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Gettin' the groove again
"FRAK!!"
The shout echoed down the corridor, sound reverberating off the metal walls and bringing everyone to a halt. The dim light wasn't so much a factor, all of them having donned night-vision goggles at the beginning of the exercise. They were almost standard apparel now, the team well into their fourth day. So much of their time together before C-Day had been facing anything from rebel seperatists to Cylon centurions that the majority of them had slipped back into their places without even appearing to have lived through nearly three years since they'd last operated together, complete and ready to head into the jungles for a training mission.
The only two that concerned John were the two younger, newer guys. They'd only been with the unit for six months before C-Day, and therefore didn't have the experience, or personal familiarity with the others to slot back into place without some hiccups. He could tell who was with him just from their breathing, as most of them could. Each of them had their own way of recognising every other member of the team, whether it was how they breathed, or moved, or simply just 'knowing'. Spike was like that, could tell with a blindfold on which of them had pinched his smokes, or lifted his hand to try and nick his weapon for a test.
Silently he signalled to both Spike and Spider to continue, that he was going to see what was going on, whose arse he was going to kick as this mission had been designated 'comms black out', and there was nothing that should cause that silence to be broken. Avalanche and JD were under orders to remain 'unfindable' in the corridors and the team had to locate them in less than 12 minutes, and they were up to 8. Reaper slipped back past the two men and went searching for the source of the sound...
The shout echoed down the corridor, sound reverberating off the metal walls and bringing everyone to a halt. The dim light wasn't so much a factor, all of them having donned night-vision goggles at the beginning of the exercise. They were almost standard apparel now, the team well into their fourth day. So much of their time together before C-Day had been facing anything from rebel seperatists to Cylon centurions that the majority of them had slipped back into their places without even appearing to have lived through nearly three years since they'd last operated together, complete and ready to head into the jungles for a training mission.
The only two that concerned John were the two younger, newer guys. They'd only been with the unit for six months before C-Day, and therefore didn't have the experience, or personal familiarity with the others to slot back into place without some hiccups. He could tell who was with him just from their breathing, as most of them could. Each of them had their own way of recognising every other member of the team, whether it was how they breathed, or moved, or simply just 'knowing'. Spike was like that, could tell with a blindfold on which of them had pinched his smokes, or lifted his hand to try and nick his weapon for a test.
Silently he signalled to both Spike and Spider to continue, that he was going to see what was going on, whose arse he was going to kick as this mission had been designated 'comms black out', and there was nothing that should cause that silence to be broken. Avalanche and JD were under orders to remain 'unfindable' in the corridors and the team had to locate them in less than 12 minutes, and they were up to 8. Reaper slipped back past the two men and went searching for the source of the sound...