runmakitarun | As with most things, there is a beginning

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As with most things, there is a beginning

Earlier today Makita spoke to the people on her team she could find, and left notes with Bar for those she couldn't. Today is the day. It's time to go back.

While she's spoken to her team about what to expect, at least to some degree, no one's gotten a full briefing yet. She's pushed some tables out of the way to form a sort of open space in one corner of the bar, and as people begin to arrive she's starting to unpack the five military-style duffel bags at her feet, laying the contents out on the tables nearby. Grenades, mines, boxes of ammo, and a few guns are slowly spread out like a deadly little buffet.

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The final duffel bag doesn't take long to empty. The last box of rounds (explosive) is set on the last of the clear table space, and Makita turns to the people who have agreed to fight and bleed for her family and friends.

"You know why we're here, but I figured it'd be a good idea to go over it, in detail, one last time." Her eyes sweep over everyone, and her voice and stance reveal the slight discomfort she feels in a leadership position.

"The door will open into Bahamut, Nokgorka. Time is frozen on the other side until I open the door, but once it's open we're on the clock. Currently the door opens into an old apartment building. We'll come out into a third story bedroom overlooking the square that the Reds are moving through. The way the buildings surround the square cuts down on the wind, so they should be visible. You'll have a chance to see what we're up against."

"We'll be going in in the middle of a storm. A bad one. In the open, when the wind is up, visibility will be down to a few meters. The real problem this presents is that if we let the Reds get to far ahead, the storm may cover their tracks and we could lose them. I think I know where they're going, so it's possible we might be able to get ahead of them, but..." She shrugs.

"We're up against what looks like a Red assassination team. Six sorceresses each accompanied by a their personal Guardsmen. Six Guardsmen would be bad enough on their own, but I've never even heard of a six-sorceress strike team. They've gotta be headed for the command center, and if they get there then they can probably take out all of the elders."

"I'm hoping that we can catch them by surprise with our first attack. I doubt we can get them all in a single ambush, but if they don't know we're coming we can probably get some of them. That means no communications gear. We'll be relying on primitive communication like word of mouth and signaling attacks by opening fire." That part makes her grin a bit.

"I think we can ambush them and take, maybe, three or four of them out. The rest will scatter in teams of at least two a piece: no Guardsman will leave his assigned charge by choice. We'll probably have to split up to get them all."

Makita's eyes sweep across the people gathered around her, "Any questions about what we're doing?"

"Baseline humans, right?" Mel asks. "I mean apart from the magic. I hit them, they stay down?"

"They're tough, and driven, and can take a beating, but yeah. They're as human as I am."

Goldy's expression is less than satisfied.

"You don't have any secure comm-links?" she queries.

"Secure comms are handled with protokols. They're usually pretty good, but there's a slight chance that a sorceress could pick them up. And there are six of them out there. We could probably get away with it, but... if they spot us..."

Goldy lets out a resigned sigh.

"Fair enough, I suppose. Better safe than sorry."

"Yeah. We can't afford to screw this one up." Makita doesn't look happy about the no comms thing either.

"But, what about once the fighting starts?" Goldy wonders. "The enemy will be communicating once they've been compromised. If we can't update each other properly, that puts us at a distinct disadvantage."

"That's..." Makita frowns. That's a good point. "I don't have any spare comm gear..."

Goldy frowns too.

"Can we get some from Bar? Regular military headset radio technology?"

"It... probably wouldn't be a bad idea to ask." By the time Makita reaches the bar, there's a large brushed aluminum briefcase waiting for her. She smiles and runs a finger across Bar's surface. "Thanks."

She brings the case back over to the team, "Okay people, here's some comm gear. We'll keep it off until we hit the Reds so that they won't know we're coming before-hand."

"Okay. Good."

Goldy looks much happier now. She takes a headset and places it around her neck for now.

"So... what about the rest of your forces, Skeeter? Are they going to be in the vicinity? Do they have any clue about the impending attack... or what you're doing to stop it?"

She pauses, then clarifies:

"I'm thinking in terms of friendly fire issues, and the possibility of reinforcement if we get into serious trouble."

"No. I only spotted the Reds by luck, and I couldn't afford to contact anyone for the same reason I don't want to go in with active comms. And... honestly? We don't have a unit powerful enough to take them out on short notice."

"So we're on our own, just us six, and we shouldn't expect any friendly involvement whatsoever."

She nods in acceptance and doesn't seem dismayed in the slightest.

"That works for me."

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