Booker's POV:
Henderson explained the cold war situation with the east and the west, he explained their military forces, our military forces and current world population, with every explanation leaving their jaws hanging wider than the last.
Alkia kept asking about the United States and Soviet union’s military might, Lornia about the political situations around world, and Ye’sha about the technology of the United States and the world.
While they were talking, Henderson seems to remember something, “shit I forgot about cross contamination.” He whispers to himself as the women kept asking questions.
Just then Zack poked him while holding the radio’s phone and Henderson seemed to panic a bit, grabbing the phone and listening to the other line. Then his face whitens and expression sours.
“Uhm, ladies, I must apologize for this interruption, but it seems that my command demands that I answer to them.” he says as they were in a middle of discussing something.
“But we still have so much to…” Lornia was cutt off by the sudden loud static of the radio from Zack’s back, catching the of everyone in the room.
Zack slowly placed the phone near his ear and the whole tent goes silent as he tried to listen. “Aye sir…sir we can't…I do sir…we will sir…of course we do sir…I understand…relaying orders, over…” Zack ends as the whole tent goes silent, Zack leans in the Henderson’s ear and whispers something, which makes him show fear.
Henderson stays silent for a bit before he suddenly stand up and speaks, “We are leaving…now, we thank you for your hospitality.” he announces as he gets up and moves to the exit. Not knowing what to do the rest of his team gets up and moves with urgency.
Booker looked back at the women before leaving, their eyes filled with worry and panic as they all moved out. Exiting the tent, he could see women screaming out orders to get into their combat positions and to be ready for a fight.
Entering the humvee, the questions that were building up inside them finally was released at Henderson, “What the hell was that all about?”
“A mechanized infantry platoon just came in.” Henderson said with a pissed off expression on his face.
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>[Continent: Alrina]
>[Country: Vorcian Republic]
>[Location:[SCRUBBED]
Arn walked towards several armed personnel guarding a single heavily armored door, which houses Vocia’s top secrets.
The recent empire’s exploration project was shrouded with secrets and mystery which left their top agents scratching their heads on what it was. Some believed it was just a rouse to deceive them from a real threat, others believed they discovered some new power source other than the energy stones, no matter what it was, it was important enough to guard and to protect.
Flashing her identification ID, they quickly stepped aside and allowed her to scan in on the door’s ID reader, with a loud hiss the metal door’s air tight seal was broken, and with a loud screech, the door opened.
Walking through the long hallway, she can hear the hummimg of the energy stone powered lights above her, she can hear every step she took, her shoes thumping on the concrete floor. Until she reached the second door and opened it.
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She was immediately slammed by new sounds, wrying of machines, humming of lights, typing of keyboards etc.
She passed through laboratories, Intel storage rooms, and security check point to security check point, until she finally reached the door she was looking for.
It was wooden and colored brown, looked like the most ordinary door anyone had seen, but the head of Intel always like that, plain and simple, but also stylish and unique.
Knocking three times, she waited a bit for a response from the other side, “Come in.” A voice from the other side called out to her, and she slowly opened the door.
The first thing that greeted her was a fire place, a fake one that amitted some heat but fake none the less, then the green figure of the head of information, Zan’Rea, she was a Loraian, a reptilian species hailing from the continent of Shia a warm and humid place. They had joined the republic in the early 120s after a slightly skirmish, but after some talks they managed to cooperate and integrate them to the glorious republic. Her scales were green, smooth and regularly cleaned, her head had a pair of small horns, jutting out of opposite directions and her eyes bore the reptilian decent.
“Ah, Arn, I see you came back from the Union! How was the deployment there?” She asked with a hint of curiosity in her voice.
Arn thought for a interesting event that happened, yet she couldn't think of one, “to be honest ma'am, not much happened.” She said with all the honesity of a yong child.
“Tsk awww, not of your liking dear? Don't worry I have something better for you.” She informed her as she reached for a file next to her.
“The empire ma'am?” Arn asked with intrigued and a slight bit of curiosity.
“Wow, how did you know? Was it whispers or the gossip going around.” She asked with a small bit of sarcasm as she looked at her, “Now I entrust you with finding out and collecting information, you haven't failed so far.” She said with a proud expression on her face while handing her the file.
“Will do ma'am!” She responded with excitement, “Glory to the Republic!” She shouts out.
“Glory to the Republic.” Zan’Rea responds back as she closes the door behind her.
Sitting down at her desk, Arn opened the files and skimmed through, the first page contained well known information about the republic, such as their military, economy, and population, however the second page was the one that caught her attention, “surge of energy detected, disappearance of an expeditionary force, and recent highten security around North pine region?” She read aloud with heavy interest, “Now you just got interesting.” She said to herself with a smile to her face.
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Booker's POV:
Henderson had been screaming at the commander of the mechanized infantry for the past hour or so, because he did not see the reason to bring several Bradleys, m113s and a whole m60a2 to the scene, it was a miracle on its own that those women didn't shit their pants and go into panic.
“I KID YOU FUCKING NOT!” Henderson screamed while Zack stood next to him with his radio to his side, “I DIDN'T SAY SHIT ABOUT CALLING REINFORCEMENTS!” Henderson screamed at the tank commander who was peaking out of the m60a2s hatch.
Brass told us to equip live shells and move out to this location as fast as we could, we weren't told about anything.” The tank commander informed him as a drop of sweat rolled down the side of his head.
Henderson stood there dumbstruck wondering which one of those old bastard ordered a mechanized infantry platoon to roll out without giving information prior, but his thoughts were caught off as Zack interjected, “Sir, orders from command.” He told him while handing the phone to him. Putting it close to his ears he listened in, “Establish 100 sqare foot quarantine zone from the camp await CBRN units arrival, dawn gas masks and protective wear, do not let anyone in or out, over.” Then the radio cut to static as Henderson stood there.
“I gotta write a fucking report, I can already see the piles of paper work.” He says out loud drawing chuckles from everyone.
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Booker stood in the trench with his binoculars out looking at the camp, his gas mask made it a bit hard to use but it was do able.
“See anything interesting?” Sam asked from his sitting position with this gas mask on as well.
“Not much, CBRN units are getting ready to move out though.” Booker responds his voice being a bit muffled from his gas mask.
Then he noticed lieutenant Henderson walking towards them with a couple of CBRN boys trailing him. He walked up to the trench and squated as he spoke.
“Booker, Zack, your moving out with me, Sam and Izack stay here, we’re moving out with the CBRN units to the camp.” Lieutenant Henderson informs them, but before he could get back up, Izack interjects.
“Why us sir? Can't they just do it alone?” Izack says with a questioning tone to his voice, barely noticeable from his gas mask.
“Because we're the only ones who are able to communicate with them and explain what's going on.” Henderson says as he walks towards the humvee that was fresh from being disinfected.
“Oh right, didn't think of that.” Izack says as they all climb out of the trench to the disinfectant zone.
After being disinfected, Booker and his team hopped into the humvee with a couple of CBRN boys with them. Their requests were to take in samples of the off worlder’s immune systems and possible diseases they had, but once they were finished, diplomatic relations can open, or so they were told.