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  Agents don't have names, only numbers. But sometimes teams give each other names to give them a semblance of kinship. Also easier to recite a name rather than a string of numbers during extreme duress like a firefight or whatever this team is walking into.

  The young man, a rowdy rookie of the team that goes by Buck (2825). Just out of the Intense Agent Training Program and only had small missions under his belt. When it comes to danger, Buck would gladly lead the charge without a plan. His specialized field is reconnaissance but would pick a fast firing machine gun over a sword or rifle any day.

  Buck isn't the only rookie on the team, there is an equally young and equally rowdy woman named Minx. This is her first mission, she is known as Minx (5625) by every agent in the Gamma Division for being very promiscuous with both men and women. She knows to keep her nymphomania in check on missions but off duty, she's in bed with a partner or two nearly every waking hour. She's got no specialized field yet.

  The one that was listening to the highlight reel on repeat is Lox (6469). She has high aspirations of being team leader one day. Until then Lox has to put a lot of time, effort, and training in becoming a stripped agent. So far Lox has memorized everything including the mission briefing and studied their equipment inside and out. She specialized field is Breaching, or simply putting it opening locked doors and windows.

Then there's Ketchup (2295), he sees himself as team leader material. His name derives from the rest of the division calling him a kiss up under their breath. When asked to clarify, they speak up with the sugar and salt tomato sauce instead. Ketchup takes pride in his name, calling it an everything name because ketchup goes on everything. Much like a team leader, they go on every mission. What he lacks in awareness he makes up with hubris. His specialized field is medical assistance.

  The team leader of this mission is Reaper (4865). A name given to him by those who fear him. Not because he is scary or mean or dangerous, it's because Reaper is always picked for the most dangerous of missions and nearly every time he comes back alone. On the outside he has a cold and calculating demeanor, rarely showing any emotion. After a few missions with this team leader, the rest came to find out that he does have compassion for his team under his emotionless shell. Especially now that this current team has been with him for a few missions now and only suffered some loss. He still refers to his team as numbers but is slowly growing to know their names. Reaper is team leader but he specialized in close quarter combat and small arms and blades.

  The final member of the team is Big ol' lug (3289), but because all like single word names it's simply Lug. Big for a standard tedi with muscles to match. Like Reaper, Lug rarely shows any emotion as well as rarely utters a word. He answers solely in the affirmative and the negative with a nod and a shake with a heavy grunt. It isn't known what his specialized field is but one could guess it has something to do with his massive muscles. There is a rumor that he and Reaper go way back and it was until recently that the two ended up on the same team together.

  It will be these six that would go into the facility and carry out the mission. There is two other members. But they were added by HQ to handle the communication equipment. They were driving the Opel and jeep and had no real impact on the team dynamic what so ever. These two will be there to keep the communication running between the team and Command.

  It was the dead of night when they arrived at their destination. It was an abandoned bunker used by the Tediz but were relocated for a better strategic position in the current on going war. The two vehicles rolled up and parked next to the entrance. The vehicles used by the previous team were parked to gather dust and rust. The eight got out and did some stretching after the long car ride. After a short time, everyone sprung into action getting prepped for the mission ahead.

  The communication specialists got their machines and tech working as the field agents distributed their equipment among themselves. Standard issue MP-40 with 3 magazines holding 32 rounds, tactical serrated knives, flashlights for each agent. Grotto tech such as Inferred goggles and respirators for all team members and an automatic door unlock device for Lox. Each agent slung a case over their shoulders. These cases were vital for their mission which the team leader will recite a second time since the mission briefing.

  “Remember the mission objectives.” Reaper announced. “Our primary objective is to collect vital research notes and equipment. Optional objective is to ensure safety to any onsite researcher if any are still alive. Optional objective is to search and rescue any agent from the prior mission. If we make contact with hostiles, it's shoot to kill. The mission begins in 5 minutes.”

  “Mark.” The team replied as they set their timers.

  The communication agents approached Reaper with a earpiece and mouth piece.

  “Command made it abundantly clear for the agent to be unable to disconnect the input device. They want to be in your ear from mission start to mission end.” One of them said.

  “I will comply, not that I would disobey command's orders.” Reaper said with his crisp voice as he took the devices.

  He tucked one in his ear and clipped the mouth piece near his lip. Within a minute, the communication link was activated.

  Reaper: “T-minus 4 minutes till mission start, doing last minute prep and equipment checks.”

  Command: “Roger that, team leader. It's an honor to be the communication officer to the legend himself.”

  Reaper: “Keep the lines professional. Reviewers don't like it when we get casual.”

  Command: “Apologies, team leader.”

  Reaper: “3.5 minutes and counting.”

  Reaper went to the bunker entrance and turned to the others. Lug was already leaning on the wall next to the entrance, arms crossed and a stern but emotionless expression plastered on his face.

  “Report in if you're ready. You have less than 3 minutes to finish getting ready.” Reaper announced to his team.

  “I've searched the equipment case thrice over and I didn't find a med-pack or med-gun, sir.” Ketchup replied, sounding a bit perturbed as if unable to perform medical duties robs him his sense of worth on the team.

  “This may be labeled as a rescue operations but it doesn't mean we will be treating any wounds. Most likely there won't be any injured, 2295.” Reaper stated. “2 minutes. Once the timer hits zero and you're not lined up, I'll personally terminate you for insubordination.”

  “Yes, sir.” Ketchup nodded and went to stand with his leader.

  “He wouldn't kill us for being a little late would he?” Minx asked as she locked and loaded her MP-40.

  “It's perfection or execution for an agent, rookie.” Buck patted her shoulder and walked to the entrance.

  “Yeah. I'm the rookie.” Minx rolled her eyes as she followed.

  Lox was finished calibrating the unlocking device. She looked to the entrance. There was a looming dread wafting from the entrance. Then primal instinct of fight or flight was kicking her hard and the only option that made sense was flight but even that option was an immediate death. Damned if she do damned if she don't. She looked to the communication agents and subconsciously judged them as lucky bastards.

  “30 seconds and counting, 6469.” Reaper announced.

  “Coming.” Lox answered as she slid the device into the belt holster.

  All six lined up side to side as they looked over the entrance.

  “Abandon all hope ye who enter here.” Buck said, trying to make a mockery of the heavy feeling each and everyone of them was feeling.

  “Mission begins.” Reaper said as he took the lead and walked in. “Tight formation.”

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Description

  Agents don't have names, only numbers. But sometimes teams give each other names to give them a semblance of kinship. Also easier to recite a name rather than a string of numbers during extreme duress like a firefight or whatever this team is walking into.

  The young man, a rowdy rookie of the team that goes by Buck (2825). Just out of the Intense Agent Training Program and only had small missions under his belt. When it comes to danger, Buck would gladly lead the charge without a plan. His specialized field is reconnaissance but would pick a fast firing machine gun over a sword or rifle any day.

  Buck isn't the only rookie on the team, there is an equally young and equally rowdy woman named Minx. This is her first mission, she is known as Minx (5625) by every agent in the Gamma Division for being very promiscuous with both men and women. She knows to keep her nymphomania in check on missions but off duty, she's in bed with a partner or two nearly every waking hour. She's got no specialized field yet.

  The one that was listening to the highlight reel on repeat is Lox (6469). She has high aspirations of being team leader one day. Until then Lox has to put a lot of time, effort, and training in becoming a stripped agent. So far Lox has memorized everything including the mission briefing and studied their equipment inside and out. She specialized field is Breaching, or simply putting it opening locked doors and windows.

Then there's Ketchup (2295), he sees himself as team leader material. His name derives from the rest of the division calling him a kiss up under their breath. When asked to clarify, they speak up with the sugar and salt tomato sauce instead. Ketchup takes pride in his name, calling it an everything name because ketchup goes on everything. Much like a team leader, they go on every mission. What he lacks in awareness he makes up with hubris. His specialized field is medical assistance.

  The team leader of this mission is Reaper (4865). A name given to him by those who fear him. Not because he is scary or mean or dangerous, it's because Reaper is always picked for the most dangerous of missions and nearly every time he comes back alone. On the outside he has a cold and calculating demeanor, rarely showing any emotion. After a few missions with this team leader, the rest came to find out that he does have compassion for his team under his emotionless shell. Especially now that this current team has been with him for a few missions now and only suffered some loss. He still refers to his team as numbers but is slowly growing to know their names. Reaper is team leader but he specialized in close quarter combat and small arms and blades.

  The final member of the team is Big ol' lug (3289), but because all like single word names it's simply Lug. Big for a standard tedi with muscles to match. Like Reaper, Lug rarely shows any emotion as well as rarely utters a word. He answers solely in the affirmative and the negative with a nod and a shake with a heavy grunt. It isn't known what his specialized field is but one could guess it has something to do with his massive muscles. There is a rumor that he and Reaper go way back and it was until recently that the two ended up on the same team together.

  It will be these six that would go into the facility and carry out the mission. There is two other members. But they were added by HQ to handle the communication equipment. They were driving the Opel and jeep and had no real impact on the team dynamic what so ever. These two will be there to keep the communication running between the team and Command.

  It was the dead of night when they arrived at their destination. It was an abandoned bunker used by the Tediz but were relocated for a better strategic position in the current on going war. The two vehicles rolled up and parked next to the entrance. The vehicles used by the previous team were parked to gather dust and rust. The eight got out and did some stretching after the long car ride. After a short time, everyone sprung into action getting prepped for the mission ahead.

  The communication specialists got their machines and tech working as the field agents distributed their equipment among themselves. Standard issue MP-40 with 3 magazines holding 32 rounds, tactical serrated knives, flashlights for each agent. Grotto tech such as Inferred goggles and respirators for all team members and an automatic door unlock device for Lox. Each agent slung a case over their shoulders. These cases were vital for their mission which the team leader will recite a second time since the mission briefing.

  “Remember the mission objectives.” Reaper announced. “Our primary objective is to collect vital research notes and equipment. Optional objective is to ensure safety to any onsite researcher if any are still alive. Optional objective is to search and rescue any agent from the prior mission. If we make contact with hostiles, it's shoot to kill. The mission begins in 5 minutes.”

  “Mark.” The team replied as they set their timers.

  The communication agents approached Reaper with a earpiece and mouth piece.

  “Command made it abundantly clear for the agent to be unable to disconnect the input device. They want to be in your ear from mission start to mission end.” One of them said.

  “I will comply, not that I would disobey command's orders.” Reaper said with his crisp voice as he took the devices.

  He tucked one in his ear and clipped the mouth piece near his lip. Within a minute, the communication link was activated.

  Reaper: “T-minus 4 minutes till mission start, doing last minute prep and equipment checks.”

  Command: “Roger that, team leader. It's an honor to be the communication officer to the legend himself.”

  Reaper: “Keep the lines professional. Reviewers don't like it when we get casual.”

  Command: “Apologies, team leader.”

  Reaper: “3.5 minutes and counting.”

  Reaper went to the bunker entrance and turned to the others. Lug was already leaning on the wall next to the entrance, arms crossed and a stern but emotionless expression plastered on his face.

  “Report in if you're ready. You have less than 3 minutes to finish getting ready.” Reaper announced to his team.

  “I've searched the equipment case thrice over and I didn't find a med-pack or med-gun, sir.” Ketchup replied, sounding a bit perturbed as if unable to perform medical duties robs him his sense of worth on the team.

  “This may be labeled as a rescue operations but it doesn't mean we will be treating any wounds. Most likely there won't be any injured, 2295.” Reaper stated. “2 minutes. Once the timer hits zero and you're not lined up, I'll personally terminate you for insubordination.”

  “Yes, sir.” Ketchup nodded and went to stand with his leader.

  “He wouldn't kill us for being a little late would he?” Minx asked as she locked and loaded her MP-40.

  “It's perfection or execution for an agent, rookie.” Buck patted her shoulder and walked to the entrance.

  “Yeah. I'm the rookie.” Minx rolled her eyes as she followed.

  Lox was finished calibrating the unlocking device. She looked to the entrance. There was a looming dread wafting from the entrance. Then primal instinct of fight or flight was kicking her hard and the only option that made sense was flight but even that option was an immediate death. Damned if she do damned if she don't. She looked to the communication agents and subconsciously judged them as lucky bastards.

  “30 seconds and counting, 6469.” Reaper announced.

  “Coming.” Lox answered as she slid the device into the belt holster.

  All six lined up side to side as they looked over the entrance.

  “Abandon all hope ye who enter here.” Buck said, trying to make a mockery of the heavy feeling each and everyone of them was feeling.

  “Mission begins.” Reaper said as he took the lead and walked in. “Tight formation.”

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