"Roger that." Nathan headed down to the armory to refill his magazines, three each of 9mm and 7.5mm rifle. With his M24 and a backpack on his back and a Glock 9mm, kukri and Bowie knife on his belt he headed out to the courtyard to the assembled recon teams. "Alright men, listen up-"
A Cliath in his mid-20s with an AK47 tilted on his shoulder turns around and says "Hey, punk-ass kid, who the Hell do you think you are telling me what to d-"
He turned to find a blade at his throat. "I am an Agent of the Black Dragons and your superior, if you don't respect me you better
**** fear me. Now sit down and listen to your orders."
"First and foremost, I want to make sure there is one sniper and one person experienced in the city and combat in each team, that means an Adren or Athro in each squad. I want you to imagine the city a spiderweb, with this building at the center, each street one radial. I want one squad per street, keep going until you hit the border of our territory. Stick to the shadows, stay out of the open. Check buildings, report everything suspicious. If it doesn't wear our insignia, it dies. If it does, it gets an ID check, every kind you can think of. Any questions?"
"Yes sir, we don't have enough men for a full squad over here."
"Then that's the squad I'll be accompanying. Alright, everyone move out, and keep your radios on."
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