FactionGuerrilla
I'll do what I can.
When Frank wrapped Shilo's head wound up, he could literally read her mind. Every last word, from her chanting to herself that he was trying to help to her hatred of fear, was literally transmitted from the assassin to the Marine's brain- all because of one telepathic power. In fact, after she asked him not to get too close- seemed like she had a phobia of close proximity- he found himself within her own flashback. Literally watching from his own perspective, able to walk around and look on his own accordance. But if he tried to touch anything "tangible" in the dream, his hand would merely pass through the object or person or whatever- as though he were a ghost. Hence, he was forced to watch the entire scene reenact itself in front of him, through the point where the man- apparently Shilo's father- dug his own blade into his daughter's face, completely blinding one of her eyes.
Even this was a bit much for Woods, as he found himself flinching lightly at the bloody scene and even had an urge to look away- even though he had seen a lot of shit like a young Marine getting his brains blown out on that damned river and Bowman being killed just for entertainment, this just felt... he couldn't describe it. Disgusting. He couldn't imagine even the Viet Cong doing that kind of shit to their kids- they might be monsters, but the Commies weren't that crazy. He hadn't even realized Shilo was blind in her eye until he peered into her mind- that she had hidden her blind eye so damn well. That was why she had tripped earlier, too, huh?
Either way, he was just as lightheaded as the one-eyed girl was when she rushed off to the bathroom once they got out of the plane. He didn't comprehend anything else the girl went through- his mind was still reeling from the "out-of-body" experience that he had just been through, and didn't seem to realize that the girl rushed off to the bathroom. In fact, only when he finally snapped out of his trance did the stealth artist reappear and offer his headband back. He blinked a couple times, finally letting the fog in his head clear up, before silently nodding when her eye met his. However, he only took his headband, placing it on his waist belt instead of his head.
"Thanks. Keep the gun, I think it might suit you more than that peashooter you had." The American noted as his eyes shifted over to the M16A3 he had customized. For a marksman like her, the American rifle would probably be more suitable than that crappy pistol she'd been carrying earlier, and if she didn't like it she could probably sell it. Besides, he figured it was time for an upgrade since it obviously wasn't that useful last mission. For "Tip-of-the-Spear" ops, that wouldn't be useful for him- but for Shilo, she could probably silence it and turn it into a DMR that would be worthy in her hands, all the while the underbarrel launcher helping her stay safe in tight combat.
"I'll be downstairs- you could probably keep the M16 on semi rather than auto, and I think that Blackjack guy lets you change whatever you want to put on it anyways in terms of sights. If you're planning on keeping the grenade launcher, you'll need these." In return for his headband, the soldier placed the small bag of 40mm grenade shells he had been toting about earlier on a nearby table- he wasn't sure if Saga was comfortable with him approaching her again, especially after reading her mind and realizing that. He hoped she knew the difference between the 40mm shotgun and 40mm HE rounds- he had been relying upon color labeling to make sure he wouldn't shoot an explosive right in his face. Agent Saga was probably much more talented than he gave her credit for, though- she'd figure it out on her own. At least, so he figured.
Regardless, after the exchange Frank made his way down to Blackjack's lair much later than the others- everyone was gone including the mercenary himself. He began tapping away at the printer, browsing the "Recommended Loadouts" setup the printer apparently had in store for the CIA operative. There was one weapon that did catch his eye- a Titus-6 launcher that had an integrated underbarrel shotgun. Upon inspecting it further, the 3D printer offered a clip of someone using it- the top fired a group of sticky flechettes, each group being set to a three-round burst. He'd have to reload every time he fired, but the explosive nature in and of itself meant it would be like firing a grenade launcher.
The man then flipped a selector on the side of the gun, and the optic folded down to make way for iron sights, and whilst in this configuration the gun fired two-round bursts of pure buckshot, containing up to five bursts before the front mag had to be replaced. A grenade launcher and a shotgun? That was one hell of a setup.
Within moments, Woods bought the Titus-6 for a mere $400, leaving him with $1.4K to spare. After printing it up alongside its required magazines, he hefted it up to his shoulder and aimed it down the sights, practicing flipping the sights up and down. After a few moments, he had gotten the hang of swapping back and forth- but how did the gun handle?
"There's only one way to find out how somethin' works- field testing," the U.S. soldier grunted to himself, promptly taking the elevator back upstairs and heading off towards the training room. His mind was't focused on his incident with Shilo- but if she was in the training room, he'd probably have to address that. But right now, he just wanted to fire off a few rounds from his new toy.
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