Engage

Recharged

"Don't go turning to me, commander! It's all Filak! We both got 1 kill each but thanks to Filak we took em down!"

Orsis was talking to Helian, as she was in the hospital bed, the shot fractured her leg bone.

"Plus, he stood patient till the very end - amazing how he kept his composure despite the fact we sat there waiting for a slow moving APC for 2 hours."

Helian didn't want to go thanking Filak - not because she hates him, but because she is red again, and shy. Suddenly the door to Orsis' medical room opened.

"Time for your checkup, Orsis!"
Orsis sat up a bit, and Helian turned to look at the military doctor.

"Oh... good evening, Doctor Walther."
"Good evening to you too commander!"

Doctor Walther had a strong German accent. "You can stay or leave, commander! It's all up to you."

Helian got up, in thought.

"A-Actually I'll leave... Thanks for the offer."
"Okay, good night commander!"
"See you, miss Helian!"

Helian just waved, and left. The commander just looked out the windows while walking, and then heard someone walking near her, as soon as she saw Filak walking near her she covered her face and ran away. The door slammed open, Filak came in, he was pretty worked up.

"Oh hello Filak!"

Filak said "Good evening" to Walther, and came to Orsis.

"Yo."

Orsis said, getting a smile on her face.

"How's your leg? Is it that bad, cause I heard you got a fracture."
"The doctor says it's gonna be a week or 2... But hey, you literally saved my life, and then treated the wound too. If not you I'd be dealing with an infection and a fracture right now."
"That's good to hear, I hope you recover ASAP."
"Thanks a bunch, you have fun at today's party!"
"Ah, Heckler told me about something like it... What do people do there?"
"Just have fun! Drinking, eating, playing games and such..."

Filak thought about it.

"Sounds fun."
"Anyway, you go turn the weapons in and get yourself a new holstered gun!"
"Alright, thanks for reminding me, Orsis!"
"See ya!"

Filak nodded and left.Heckler and Koch's Firing range. Filak already feels like at home in there as a person who knows a bunch about weapons. Burgundy used the elevator, because he brought all the stuff he looted from the latest ambush in a cart. Heckler heard the elevator open and the cart go out, he was really shocked at the amount of things in it.

"H-Hey you said 11 people right?? How come is the cart full?"

Heckler sat up properly and put his book down, getting up a bit.

"Well it also has the armor vests and stuff..."

Heckler did a relieving sigh -- he thought he and Koch had to get through a mountain of weapons, emptying them and sorting them out.

"Dude... If you wanna turn in Equipment you got to Walther, or Smith and Wesson. They're our "Equipment Pros". You almost gave me a heart attack, stacking the looted weapons on the vests."

Filak chuckled.

"Sorry bout that."

A few minutes later, Koch got out too and they began searching through the weapons.

"Heckler, I think we need the vests too, they got magazines and perhaps grenades in them."

Heckler turned to Koch.

"Ah right! Guess you brought the vests here for a good reason... Kills some time to negotiate with Wesson on access to the vests storage."

After a few minutes of digging up some pistols and other weapons...Heckler pulled out a SR-1MP.

"Holy shit -- A Shrimp! I think you struck some kind of special squad... Pretty fuckin' amazing if you ask me, cant wait to find something else."

"Big bro, is this an APS Stechkin??"

Heckler looked over at the supressed pistol with a skeleton stock...

"Dear God... You got lucky tonight, Burgundy!"

Filak got up from a chair and walked up to them.

"Can I help?"
"If you could...!"

Heckler pulled out a KEDR-B from the stack.

"Holy shit a KEDR-B!"

Heckler folded the stock, and put it on the table with other weapons.

"DVL-10!"

Heckler turned his head to Koch, with a shocked expression.

"Urbana or Saboteur?!"
"Supressor... Urbana!"

Heckler quickly ran to Koch and looked at it.

"Dude! You did run into some special squad! I'm gonna get to writing a request to get your card to tier 3 right now! Koch, take care of putting weapons and mags in their boxes."

Koch nodded and began doing so - he wrote down all the loot Filak scavenged:

- 3 AK-74Ms
- 1 AKS-74U ZENIT MOD
- 2 AK-105s
- 1 AK-101
- 1 AK-102
- 1 DVL-10 Urbana
- 1 PP-91-01 KEDR-B
- 1 PP-19-01 Vityaz ZENIT MOD
- 2 SR-1MPs
- 2 APS Stechkins - With suppressors and stocks
- 3 PB Makarovs
- 3 MP-433 Grachs
- 1 TT Tokarev

"Filak got a bunch of shit, and even some interesting stuff, I emptied the vests for extra mags and grenades, he's qualified for tier 4."

"Really now?! I nearly sent the first request, give me the list."

Koch gave him the list, and then went to deal with carrying and sorting the weapons and magazines.

"Aaaaaand, send! Now we wait for Helian's confirm."

Meanwhile Helian was just wasting her time spinning in her chair and just thinking about a certain someone.

"Shiiit... I'm getting all hefty around him and uncontrollable... It'll take time to get used."

Pilink.

A new message! Helian jolted a bit from the surprise and quickly went to her computer and checked it.

-- "Miss Helian, we checked the weapons Filak brought - I think he deserves rank 4. Here is the list."

Helian read the list, she was pretty surprised and amazed how easily that- ugh- that "BOY" got from an elite squad.

-- "Plus he got a radio jammer and an APC. So should we?"

Helian just... just dropped her head on the keyboard and accidentally pressed enter.

 -- "hsa]frj qwionvoiwuef;l,"

Heckler and Filak gasped, Heckler quickly reached for his radio and shouted in it.

"CALLHOUN HELIAN FAINTED, I THINK!!"

In a moment Helian's door was busted in and Callhoun ran in.

"MISS ARE YOU OK?!"
"JESUS CHRIST CALLHOUN WHY ARE YOU RUNNING IN LIKE THAT?!" Helian raised her head.
"W-We thought you fainted over the keyboard when you were answering to Heckler..."
"Ah... Sorry... Please go back doing whatever you did..."

Callhoun reached for his radio, connecting to Heckler's.

"Alright she's fine she was just... distressed."
In the distance could be heard: "I WASNT DISTRESSED YOU IDIOT!!"

When Callhoun left, Helian went to write to Heckler...

-- 'Commander' is typing...

"Just do whatever with that... just..."

A few minutes pass and then, PILINK!

-- "Miss Helian are you sure you're ok?"

Helian got a bit frightened due to the sound, but finished her sentence.

-- "Do whatever"

"5 minutes for that... A-Anyway, she said its out choice so lets get to printing the tier 4 on your card!"

Helian got up, hyperventilating and fixing her fancy-shmancy monocle... Why does she have one? Style. Fancy Commander sat at her relaxing lounge armchair and wiping her sweat.

"Thanks for the 4th tier!"
"You're welcome my man! Just don't cause any trouble with it."

Filak chuckled, putting the vests and everything else in the cart and drove it to the armory. Smith, Wesson and Walther were chatting there, tidying the place up a bit.The door opened with Filak pushing the cart in.

"Is this the armory?"
"Why iz it ze new agent, Filak, nice to meet you again!"

Filak began pulling out the rigs and armor vests, and backpacks with helmets.

"Good evening again, Doctor! And a good evening to you too, miss Wesson and Smith!"
"Oh shush it with the Mr Elegante, Filak."

Wesson got flattered.

"Brought some more stuff to sort out? Is the loot out of em?"
"Yeah I emptied it at the storage cell -- food, some household items -- nothing much, but could be sold well on the black."
"Alright! Let's begin writing ze report!"

After 40 minutes of sorting and tidying more, the following list of scavanged items was made.

- 2 Ghillie suits
- 3 6B5-16 armored rigs
- 1 Wartech TV-110 plate carrier
- 1 5.11 Tactec plate carrier
- 2 Zhuk-6a heavy armor
- 2 6B43 6A Armor
- 1 BNTI Gzhel-K armor
- 1 FORT Redut-T5 body armor
- 2 Belt-A + Belt-B gear rigs
- 2 ANA Tactical Alpha chest rigs
- 2 Wartech MK3 chest rigs (TV-104)
- 1 Blackhawk! Commando Chest Harness
- 1 Triton M43-A Chest Harness
- 6 Kiver-M Helmets
- 1 DEVTAC Ronin ballistic helmet
- 2 Altyn helmet
- 1 Crye Precision Airframe Tan helmet, with GPNVG-18 night vision
- 1 Vulkan-5 (LShZ-5) heavy helmet
- 6 Wartech Berkut VV-102 backpacks
- 3 SSO "Attack 2" raid backpacks
- 1 Mystery Ranch Blackjack 50 backpack
- 3V G Paratus 3-Day Operator's Tactical Backpack

...

"Phew! That was a lot... But we managed to finish it."

Filak breathed out, wiping his sweat from carrying these backpacks.

"You did good out there, Filak! I'm looking forward to be your radio-worker or whatever in the future!"
"It's radar/radio operator, Wesson..."

Walther finished sorting the list and clapped.

"I think we are done here, ja? Let'z go then, we still have a party!"
"O-Oi Wesson how are you gonna get off of there??"

Wesson was sitting on the tall shelves...

"You're gonna catch me, of course!"

Filak watched Wesson and Smith argue it out.

"Listen, you're not like back when you were 6, you're a grown woman, Wesson!"
"You're catching me anyway!"

Smith did nothing as Wesson slid off of it, making Filak take the job and jumped forward to catch her...

"Ow! You're too heavy for me, miss Wesson!"
"Hmph..."
"Look even Filak agrees that you shouldn't be so reckless..."

Wesson blushed over the situation.

"Anyway, let's just go."

Smith laughed a bit, as Wesson was put back on her legs by Filak, she was more than flattered.
"L-Let's just go to the party already!! It is beginning soon!"
Filak nodded and followed them there.