CTU Lunar Eclipse

Greg gave out a frown, watching them salute him. He made a careful salute before walking back and forth in the room, looking at the currently frozen group. He took a final look at them before grabbing his gun and walking up to the door that lead to the rest of the building. "Our next stop is the briefing room. I will give you direction, and as your name is called, YOU GO!" He said, opening the door. "Follow the hallway to the end. Take a left and follow that hallway too. You will then reach the briefing room where we will talk" He took a deep breath, picking up a piece of paper. He started calling up names, of those that would be allowed to walk trough the door and towards the briefing room.

"Deuce Wyatt, 26, American. MOVE!"
"Alice Wonderland, 27, Canadian. MOVE!"
"Hazel Barron, 22, American. MOVE!"

He paused for a moment, looking into the group with a wicked grin.

"Amir Yaacov, Old, Israelit. MOVE!"
"Jan Sobieski, 28, Polish. MOVE!"
"Camille L, 23, American. MOVE!" [I will need full sur-name]
"Royce Gannon, 27, Swedish. MOVE!"
"Rand S, 26, German. MOVE!" [I will need full sur-name]
"James Joker Davis, 26, American. MOVE!"

He then pointed in the direction of the hallway. "Get moving there. I expect everyone there within five minutes, sitting in a chair around the conference table. DO NOT GO INTO OTHER ROOMS!" He ordered, picking up his wistle and giving out another sharp whistle.

(( Rand Schillinger thats me )) He got to the room in 3 minutes and stood there not saying a word just nervos he didnt do anything wrong. HE didnt want to second guess so he felt it was a good move. Since everyone will show up.

Duece started to run down the hallway following the direction he told them saying a short. "Sir yes, sir!" He arrived at the conference room and waited for the next people to arrive. He was eager to go into a training program. He stood at attention once more.

Royce was a little bit uncofmortable that they knew his name, age and nationality like that. But on the other hand, he was not very discreete giving it out earlier. However, the others were, unlike Royce a little more discreete. He started thinking what more they knew about him as he jogged trough the door and hallway, heading in the direction of the briefing room. He shook his head and stopped half-way. Why did he run, anyway? it was not exactly a hurry. Five minutes was a long amount of time and far more than enough to get to a simple room not far from here. He decided to walk instead and headed in a slow rate towards the briefing room and the ones who had ran there.

Amir awaited orders, he had been seemingly unconcerned with the situation as it was. Soon enough, the commander spoke up yet again. Yaacov looked through the door of which Greg Apple had just opened, a hallway was behind it.

Now, the commander had been calling out names. He paused after three persons had been called. Amir's was the fourth to be called out. "Old?!", he thought as he heard his age mentioned. "Damn Americans. I look better than the half of them", he thought. Although he was willing to be completely, and unquestionably loyal to the Lunar Eclipse squad, it would still take some time getting used to. He was partial to the respect he received in the Sayeret Matkal for his years of service.

Almost a split second later, Yaacov ran through the door at a steady pace, he wasn't trying to impress anyone, and down the hallway, and swung a left. He continually followed that hallway until the end. He'd found the briefing room, after passing several other doors. He caught his breath, as it had still been fairly short from smoking, but compared to the miles of running in the desert, it wasn't anything to be concerned about.

As he walked in, there was already three individuals in the room. He took a seat around what appeared to be the conference table. He sat next to the middle, and didn't speak for he had nothing to say to anyone for the moment. Since he had some time remaining, he pulled out a cigarette. But decided not to smoke it, just prepare it. So, he stuck it behind his ear, moving his lengthy brown hair out of the way, as he was waiting for the rest to arrive.

HE started to laugh when he heard Amir complain. Its true . He tought to himself ^_^

Hazel was shaken as she heard her name being calle,d and upon instruction saluted gingerly, and obliged, briskly walking out. She followed straight behind Alice, her face a bit flushed. She laughed inwardly as she heard the name of the Isreali, Amir, followed by a sharp " old! " and she kept walking. As soon as she passed the door she picked up a quick run, untill she reached the appointed door.

Stepping in with only a split second of hesitation, hazel paraded in and moved toward the table. She quickly found herself taking a spot next to Amir, and sat at attention, Back stright mouth shut. Her eyes moved around a bit as she scanned the other faces.

Rand made eye contact with her and smiled , then looked straight ahead.

Greg walked impressed after the squad who ran towards the briefing room. He was rather pleased with their obeyance and haste in following orders. Maybe this would not be as tough as he had expected. Instead of taking a left at the end of the hallway, he entered the coffe break room. With a smile across his face he sat down, grabbing something to drink and a donut. He said there for a while, keeping a constant eye on the clock. He watched it pass five minutes from when he gave order and slowly got up. He calmly walked to the bathroom, doing his needs. After compleeting his bathroom duty, he walked out to the hallway again.

The squad was supposed to be located at the briefing-room ten sharp, while he himself entered the room five minutes past ten. With a grin across his face he walked past Amir, who sat close to the middle. Amir was the highest ranked of the members, and Greg had been expecting more from this man than what he recieved. He frowned, slapping Amir gently in the back of his head. he walked back to the door, closing it when he was sure everyone was at place. He locked it and picked his handgun up from the waist. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, causing a loud cracking noise and launching a round of sharp ammunition right trough the room and penetrating an empty chair. "THIS!" He said, throwing the loaded gun onto the table which everyone sat around. "Is live ammunition" He stated and walked up to the edge of the table, placing both hands on the table. "Thick kevlar piercing rounds, capable of killing an elephant in one single round" He looked at the gun on the middle of the table. "Now that I have your attention, I will go outside for a moment. Feel free to talk out, because in a little while, a briefing of your training session will be held" He said, walking trough another door in the room. Next to the door was a large mirror, covering the entire wall and reflecting the entire room. The sound of the door locking was heard. The only thing in the room was one big table, a bunch of chairs, a TV and the gun in the middle of the room.

He looked at the gun ".....well....." He dared not to touch it.

He looked over the room and then at the mirror. He leaned in cloase and pointed at the mirror. "I believe they are monitering us through that mirror. Everyone talk very quietly." He looked over at the gun and than at the rest of the group. He took his seat and turned his attention to the mirror on the wall. He kept ready to grab that gun if need be any second.

Jan spoke up, "Well, there's a TV in here, why don't we watch it," he said, walking toward it. On his way there, he picked up the gun and twirled it around in his fingers. Keeping the gun in his hand, he sat down in the chair in front of the TV and turned it on.

" hm yes he left a loaded gun in here right ?" He reached under the seat " so why is there clip here for the gun when there is currently one in the gun ?" He smiled " i dont know whats going on but i sure am glad to be here"

He looked annoyed for a seocnd because of the fact that they did not trust them and monitered them. He then picked up his chair and huirled it at the mirror as hard as he could. He stood staring waiting to see what happened.

" are you crazy !!!" He said started to bite his nails " hes ganna fuc/<ing kill us now rigth after he was pleased with us !" he looked around. He put the freh new clip in his pocket.

Seeing that the chair had done absolutely nothing he picked the chair back up set it upright and took a seat. "So anybody feel like talking?"

Alice had a look around in the room. She was a bit startled when he threw the chair trough the room and against the mirror, which luckily held the attack. "Phew" She sighed, being worried what the response of the commander would be to that action. She decided not to worry much about that part anymore, as the thing worrying her was that there was only one gun, which was already taken by one of the members of the squad. Hopefully he was not a labile person. The second thing that worried her, was that they were locked into the room. The little room did not bother her, but what could happen to them while in it, did worry her. She did not have any weapon and felt almost completely defenseless.

He looked at Alice and decided to talk to her. "We may be stuck in here for a while so lets get to know eachother at least." He looked at her waiting to see her reply.

Originally posted by Kaldorei
"THIS!" He said, throwing the loaded gun onto the table which everyone sat around. "Is live ammunition"

(Lmao!)

Amir sat quietly, still awaiting the commander. The woman, Hazel, had found a seat next to his own. He noticed that she was looking around at the others, the German seemed to smile at her. Yaacov had still been staring into space when Greg Apple waltzed into the room. He gave Amir a light tap. Unlike his current actions up to that point, Amir nodded even though no words were spoken, as he realized - being the senior in the group - that he should have displayed more attentiveness in this situation. I suppose there are no fun and games here.

Just as Amir had began deeply thinking, it seemed he was correct. No games. Apple fired a round into an empty chair. *BAM*. Amir looked over, with his head slightly angled. He slowly focused his eyes on the field commander, who finished talking, and moved to a separate room.

Yaacov glimpsed at the gun, it seemed decent; though, he couldn't identify its type off the top of his head. "I wonder...", he said, but quickly changing his sentence, "Indeed, Jan", he commented. Amir never got to watch much television, but he wasn't really paying attention to that much. "Anyone would want a cigarette?", he inquired. It was clear he didn't have completely proper grammar. He pulled the cigarette out from behind his ear, and waved his hand in a slight twisting manner.

"HAHA" Rand laughing at him becuase he hits on everyone. He looked around " soo.......dare touch the gun ?"