SIM:Challenger's Shadows
| USS Challenger | ||
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 LOST | ||
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The Shadows are a Special Operations Team that specializes in infiltration. The eleven-man team is headed by 1st Lieutenant Hella with MSGT Dustin Evans as her assistant.
Pictures coming
| Picture | Rank | Name | Nick Name | Speciality |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Picture | MGS | Otis Oliver | "Big O" | Demolitions |
| Picture | MGS | Chance Whitmire | "Scar Face" | Demolitions |
| Picture | MGS | Will Harden | "Monkey Man" | Infiltration Tactics |
| Picture | MGS | Adam Bell | "Chimes" | Demolitions |
| Picture | MGS | Ansel Rockford | "Poker" | Special Weapons |
| Picture | GSGT | Brett Fynn | "Rodeo" | Sniper |
| Picture | GSGT | Max Martin | "Tools" | Special Weapons |
| Picture | GSGT | Neal Stanley | "Eagle Eye" | Sniper |
| Picture | GSGT | Harrison Conors | "Bag Man" | Infiltration Tactics |
((Desert))
::Standing in the desert Evans felt exhausted, he was breathing through his mouth, looking at the sky he shook his head and sighed oO Oh god we've been at it 29 hours. God I'm a wreck Oo
Hella: ::from behind him:: Why are you making this so hard on yourself? ::jerking off the small detector on his back:: You won't be needing this anymore. ::attaching it to one of the bolts, she shot it into the opposite direction.:: Evans: Isn't that cheating boss.
Hella: We're Shadows, when did we start playing by the rules. Now come on before they get wise.
::Using the gully as cover, they ran the length, and then burrowed into the sand, moving toward the new hideout Hella had found far and away from the detection of the Red and Blue teams.::
Hella: They'll never think we would use this place as a base.
::::Looking around their new area Evans dumped his webbing on the floor, sitting against the wall he closed his eyes briefly.
Hella: Get some rest Evans. Blue Team will be engaging Red soon, and until then, we're staying out of range. Besides, I have a surprise awaiting Red Team that I just put into place. It will even out the odds for Blue Team.
Evans: So blue team have solved their ablution problems then, mind you with the Red team's vehicles they have an unfair advantage.
Hella: Let's just say that the fuel they have won't prove as useful as they thought.
Evans: So what you done, sugar in the fuel tank or played with the fuel cells?
Hella: ::grinning coyly:: Something like that, only... with the added insurance of a hole for leakage.
::Shaking his head Evans moved to the back of the hide away and lay down: Wake me in 6 hours.
Hella: If you're lucky. Be ready to move out if I wake you. There won't be time to mess around.
::Hella had set alarms around their lastest base for an early warning system, even though she knew they would not be needed. If they found them at all, it would be too late to catch them.::