Tactical Stealth

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Characters: Snake, his students.
What: Tactical Stealth class
Where: Starting right outside of one of the main school buildings, ending in the stadium.
When: Afternoon. Forward dated to Monday, June 15th, I guess.
Rating: PG-13 for possible swearing

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[powerofmoney]

*Oh boy an obstacle course sort of. While he's not too fond of the idea of getting set on fire, stealth-related pursuits outside of buying a billion stealth planes are kind of foreign to him, so he's thankful for all the instruction.*

COLIN: START

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*Hands Colin his weapons*
Good luck out there, Colin. Your size might end up helping you.

[powerofmoney]

*Colin starts off slowly, gluing himself to the wall and inching along slowly, just like in the movies. His head moves up and down quickly enough to make any headbanger jealous, because cameras are generally high up on walls, and mines are quite frequently on the ground.*

[camo_box]

*Uhoh, here's the first laser trap, make sure you don't come in contact with it!*

[powerofmoney]

*Colin spots it well in advance, and takes out the spray can to spot the lasers. They're... awfully low. He folds his arms and stares at them for a moment before removing his hat, placing it neatly on the ground, and getting down on his belly to veeeeery carefully worm his way underneath. Once he's quite positive that his feet have cleared them, he reaches back under to grab his hat, using it to brush away the dirt before placing it back on his head and turning around to continue the course.*

[camo_box]

Hey, you're doing well, Colin!

*Here come the cameras*

[powerofmoney]

*Colin, thankfully, spots the first one. He pulls the pin on the grenade, and it's not until he does so that he realizes he has very little idea how chaff grenades actually function. He tosses it in the camera's general direction, hoping it for the best. Thankfully, the best happens, and the chaff is scattered through the air; Colin's slightly disoriented by how strangely pretty it is, but he shakes himself out of it, hurrying ahead while the chaff is still in effect because he has no idea how long it lasts.*