Bagram
(OOC: After this.)
1500 hours
November 26th, 2001
Bagram Airfield, Afghanistan
The air was choked with dust and debris - not unusual, considering the fact they’re about half a mile from the site of one of the biggest construction projects in the country.
One of the only construction project in the country, actually.
Voodoo beat the air in front of his face, trying to focus on the briefing. They’d set up in the main hangar about an hour ago. So far, they were the only ones in there - everyone seemed to know enough to leave them alone. The quartet was seated at a table, with a map of the Shaikot range spread out in the middle.
“…so don’t expect much for the next week or three,” Mother finished. “All CentCom wants us doing is marking targets for fast-movers and getting the lay of the land, maybe working with a team or two from the SBS crew. The Marines’ve established a FOB at Camp Rhino to the southeast, and word is the Rangers’re coming in soon. Now, good news is - since we’ve officially got boots on the ground, JSOC has authorized us to go in with assault gear until further notice - tac vests, helmets, all that. No more playing Afghani.”
“Awful nice of them,” Preacher muttered. “What’s next?”
“Our tour got extended. We’re staying ‘til June - maybe longer. All depends on what JSOC wants. Our next op is two days from now - quick sneek n’ peek to assess an LZ for the 10th Mountain. Any questions?” None, as usual.
“Briefing is tomorrow. Square your gear away and rest up in the meantime.”
1500 hours
November 26th, 2001
Bagram Airfield, Afghanistan
The air was choked with dust and debris - not unusual, considering the fact they’re about half a mile from the site of one of the biggest construction projects in the country.
One of the only construction project in the country, actually.
Voodoo beat the air in front of his face, trying to focus on the briefing. They’d set up in the main hangar about an hour ago. So far, they were the only ones in there - everyone seemed to know enough to leave them alone. The quartet was seated at a table, with a map of the Shaikot range spread out in the middle.
“…so don’t expect much for the next week or three,” Mother finished. “All CentCom wants us doing is marking targets for fast-movers and getting the lay of the land, maybe working with a team or two from the SBS crew. The Marines’ve established a FOB at Camp Rhino to the southeast, and word is the Rangers’re coming in soon. Now, good news is - since we’ve officially got boots on the ground, JSOC has authorized us to go in with assault gear until further notice - tac vests, helmets, all that. No more playing Afghani.”
“Awful nice of them,” Preacher muttered. “What’s next?”
“Our tour got extended. We’re staying ‘til June - maybe longer. All depends on what JSOC wants. Our next op is two days from now - quick sneek n’ peek to assess an LZ for the 10th Mountain. Any questions?” None, as usual.
“Briefing is tomorrow. Square your gear away and rest up in the meantime.”