Plan B

Plan B -P71-

(Amy Sanderson)
Well I just left the bunker and walked around a little bit. THen bumped into one familiar face, "Gary!"
He looked at me as if he were trying to piece this all together but before he could I had my arms around him, "Sis, what are you doing here?"
He was maybe an inch taller, "I signed up."
"You coulda told me first," He sighed.
I let him go and tusseled his hair around playfully, "Well just be happy I am. I heard about you getting shot and I was so worried. And when I saw you on the news it was such a releif. So I enlisted."
He nudged my shoulder and chuckled, "Well I guess I'll be happy for you, it's hard getting in this place. In fact I had a hard time. Did you get a nickname yet?"
"Nope," I shook my head.
"Well you will sooner or later." He smiled and it reminded me of how we would climb on rocks and such, he would always smile about that. "Well why not we go run the course. I know a few people who get their nicknames just by doing that."
"Like?" I guestured in a way that would insist I wanted an example.
"Ghost for example," He smiled. "If I'm not mistaken, he was one of the first to go undetected on one of the stealth training courses."
I grinned back, it was great to see him. "So where is the course anyways?"
"Just up ahead." He answered.

I nodded to Gary, giving him a thumbs up. And we were off. I was fast enough to keep up with him, and unlike himm and his heavier build I was much more light and quiet on my feet. Under the wire, well my only problem was the taste of mud. As I was running again, the muck was just cold and made me feel frozen as the wind chill made it feel maybe -6 C. As we finished I sighed, "Well that was fun."
"I see I don't need to worry about you much. I'm impressed actually."
"Well I practiced at home," I smiled then shivered by the freezing mud still on my body.
"Why not you go take a hot shower or something, I mean really, it looks like you were rolling around in the shit."
I punched him playfully, "Lanuage, damn it."
"And you're one to talk," He laughed. "Well I'll see you at dinner. Alright?"
"Okay," I nodded, then went towards the girls barracks, inside was a few of the recruits along with that girl who was searching bags and Sergeant Macey.
Macey, she eyed me oddly a moment then asked, "Amy, why on earth are you coated in freaking mud?"
I turned to look at her, well I didn't bother to look at her before, but now I was noticing how her bright brown-green eyes seemed so knowlodgable. Like one who had seen so manythings, some of which she shouldn't have. Lord knows what. I sighed, "Me and Gary were racing on the obsitcal course."
"In the middle of January?" She arched an eyebrow.
"Well it's been surprisingly warm this year," I pointed out. "It hasn't snowed yet."
"But it's cold as all hell." That woman pointed out, Heatstroke I think.
I rolled my eyes and headed into the bathroom, well there was five individual shower stalls -just three tile walls with a curtain coming down from the ceiling-, so I picked the closest to me and got myself cleaned up.

(Scarab)
There was something... different about Amy Sanderson. She wasn't like the usual male recruits we were stuck with. Nor was she near the way Talons or Ginger were. She wasn't so much as a brat or a diva as they were. She was well, just different. She showed no sense in disargreeing. But surely, what with the new environment and people, she'd change. But yet there was some small ambers left of defiance that could easily ignite. I was just waiting until when.

Dinner rolled along and I sat with the usual. Heatstroke, Soap, Ghost, and Roach. Well Price and Nikolai had joined in, along with little Irina. And so we had to keep swearing to a down low.
Then I heard someone behind me say, "Uh, hi. Mind if I sit here?"
I turned to see Amy, she wasn't looking directly at anyone, just at the table in general. Roach scooted in towards Nikolai and pat the bench, "Here sis, you can sit next to me."
She smiled and took a seat. Soap looked up at her, and I could tell it would be hard for her to get used to her superious if she never bothered to talk in a friendly way. I only prayed that Price wouldn't fuck it up. But in all this would be good for her.
"So you're Roach's sister?" Soap asked.
Amy lowered her eyebrows questionably then looked at her brother, "You never told me your name was Roach."
"Oh the bugger," Ghost came in mockingly. Please, if he screws this up I'm shooting him. "He got that because of the fact he was the first to freak over a cockroach."
I could see Amy grin humorously, "Well he never liked bugs."
"Hey could we stop talking about me like I'm not here," Roach said.
The table grew silent again, er, silenter. But for some weird reason Nikolai kept glancing at Amy like she had three heads. Finally she asked, "Uh, could I help you?"
"Why did you dye your hair that color," Nikolai asked as he rested his chin on his fist just studying the pure white and black tipped hair she had.
"I don't know, I just did," She explained with a shrug.
Nikolai said something quietly to himself in Russian then went back to his masked potatos.
Roach then changed the subject, "Well me and Amy ran the course."
"Who won?" Ghost asked.
"It was a tie," Roach sighed.
"A tie, eh." Soap pondered this for a moment. "Roach one would have to be pretty fast to catch up with you. That's something I don't hear often."
"Fast like a bird," Roach said under his breath.
"A bird? Like a hawk or something?" Amy guessed.
"Hawk." Roach repeated. "Huh, it suits you sis."
"Yeah that can be a good nickname, Nikolai joined.
"So Hawk," Ghost chuckled. Amy glanced at him like she'd sock him in the mouth or something. "You like your nickname?"
"Better than gymsocks, or anyother meaningless nickname I guess," She shrugged.
There was an ocward silence which no one had the nerve to break, until Soap finally spoke up, "I hear there's a new mission coming up."
I looked up to him, and realized how silent I had actually been this whole time. But this was enough to spark my interest. "Really? Where? When do we go?"
"Yeah, I'm not entirely sure what it's about, but the General will be calling us in tomorrow morning." Soap explained.
"So you have no information about it at all," Amy (Now known as Hawk) dropped an eyebrow. "Did he tell you who he was calling in or anything?"
Soap thought for a moment, "Yeah he told me who, I tell you guys as much as I know alright." He sighed and looked around the table, "Most of us are gonna be on this one."
"Most?" I glanced waywardly at him.
"Well of course Irina isn't going," He joked. "But most of the recruits are staying here."
"Most of the recruits," Heatstroke repeated. "Well which ones out of them are coming?"
"It looks like Tech, Felspar," He looked to Hawk. "You Hawk."
"Me," She could only say kinda shocked.
Soap nodded. "Roach, I want you to look after you sister alright?"
Roach smiled and pat Amy on the shoulder.
"I'll make sure we all make it to the breifing in the morning." Gonzalo told us. I nearly jumped outta my seat, he was behind us this whole time? Was he a stalker or something?
Soap turned on the bench to see the man, "Uh actually Gonzalo, you aren't coming."
"What? Why?" He looked a bit disapointed.
"Because there has to be someone to watch this recruits." Soap pointed out.
"But isn't Kamarov staying?" Nikolai asked.
"No he'll be flying the plane with you." Soap corrected. "I need you back here Gonzalo, alright?"
Gonzalo sighed, truely he wasn't too preased with the fact he'd be left out. "Fine, But I want feed back on the mission."
"Okay, don't worry." Soap reassured. "It will go by fine."

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Yup this is how she got her nickname. Well my virson anyways. I hope it isn't too off.

AWESOME! NEW MISSION!!!!!!!!!!!