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Post by Richard Everson on Jul 11, 2010 15:42:15 GMT -5
When the Fort Barker soldiers were fighting actively against the Russians, Major Rick Everson and his unit was always out in the field carrying out high priority tasks that the regular infantry men couldn't handle. Now that the Russian's have stayed back, and moved on to other targets on the west coast.The ODA 33657 (Operational Detachment - Alpha) which was what a special forces unit was labeled as in the military and the number designating what unit it was hasn't done as much now as there haven't been as much tasks assigned, and most missions have been recon, and taking out small forward operating bases that Russian military set up to help their advancement. This meant Rick usually was bored and hanged around the base a lot.
Not sure what to do today, Rick decided to head to the shooting range. Stopping by the armory, he picked up his signature HK MP5 which was in a storm case, and his secondary weapon which was a HK USP and no he didn't have an endorsement deal with Heckler and Koch, he just really their products. Walking into the shooting range, a MP (Military Police) private was patrolling the area, and noticed the Major who was in camo pants but was wearing a beige t-shirt instead of a camo top. Special Forces soldiers wore different dog tags and didn't have as much info on them as regular soldiers did for national security reasons.
Waking to a table, he sat the storm cases down and opened the one that contained his primary weapon. Taking the weapon out, he configured it and then loaded the thirty round magazine inside. Turning around, he stepped into the shooting lane, and held the MP5 up, the stock balancing on his soldiers, and fired a three round burst at the cardboard target that was a picture of a Russian (The armorers were very witty). Sitting the weapon down on the ledge in front of him, the major pushed the button that moved the target towards him to see the results of his shooting, and like always there was three shots right between the eyebrows. In his profession, exceptional marksmanship was a need. Impressed at himself, Rick clapped but it was cut short as he heard the entrance door to the shooting lane open.... |
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Post by Luca Caputi on Jul 11, 2010 16:41:53 GMT -5
The majority of the time anyone on this base saw this lone marine was usually when he was on a computer talking to others through a headset different coordinates to different people. He seemed to be a tech of some sort and while the marines seemed to enjoy his presence, he could fix anything out of anything, his low rank yet the power he held was odd to others and they didn't want to get in his way knowing he could be a confusing guy. He was a specialist, he still held ranks, most of which were above him, but people were smart enough to listen to him when it came to fixing equipment and dealing with any computers or software. Although he seemed very smart he was intimidating because he barley spoke to anyone, as if he was avoiding any personal contact. On his free time he never got to know others or ate in groups. When people talked to him his answers were short.
One of the things he did on his spare time, considering the circumstance his chances of getting spare time at this base where they could be attacked at any second were slim, was head to the shooting range to practice his shot. He may have been good at computers but when things got rough he had to take out his gun and so he had to make sure he always had a good shot for those moments. When he got there and opened the door to get in he looked around to see who else was there and all he saw was an Army official of some sort, he didn't recognize the uniform but from the clues guessed Army. For such a day it was strange to see this place so empty.
He said nothing as he went over to the shooting booth next to Rick and took out the gun pieces of his M16, setting it up together, carefully but swiftly. Putting on the ear muffs and setting himself into position, along with the target through the electronic system he then got on his knees and started to practice fire on the target. His target was hit swiftly and he stopped shooting again.
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Post by Richard Everson on Jul 11, 2010 17:34:47 GMT -5
Paranoia was a side affect to being a special forces operator in the military. Your paid to look out for things, and to always utilize your six senses. When the door opened, the sound cause Rick to swiftly turn his head to the gentlemen who walked in. The major examined him quickly and by his uniform, he identified him as a United States marine. There was always a joke that a marine made a boy a man, well in the special forces operators opinion, that was utter bullshit and what makes you a man is faithfulness, trust, loyalty and a good worth ethic in Rick mind.
Most marines also appeared to be cocky, but by the way this one entered the room and walked, he seemed to be shy and just someone who wanted to practice a shot. The major folded his arms and watched the man assemble his weapon which appeared to be a M16, the standard weapon for the Marines and most other military branch's infantryman. Noticing the man select the booth next to him, a smirk formed on the forty year old face. Observing the marine take his shot, he was impressed by the stance, and after he was done shooting, Rick commented Pretty good for a fuckin' marine chuckling after. |
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Post by Luca Caputi on Jul 11, 2010 19:25:37 GMT -5
Just about to fire his gun he stopped when he heard the army man talking. He had a friendly laugh when Rick made the comment about his shot being good for a marine, as if that was meant to tease him. "Yeah it's alright. I've got a bit of practice." He was once again being modest there. His experience included a lot of field work even in foreign countries such as when they were in Afghanistan. By this point he had his muffs off and put them back on once again to take a few more shots, his shot hitting the exact same place in the target as he hit it before, almost as if there wasn't even another bullet fired there.
Taking his muffs off again he went to introduce himself by saluting. "Sir, my name is Private First Class Luca Caputi of the Marine Corp." He had a lot of respect to everything he did. He also gave the first impression to everyone he met that he was a dedicated and loyal boyscout, even if it wasn't true. It made people feel easy, especially those with higher ranks in the it was almost a mask to hide how crazy he really was. Then cocking the gun one more time but not ready to shoot it he looked over at Rick. "Whatcha shooting there sir? Doesn't look like the regular standard gun for the military. Must be pretty good."
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Post by Richard Everson on Jul 12, 2010 18:18:05 GMT -5
Good reply, Rick thought from the marine in front of him. The bald figure didn't care much for cockiness and was liking this guy by the second, but he was unusual for a marine. You sure your a marine? Rick asked with a chuckling smirk Most marines I know are cocky bastards and a lot of people would agree with the major's statement, most marines do think they are tough shit but this one standing in front of him was a modest one which surprised him. By his calmness with handing the rifle, Rick knew he has been deployed before and probably been in a couple firefights probably in Iraq or Afghanistan before the Russian shit storm happened.
Surprising, the marine saluted and introduced himself to Rick as "Private First Class Luca Caputi" meaning hes Italian also. So your a modest Italian marine, jesus fuckin' christ you are one unique individual son The major stated, shaking his head in amazement. Being polite, he would have to introduce himself back. I'm Major Everson, US Army Yes, his intro didn't have as much detail as Luca's contained but the special forces operator couldn't reveal too much of himself due to protocol required for his line of work. A laugh formed from Rick as he heard the question about what kind of gun he was carrying It's a Heckler & Koch MP5, and no it is not standard military but I'm not standard military either He replied, he wondered if the private got his subtle reference on what he was here at Fort Barker.
Collapsing the stock on his MP5, Rick placed it back in its storm case and then pulled the storm case which his secondary weapon, a HK USP pistol was held in. Opening the case, he pulled the handgun out and took a magazine clip and placed it in and cocked the gun back. |
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Post by Luca Caputi on Jul 12, 2010 19:13:56 GMT -5
He laughed at the marine comment about them all being cocky bastards. He knew the war between the Army and marines and who was better always went on. Truth was the Marines generally had less training and got more done on less of a budget but this really wasn't the time to bring that up now that he was being praised by this army man. Being called a modest Italian though he had to correct him so he spoke up, perhaps a bit out of order but in good fun. "That's not completely true. I have no idea if I'm Italian but I don't know a word of it. Shortly after I was born social workers took me away from my parents, the most they ever got to do was name me and incredibly Italian name." He wasn't going to get into the privates of his social life, he had been a while he even told somebody like that but it was mostly to explain how he didn't consider himself Italian.
"Besides" He went on to say something else to what Richard had to say. "Marines are trained to be the best. Only a few CAN be the best though so most try to cover up their weaknesses by putting others down. I already know I'm the best at what I do and don't need reassurance by telling others." That still said a lot about him. For starters he was still cocky like a marine, he was just a lot more quite about the situation compared to a regular marine. It also showed that he had a lot of confidence at what he did. If he was speaking the truth that made him one very valuable soldier.
He took a look at Richards loaded gun and studied the parts carefully. As he looked at it he talked about it as well. "Iron sight, hammer firing, non-reciprocating cocking handle." He then read off other specifications that he got from just looking at the gun before turning back to Richard. "You know. I suddenly recognize this gun. I've read information that it's used in two different areas of the military. The Navy SEALS, mostly for training, and a branch of the United States Army." He then looked back at Richard to say to the final part, making eye contact to get his full attention. "The special operation forces."
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