Lt. Col. James Rhodes (built_for_war) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-10-16 19:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | war machine |
Flashpoint: Rio
Who: Rhodey, OT SHIELD
What: Gun blazing bad-assery!
Where: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
When: Tuesday, 0630 hours
Rating: R for intense combat
Notes: A crazy SHIELD op, I deliberately left the door open for another agent to command, and there's lotsof room for others.
Within the lead Quinjet, James Rhodes sat, his bulky War Machine armour covering all but his head. Lining the drop seats next to him were SHIELD agents, all outfitted in black assault gear. Rhodey's stock had gone up around the helicarrier, since the Jotun Commission had made their final report. He'd been getting approving looks and slaps on the back from agents all week. So when he'd brought his mission proposal to the SHIELD brass, they had barely looked twice at it before giving it the go ahead.
"We're 5 minutes out, sir" called one of the pilots, and Rhodey stood. Turning, he looked at the others.
"For those of you who don't know, this mission profile comes from the Pentagon. I'll be 2nd I.C. for this deployment, command'll stay with SHIELD" he said, indicating the mission leader. He waited for the commander to say their piece, then gave his two cents.
"The D.O.D. has been working with Brazilian Military Police to try and get a handle on the cartels and how they operate. Two days ago, they got a handle on a main manufacturing operation by a mutant gang called 'the Freaks'. "
"An agent on the ground was able to deliver a sample of their product, and it was finally analyzed yesterday." He looked around "It was MGH. Mutant Growth Hormone." He knowing nods came from the various agents "Now you know why they called us in." His armour chest piece produced a hologram of a hill, covered in dense, ramshackle housing. "This is Rochina, the largest hill favela in the city, and the Freaks' primary base of operations. We know there are 3 main manufacturing facilities, but we can't pinpoint the locations. Estimates put the number of gang members in the area at over 300."
Rhodes waited for the commander to give their final mission notes, pulling on his helmet as he listened. The back doors of the jet opened, revealing the jet's slipstream below.
Taking point, War Machine strode to the edge of the opening, waited for the jump light to turn green, then blasted out into the morning air in a flare of repulsor energy...