"Of course. You all are in charge. I have been given the order to stay out of any choices you make. As soon as I have been given your names and checked you of the list, I am under the command of this group. Meanwhile, feel free to take your guns and ammo. The only rule in this session is that I shall not be harmed and brought to the base" He then looked down at the list. "Jan Sobieski. Leadership, huh?" He said and saluted Jan who stood in front of him.
Jan returned the salute and replied, "You could say that that is my speciality, sir. Does this imply that I will lead the squad? Also, when you say you are 'under the command of this group,' does it mean we give you orders?"
Jan swelled up with pride when he was defined as a leader and saluted. Normally, this would be nothing special, as he was often praised and was held in high esteem by the Chechnyans, but he hadn't been shown respect like this his whole time under Greg. Also, if he was to be in charge of these elite soldiers, it would be a far greater and higher honor than any that had ever been bestowed upon him up to this point.
He puffed out his chest and stood up a little taller.
"Sir, I just read your merits. You have studied leadership. The leadership of the group is to the group to choose. I am not allowed to say anything about it, other than my personal opinion. Which would be to give leadership to the one that have trained it the most" He said and eyed Jan up and down. "And to answer your second question, I am under your command as long as you keep me safe" He said with a smile on his face.
Deuce rumages through the box of weaponry and recovers his rifle and the ammunition laid out for it. Pocketing one of the clips he slides one into the ammo slot. He pulled the tab back and waited for the satifying sound of a bullet sliding into the chamber. A grin slid across his face as he placed the weapon on "Safe mode" and placed it on his back. "So when do we head out?"
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Hazel was content listening to the conversation. She yawned , still a bit sleepy from the heavy gassing. She was fighting back a bout of nausea too, lifting a hand to her mouth every so often. She never had handled breathable gasses well. Not even oral anestathizers. her nose was already a bit rosy from the sun beating down on it, as well as a blush due to the fact that she was fight the urge to repulse. when the question came about she dared not speak, but simply rose a hand to show her agreement with Jan being leader. She swallowed then, and nodded slightly.
" I've studied survival techniques in multiple scenarios for a few years now, and I accept your leadership, but if you don't mind im pretty damn sure my input could be of some good value. "
She was finally begging to feel better, and let herself speak again.
" I have also studied orienteiring, but im probably not the most qualified.We need a good navigator to be trusted with the map...anyone stepping up? "
Just Having woken up from being bombarded by sleeping gas, David had a headache comparable to a hangover after drinking 2 bottles of JackDaniel's and 3 shots of 100 proof rum. He looked around frantically for the rest of the team and found them grouped together nearby.
He looked to his left and found a crate containing an M4 Sopmod with ammnition. He picked it up and waddled over in a half drunken stupor towards the group.
Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
" I've studied survival techniques in multiple scenarios for a few years now, and I accept your leadership, but if you don't mind im pretty damn sure my input could be of some good value. "
"Certainly, certainly," stated Jan, grinning and wheeling around to look Hazel in the eye. "Everybody's input is welcome, the only time I would really be needed is in the case of a dispute or in the thick of battle." Keeping his gaze on the rest of the group, he walked to the weapons crate and removed the AK-47, loading it with a clip of its ammunition. He put the other in his uniform pocket.
Originally posted by GSG-9
" AK-47 very accurate choise eh ? and being serious no one wants to hear anyones COMPLAINING when were on the job. Call it imput or annoyince is really up to you. I know what im doing so dont complain to me unless its necisary" He smiled and shook the stock on his gun. Its alighned perfectly.
Disregarding the gun comment, Jan spoke his mind. "There's a difference between 'input' and 'annoyance.' At a cool point in the action while we're deciding what to do next, input is welcome so long as we are not in an urgent need to make haste. Annoyance is 'complaining. And when it comes to you knowing what you're doing, I think we all know what we're doing here, sir. Every lady and gentlemen here is more than qualified to be a member of this unit."
Decue walked up to where Jan was standing. "Sir, I will do my best to follow you in this mission. But if I may ask that I can have distance from the unit at times." He stood at atttention and saluted. Relaxing his body he walked over the box and removed his pistol from the box and pocketed the ammunition.
Originally posted by Survivor01
Decue walked up to where Jan was standing. "Sir, I will do my best to follow you in this mission. But if I may ask that I can have distance from the unit at times." He stood at atttention and saluted. Relaxing his body he walked over the box and removed his pistol from the box and pocketed the ammunition.
Jan returned the salute and replied, "It depends what you mean by 'distance from the unit.' As a sniper, you are required to stay behind the lines. Sometimes, your services may not be needed." Turning back to Rand, Sobieski asked, "What did you mean when you said the AK-47 was an accurate choice for me?"