Team 1

Once again, everyone is gathered up in the lobby, this time fully geared up for a mission along with the two, nervous looking additions. "Ok, you all know your missions. I'll be going with Team 1. Team 2, don't stray too far home base and use the radio if you need help." The Stryker having a few spare sets of radios was a blessing, since cell phones didn't work anymore. "Does anyone have any questions before we head out?"

Jonathan raises his hand. "Anything specific we should be on the lookout for, Boss?"

"Good question. The obvious answer is canned food: long shelf life and easily storable. I imagine most of those will be gone by now. Keep your eyes peeled for water filters, whether that's Britta filters or single use straws at a camping store. On the less obvious side, look for olive oil. It has lots of nutritional benifits along with having a long shelf life. Most people might have ignored it, too. Last but not least, salt. It does more than just flavor food. If we ever manage to get our hands on some meat, we can preserve it with salt." You look around to see if anyone else has questions. It doesn't look like they do. "Alright, time to go. Good luck."

With an explosion of chatter and activity, the teams split up and get into their assigned positions and vehicles. Following Team 1 into the Stryker, Garcia hops into the drivers seat up front while Amelia, after a short tutorial from Mills, mans the 50 cal. You take a seat near the front while Mills sits near Amelia, in case she has any questions. With a loud rumble, the vehicle starts up. Garcia gives you a thumbs up and then takes off. Your target is one of the weapons caches that Mills knows about. Driving slowly and using a map as a guide, it's a rather boring drive.

Amelia eventually pipes up, "You know, every team should have a name. Like Team 1, Team 2 is so boring. Team 2 could be, like, Team Dragon or something and Team 3 could be Team Eagle." You chuckle.

"Oh yeah? And what would Team 1 be?" you ask.

You hear Garcia mutter under her breath from the front, to herself but you can just overhear. "How about Team Fuckable." You have to stifle a laugh. She sure isn't wrong though.

"Team Tiger!" Amelia says excitedly.

"It's not bad," says Mills. "And having names for each team makes it easier to remember and gives everyone a sense of belonging."

You hadn't considered that. "Let's talk about it when we are back. I'm definitely not opposed." You may even use Garcia's name for the Team.

"Sir, we're here," Garcia informs you.

"Mills, radio Team 2. Tell me them we made it.

"Roger that sir," she responds before grabbing the mouthpiece. "Team 1 to Team 2, over."

After a few seconds of delay, you hear Jeremy's voice, "Team 2, I hear you, over."

"We have reached checkpoint 1, over."

"Okay, got it. We are still a few minutes away. Over."

"Roger, hear you loud and clear. Out." She puts up the radio. "Alright, sir. Good to go."

You nod. "Ok, two of you with me. One of you stays here to guard the entrance."