Project Venom #Watty's2016

Flight In

The rest of that day was my getting my team structured and organized. I had to declare combat roles, put a uniform together and all kinds of other things. Where roles were concerned, Nina was our Grenadier, Jayden was our sniper, Arnett and I were riflemen and Mako was our Tech Expert. I kept our uniform's light and simple, white T-shirts, blue jeans, Red River combat boots, Magpul Knee and Elbow pads and sunglasses, plus our vests. There was a lot of other things I had to do, but most of that was just paper work, as well as talking to a few of Venom's founder's, who revealed some pretty...interesting things about the project. Like the fact that it wasn't government funded and that Morningstar didn't have to answer to anyone because he was as High as the Venom Broad went and had the final say in everything, and the very, tiny small fact that Mercury was his son. It's all starting to make sense now. Maybe that's why we were treated so well, the food was so good and the barracks were so nice. Morningstar wanted to make sure we all still had the chance to live a life that had some semblance of normalcy. Over the next two days, nothing much happened around 29. Mercury, Nina and I spent most of our time at the range, sometimes seriously practicing, other times checking claymores and C4 out of the armory and being ridiculously stupid with Carlos, or looking around for different ways to employ them, make them more efficient. When I wasn't screwing around with them, I was in the garage working on my Civic. It had felt really neutered since track week, so you know what? Supercharger. I was putting a supercharger on the Civic. Turbo wasn't good enough, super alone wasn't good enough, so I went with both. Now normally with a setup like that, you have to run race gas, but race gas is annoying and hard to find in California so what I did was set up a dual tank fuel system. I would fill up one tank with pump gas and the other with Isopropyl alcohol, like what you get at CVS or at Walmart. And the combination of the two, once you get over a certain amount of boost, the alcohol kicks in and it's basically an E-85 set up on the fly. Cool right? Of course it is.

A couple of days after the Sim, My team and I were at the mess hall when Morningstar came to get us, saying he had a mission.

"What is it?", Nina asked.

"I'm sending you to Pakistan", Morningstar said, "the job is to recover a local elder who has information on the Taliban, supposedly bases and outposts in the area."

Morningstar rolled out a map of the town. It was about what I'd say was the size of Sweeney, the town where I used to go to school at. At the center of the town was what my guess was an old palace with a giant wall around it, there was only one gap in the wall that I could see. Morningstar traced a path through the village with a pencil.

"Once your in the city, you'll link up with a few of Carlos' guys who've been posing as local Taliban, watch for blue flares and a thrown together check point, that's where they'll be. Listen to me kids", Morningstar said lowering his voice, "this town is populated and occupied by Taliban forces who are quite cozy with the locals, if you're seen, the civilians are sure to Alert the enemy fighters. Being a human in that situation would be bad enough, but if you get caught, only God knows what they'd do to you."

"In other words were walking right into a hornet's nest", I sighed, 'wonderful."

"The word stealth doesn't mean anything to you does it?", Morningstar asked, "your team's name is Shadow, yet I bet not one of you has a suppressor for any one of your weapons."

"Just the S-30", I said.

"I have one for my M4", Nina said.

"I got one for both my guns", Jayden said.

"Just my Sidearm", Arnett said.

"I don't like suppressors", Mako said, "you lose range and stopping power."