CTU Lunar Eclipse

As everyone had entered the room, Greg walked in last. He heard the unit talk to each other and he grinned discreetly. He looked at Rand and slapped him in the back of the head "Deuce is not the only one" He said, walking past the group and trough the door on the other side. "Remain here" He said as he disappeared trough it and closed the door behind him.

Alice stood in the room, limping up to a seat and sat down next to Hazel. She did not say anything, just sitting there quietly. What would be next? So far, she had been knocked nearly uncouncious, been chained in an empty training area for some hours. She was almost worried what would be the next thing happened to her. She felt like a victim. Not a victim, the victim.

Rand smiled. Acually feeling that he was messing with Rand for once instead of trying to kill him.

"Thank you sir... Oh I give up I can't be a suck-up." He stared at Greg and watched his movements just waiting to here what the training would be.

" now if only you could stop sucking up to every women in this building then we would be set." he said smilling.

Hazel smiled ruefully at gregs comment toward Rand and silenced an inward laugh. Instead she managed to lift her hand to her mouth and utter a cough like noise. She smiled then, glanicng quickly back at greg, at Alice. She lifted her hand and gave a subtle two finger wave. As she noticed the girl's doleful attitude smiled reasurringly.

Giving greg an annoyed glare she turned back and stared at the table, following its small silver designs with her curious blue eyes. She would not tolerate one of her teamates being picked on, and if it happened again she was afraid se would not be able to keep quiet. for now, though, she managed to bite her tongue.

"Oh I'm sorry that I'm nice to women.. So far I haven't seen you talk to a single woman in this entire building. Hazel here thinks otherwise of how you think also." He gives the finger and smiles just to annoy him.

" Alice n Camillie but everytime i talk to them you turn French and hit on them. See im not a fonney jackass so i dont need to hit on all the women" He looked att he door that Greg went threw " cant wait to get my book back after this"

"So how is the way I talk to them hitting on them but when you do it is just conversation?"

"SILENCE! YOU CAN HAVE YOUR LADY DUEL LATER, WORMS!" Greg roared.
Greg stood by the door for a short amount of time, as he then opened it. A man met him with thre large brown leather sacks, containing something heavy. "Alright, children. Christmas is early. Everyone been nice little boys and girls? Have you? Yes you have!" He said, almost getting a baby voice, before turning silent. "No, seriously now. SIT!" He said, ordering everyone to sit around the table. He placed the three sacks in a line and crossed his arms, waiting for everyone to turn silent and sit at their places. "This is final preparation before next training session" he said, awaiting a response and obeyance from the group.

" well ya im saying shit like I IM SORRY I LEFT YOU BEHINDBACK THERE LET ME HUG YOU ANDHELP TO A SEAT " He got up. His hand figited once agian. e now just relized that might have been a sign all along. Left hand switches and somthing abd happens. Some how. (( late post))

He shut up and sat down.

Amir entered the room, and awaited further commands. Apple had instructed the squad to stay in the current locations, and left the room. "Well, doesn't this seem oddly familiar...", he thought, anticipating possibly something similar to the occurrence two nights ago.

Standing, he tapped his foot while he waited, observing the rest as he did such. Most were seated, Rand was bickering with Deuce, and so on. Nothing too interesting, he supposed pushing his hair back.

Greg finally came back, blaring his words as usual. He took a seat immediately at Apple's command, and looked at the bags laid in front of them all. Three of them, to be precise. "What treats are in these 'fun bags'?", he said to himself. His earlier suspicions seemed to be rendered void, seeing as Apple hadn't came back in full gear this time, but Amir still remained cautious.

Hazel raised a contemptious eyebrow. She gazed at him skeptically. had he no watch? Another training session? at this hour..? Could the most elite of the country really be at top shape when sleep deprived? sighing she nodde das he spoke, responding with a quiet
'yes sir'
here and there.

He quit talking and focussed his full attention on Greg.

"Thank you" He said, seeming impressed. They were very quick at following orders, he had to give them that. He stood silent for a while, enjoying the silence. He then opened one of the sacks and turned to the group with a grin. He pulled the two others in front of him as well as he bended down into the sacks.

"DEUCE WYATT! 23A1 SNIPER RIFLE! THE GUN MAKES THE MAN!" He shouted, picking up a big gun from the sack. He threw the gun trough the room as it slid on the table and landed in front of Deuce.

"ALICE WONDERLAND! SILENCE MODIFIED P-90 WITH SCOPE!" He said, throwing the gun across the room.

"HAZEL BARRON! M4A1 SOPMOD! DONT BREAK YOUR BACK!" He threw the rifle right at her.

"AMIR YAACOV! M16 ASSAULT RIFLE! GOOD CHOICE!" He roared, smashing it into the man who sat closest to him.

"JAN SOBIESKI! AK-47 ASSAULT RIFLE! RUSSIAN DESIGN! LEARN TO LOVE IT!" He said sharply, throwing the gun at the man.

"CAMILLE L! DESERT EAGLE! A SIMPLE HANDGUN, SUITABLE TO YOUR SIZE!" He said, turning his head and giving Amir a grin.

"ROYCE GANNON!" He paused "YOUR GUN IS AT THE SHOOTING RANGE! Saint. APPLE DID NOT HAVE BIG ENOUGH OF A BAG!" He shook his head, searching the sack for more.

"RAND SCHILLINGER! SIG 550!" He said, pulling the rather large gun out "DONT STRAIN YOURSELF!" He said, throwing it at the man.

"JAMES DAVIS! CORNERSHOT- ARP! EXPENSIVE TASTE, DIRTBAG! YOU BETTER NOT FAIL!" He said, carefully sliding the gun along the table to James.

He stood then quiet with his arms crossed. He wanted to see each and every ones expression on their face. "Feel free to talk"

Hazel stood and came to attention as her name was called, and instantly regretted it as she fumbled with the M4 tossed to her. A small grin crossed her face. Rifles where always fun...and quite versatile. An adequite choice for one such as herself. With that she heald the rifle at order arms and turned to Alice, gazing at the weapon. She nodded in awe then looked aorund at the others. She would admit she felt an interesting combination between proud and over thrown as she stood clinging to her rifle. A msile crossed her face again. She was going to love this..she just hoped she could start her real job soon. The others would certianly see her area of skill then, because she knew damn well she was good at what she did.

" So, any ideas what the next...'training session'... Is going to involve? "

she asked no one in particular. She lingered on the word, her thoughts filing back to the first session. She was no longer tired.

Deuce picked up his rifle and a small grin crossed his face. "I love4 this gun.." He inspected every inch of the weapon. Telling himself it is in pristeen condition and held onto it with his right hand. "So i hope this next mission will be a good one?" The grin on his face turned to a smile as he checked the clip.

A pleasant surprise indeed, an M16. A somewhat standard assault rifle, but nonetheless one of the most used. It was nearly driven into his body by Apple, but it was nothing serious. He noticed Apple give him a slight smirk as he called out Camille's weapon. The Desert Eagle was one of his country's own manufactured arms, and one Amir had been fond of to boot.

Thoughts changing, he stroked the barrel of the gun, she was a beauty indeed, he had thought. Although, the magazine seemed to be missing. "No ammunitions then". Oddly enough, he'd taken his mind off the mission at hand for a moment, and held his rifle as if preparing to fire in a rapid movement, then swiftly holding it in a traditional arms position.

Taking note of the others' guns, Amir commented to Hazel "A firing exercise?", he said, his tone alluded to the fact he himself couldn't be sure, as they'd been kept uninformed about each training session practically until it was time to start.

Rand smiled brightly " yea baby back in buisness !!!" He took out the clip " well theres sapose to be 27 shots but Commander you da man !" He shoved the clip in there and was dying to cock the gun. He smiled like a teenager after scoring hard core sex with a hot chick. AND PLEASING HER =D. He then looked at Deuce. " ya your not the only one with a long Barrel" He huged his gun like a child.

Alice grabbed her gun, and looked at it with amaze. She was not even going to bother asking how they knew what kind of gun she liked, but it was her absolute favorite one. She aimed around the room with a smile on her face. It made her feel nostalgic, even though it should not feel good spilling blood. She wished she could go back to the field right now, but figured it would not going to happen. She then looked at the rest of the squad and their piece of equipment. She laid an eye on Royce, who had not recieved a gun. "Too big to fit the bag" Greg had said, which made Alice ponder it a little bit. She turned at Rand and smiled. He seemed rather happy with his new 'toy'. It pleased her, since he had not gone of on a very good start with the commander. "Someone like guns" She said, giggling at Rand.