Posted on Wed Dec 13th, 2017 @ 7:49pm by Colonel Jordon Mason Jr.
Col. Jordon Mason Jr.
SDS Security Liaison
Cpl. Inola MacKenna
SDS Admin Assist.
Jordon nodded in response that in a situation he had Tactical Command. He wasn’t necessarily looking for Command, he understood he was the new guy here, but he also knew that in a pinch, he didn’t want to be arguing over who had authority. “Understood.” He said as they were dismissed. He headed back to his office to gear up.
Inola followed Jordon back to the office, making a quick detour by the armory. She was given a duffle with body armor in it, and she got herself a M9 for a side arm, and a MP7 for a primary. She figured it’d be easy to carry but also small enough to keep it out of the way while working on other things. She entered the office hefting the duffle onto an empty table. “What the hell is in this thing? She asked looking at the vest, she’d gotten used to her SDS equipment.
Jordon laughed looking at her armor. He’d already suited up into his combat uniform, and his body armor. He was just going as security, and they weren’t expecting anything, but if things went south, he intended to be ready. He grabbed his light vest and handed it to her, it used the same tech as his battle vest, but only protected vital areas as opposed to the entire upper body. “Here.” He said handing it too her.
Inola took the vest and put it on. It was much lighter than the crap she’d been given, “I don’t know how they fight in that stuff.” She said shaking her head. The rest of the team arrived already geared up. “Looking good, grunts.” She said with a smile as she holstered the M9, and the MP7. She attached a few pouches of extra mags, then shoved her tablet into a pocket.
Jordon finished getting ready and stored his own gear, put on his glasses and looked over the team. “Alright, our primary job here is to provide security. Ensure the scientist don’t get themselves in trouble.” He said eliciting a small laugh from his team.
Inola decided to add her two cents, “We’re there to help as we can, we’ll follow their lead unless things get dicey.”
Jordon glanced at her interrupting his briefing, “Correct, if things do go bad, I’ll be taking command till we’re clear. Aside from that, take your cues from the team leader, and let’s make sure these folks all come home.”
“Oorah.” The team responded, most of them having come to SDS from the Marine corps. Inola just nodded. She wasn’t quite as gung-ho as the others. The team parted leaving room for Jordon to take the lead.
Jordon walked through the 5-man team, and led them to the gate room. They took up positions around the ramp to the gate, and waited for the others.