Jean-Luc's ears pricked up at the sound of a helicopter. What the hell was this? They had been resupplied two days ago, they were set for another two weeks...Unless they were getting the reinforcements they had been promised for the last 5 years? Jean snorted, no, it wasnt that. He figured it must be someone thinking they were in trouble or something. He stood up, sighing at the broken serenity of this beautiful night, and brushed himself off, then headed towards the landed helicopter, from which a spikey blonde woman had emerged from, yelling about it nt being safe. His men smiled, some laughing outright at this statement. No shit it wasnt safe. Thats why they were in this god-forsaken hell hole after all.
Jean-Luc approched the woman, still in his army uniform, a slight smile on his face.
"Really? We had no idea it wasn't safe here. We were just out for a pleasent little picnic."
He spoke perfect english, with only the slightest trace of a french accent. Jean suddenly gained back his stern demeanor, his men howling with laughter behind him. There still was a trace of a smile in his cold eyes though.
"We are the Heavy Company, sent by Switzerland to help supress the contamination in this city. Is there somthing we can help you with? I assure you, there is no need to worry for us - we are well supplied and armed."
~sorry my pc froze. just to let you know shalimar looks like the lady on my sign on the bottom.~
shalimar yellow cat eyes showed at the sound of their laughter.she then broke the steel bar she used as a weapon."laught at that. any wa we are the ones that need help. see we got in a fight with them not to long ago. any way we left our weapons.we need food and ammo."
Jean-Luc, though he was slightly surprised by the woman's strength, was not impressed. He had seen men have 20 deep cut wounds but go on fighting, and others up to 50, bleeding everywhere and caked in red, and still find the strength to fire their gun. He did motion for his men to quiet down a little though, and motioned for the woman to follow him.
"We will provide you with food and weapons, ammo as well, and lodgings if you so desire. Why you would desire such when you have the chance to escape this hellhole, I would not know."
He lead her into a particulrly big tent, full of spare weapons and ammo. Two five-barrel miniguns also were here, set up on their legs, but not loaded. Jean grabbed three shotguns, two Glocks, and five HKs, and gave her the ammo, carrying the weapons himself.
"To the mess tent then."
He left the ammo tent, and started making his way towards a large mess tent.
"So, whats your name? And why are you in this living hell?"
Superhuman test-what was all this? Jean smiled a lirrlw. In all his years abroad, he had never heard of such a thing. He quickly hid his amusment and entered the mess tent.
"I am Oberleutnant Jean-Luc Jaques of the 93rd Swiss Regiment, Heavy Spec. Ops. We were sent out with 10,000 men. Our numbers now dwindle to 137, of which I am in charge."
He grabbed a few loaves of bread, some rosti, and other food they had spare. He looked at her.
"This should suffice?"
Not waiting for answer, he exited the large tent and headed towards the helicopter.
Alright I'm starting up the second storyline now.