Voodoo's already up and patting himself down for any loose gear. There's none, of course - his MP5 is slung and secured to his side, and his pistol is secure in its holster. If there was one thing BUD/S beat into him it was attention to detail.
He turns to the shed door and pushes it open. There's a new moon tonight, but the stars are out in full force, dotting the sky like some kind of astronomical blanket. But it's no time for sightseeing.
"Follow me." Voodoo starts across the sand, his boots sinking deep into it with every step. He can see the Sergeant Major's contingent down the beach a little ways, and heads for it, cradling his diving mask in the crook of his elbow.
It's not long before they reach it. Shephard himself has what looks to be a M40A1, and the rest aren't too shabbily armed, either. Voodoo clicks his tongue twice to get their attention. "Hey. Anything new?"
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Date: 2011-06-30 05:59 am (UTC)He turns to the shed door and pushes it open. There's a new moon tonight, but the stars are out in full force, dotting the sky like some kind of astronomical blanket. But it's no time for sightseeing.
"Follow me." Voodoo starts across the sand, his boots sinking deep into it with every step. He can see the Sergeant Major's contingent down the beach a little ways, and heads for it, cradling his diving mask in the crook of his elbow.
It's not long before they reach it. Shephard himself has what looks to be a M40A1, and the rest aren't too shabbily armed, either. Voodoo clicks his tongue twice to get their attention. "Hey. Anything new?"