# Task Force - Departure

Author: SrA havenofimage
Tags: Bear, Falcon, Ferret, Fox, Gun, Medical Procedures, Military, Mink, No-Yiff, Snow Leopard, Spec Opps, Weapon, marten, shoot

#11 of Task Force

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&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Kirian.&nbsp; Kirian!&nbsp; Kirian?&nbsp; Kirian, can you hear me?"

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I blinked as someone flashed a bright light in my eyes.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Good response."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Next thing I knew, it sounded like someone was lighting firecrackers in my head.&nbsp; I turned to see Dr. Hall snapping her fingers next to my ear.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Auditory response is good.&nbsp; Kirian, can you sit up for me?"

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I did as she asked.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Very good, just slow down a little.&nbsp; Next I want you to touch your thumbs to your finger tips.&nbsp; Alright, now touch your nose.&nbsp; Very good."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I looked around.&nbsp; I was still in the operating room.&nbsp; Dr. Hall was standing next to the table writing something on a clipboard. &nbsp;The same technician from earlier, a young doe, was also there, observing.&nbsp; I yawned and stretched my arms out.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Whoa!&nbsp; Hold on Kirian, you need to slow down."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;What was she talking about?&nbsp; It wasn't like I was flailing my arms wildly.&nbsp; I twitched my tail and accidently knocked a tray of tongue depressors off of a table.&nbsp; I watched as the small wooden sticks fell to the ground.&nbsp; They almost looked as if they were falling... slower than they should be.&nbsp; Weird.&nbsp; The assistant bent down and picked them of the floor.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Alright.&nbsp; You check out.&nbsp; I'll leave you here to change.&nbsp; Then, grab a handgun and holster and a rifle and meet me at live fire training center 2.&nbsp; And, try to take it easy.&nbsp; You're not used to the changes yet."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She and the technician left the room. &nbsp;I saw my fatigues folded on a chair.&nbsp; I quickly dressed.&nbsp; Reaching into the pocket of my pants, I found a pen.&nbsp; I held it three meters off the ground and dropped it, timing its fall on my watch.&nbsp; Again, it appeared to fall slowly, but when I calculated for the acceleration, it came out to be 9.8 m/s2.&nbsp; Something didn't make sense.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I left the room to find Dr. Hall closing the door to an adjacent one.&nbsp; I nodded to her and proceed to the armory.&nbsp; I took the weaponry Dr. Hall had asked for to the training course.&nbsp; Live fire training center 2 was a small obstacle course with targets space throughout.&nbsp; During training, our goal was to navigate the increasingly difficult obstacles and eliminate targets in the shortest time.&nbsp; No one was there when I arrived.&nbsp; I guess they were all still recovering.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Soon Jessica joined me, her SMGs strapped in holsters on her thighs.&nbsp; Next was Teague, followed by Tank, and Trestan.&nbsp; Finally, Dr. Hall entered through the large metal door.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Good, you're all here.&nbsp; I am pleased to announce that the alteration process went smoothly and there are no foreseeable negative side effects."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Other than my head feeling like its being split by a chainsaw," muttered Tank.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"That's a reaction to your body adjusting to the heightened perception.&nbsp; It should dissipate shortly.&nbsp; Right now, I would like to go through a quick series of drills to help you adjust.&nbsp; We will begin simply by shooting.&nbsp; Kirian, step over here please."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I walked to where she indicated a narrow shooting lane clear of obstacles.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Please holster your side arm.&nbsp; Thank you.&nbsp; On my mark, you will draw your gun, fire single shots at the target until the clip is empty, reload, and replace your weapon in the holster.&nbsp; Do you understand the exercise?"

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Yes ma'am.&nbsp; I am to draw, aim, shoot eighteen rounds, reload, and replace my handgun."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She nodded.&nbsp; I took a shooting position on the line, tensing my muscles, preparing for her signal.&nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Ready?"

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I nodded.&nbsp; I twitched my right hand in anticipation.&nbsp; Other than that, my body was perfectly still, ears trained on Dr. Hall.&nbsp; I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beat.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Mark!"

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I reached across my body and gripped my pistol, unsnapping the securing strap.&nbsp; I drew the weapon, aiming down the concentric sights as I did, on target before I was even ready to shoot.&nbsp; I quickly squeezed off eighteen shots, the brass ejecting uncommonly close to one another.&nbsp; I heard the gun click on an empty chamber, ejected the clip and slammed a new one home.&nbsp; I swung the firearm back towards my hip and snapped it into place before lowering my hands back to my sides.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I turned to see the rest of the team with looks of shock on their faces.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"What?"

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dr. Hall answered "That took just over of two seconds."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I looked down range, now astonished myself and saw that, in that time I had left a centimeter and a half shot group in the target positioned 50m down range.&nbsp; The process repeated with similar results with each member of the team.&nbsp; Dr. Hall called in a new target, this one at 500m.&nbsp; She handed me a carbine.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Shoot the target.&nbsp; Three round burst if you will."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I flipped the fire selector from safe to the small red three.&nbsp; I shouldered the weapon and aimed down the sights.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"One handed."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I looked up to see Dr. Hall looking at me with a straight face.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Just your right hand."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I adjusted my position and dropped my left arm to my side.&nbsp; I looked down the sights expecting them to be moving erratically around the target.&nbsp; Surprisingly they sat almost dead still.&nbsp; I took aim again and pulled the trigger.&nbsp; I heard the triple report of the shots but barely noticed any recoil. &nbsp;I peered at the target where an oblong hole perforated the paper strait vertically across the center dot.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Holly shit!"

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;We spent the rest of the day running a series of drills and exercises in the obstacle course.&nbsp; Each set was progressively harder.&nbsp; Dr. Hall was trying to test our limitations and see how far we could be pushed.&nbsp; By the end of the day however, no one had failed a single challenge.&nbsp; I climbed into bed thoroughly exhausted.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Next morning I was woken at 0500 by the emergency signal on my earpiece.&nbsp; I clicked the receiver to start the message.&nbsp; It blared over the small speaker.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Meet at the briefing room by 0530... full armor... no weapons... time is a factor... Meet at the briefing room by 0530..."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The message repeated.&nbsp; I turned off the device and got out of my bunk, now wide awake.&nbsp; I pulled on my combat uniform and began buckling it up, checking the plates for any defects which may cause them to fail in combat.&nbsp; Finding none, I slipped on the gauntlets and left my room.&nbsp; The others were exiting as well.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;We jogged together to the briefing room before entering in single file, me at the lead.&nbsp; Dr. Hall was waiting for us.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"A new mission just came down from command.&nbsp; It appears that someone defected from The New World Order.&nbsp; Our guys want him bad for the information he claims to have.&nbsp; The problem is that, so does the enemy.&nbsp; The only difference is that they want him dead.&nbsp; He's no good to us dead."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I listened intently to the intell she gave us.&nbsp; Getting in and securing the objective would be easy.&nbsp; Getting him out alive, not so much.&nbsp; I ran through situations in my head as the briefing continued, planning for foreseeable snags.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"One last thing.&nbsp; This will be our last face to face meeting for a long time.&nbsp; You're training is officially over.&nbsp; To limit the chance of enemy detection of Center 17, you will be working out of a series of satellite bunkers in and around Croania.&nbsp; You have been assigned exclusively to the threat of the NWO and will remain in the field for extended periods of time. &nbsp;They contain everything you will need for the upcoming missions and will be restocked periodically when possible.&nbsp; This is for your protection and the protection of all our country's people."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dr. Hall walked over to me.&nbsp; I stood up and grasped her outstretched paw.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Kirian, it's been an honor.&nbsp; I have done everything I can to prepare the team for anything.&nbsp; Now it's up to you to lead them.&nbsp; They trust you.&nbsp; They are loyal to you.&nbsp; I know you will lead them well."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Ma'am."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She moved down the line, talking to each of us separately.&nbsp; Her voice was kept low enough so that only the individual she was addressing could understand her.&nbsp; When Dr. Hall was finished, she walked towards the door.&nbsp; I stiffened and called out."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Room!&nbsp; Ten Hut!"

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;We stood at attention until she had closed the door behind her.&nbsp; Dr. Hall had been our mentor, our teacher, our guardian, our motivation, and our friend.&nbsp; When she was gone I turned to my team.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Task Force, let's move out!"

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;We arrived at the armory to find several large crates open in the room.&nbsp; They were loaded with extra weapons and ammunition that we would be taking to our first station.&nbsp; I instructed the others to arm themselves for the mission at hand and then load up everything else.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I walked to my personal locker and opened the door.&nbsp; My rifle was waiting for me.&nbsp; I took it off the rack and laid it on a table.&nbsp; I broke it down for a more mobile set up, decreasing the caliber and bulk.&nbsp; I wouldn't need the long shots on this mission.&nbsp; I scaled down the scope and attached a range finder.&nbsp; Trestan wouldn't always be in the air for this one to spot my shots.&nbsp; After packing up the rest of the gear,&nbsp; I grabbed one of our Gewalt TM-S machine pistols and added a barrel kit and collapsible stock effectively making it a small caliber carbine.&nbsp; This I attached to a holster on my right side. &nbsp;I also took a handgun, which I screwed a silencer onto, and a multi tool tactical knife.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When I was finished, I went to check on my team.&nbsp; Jessica was loaded light with only her two SMGs, a knife and a pair of concussion grenades.&nbsp; Good, we might need her to be mobile.&nbsp; Teague on the other hand looked ready to invade a small country.&nbsp; He was packing a SAT 5 carbine, two pistols, four throwing knives strapped to his side and two on his left wrist, two fragmentation grenades as well as his det. pack.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Do you have enough stuff?"

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Never know what we might need on this one."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I rolled my eyes and turned to tank.&nbsp; He had an ASMAR-T assault rifle and probably enough ammunition to fire it continually for three minutes.&nbsp; He also had a small assortment of grenades.&nbsp; I suspected he had other weapons hidden on him somewhere but I didn't ask.&nbsp; We had trained for years and I trusted the judgment of each of my squad mates.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Finally I walked over to Trestan.&nbsp; He was uncommonly well armed.&nbsp; He had a lighter variation assault rifle set up for a squad marksman.&nbsp; He was also had a curious launcher on his back.&nbsp; It was made to handle a variety of ordinance for air to air and air to ground defense.&nbsp; William was going to be our over watch for the extraction portion of the mission and may need the firepower.&nbsp; Never much one for talk he simply nodded at me.&nbsp; I slapped him on the shoulder and closed the crates in the center of the room.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I turned to the team.&nbsp; They were ready.&nbsp; I could see it in their eyes, in the way they stood, in the way they breathed.&nbsp; I couldn't have been prouder.&nbsp; They looked up to me and I looked up to them.&nbsp; It had been a long three years since we first sat in a small room at the military academy and introduced ourselves.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Let's kick some ass!"

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"HOOA!"

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;We paced through the main corridor to the hangar.&nbsp; Before stepping through the secure door, Hogan met us.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Hey.&nbsp; Can you believe it?&nbsp; I'm going to be your chief intelligence provider while you're out."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Well, it will be good to see a familiar face now and again."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Good luck guys!"

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"You too.&nbsp; See you on the other side of the monitor."

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He stood strait and saluted.&nbsp; I returned the salute. &nbsp;We would be in qualified hands.&nbsp; We got to the hangar and boarded the transport.&nbsp; It had just finished being loaded with the three crates from the armory.&nbsp; I took my seat and strapped in, not knowing when we left, if I would ever be back inside Center 17.

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