Augmented |18+|

"Deployment"

2299 UNPC universal calendar

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"they want us to do what?" Anton asked, looking at Kate quizzically.

"Basically we sit and look pretty while babysitting," She replied, shrugging.

"I mean, at least it's an excuse to get out for a while, '' Sarah said, petting Varg.

"well, okay, though I agree it's a gross misuse of the most experienced trio of augments in the UNPC." Anton said, finding his LSS and dropping his boxers to put it on.

"Hey, it's better than a search and seizure," Kate said, doing the same.

"don't remind me," Anton said, shaking his head.

"So we supervise this event and look pretty for the UNPC, and hand out cards to those who want them?" Sarah asked, pulling hair LSS over her bare torso.

"yup, babysitting highschool kids, sounds marvelous" Kate replied, smiling.

"maybe they'll have food to make it worthwhile?" Anton proposed, knowing this was going to be the longest 3 hours of his life.

They threw on their armor, Varg's too, and climbed aboard Darren's black hawk for the 2 hour ride that awaited.

"You stick out like a sore thumb," C7 said as the three boarded.

"I earned it, and I intend to wear it with pride" A9 replied.

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Landing at the small armory within a major city, and hopping out, they each thanked Darren in turn.

They walked into the large gymnasium-like room, with a stage along the same wall as the main set of four doors to the left.

"You guys sure are early," a soldier in the standard multicam uniform of the US Army said, extending a hand out to A9 who he'd decided was the group's leader.

"good evening" A9 said, B2 and C7 mirroring his courtesy.

"I'm specialist sanders, pleased to meet you" he said, his forehead gleaming with sweat in the humid airflowless room.

"likewise, need help setting anything up?" A9 asked, setting his helmet on a nearby folding white plastic table.

"The local JROTC unit should be here soon, they'll be putting everything up" Sanders said, rubbing a hand over his short jet black hair that perfectly matched his skin tone.

"sounds good, how's your day been?" A9 asked.

"long, longer still that I'm stuck here babysitting highschool students" he replied.

"heard that" A9 replied, one of the main entrance doors opening behind them, and a average height man with weathered skin and a mean demeanor walked in, carrying two rectangular bakery boxes, C7 and B2 walking over to grab the boxes from the man, and setting them on a vacant table near the wall to A9's right.

"Hi, I'm gunnery sergeant Williams, I'm one of the instructors at the local highschool" the man said, extending his hand to the two for a handshake.

A9 walked over. "Good afternoon, need anything moved?" he asked, hoping the man would say "no"

"Yeah actually, it's in the back of my truck," Williams said, leading them outside to his silver pickup truck in the parking lot and dropping the tailgate.

A9 sighed inwardly, but trotted along all the same.

Inside sat a large black pelican case, A9 grabbed the handle, and slid the box to the edge of the truck's tailgate with ease, and pivoted it so C7 could grab the handle on the other side.