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“Rise and shine Sarge”
A boot jabbed into the side of his leg. The larger man jerked awake his eyes fluttering open. His large hands rose up to his military cap pushing the fatigue wide brimmed up. His large shoulders stretched as his hands slapped against the metal seat pushing himself up and regarding the group of men situated in the large Humvee.
“Thanks for the wake-up you sons of a bitches” Sergeant Jim Hogarth mumbled his deep voice still heavy with sleep.
“No beauty sleep could fix your face Sarge” Cole said his smile extra white on his deep dark Caribbean skin.
The others laughed as Jim casually flicked him off. The truck jostled as it hit a speed bump causing Jim to sit up straight as he pulled back on his dress jacket. The tailored blue outfit of the marine corp fit well across his frame showcasing his muscular form and large physique from all sides. His chest was awash with medals of different sizes and shapes each one a story and mark in his military career. The man was older with a dusting of silver in his hair that stood out against the dark black that made up the rest of his hair. His face was freshly shaved save for a well-manicured goatee that flirted with regulations.
“How close are we?” Jim asked checking his naval watch and peering outside. The streets of London passed them by looking drab in dreary in the rain fall. Jim wasn’t one to believe in omens but did take stock in first impressions. So far London hadn’t impressed him and he was already dreaming off the shore leave he would take back home in his beach house.
He could practically feel the warm sand.
“We’re about five miles away Sarge” Another Marine said a ugly brute of a man known as Tank “The Joint Task force Head Quarters is where we are all meeting and then were taking a Chinook down to the training grounds”
“Could have just gotten us all there and saved some time” Cole grumbled scratching at his bicep as he leaned back “Were marines not diplomats”
“They wanted to debrief us all before the exercise started” Jim replied as the Humvee turned off the long stretched of road “Be on your best behavior. We’re representing the entire U.S.A and its military. We do the exercise and its R&R time for all of us”
“Hoorah” Tank murmured causing the others including Jim to chuckle. The rest of the ride passed in silence. Jim watched as the streets of London passed by making a mental note to try and pick something up for Katie before he left.
The military procession turned another corner and suddenly they traded the wide rainy streets of London for a dark parking garage. The Humvee slid effortlessly into a spare parking spot along with the rest of the convey.
“Seems like we’re here boys” Jim said pushing the door open easily with one hand “Keep your gear stowed I’ll make sure someone collects our equipment.
REMEMBER best behaviors anyone who causes trouble has to deal with me”
“Yes sir” they all said nodding their heads.
Jim moved to the front of the group checking his matching blue pants and making sure his shoes were polished. Once he was sure he was ready he moved forward his back strong and straight and his arms pressed against his side. They followed the rest of the precession into the elevator where a man in a suit was waiting for them.
“Welcome everyone” The man said his English accent echoing off of the metal elevator car “My name is Lane Sheffield I am part of the MI6 group conducting this exercise.”
He pressed a button on the elevator and they were off. No one said a word as the elevator began its ascent not even Lane. When the elevator finally reached the tenth floor its doors slid open and Lane led them out and into a long hallway.
“The conference room is there” He said pointing at a pair of white double doors “When you step inside you should see a table with your countries flag and another one. That is where your team will sit and the team you will be working with”
“Thank you, sir,” Jim said stepping forward and beating everyone to else to the punch “Marines after me”
Jim strode forward boldly making sure he and his team were the first in. They moved into the conference room finding the table in a matter of seconds and taking their places. Jim sat down and eyed the other flag noting the union jack and smiling.
“We’re partnered with the brits?” Cole said craning his head to try and see the British team “is that good or bad?”
“We’ll see” Jim said shooting him a glare “stop flapping your head everywhere and button it up!”
A boot jabbed into the side of his leg. The larger man jerked awake his eyes fluttering open. His large hands rose up to his military cap pushing the fatigue wide brimmed up. His large shoulders stretched as his hands slapped against the metal seat pushing himself up and regarding the group of men situated in the large Humvee.
“Thanks for the wake-up you sons of a bitches” Sergeant Jim Hogarth mumbled his deep voice still heavy with sleep.
“No beauty sleep could fix your face Sarge” Cole said his smile extra white on his deep dark Caribbean skin.
The others laughed as Jim casually flicked him off. The truck jostled as it hit a speed bump causing Jim to sit up straight as he pulled back on his dress jacket. The tailored blue outfit of the marine corp fit well across his frame showcasing his muscular form and large physique from all sides. His chest was awash with medals of different sizes and shapes each one a story and mark in his military career. The man was older with a dusting of silver in his hair that stood out against the dark black that made up the rest of his hair. His face was freshly shaved save for a well-manicured goatee that flirted with regulations.
“How close are we?” Jim asked checking his naval watch and peering outside. The streets of London passed them by looking drab in dreary in the rain fall. Jim wasn’t one to believe in omens but did take stock in first impressions. So far London hadn’t impressed him and he was already dreaming off the shore leave he would take back home in his beach house.
He could practically feel the warm sand.
“We’re about five miles away Sarge” Another Marine said a ugly brute of a man known as Tank “The Joint Task force Head Quarters is where we are all meeting and then were taking a Chinook down to the training grounds”
“Could have just gotten us all there and saved some time” Cole grumbled scratching at his bicep as he leaned back “Were marines not diplomats”
“They wanted to debrief us all before the exercise started” Jim replied as the Humvee turned off the long stretched of road “Be on your best behavior. We’re representing the entire U.S.A and its military. We do the exercise and its R&R time for all of us”
“Hoorah” Tank murmured causing the others including Jim to chuckle. The rest of the ride passed in silence. Jim watched as the streets of London passed by making a mental note to try and pick something up for Katie before he left.
The military procession turned another corner and suddenly they traded the wide rainy streets of London for a dark parking garage. The Humvee slid effortlessly into a spare parking spot along with the rest of the convey.
“Seems like we’re here boys” Jim said pushing the door open easily with one hand “Keep your gear stowed I’ll make sure someone collects our equipment.
REMEMBER best behaviors anyone who causes trouble has to deal with me”
“Yes sir” they all said nodding their heads.
Jim moved to the front of the group checking his matching blue pants and making sure his shoes were polished. Once he was sure he was ready he moved forward his back strong and straight and his arms pressed against his side. They followed the rest of the precession into the elevator where a man in a suit was waiting for them.
“Welcome everyone” The man said his English accent echoing off of the metal elevator car “My name is Lane Sheffield I am part of the MI6 group conducting this exercise.”
He pressed a button on the elevator and they were off. No one said a word as the elevator began its ascent not even Lane. When the elevator finally reached the tenth floor its doors slid open and Lane led them out and into a long hallway.
“The conference room is there” He said pointing at a pair of white double doors “When you step inside you should see a table with your countries flag and another one. That is where your team will sit and the team you will be working with”
“Thank you, sir,” Jim said stepping forward and beating everyone to else to the punch “Marines after me”
Jim strode forward boldly making sure he and his team were the first in. They moved into the conference room finding the table in a matter of seconds and taking their places. Jim sat down and eyed the other flag noting the union jack and smiling.
“We’re partnered with the brits?” Cole said craning his head to try and see the British team “is that good or bad?”
“We’ll see” Jim said shooting him a glare “stop flapping your head everywhere and button it up!”