Description: Captain William Guile meets the Killer Bee once again at NATO's Russian forward operating base, now wearing Delta Red colors.
Cammy is having an easy "job" so far. She's just got out of the hospital, where she met her ninja friend, and has been given her first assignment! Quite a terrifying experience, really, given all the burly soldier types who are apparently her old friends. She has never felt more out of place in her life - not that that means much when she can't remember anything past about 48 hours.
Her first assignment is, however, positively menial. Simply doing some patrol duty in one of the main NATO camps on the Russian-Chinese border. She doesn't really have to do anything at all in fact, merely mingle, show the flag as it were, wander around the camp and say hi. Even this is bit much for her. She's still getting used to having this huge muscly legs, and it turns out her uniform means they are practically bare. And this, wandering around a camp full of strangers all in body armour and clutching guns, while talking over oildrums and the like.
So she feels pretty out of place. She keeps all that mostly hidden away though, trying merely to look casual as she wanders around, smiling at anyone who meets her eye and occasionally returning a salute or a few friendly words. She might be fighting with these guys soon, apparently.
Captain William Guile, usually of the US Air Force Joint Special Operations Command, is currently on assignment here in NATO's Russian base. He has been one of the officer's chiefly assigned to direct mobilization of Special Operations forces in conjuction with NATO commanders.
He has left his blues at home, moving about his business around the camp in his old-style wilderness camos. The sleeves of his jacket are rolled up to his biceps.
He is currently touring the outskirts of the facility, talking here and there to the soldiers gathered. Some about business, others about family back home. He stops at the edge of the camp towards the southeast, glaring in that direction for a long moment before he turns to move again.
Well, that guy looks interesting at least. Awesome hair. And there are Americans here! At least she can talk to them. Unfortunately, she doesn't speak French, so that rules out the Belgians, who seem to be in the majority around here, at least in the bit she's seen. So she slips over to him.
And salutes. She's still not entirely au fait with military etiquette yet, but that was the first thing Colonel Wolfman told her about. The military sure got their priorities right! Even though apparently special forces don't rigidly adhere to that sort of thing anyway. "Good afternoon, er...". Ooo quite high ranking. "Captain. Sir.". She looks at him with some curiosity. He looks pretty buff for an officer!
Turning towards Cammy, the voice which has greeted him, Guile brings a bladed hand up to his brow and then brings it back down, not leaving the soldier hanging for very long. When he gets a better look at her, a moment passes where Guile looks just a little uncomfortable. Finally, he grunts, "Good morning, Soldier. Try not to overdo it. I'll answer to Captain or 'sir' but not both."
Guile returns the look of curiousity with on of his own, "Did the Belgians start dressing their female troops differently?"
He then pauses, shaking his head, "No. Your accent is too good to be Belgian. Which country do your represent, Soldier?"
"Oh... Sorry, sir.". Cammy looks down at herself self consciously, and frowns. Ugh, she did tell the colonel she thought this getup was ridiculous. Only some sort of mad dictator would make people dress up like this, surely. "British, sir. And, it's not the regular army uniform, it's a sort of special unit.", she admits, getting even more self conscious. She already worked out that 'special forces' was like a red flag to the bull to some of these grunt types.
"I'm just patrolling the camp is all, easy enough assignment.". A rather absurdly easy one for supposed special forces, she imagines, but then this is just the colonel trying to be accommodating. "I didn't realise there were any American forces actually here. It's nice to talk to someone who speaks English, anyway.".
Nodding his head slowly, Guile replies, "There sure are." He then nods his head slowly, his flat top swaying slightly at the gesture, "Right, that makes sense now. Special forces operatives are given discretion with clothing choices. Just make sure you keep your ID with you."
He peers away from Cammy towards the horizon again and adds, "Well, I speak a smattering of French and I think you're missing out with the Belgians. Those waffle eaters can tell a joke."
Guile turns back to Cammy and tilts his head slightly, "Who is your commanding officer with MI6?"
Cammy smiles at that. "Oh, I wasn't meaning to be insulting, sir. I'm sure they are fine people. The ones who speak English certainly seem very polite. Er... Waffles?". She looks vaguely bemused at that, knowing nothing about Belgium really beyond that at least some of them speak French and what their flag looks like, because it's on all the shoulder patches here.
"I have some ID somewhere.". She has a little badge, which apparently passes for it. "And, Colonel Wolfman, sir. We just arrived here this morning actually, I think he is busy at present, and thought it would be good for me to get the lie of the land about the camp. Our unit is mostly getting settled in.".
Guile nods his head, "Yes. Waffles." He doesn't seems to elaborate on the point as he begins to gesture in various directions, "Let me give you the quick rundown. The supply officer's tent is that way if you need to round out your kit. The head quarters tent is in the center there, includes the respective unit commanders as well as the task force commander's office. There's the mess tent. Over beyond the mess tent is the US encampment. Nobody is going to pitch a fit if you're over there. Alongside them are the French. Don't approach their part of the encampment quickly. They're liable to drop their weapons and surrender to you. The Canadians are set up next to them, and the Greeks are with them too. Don't turn your back on the Greeks."
He brushes his hands to the side and continues, "We have a smattering of units from other allied nations here. Russians, of course, and others. Try to learn some of the different languages around. You never know when you'll have to communicate something to someone when you're assigned to these multi-nation task forces."
Cammy tries to hide a smile when the French are brought up. Apparently British troops and American ones have a few things in common at least. Just as well Ash isn't in earshot though!
"Well... I'll try, sir. I doubt I'm much good with languages though I fear. I think Colonel Wolfman handles that liaison task but I'm sure that in combat you can't always wait for a translator.". The thought of having to learn a language almost makes her dizzy right there, she has enough problems as it is with her brain without adding French grammar to it. "Thank you for the rundown. Er. What's your name, sir?" she asks, leaning towards him slightly. She's supposed to be meeting people after all, and somehow, she has the feeling that this guy is important.
"Guile, soldier. Captain William Guile." He carefully offers her a hand, shakes quickly, and drops his hand back to the side before continuing, "Colonel Wolfman might handle the liason, but you're the one doing the fighting. Exactly. Most of these soldiers don't have the benefit of the training that you have. Even simple words like directions, retreat, attack, and how to tell time can be a lifesaver in the field." He then blinks, "What is your name, by the way?"
Cammy beams as her hand is shaken. Maybe this job won't be so bad after all, people are certainly friendly enough - in a grim sort of way, admittedly. Her grip is actually quite strong given how reedy she looks. "I'm sure you're correct sir. It sounds like that might even be experience talking.".
At his question, she tilts her head. "I'm Cammy White." she tells him - one of the few things she does know about herself is her name, after all. She leaves her rank out of it because... nobody actually told her that part. How embarassing. Minion somehow seems appropriate, but she doesn't come out and say that! Perhaps Delta Red doesn't bother to give ranks to it's grunts.
"Well, it was nice to meet you Cammy. I'm sure I'll see you around base camp, but I need to get going now. Staff meeting..." He says the last as an accountant would mention talking to their 80th client of the day. He turns and begins to walk away, but stops suddenly and turns back, "The Canadians are trying to arrange a rumble... Basically to take a look at my fighting technique. I'm sure nobody would mind if you stopped by and showed them how the Brits do it. Eighteen-hundred hours by the light of a steel drum fire. Over in the Canadian encampment." He turns again, continuing to walk away.
"Okay, sir. I'll be there." Cammy promises him. Sounds interesting, and besides, this fighting thing is supposedly what she does. EVen though she hasn't tried it yet. Baby steps, Colonel Wolfman said, baby steps. She gives him a final nod, and then continues her rounds herself.
Log created on 14:36:42 03/08/2012 by Guile, and last modified on 16:32:26 03/08/2012.