RP: Rescue Rangers
John finished tightening the straps on his tac-vest, wiggling a bit until it settled comfortably over his combat uniform. He inspected his side-arm, making sure the clip was filled and secured before holstering it. He snapped his P-90 into place after a similiar inspection and doubled-checked all his pockets to make sure their contents were correct and stocked properly. Around him, the Marine strike-force was going through the same motions as they milled about the appropriated Hamptons estate. It was just before 0600 and the sun was currently bi-sected by the eastern horizon, lending a creepy fake-twilight to the world.
Ronon walked over as he double-checked the charge on his gun, the Satedan's bulk very much imposing in the morning dusk. "You okay?" he said in his usually gruff voice.
John pondered the question for a long moment then smiled wryly. "I will be, once this is all over. ...You ready?"
"I was born ready," Ronon replied with a grin.
"Right then. Let's get everyone to fall-in, take a head-count, and get them briefed."
Ronon gave him a slap on the shoulder and then headed off to round everyone up. John took a deep breath and tried to steady himself before following his friend and teammate. It was going to be a very long morning and an end to an even longer week.
Ronon walked over as he double-checked the charge on his gun, the Satedan's bulk very much imposing in the morning dusk. "You okay?" he said in his usually gruff voice.
John pondered the question for a long moment then smiled wryly. "I will be, once this is all over. ...You ready?"
"I was born ready," Ronon replied with a grin.
"Right then. Let's get everyone to fall-in, take a head-count, and get them briefed."
Ronon gave him a slap on the shoulder and then headed off to round everyone up. John took a deep breath and tried to steady himself before following his friend and teammate. It was going to be a very long morning and an end to an even longer week.