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CHARACTERS: Dom Flores, Delilah Jensen, Apollo Avila, Jamie Reid, Sloane Lynfield, ft. Jax. St James & Nurse Nadine Weber
WHAT: Operation Kamchatka to reclaim an abandoned naval base town.
WHEN: Wednesday morning through Friday morning.
WHERE: Kamchatka Peninsula, Eastern Russia; Bechevinka naval base
WARNINGS: none atm
WEDNESDAY MORNING
"Alright, kiddos," Jax's drawl cut across the length of the cargo hold, his tone steady and commanding. His arms are crossed, Delilah's friendship bracelet clinging to one wrist. "I'll be on comms with Jamie as you guys head down, then I want you to hook in once you touch grass. I want check-ins every hour on the hour, no exceptions. If you need anything, if there is an injury, you do not hesitate to open the line. Nadine and Sloane are your medics. Apollo is an ex-ranger so he can guide you around the terrain. Dom is your mission lead on the ground."
He looks between all their faces. "Any questions, or am I clear as mud?"
“No questions. But Nadine can take the lead on being a medic, if there’s something more exciting to do.” Sloane chips in, deciding this for herself without consulting anyone. To her left, Nadine smiles wanly.
“You can be a junior ranger,” Apollo affirms.
“Roger that, boss.” Jamie adds, “Dom will make sure we behave ourselves.” He’s sat in the pilot’s chair, busy checking to make sure everything on the dashboard is in working order. They’re going to make it safely to the ground, if he can help it.
"Dom will ensure you follow the mission objectives and act in a safe manner," Dom, who's already lost his notebook in one pocket of his cargo pants, clarifies. "He is not paid enough to step in the middle of any slap-fights."
"He's not paid at all," Jax reminds him with a kind laugh as he crosses the hold toward Jamie. "Lilah?"
"I have never been in a slap-fight and I don't intend to start now, Mr. Dom, sir," Delilah pledges before she redirects her attention to Jax. "I'm good."
“I don’t slap.” Sloane assures, which is not quite true, but it’s a mission. She has to be professional. She doesn’t even slap Apollo after the junior ranger demotion, just rolls her eyes pointedly. “We’ll be fine. This sounds easy.”
Hopefully it will go off without any hitches, but hope is in short supply these days. When the open cockpit is reached, Jax slides an arm around the back of Jamie's chair. "Take 'em down safe, okay? You, too." A kiss is pressed to his cheek, oh so close to the corner of his lips.
Jamie nods, focus still mainly on the ship he’s about to pilot down to the ground. He looks up at Jax, offering a smile and returning a quick kiss to Jax’s cheek. “We’ll all get there safe and back, don’t worry.” One more look and he returns to the ship. It’s going to be a quick journey, nothing to worry about.
For now, anyway.
WHAT: Operation Kamchatka to reclaim an abandoned naval base town.
WHEN: Wednesday morning through Friday morning.
WHERE: Kamchatka Peninsula, Eastern Russia; Bechevinka naval base
WARNINGS: none atm
"Alright, kiddos," Jax's drawl cut across the length of the cargo hold, his tone steady and commanding. His arms are crossed, Delilah's friendship bracelet clinging to one wrist. "I'll be on comms with Jamie as you guys head down, then I want you to hook in once you touch grass. I want check-ins every hour on the hour, no exceptions. If you need anything, if there is an injury, you do not hesitate to open the line. Nadine and Sloane are your medics. Apollo is an ex-ranger so he can guide you around the terrain. Dom is your mission lead on the ground."
He looks between all their faces. "Any questions, or am I clear as mud?"
“No questions. But Nadine can take the lead on being a medic, if there’s something more exciting to do.” Sloane chips in, deciding this for herself without consulting anyone. To her left, Nadine smiles wanly.
“You can be a junior ranger,” Apollo affirms.
“Roger that, boss.” Jamie adds, “Dom will make sure we behave ourselves.” He’s sat in the pilot’s chair, busy checking to make sure everything on the dashboard is in working order. They’re going to make it safely to the ground, if he can help it.
"Dom will ensure you follow the mission objectives and act in a safe manner," Dom, who's already lost his notebook in one pocket of his cargo pants, clarifies. "He is not paid enough to step in the middle of any slap-fights."
"He's not paid at all," Jax reminds him with a kind laugh as he crosses the hold toward Jamie. "Lilah?"
"I have never been in a slap-fight and I don't intend to start now, Mr. Dom, sir," Delilah pledges before she redirects her attention to Jax. "I'm good."
“I don’t slap.” Sloane assures, which is not quite true, but it’s a mission. She has to be professional. She doesn’t even slap Apollo after the junior ranger demotion, just rolls her eyes pointedly. “We’ll be fine. This sounds easy.”
Hopefully it will go off without any hitches, but hope is in short supply these days. When the open cockpit is reached, Jax slides an arm around the back of Jamie's chair. "Take 'em down safe, okay? You, too." A kiss is pressed to his cheek, oh so close to the corner of his lips.
Jamie nods, focus still mainly on the ship he’s about to pilot down to the ground. He looks up at Jax, offering a smile and returning a quick kiss to Jax’s cheek. “We’ll all get there safe and back, don’t worry.” One more look and he returns to the ship. It’s going to be a quick journey, nothing to worry about.
For now, anyway.