Chapter 32: Another Perspective (part 1)
Cara had heavy eyes as she barely got a wink of sleep the night before. The plane shook slightly as it was at full speed towards their destination. She sat on her barely cushioned seat as she glanced at her team, in the dimly lit metallic space. Her team had taken that moment to prepare themselves for the mission. She was simply holding her pistol. Chris's classic pistol. The Custom Samurai Edge Beretta 92. The only thing she modified was a green laser sight on the barrel that would activate from the pressure plate on the grip of the gun.
Her eyes were deeply focused on the gun as she recalled the plan. It was not much of a plan at all since they had little knowledge of the building they were going to infiltrate. The Angeldive was going to be the hardest part, to her knowledge. She had only done it three times. Every other mission she had done with her team she was on the ground and infiltrated took down the enemy with rather ease. With the building not being so wide, it was going to be challenging to have the whole team land on the roof. Not much intel was given to them from the agent they already had inside the building. All the information they gave was coded to avoid getting caught. The only information she had was that there was BOW's inside of the destination, people who were once workers and agents of Umbrella, and a sentient BOW that has human intelligence. She could tell this was going to be a very interesting mission.
"Captain! Did you get any sleep," Kyle Summers tough voice spoke with a bit of a worried tone. He sat ahead of Cara as he stared at her with an unsure look on his face. He held his gun cleaning the grime of the metal of the barrel. He held an SOB-13 Elite Tactical Shotgun. It looked somewhat like an oversized assault rifle with a large magazine, but it was without a doubt a shotgun.
Cara glanced at him and she gave him a soft smile as she spoke over the plane noise, "I had a few hours, but I was more worried about the team than myself. Plus, I had to make arrangements for our guest," she spoke honestly as the man at the seat closest to the pilot glared at her and gave a bright smile.
Carlos Oliviera. An old friend to Chris and a closer friend to Jill. Cara studied the man. He looked to be in his forties as he polished and cleaned his own weapon. An M4A1 Carbine. A rather generic-looking rifle for a man who has been well praised by her lieutenant. There were not any attachments to it. In fact, his gun barely looked clean, it looked rusted and was seemingly gathering dust the more she looked. His gun though did not look better than him. For a man in his forties, he looked handsome. The features of his face were sharp but had some wrinkles. His thick black hair was curly and a bit all over the place. He wore a thin black long sleeve shirt that complimented his gym instructor physique under his thinner brown jacket. The black jeans he wore had full pockets and a belt that had additional pouches. On his hip was a SIG Pro SP2009. A classic black Glock. It looked just as old as his Carbine. His eyes darted between the two who spoke and he chuckled, "Friends! I'm only here for your lieutenant's sake. Just treat me like extra baggage and there won't be much of a problem."
Cara rose an eyebrow to his comment. This was an odd case for her. Carlos is not part of the team, but he was being tagged along anyway. Either way, it was Chris' orders to bring him along. If Chris could trust him, she would too. She gave him a nod and looked back at her team.
Tucker watched Todd load his gun. A classic AR-15. On the bridge of the gun was a red dot reflex sight that was manually measured for Todd's own personal handling of the gun. He was the youngest of the team and had to shine a lot in this mission. After making a straight headshot to an innocent's head in their last firefight, Mr. Todd Faulten had to impress his captain and not waiver on this mission they had.
Todd stayed silent every time Captain Amber would glance at him. He knew he was on Cara's shit list. While he would admit that his aim for a BOW was a genuine accident, it's now on his record to be prone to cause collateral damage. This was his last chance to make it for his team. His blue eyes avoided her gaze as he focussed on loading his extended magazine. His slim face looked saddened and annoyed. more annoyed than saddened. He clearly just did not want her looking at him.
Cara's sharp eyes then looked to Tucker who had been focused on Todd. He simply made sure Todd had done everything right before they were deployed. Tucker had his M4 Carbine resting on the ground from its butt end, between his legs. His weapon was very armed but Cara could not confirm if the safety were on. In the hands of the muscular man was his custom pistol. Its design was made with special demands. Mr. Blanch even got his pistol made by Kendo Custom Shop. Joseph Kendo helped design it himself, which brought his pistol en par with her own Samurai Edge. The pistol looked to be designed for sport. It was some sort of luger. The handle was black and the barrel and extractor both being light grey. Even its suppressor was grey.
Cara spoke over the engine, "Blanch!" the man quickly looked at her and gave a nod to her. Cara continued, "Why is your side the way it is?" she gestured to his pistol. Tucker looked at his pistol and then glanced at every team member. Even Carlos was seemingly curious about such a unique pistol.
Tucker rubbed his thumbs against the engravings of the pistol. He spoke up with a low gruff as he looked at his gun, "Back then when I was a lot younger, me and my dad would go to the local shooting range and rent whatever pistol they had to shoot targets. One day, my dad got me a twenty-two. It was a Luger Mark III Lite Rimfire. It was sporty as all hell... colorful too, but I kept that fucker shiny clean and would take it with us every single time we went to the shooting range." he jingled his sidearm and spoke a bit louder, "This was a request I gave to our lieutenant. He even got it properly measured to fit all forms of nine-millimeter rounds. However, this design was ripped from the Mark IV. The major difference is that the grip is thinner and has a more balanced weight. Me and my dad really didn't have much in common, but the shooting range was where we shined the most as father and son," Tucker gave a saddened smile as he looked down at the gun.
Cara softly smiled and spoke, "It sounds like your dad really cares about you. Is he retired?"
Tucker looked back at Cara, "Ya. He had his life completely retired in 1998," he said in a cold tone as he let it sink in for the others.
Cara had his report but at this moment she had forgotten that his father died in the Raccoon City incident. Her smile quickly softened to a sad look of regret. "I see..."
The dim light around them lit bright red and the alarm blared. The cargo bay door slowly opened and revealed the building they were assigned to infiltrate. They all quickly mounted their weapons on themselves as they readied their parachutes. The cable chute was attached to the latch. Everyone latched their chute to the cable and one by one they jumped out. The wind whistled into their ears as they now had all of their focus on the mission. Arms and legs spread as the latched on their chute were pulled. one by one, their parachutes were deployed. Cara was second to last, in front of Carlos. The moment her chute deployed her body tugged downwards before she had her hands on the steering lines.
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