Chapter 69 (Giggity): Spring in Their Steps.
Corporal Fuller checked his weapon for the eighth time in the last minute, he was a professional and he took that professionalism very very seriously, it gave a healthy in his opinion dose of paranoia and he lived by the code of check and test check and test then when your happy check and test again.
He had been the Red team's sniper since he had been appointed to the ESF or Enclave Special Forces and it was a constant source of pride for him as he had worked fucking hard to obtain that position as many soldiers applied for this honoured posting but very very few ever made it in as the Enclave took their security and safety very seriously and applications, as well as the physical requirements to get in, were incredibly high so most just couldn't make the cut.
Fuller was also the youngest member of the team having only been a member for six months, most of the team had been members for years as entry to these teams tended to be operated on a dead man's boots situation, so you could only get in when an existing member died or retired though very few got to the age where option two was applicable, especially these days where hostility was absolutely everywhere.
He glanced around at the team which while made up of eight members only six were present, it was made up of six men and two women, each of them having a specialisation which allowed them to operate pretty much anywhere unsupported, Fuller himself was the team's sniper.
"I don't like this, command isn't usually this hush hush when they send us out, must be something big though, wonder if it's got anything to do with those two hits we took down in DC recently?" Corporal Jackson the team's electronic warfare expert said leaning back in her chair and folding her well-muscled arms behind her head and glancing at Fuller.
He nodded in agreement, "Yeah was wondering that myself, heard through the grapevine the sec boys down there took a royal beating, heard we even lost that FOB we were setting up down there, bet command is pissed about that, somebody even said those townsfolk got themselves an army of fucking Death Claws, can you believe that shit?" Fuller said and Jackson nodded.
"Yeah heard that too, pretty fucked up if you asked me but from what I heard they ain't gonna touch that place now, too much fucking risk and yeah I can see that if they really do get those Claws on a leash then we gonna lose a lotta good people trying to take it back and for what? Some hick town? Better to move on and find someplace, we'll just come back later on and we got more people and just fucking steam roller the place," Jackson said and Fuller nodded.
Suddenly the door opened with a hiss and two figures strode in causing the entire team to jump to their feet and snapped to attention, the two figures commanded the respect of this elite team with just their mere presence because they had earned the right to lead it.
Sargent Riley was a tall and incredibly solid black man in his early forties with a set of eyes that could tear a man's soul from his body with a single look while at the same time being large enough that he looked like he was wearing power armour before he even put it on.
Next to him was a much smaller figure but one that commanded no less respect and that was Luitenant Fletcher, a six-foot-tall blonde woman who looked like her ancestors were Vikings by her white blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, to look at her you probably wouldn't think she was one of the best tactical minds that the Enclave had but having seen her in action against raiders, the Brotherhood and countless other enemies the Enclave had, she had not once failed to complete her objective.
"At ease people, take a seat this is going to be an interesting one," Fletcher said gesturing to the seats and the team dropped into their seats while Fletcher and the Sarge stepped up to the front of the room and started up a projector and inserted a holotape into it.
"Ok people we got ourselves a mixed mission, it's a part snatch and grab half search and destroy, now I'm pretty sure you heard about the ass-kicking we took down in DC already as I know no news travels faster than bad news, you oder new boots and it takes six months for them to find the paperwork but you fart in a conference room and someone in a satellite station across the country will tell you how it tastes before your fucking ring puckers the fuck back up," Fletcher said making a few of them chuckle.
She clicked a button and on the screen flashed a few images of bodies piled high, of burnt-out power armour suits which were blatantly their older X-01 models, "Yeah this is what they did, so as you can see we are not dealing with amateurs, we are dealing with professionals, these guys are terrorists plain and simple and they are very good at it, they are smart and they are careful but not only that they are brutal, this is their leader," she said pressing a button and the image changed to an image of a rather handsome man but the image was pretty grainy as it was taken through a long-range telephoto lens most likely through an Eyebot.
"This is Number Seven, that right you heard me correctly, now I'm sure you have probably heard the whispers floating around about the myth of this man, well here he is ladies and gentleman, now other than the power armour you would probably be forgiven for thinking he doesn't look like much but I can tell you here and now this man is the most dangerous you will ever set eyes upon and I can tell you this, pray you see him before see's you or he will be the last thing you ever see, you see Number Seven here is part of a group that was created by Dr Chalmers of the Advanced Bio-Weapons and Psyonics department, that's right people Number Seven here is a living bio-weapon, he is for one in possession of Telekinesis which for those who did not know means Mr Seven here can interact with the world with nothing more than his mind," Fletcher said in a very grim tone of voice.
Fuller could hear the shock and the tension in the sharp intake of breaths from his team, but Fletcher wasn't done, not by a long shot, "Now put frankly we as good as we have no chance against this dude, we simply aren't trained or equipped to deal with this guy or the other one who is part of this, ladies and gents may I introduce to you to Number Three and if you thought Number Seven bad then this girl is worse, now we have no current pictures of her so this is all we have and with good reason, because you see her body is just a shell, Number Three can become non-corporeal which is to mean she can become a fucking cloud of smoke, but not only that she had a real talent for being able to infiltrate both machines and even people, yeah you heard me right, she can take control of machines and people so she is not someone with which you want to fuck add on top of that being a cloud of gas she's basically unkillable," Fletcher said.
A hand went up down the row and Fletcher gestured to them, Fuller recognised it as McKay's very softly spoken but incredibly strong man who was taken from the NCR and used to be a Ranger, he was the team's tracking and hunting specialist, he was a one-man tracking beacon.
