As with most things, there is a beginning

[runmakitarun]

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.

Comments

Re: Briefing

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

"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."

Re: Briefing

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"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."