The End

Rearm And Regroup

Ray pushed the quartermasters tent flap open and the squad and I followed him in. A few soldiers were milling around inside pouring over gun lockers and gun racks along with tables laden with rounds of different type and calibre.

"Take your pick and your ammo" said Ray addressing us and he himself turned to walk off to the other side of the tent. We all followed Ray's example and scattered, each person searching for their ammunition or weapon.

I looked at Myles who was looking his AK over, an almost pained look on his face, glancing up at a gleaming FAMAS lying on a table. Grinning I turned to walk off to the gun racks, I was rather pleased with my M4 so I had no intention of letting it go right now, but I wanted to check out the armoury to see if they had anything to tempt me with.

I walked over to the racks and perused them, the display included a majority of M20 rifles and a scattering of SCAR-H rifles. I walked up to a gun locker next and slid open the grey door with a clunk.

Inside was a lone M16, two SA80's and a shining SPAS-12. The shotgun immediately caught my attention with its malevolent aura and I reached in grabbing the gun and lifted it out.

I turned it over in my hands, it was a good weight and felt solid and powerful. I chambered it and it responded with a deep ratcheting sound, it was decided, I was taking this beast along as well.

I felt around in the locker and found a hook and sling attachment for the shotgun, the sling attached across my back and the hook allowed it to be secured on the side of my backpack ready for use as a secondary.

After I secured it I walked over to the numerous tables and began filling my empty M4 mags with ammo. I also collected several boxes of fat red shotgun shells and placed them in my bag, but another set of boxes caught my eye.

They were shotgun shells but some were orange, some were black and some were green. I picked up boxes of each of the types and read the boxes.

I picked up a set of orange shells and read, 'Incendiary Shells'. These sound fun! Next I picked up the black shells and read 'Explosive Shells'. Ohhhh yeaahhh! Finally the green shells, 'Corrosive Shells' damn! I thought as I pocketed the shells.

I finished off by filling up my shottie with regular and Incendiary shells, before lifting it up and moving towards the end of the tent where Ray stood waiting.

As I approached him I saw that Ray had added a MAC11 to his armoury and it was strapped to his chest as he waited. "What now?" I asked Ray and he replied "well let's wait for everyone else and then we collect our uniform and kit".

A few more minutes passed and finally the squad had drifted its way back to me and Ray. Anna had kept her sniper but was now clutching a Skorpion submachinegun as well, Geneis had her SCAR-H and hadn't changed anything along with Kate who still had her SA80.

Myles too had kept his AK but it was now fitted with many attachments under the barrel and on the top rail too. Bull had replaced his spent LAW launchers and he now had 4 slung over his shoulder, and he also had an MP5 strapped to his backpack! How much can this guy carry?!

"Alright" said Ray "lets head over to the next tent and we'll get dressed and kitted". He then led us through a large tent flap and across another path into another tent with thin clouds of steam floating out from its front flap.

Just as I was wondering what the steam was Kate spoke up, "Yes!! showers!!!". All of us cheered at that and we quickened our pace and dived through the flap. We were presented with a large space lined with sectioned areas filled with showers and changing areas.

There was a desk in the middle of the tent where a man, dressed in military overalls, stood there leaning on the desk looking bored. We walked over quickly and he looked up, "can I help you?" he asked politely and Ray handed a sheet of paper. "We need full SPEC-OPS gear and a selection of extras".