The last six weeks went by like a blur. New places, new faces and a general feeling of wonder. The droning of the C130 engines mirrored the numbness inside me. My teammates seemed to better fit the profile than I did. Eldon Perry was typical muscle, self assured and ready for a fight. I expect he may be a cut above the regular butcher, but thats only because Proteus holds a higher standard than most Spec Ops units. We touched down at White Sands Airbase where we were greeted by a black Denali. “Was I one of those guys now?” Whatever the case we were en-route to our first assignment. R.Cade remained silent during the journey. Maybe it was his form of meditation. He had been tight-lipped during our training too. The occasional smart-ass quip and some allusion to a nefarious lifestyle. We arrived at our remote operations base just before dusk. Bridget, whose resume reads like a who’s who among Rhode scholars. God I hope she can use that pistol on her hip, or I’m gonna spend most of my time trying to keep her brains in that pretty little head.
My first week of training with this group I figured out that Tag was trouble. He reminded me of one of those premium channel magicians that makes you spend too many brian cycles trying to figure out how they they did that trick or pulled off that illusion. I suspect that some of what I’ve been seeing is real. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here.
Once inside the compound we met with our CO. Ramses. He gave us the general rundown of things. A group by the name of Blue Horizon had infiltrated a remote research center. Now they were stuck in the basement with hostages. I guess that is reason enough to call in the super-squad.
It didn’t take us long to take out their sentry. His robot sentry units made from M60s, service carts, and web cameras was pretty resourceful, but not enough to save him. Bridget used her oversized grey matter to defeat the security on the building and the elevator and just like that we were on Blue Horizon’s front door.
Eldon and Tag made the initial push, shattering glass and mounting a proper assault. We managed to take out all but the little side kick of the boss with minor injuries to Bridget and some unhealthy wounds to Tag.
The real news of the day was that we were stuck down here for three weeks unless we could find a way to override the Protocol 6 security measures enacted by the security AI Lucy.