hyunjun Apartment (Hotel 4), S. Korea
Midrick RandomBlobMan Minyari
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A modicum of unorthodox gestures and silence befell the room. Void had already passee onto the realm of dreams, Ink was more or less an obligated personnel of silence, while Salient and Morphine acquainted with one another. Summer shrugged it off. This wasn't the regular armed force. She picked them for a reason, and that was precisely what she needed - unorthodoxy. After all, nothing survives first contact, as she had learnt two years ago in Russia. Keeping a calm demeanor, Summer leaned back and sighed slightly. She felt a vibrating motion in her jacket's pocket. Taking a brief glance at the screen, she eyed the operators briefly before turning away.

"Vulture. What do you mean... lost luggage?" the woman answered the phone, with a certain gloom in her voice.

"What do you have on hand? Positive? Very well. Commence SSE and RTB. I will go after the asset myself. Keep me updated. Vulture out." Summer ended her call, as she turned towards Crosswind.

"Looks like you've got your first job, Crows. Right, ears up... All ears." Summer said, as she crumbled a piece of paper and threw it at Void's forehead.

"One of my asset is compromised. He's being held by the Syndies at a warehouse in Seoul. Your package is Sanghun Jo, a local informant. I need you to extract him to Incheon Airport. Time is of the essence. No time for recce or surveillance. You'll be going in gun akimbos with no support. Vulture reports some twenty hostiles in the perimeter, small arms and the likes. Use what you can from the Caddy's trunk, but get my asset home quick and clean. Questions? Good. Move your arses! Summer briefed Crosswind, laying out a map of their area of operation, as she marked their objective's locations and possible routes for their exfiltration process. She then slides Jo's picture across the table.

"He who dares, wins. Lasses." Summer saw the group out the door. There at the window panel, she eyed the street below her, where Crosswind would be getting ready to move out.

Objective:
- Gear Up Sequence: 1x primary/secondary weapon of choice.
- Find and extract Sanghun Jo from warehouse in Seoul to Incheon Airport.

Enemy dispositions: ~20 gunmen
Terrain: Urban

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[RandomBlobMan]

An asset to rescue. This seemed like a bad day for the team, to have an unexpected event happen. Now they had to rescue a man that's been caught by the Syndicate-some shady people she was supposed to shoot, nice-with not much to call their gear. She headed to their vehicle and found her trusty machinegun waiting for her. Good, because it was needed somewhere.
"I'll get us to the point when you're all ready."
She turned to the rest of her team.

 

[Midrick]

Void jumped when the paper hit his forehead, ever since his time in the service he was a light sleeper, never knew when you were about to get mortar shells dropped on your head or shot at. After a muttered litany of curses he sat up and looked at the map and the package's picture and ID. Sounds Easy enough. he thought, he also knew that those were some of the most popular famous last words ever...

After being shooed out of the apartment by Summer, Void stretched momentarily before he walked over to the Cadillac's back and popping the trunk, the sight that greeted made him snort in disgust. There was a M110A1, basically it was a modified version of an H&K 417. "Fucking German trashrod..." he said as he pulled the rifle out of the trunk.

He pulled the mag of the rifle and checked that it was full, he would've preferred the KAC version of the rifle, especially the M110K5, but this is what he had and he was going to have to work with it. A plate carrier that was earmarked for him lay below the rifle, and he put it on after taking off his jacket. He threw his jacket into the drunk and rolled the sleeves of the long sleeve shirt he was wearing underneath up to the elbow. After he stepped into the passenger side door. He finagled his rifle up against the door as he tucked his Jean's inside the boots he was wearing. He stuck his head out of the Cadillac's window and looked at Ink. "Drop me off half a block away from the warehouse, I'll post up on a building across from it and give you some overwatch." he said as he waited for his teammates. He was ready to get into some action.

Pilgrim59 Minyari RandomBlobMan

 

[Pilgrim59]

Salient
Hotel 4, S. Korea
Midrick RandomBlobMan Minyari​

Salient followed the others out to the car. Ink popped the trunk and quickly got her light machinegun fixed. Void went over the trunk's content and made a certain remark, of which Salient was sure was catered towards her origins. The obvious thing for her to do, was poke back. At least, in her thoughts, the man was capable of jabbing words, despite his cold, indifferent attitude prior.

Salient reached for the small case just around the big cased marksman rifle that Void had made a remark about just now. Salient began working on what the case had - a Heckler & Koch MP5k. Her weapon had no stock, only a foregrip and an accompanying red dot optic. As she worked with the picatinny rails for her red dot mount, she turned over towards Void.

"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, you said..."

Salient gave her MP5k's cocking lever a slap, safetying it, then attached it to her one-point sling. A small niner for a small-profiled figure. Salient puts on her light tactical chest plate, reconfigured the magazine pouches, before filling them. Putting on her favorite pair of Oakleys, the Austrian struck a pose of a certain comic figure, as she snapped her fingers. One could almost smell the impeding lawsuit from miles away.

"Takes a German to use a German gun, bruder (bro). Hehe." she said, putting on a baseball cap with a bright smile, as she turned over to Morphine.

"What do you think, Morphine? You think Chris Kyle here can handle twenty guys? I'm jealous of you, miss Ink. Wish I had enough stamina to lug around those. Hnng! Salient asked Morphine, before turning towards the others in the car - particularly Ink.

It was safe to say, she wasn't talking about Ink's weapon, but rather what was inherited above her ribs. Salient looked down on her shirt with a certain gloom. Her gloved hands fell on her chest, feeling them up and down, with even more dissapointment, as she realized her potentials for being an aircraft carrier deck.

 

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Morphine​

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Hyunjun Apartment (Hotel 4), S. Korea

Ad meliora. (Toward better things.) ​

[/div][/div][div class=005][div class=006][div class=007][div class=text]Finishing up their introductions, Morphine readjusted her focus towards Summer's briefing as she listened intently. As the brief quickly ended she followed her teammates out the apartment down towards the awaiting Cadillac. Waiting in like she eagerly awaited as her teammates received their choice of firearms. Being last she quickly glanced over the arsenal before landing her gleaming eyes upon her trusty Beretta M9, a 9mm. Picking the beauty up she loaded a magazine and pulled the slide back; loading a bullet into the chamber before slotting the handgun into her thigh holster. Slipping the spare magazines onto her magazine belt around her waist she responded to Salient.

"Chris Kyle was quite the legend. But, I'm sure our fella can handle himself and do quite the same." Looking towards her teammates she made her way into the Cadillac and found a seat.

"What about you? Think you'll take out a lot of the OPFOR?" She questioned Salient on the way in. [/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div] [/div] [/div][div class=fyuricredit]code/design by Fable [/div]

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[Pilgrim59]

Situation E-1A
Warehouse, Seoul, S. Korea
Midrick RandomBlobMan Minyari
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After equipping themselves with what they could find in the back of the Cadillac, Ink stepped on the gas - heading for Seoul. It was quiet throughout the whole ride, even Salient did not uttered a single word, despite her debut as a singing ortolan just a while ago. Crosswind had been briefed, and out of their civilian shells, emerged the shadows of their hidden warriors. The black sedan navigated its way past a multitude of traffics and crowds, concealing the operators' arms of war behind the tinted windows. As they arrived at their area of operations, Ink pulled the car over about half a kilometer from their objective.

Situated along the discrete banks of the Hangang (Han River) in western Seoul, rests a certain warehouse complex that was recently put up. The surrounding terrains were void of human presence, in contrasts to the bustling city that Crosswind drove by. The quartet of deadly musicians, whose instruments composed of gunpowder and pernicious intents. They went over the plan, plugging earpieces and double-checking their comms, before going about their way. The first stop was to put Void on overwatch from five hundred meters away, where a building under-construction stood. Bare cinder blocks and flying scaffolding tarps stretched above him. Ink would follow Salient and Morphine closely from behind. Far enough for her to get to the car in time, while having clear visual of their objective.

Salient and Morphine was to lead the assault, at least, trying to do so without having to alert the rest. They spent a couple of minutes eyeing the horizon from the nearby shrubs, marking some patrols, of whom were armed with G36s, and MP5s. The only way into the compound was via the containers, sparing a frontal assault at the main gate. With suppressors configured prior, the two passed the outer yard, huddling with speed towards the containers before them to get a better look. Ink hung back, about fifty meters behind Morphine and Salient, where the latter hand gestured her to stay put. Salient hand-signaled Void on his scope, without trying to break radio silence, as footsteps encroached closer towards her and Morphine. The hand signal was interpreted as "how many do you see?". Salient and Morphine kept a keen posture on the corner of the container, with their weapons set to fire.

Objective:
- Gear Up Sequence: 1x primary/secondary weapon of choice.
- Find and extract Sanghun Jo from warehouse in Seoul to Incheon Airport (Main)

Enemy dispositions: ~20 gunmen
Terrain: Urban

 

[Midrick]

Void hauled himself up the incomplete building, despite his level of fitness he was sweating a bit by the time he reached the top of the last bit of completed level. He set up his rifle on the edge of the small cinder block wall that was meant as a base for the building of the actual wall. He deployed the bipod of his weapon and got the magnification of his scope where he wanted it. On closer inspection the sight was zeroed in to 100 yards, it would have been nice if he could have fiddled with the scope himself and get the feel of the rifle, but a bad shooter blames his rifle first. He got into a crouch with his right knee on the concrete floor, and started following the two pointmen or pointwomen, Whatever. he thought to himself. he saw Salient through up a hand sign for a head count. After panning to the right he saw three bad actors moving on a foot patrol towards Salient and Morphine. He keyed the radio that was attached to harness "You got three lightly armored tangos coming at you, I hope you ladies like splatter painting." he said as he hit a button on his earpiece and it started playing music as he took aim at the first man in the formation.

Inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale... he repeated this cycle until the tangos were dangerously close to Salient and Morphine, on the last exhalation he centered the crosshair on first mans head, even though that was taboo for a sniper, the Chris Kyle comment had him a little hot. With a relaxed squeeze of the trigger, a dull hiss sounded as the sound of dull impact answered 500 meters away and blood, skull, and grey matter caked the brick wall that the lead man was about turn. His compatriots were to stunned to react from their friend being thrown to the right from the force of the bullet hitting his head and taking a good portion of it off. He shifted his hips to the left and his body followed as he turned his gun the man closest to the wall, Void placed a round through his left side, most likely piercing the left lung on entry and the right lung on exit. Maybe the heart if he was lucky. The last guy had started to run at this point. "Don't run..." Void said to himself as he tracked the man's panicked steps. He squeezed the trigger again as the bipod base swiveled as he led the shot. He saw man fall towards the ground and he skidded slightly "You'll only die tired." he said as he smirked to himself. He probably hit the the liver, it was hard to tell, Void shifted his aim up slightly and placed another round into the mans prone form at rib level, better safe than sorry.

He relaxed as he took his finger off the trigger and keyed his radio again. "Dinner reservations for three Salient." he said as he leaned his phone against the cinderblock for easier control over the music. The sheer magnitude of copyright infringement was staggering.

Pilgrim59 Minyari RandomBlobMan

Spoiler: Totally manly music choice

 

[Pilgrim59]

Salient
Warehouse, Seoul, S. Korea
Midrick RandomBlobMan Minyari​

"Appreciate it, Void. Spare a couple for us, ja?" Salient spoke softly over her earpiece.

It was apparent to her that her recent comment instilled a certain sense of pride in the man. He would have called out his target for a synchronized volley, yet instead, had chosen to deal with them himself. That was more than enough for the young Austrian to respect the American's marksmanship. Morphine and Salient then proceeded to drag the bodies out of sight, with Ink covering them with her light machinegun. When all is done, the trio advanced forward. They converged on the warehouse, and took a slight detour around the back, where they plan to make their entry.

"Void, this is Salient. We're breaching from the back. Let us know if anyone's coming our way, over?" Salient remarked over her comms.

Peeking via a small panel, Salient counted the personnel inside the building. A security room resided next to the door, where a guard was sitting. Luckily for them, he was alone from the rest of the wolves.

"I count seven armed personnel inside the warehouse, one by the door, six past the stock section. No eyes on HVI. He's probably kept in the storage section. Lets move."

Salient hand signaled Morphine and Ink to stack up on the door, as they made ready to breach. When the trio was prepped, the Austrian knocked on the door in a calm manner, baiting the guard to open it, to which he did - assuming it was one of his acquaintances. When the door was propped, a rush of wind and paralyzing sensation met the guard, as Salient's carbon-fiber knuckles met his face. She then followed up with a leg sweep, then a ziptie to restrain him. Reaching for his G36, Salient then hammered its weight against the man's head, knocking him out cold. Crumbling a piece of cloth, she then stuffed it into his mouth.

When she was done, Morphine was already moving up with her Beretta presighted forward, while Ink follow closely to tie up their flank. Salient then followed. The rest of their oppositions were the only thing between them and the storage room. They have no choice but to neutralize the threat before moving in. Salient signaled Ink to take two, Morphine two, and Salient herself will clean up the other two. How they went about it was up to them.

Meanwhile, as Void kept watch over the area, a pair of two gunmen would approach the backside of the warehouse. The door was propped open, piquing their inquiries. The two gunmen then converges on the entrance to investigate. One of them was already reaching for their communication device to report in.

Objectives:
- Find HVI

Void: take down 2 gunmen
Morphine: take down 2 gunmen
Salient: take down 2 gunmen
Void: neutralize 2 gunmen outside

 

[Pilgrim59]

EPISODE 1.5: FOREIGN AFFAIRS​

A week have passed since Crosswind's extraction of Jo, their local informant in Korea. Needless to say, the ordeal left quite a scene for clean up. A couple of skirmishes, a car chase, then picking off some stragglers. For agent Summer, it was nothing she could not cover on paper for Crosswind. Unorthodox, but exceptionally precise in their endeavors, Summer was pleased with them coming through. Jo was more or less intact, and took his ticket to America to lay low. Going off the grid for Jo also meant that he was on his own. Unlike their Special Activities Division counterparts, Aquila Program were not keen on advising security for Jo. Once they were burnt, there was no going back. However, Summer had her own take on the situation. The man left behind actionable intels in and around Asia. Smuggled shipment of guns for Crosswind, layout of key Syndicate gathering, and foremost - a certain safebox that needed to be recovered. The latter was said to be locked up in the Capital Bank in Seoul.

After the recent mission, Crosswind were confined to their safehouse Hotel Four. Bidding time for Summer to pick up on movements that pertained to the Syndicate's reactions. One of which had pointed out frequent influx of 'tourists' in Seoul, which only served to solidify Jo's intel. Before he left, Jo had pointed out some contacts in the area for Crosswind to secure. Local smuggling contacts that sold firearms and the like. Korea had proven to be strict on its gun-owning policies, but there exists certain holes. The Crows were no less different from the Syndicate in that endeavor. Parallel actions that reflected the Syndicate's modus operandi would help the Crows understand their enemies better, or so agent Summer remarked.

Following Jo's extraction, Crosswind was tasked with picking up on his work. Locales where gun shipments 'disappear' and somehow made it into their hands in Korea. The process itself was simple: attribute a front security company in need of guns, a locale for shipment, avoid payment by robbing said convoy of gun shipment, get in contact with a smuggler for a liable deal, and have them sent to your front door in Korea. But even when the deal was made, the smuggler themselves would ask for an "understanding", one that includes a sidejob in return for the weapons and equipment that they smuggle for Crosswind. And thus, Crosswind now finds themselves booking a couple of flights to number of locations.

Morphine and Ink were sent to Vietnam. Void tended to their shipment details, the exact warehouse that the smugglers would dock Crosswind's orders at, the schedule and real estate aspects of it. Meanwhile, Salient flew to Oman, joined by a new face of Crosswind - Warden. They were to secure a deal with the smuggler there in person, and prepare to rob the shipment that Jo had scheduled that was inbound for Muttrah City.

Salient
Muttrah City, Oman
Rielaix​

Salient got off the bus, and lit a cigarette, giving it a few puffs, as she paced herself out of the bus station and towards the motel by the seaside highway. Even in the heat, her multipurpose orange jacket kept the sun from parching her skin. She had a tanktop underneath and a shemagh wrapped around her head. Her camera strapped around her neck, with a dark coyote 5.11 backpack. It has been a week since Jo's extraction and it still felt like yesterday when she was in combat. Time was more or less a weird thing for the Austrian. She had been to more places than she could count in a span of two weeks. The perks that came with her job was definitely the travelling. But unlike tourists, her glances were not in awe at the scenery, but were instead one of discrimination against those that were armed. Rather than kicking it back with a cold beer in hand for a nice weekend off, Salient was always looking over her back, counting exits, armed personnels, and suspicious faces.

In front of the motel, she stood alone by the dumpster, trying to finish her cigarette while eyeing her surrounding. She was expecting someone. She did not know who it was she was looking for, but they should be alone, and more or less looking odd and out of place like her. The dumpster was their meeting point, like Korea's parked Cadillac. Salient had her earpiece in check, expecting a call anytime soon from Agent Summer should they change heir rally point again. Muttrah was a nice city for its cool breeze, Salient thought. It would not hurt to stay around for a couple of days, but she was chosen for a different life. The least she could do was cope with it. Unshielding her camera lenses, Salient snapped a few shots, blending in as a tourist, while standing by for her expected company for their main objective.

 

[Rielaix]

WARDEN

An Italian law enforcer in a world of evil. It felt as if she was chosen for this role by fate. Melancholy thoughts were complementary with every bottle of beer that she have had since she landed in the Middle East. Muttrah City did not have an airport. To Warden, it was an excuse for her to get buzzed. The ferry ride was not so pleasant thanks to the cold beer. But she stomached it, more pressed to drown in her own gloom than to throw up. The hot midday sun was something she wasn't used to. She had a cap on, fooling those around her for a heat-dazed traveller. But Warden was filled with displeasure at the state of things. Even when she retrained in the Aquila Program, she still wanted to go back to Italy to finish what she started. She knew better though, as far as corruption and the Syndicate's involvement were of concern, the roots go deep. She will only die without righting the wrongs that killed her best friend.

The Aquila Program was her new chance at obtaining a chance to fight evil. What troubled her was the way to go about it. What they were doing, or about to do, are no less of a black operation. There will be those that will be caught in the crossfire. Will she be able to make it through without the burdens of helplessness? Whatever, save what I can. She reassured herself, tossing the bottle of beer aside and getting off the ferry, swinging her bag in tow.

She hopped onto a tricycle scooter after landing at the docks and paid the ride towards the motel that she was instructed to go to. She did not know who she was meeting, only that they would recognize each other. How secretive can you be? She shook her head. Warden take a look around and saw a certain girl with an orange jacket taking pictures. She seemed like a friendly person, and a tourist at that. Maybe she could get a conversation going, while waiting for her partner. Upom closer look, the girl did not seem to just be any tourist. She had a whole getup of a not-so-discreet attire. The shemagh and backpack were the dead-giveaways. Warden would have to confirm her identity.

"Ciao signora! I was hoping to find the city's Eagle. Do you know where it is?" Warden spoke. Aquila meant Eagle, a lowkey clue to confirm the girl's affiliation with Crosswind, dependent on her answer.
Pilgrim59

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[Pilgrim59]

Salient
Muttrah City, Oman
Rielaix​

The Italian woman's accent was no foreign than that of her mentions of Eagle. Salient was beginning to feel the need to persuade Summer to change up their protocols. Being overly cautious does not correlate with paranoia. All these secrecy even among themselves were tiring to say the least. But even Summer answered to someone up the chain, and there was not much to do but keep her head low and abide by the rules of war. With that said, she made contact with her partner for their mission and it was time to get a move on.

"I can show you the way. Hehe. We're late it seems. Our contact should be waiting for us at the bazaar. This way." Salient replied with a perky smile on her face, taking a brief glance at her watch.

She lifted the dumpster's trap and unveiled a black duffel bag, of which she would tug alongside her. She wave the woman over to follow her through the back alley. Away from the crowd, Salient unzipped the bag and went through their equipment. A pair of SIG Sauer MPX, chambered for point-forty Smith & Wesson, a pair of mark-nine Berettas, and two magazines for each gun. Surely, Summer would have planned on giving them bigger calibers for robbing a convoy, let alone being sent in a pair against the unknown? Salient thought, chuckling at their 'cocktail guns'.

"Hopefully the Chief got a better cache down the road. There's no way we can hit a convoy with four mags each. Oh right... the briefing. Sorry, small brain... ehehe..." Salient chuckled with an embarassed tone, as she slid a mag into her MPX and actioned the mag-catch, before safetying and concealing it in her jacket.

Salient got on one knee and tarped a small map over her thigh, as she pointed at their location.

"Our job is to link up with our former informant's smuggler. We need their help to get guns into Korea. Everything else in that bag is cash, so let's not lose that. So we meet up with their lookout that's expecting us in the bazaar, drop off the cash, and they will point us to the direction of our next objective. Any questions? Good, because I have no answer to give. Oh, I'm Salient by the way, looking forward to working with you, and not die. Haha. What should I call you?" Salient went over their tasks and zipped up the cash bag over her shoulder.