Realistic or Modern Der SchattenKlauen [Open]

[The_Omega_Effect]

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Der SchattenKlauen_______________________________________________
11:37 pm, rainy.
17th of September, Saturday
47 kilometres away from Lichtenstein. The meeting spot. A place with no plants, with the ground being composed of nothing but a random assortment of rocks and sand._________________________________________________________________

Nikolai was sitting at the back of his car, looking through the window and listening to music using his headphones, wearing casual clothing and keeping his equipment and all of his worthwhile belongings in his bag. He was in the car was driven by another member of his squadron. The passenger seat at the front was where the commander of his squad sat while smoking a cigarette and occasionally dumping the ash out the window. Nikolai looked over to his backpack and then waited for them to arrive at the meeting place. He was never a big fan of Germany itself. The reason being that the Russian people always kept the negative opinions of the Germans ever since the second world war. But he tried to make sure he went in with an open mind. He was training to be an elite after all. And discrimination would only hamper his progress.

They had reached the meeting destination. His commander got out of the car and shook the hand of the commander of the special forces he was handing Nikolai to. He was Russian as well. Wearing his backpack, Nikita got out of his car and proceeded to meet the commanders. The people that brought him there quickly left. Nikita never said goodbye to them as to him they were nothing more than people he had to work with. It seemed that he was the only one there. He always disliked the people who were not punctual. He was then standing there, waiting for the other members of his squad to arrive.

 

[_Exodus_]

David sits in the back of his luxurious limousine. This had truly been the first time he had been in this car, his parents often took their own cars when they went out. Today was an extra special day; he was going to be part of a special task force. He had prepared alllthese years to be apart of a skilled team such as this.

The meeting building came into view. It was Nothing but a landscape, not as great as buckingham castle, but still amazing. The drives parks near the location to allow David minimal walking distance.
"Thank you sir," David says as he leaves the limo. He takes out his bags from the trunk and proceeds to look around for others, a bit confused.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

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Der SchattenKlauen_______________________________________________
11:37 pm, rainy.
17th of September, Saturday
47 kilometres away from Lichtenstein. The meeting spot. A place with no plants, with the ground being composed of nothing but a random assortment of rocks and sand._________________________________________________________________

Nikolai was sitting at the back of his car, looking through the window and listening to music using his headphones, wearing casual clothing and keeping his equipment and all of his worthwhile belongings in his bag. He was in the car was driven by another member of his squadron. The passenger seat at the front was where the commander of his squad sat while smoking a cigarette and occasionally dumping the ash out the window. Nikolai looked over to his backpack and then waited for them to arrive at the meeting place. He was never a big fan of Germany itself. The reason being that the Russian people always kept the negative opinions of the Germans ever since the second world war. But he tried to make sure he went in with an open mind. He was training to be an elite after all. And discrimination would only hamper his progress.

They had reached the meeting destination. His commander got out of the car and shook the hand of the commander of the special forces he was handing Nikolai to. He was Russian as well. Wearing his backpack, Nikita got out of his car and proceeded to meet the commanders. The people that brought him there quickly left. Nikita never said goodbye to them as to him they were nothing more than people he had to work with. It seemed that he was the only one there. He always disliked the people who were not punctual. He was then standing there, waiting for the other members of his squad to arrive.

The plane had landed not long ago and right now, a black limousine was slowly driving towards the meeting point. It's passengers were really a weird composition. A man in a black suit, driving. Another man, a highly decorated general of the Canadian military, a blonde female in hoodie and jeans and a Husky. However, all of them were silent. Even the dog kept the somewhat awkward silence.

It did not take the car too long to reach their destination. Before time, not too much, but still enough. The general, as well as the woman and the dog got out, the woman having a bag slung over her right shoulder. Her and the Husky took place in front of the general. The elder man saluted to them and so did the woman. The dog scratched himself behind his right ear, which came somewhat close. Without a word, the general nodded, turned around and entered the car again. The woman however turned around.

"Let's go Bud.", Jessica said and the dog got up, following as she approached a man who seemed to be there for the same reason she was. She took place next to him, remained silent and waited. Buddy sat down at Jessica's feet, after being sure the man was not a thread.

 

[Steve Freeling]

Steve Freeling sat in the back seat wearing a red short-sleeved T-shirt, blue jeans and a nondescript pair of white sneakers. His dark brown hair was somewhat messy and his blue eyes were tired. He hadn't been sleeping much since a few months before the divorce. He often found himself derided for the fact that he still wore his wedding band, his 16-year-old daughter Dana having told him to "take it off, Dad. Mom's not worth you even thinking about her." Even he didn't know why he still wore it; he just never took it off. Steve's ex-wife Charlie, a girl from Augusta, Georgia whom he had dated in high school, had not only cheated on him with a majority of Dana's male teachers, but verbally abused their three children, taking time out of each day to call them stupid. I'll never forgive the bastard for that. Steve now raised their kids alone, which was vastly preferable to the alternative; the fifteen years they'd been married was fifteen years too many.

An admiral from the United States Navy rode in the front seat. Steve still remembered his father, Zeek, who had served in the Army from 1993 forward, having said, "I'll break your legs if you join the Army." With that, Steve had joined the Navy at 18 years old in the summer of 2020. It was after three years of service that he had prepared to propose marriage. His mother, Linda, a cop from Williamsburg, a rough neighborhood in Brooklyn who had moved to southern California with Zeek, had told Steve that Charlie was no good. Boy, did Steve wish he'd listened to her right now. He was pulled away from his thoughts as the car pulled to a halt in a landmass filled with nothing but rocks and dirt. I guess this is the place, huh? Steve opened the car door, slung a book bag over his shoulder, and closed the door again before going to the others and standing in silence.

 

[Saavedra]

Driving stick was a new experience for Cortez. One reasonably enjoyable. It was more demanding than driving an automatic in Texas, but the extra degree of control that it gave her made her feel more in power. A welcome sensation in a foreign country that she had last visited in a gurney with a broken arm, three gunshot wounds and shrapnel peppering her left side. It had not been that long ago, either. Not long enough to forget the pain. Even now, the memory made her left arm, leg and side feel sore under the green hoodie, white t-shirt and black jeans she wore. Even her left foot, in white sneakers, tingled somewhat. How the Saudi rebels had managed to concentrate all their shooting into her left side, she had no idea.

But that was all behind her now, for the most part.

This was not Saudi Arabia, or the few parts of Germany she had known (the military airport and hospital facilities, little else). The landscape was green, the highways were as efficient and well-maintained as their fame proclaimed, and Cortez was in excellent health. The only thing missing was her family, but why would they come? Cortez preferred it that way, in any case. They didn´t even know where she was, or what she was going to do. They thought she was teaching handgun courses to PMCs and security guards. If they had known the truth? Her mother would have had a fit, her father´s stomach problems would have flared up, her sister would have started screaming at her, and her nephews... her nephews would have gone ballistic with enthusiasm. They had no idea there was a military hero in the family, and they were about to enter that age when recruiters began to prowl the schools, looking for the next generation of Marines. Her sister had only narrowly avoided them finding out Linda was a war heroine, and had made her promise never to reveal it. Her parents had sided with her. When they came to visit Linda in the hospital, seeing their youngest daughter in post-surgery had given them the fright of a lifetime, and they had never forgotten it.

It seemed to her that her family found it harder to move on from that than her. Which was utterly ridiculous because she was the one with the scars and the pain. However, Linda was mature enough to understand that nothing would be gained from standing her ground on that issue.

This was her life, though, and while she would hide her new job for as long as possible to spare them the suffering, they would have to live with her choices like she lived with theirs.

It was on that happy note that her GPS guided her toward the last few hundred meters to the meeting point. A car pulled out and back onto the road from that direction, and she immediately recognized it as one of the fleet of multi-purpose cars the US military kept in Germany. One of those cars so non-descript that it stood out like a sore thumb to the trained eye, even through the rain. Her intuition led her to backtrack that car´s movements and sure enough, there was the place they had told her about, and already four people waiting. Four people and a dog, at that. She drove on to park the car to a side, the sand crunching gratifyingly under the tires until she stepped on the brakes and turned the engine off. The former Marine grabbed the green raincoat from the passenger seat and wrapped herself in it before stepping out of the vehicle, quickly discarding the idea of taking her luggage out of the trunk. Taking her time on her way to the waiting group, she mused that sure enough, they all looked military. Or police. Their eyes followed her all the way from the car to the group, studying her as she studied them.

The silence as they all stood there was positively nerve-wracking.

"Morning." Cortez said, almost a question more than a statement.

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

"Alright, everybody is here." said the commander in a thick Russian accent. "My name is Alexandr Yeroslav and I am the commander of your squad in Die Schattenklauen organisation." He then stepped forward so as to speak even more. "You five have been picked because you are the best of the best. All of you have certain skills that are essential to all of your roles. Your training will be difficult. You will be risking your lives everyday. But since you are here, I believe you don't care." He then tilted his head almost as if he was sending some sort of signal to all the people who had travelled here alongside the operators. They then promptly left, leaving all of the now squad members alone with him. "I will be getting our vehicle. I suggest you spend the time to get to know eachother and share your roles. Knowing each other will lead to better teamwork which you will have to do." He pulled out a key from his pocket and left the area. The group was then left with each other.


"Call me Voron. Russian. Stealth." Nikolai said in his normal calm demeanour. Him not really caring about meeting the others at all could be very easily picked up by how he quickly introduced himself to get it out of the way and his expression. He eyed every single one of his teammates, wondering what each one would be. The breacher would obviously be one of the men while the doctor would obviously be one of the women. He was not too sure who the sniper or the leader would be. That was until he saw the dog that kept close to the blonde woman. He realised that as a sniper it would be useful to have someone watching your back and so he assumed that she would have that role. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a balisong. He then started to open it and close it using a variety of tricks. He could do much fancier tricks but he used it as a means of occupying him and for him to have something to fidget with instead of him showing off.

Saavedra Steve Freeling _Exodus_ The Fluffiest Floof

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Jessica watched more people arrive, one of them awkwardly greeting. The Canadian just nodded, before a man with Russian accent explained who he was. He gave an introductory speech and then said he would get the vehicle. From the moment he left, the woman looked at the other group members. Just as she wanted to introduce herself, somebody did so. The stealth, a Russian as well. But from the look he gave, he wasn't really into teamwork.

Jessica nodded towards the man. "They used to call me Snow owl in my old squad. I'm the sniper. Accompanied by Buddy, my companion and helper." The dog raised his head as his name was mentioned, nudged the leg of his friend and she reacted by petting his head a few times.

 

[_Exodus_]

David content oy listens to the leader.
"'Ello, I'm Sir David, I'm going to be the breachah of the group," David says scanning the people, "Its a pleasah to meet you all."
David nods to all he attendants, including the dog.

 

[Saavedra]

Cortez raised an eyebrow at the Russian playing around with his knife, but thankfully found herself distracted by the more articulate members of the team. Better to focus on them than on the Russian, or the commander of the unit, who sounded like a downright psycho with his `hey, welcome to a unit where you are likely to die but I guess that´s cool with you´ speech. She was already starting to regret coming here, and nobody seemed interested in offering a hand as a form of greeting, even. All her mental alarms were going off.

"I´m Linda Cortez. Former USMC. I think I´ll be taking care of you all as the team medic." She introduced herself before shrugging, hoping they did not intend to stay under the rain too long. She was already itching to get back in the rental car.

 

[Steve Freeling]

"I'm Steve Freeling. I guess I'm supposed to be your leader." The "Brooklyn rage" accent he had gotten from spending so much of his childhood with his mother was out in full force today.

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

A black van with tinted windows was driven to the meeting spot. The door was opened and the man from earlier was seen in the driving seat. "Well what are you waiting for? Get in the damn thing!" he barked, expecting the members of the squad to obey. He then took a puff out of the big cigar that he previously did not have.

Nikolai still was not interested in talking to any of the group as mundane things such as "introducing" oneself and sharing information on him with them seemed boring to him. For now, he wanted to be referred to as his codename, Voron. For this reason, Nikolai got in first and took the passenger seat next to the commander.

 

[_Exodus_]

"A party it shall be," David says as he loads his cargo.
It wasn't anything special, just clothing. Then there was his family crest. The crest was amazing, a griffon with stars around it. This had been passed down from generation to generation.

David jumps in the back. Selecting a spot close to the front, he buckles himself in. He assumes everything is going to become chaotic, but not right now.

 

[Saavedra]

"Christ..." Cortez was really not favourably impressed with the way the commander of this outfit expressed himself, but restrained herself from adding some more qualifying words. She walked over to her car, grabbed one large, black suitcase out of the trunk, and locked the car. She pressed a button on the remote attached to the keys which would send a recall signal so the rental agency knew where to pick it up again, and dropped the keys in a small compartment specially designed for that. Then, she was off to the back of the van, feeling less and less enthusiastic about the whole thing.

 

[Steve Freeling]

Steve was pissed at the head honcho's attitude, but he wouldn't show it. Don't give him the satisfaction.

"Bastard doesn't give us three seconds." The American sailor mouthed silently while getting into the van.