So, an extra long chapter for an extra long wait. Does this mean you forgive me? So, this chapter was created with great pains. For some of this stuff, I had to give up and cut short because it took too much to explain or I could not find an appropriate source to back my knowledge. Or I just had flat out not enough knowledge. But basically, this is a more informative chapter to tell you how the PAWS basically works on the job. Questions, comments, concerns? A comment section is completely devoted to that.

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Skye tapped her foot as she waited behind Ryder. The rest of the team was getting ready for the children to come. The bus was scheduled to come five minutes ago.

"Well, they obviously don't believe in the fifteen-minute rule," Skye said looking at her watch.

Ryder shook his head and shrugged. "They're civies, Skye, unless their football players they won't believe in the fifteen-minute rule."

Skye sighed about to return inside when they heard the buses role in. "Oh, wait, here they come. About time."

Ryder chuckled and shook his head once again. He stretched his back and started walking towards the buses. "Smile, Skye, we trying to build and impression here."

A teacher stepped out and smiled at Ryder and Skye. "Good morning, sir. My name is Melinda, I am the field trip coordinator. If you have any issues or anything just let me know or one of the teachers and we can help."

Ryder shook her hand. "Absolutely, and likewise to you. I'm Captain Ryder Mason and this is Sergeant Skye Heffron. We'll be the tour guides. Alpha is proud to teach the future generation and if they have any questions, we're happy to answer them."

Malinda smiled and bowed a little, "Oh good good because they have a LOT. They've been really excited for this trip and finally getting it to work out made it pretty hard for teachers to do their job. We almost wish we made this a surprise trip rather than a panned one." Skye and Ryder laughed to humor her. "Well, I guess I'll just get them off the bus and…hope for the best."

Ryder nodded and started stepping back. "Yes ma'am, we'll just wait right here."

Skye giggled and added quietly, "At a safe distance."

Ryder scoffed with her and then waited for the children to dismount and organize. As soon as they were all with their buddies and huddled around the two operatives Ryder began his speech. "Well good morning Adventure Bay elementary!"

"Good morning sir!" They replied back in one voice.

Ryder raised his eyebrows chuckled. "Ooh, motivated."

"Very motivated, that motivated me," Skye chuckled in agreement.

Ryder continued, "I am Captain Ryder Mason and this is Sergeant Skye Heffron. We're going to be your tour guides today. Hooyah?"

The children shouted back in different manners excitedly and Ryder got their attention. "Okay, let's try this again. In the Navy, which is where I'm from, we say hooyah! Not yeah, not yes, not 'whoo hoo,' it's hooyah! Short, loud, and motivated. Now come on, motivate me again, hooyah!?"

The children breathed in and shouted back a mighty, "Hooyah!" but returned to a disorganized bunch. Ryder again got their attention and continued. "Okay, here's the plan. We're going to go in and show you around the space, but before that Sgt. Heffron will explain what we do and why we do it. Sgt. Heffron!"

"Thank you, sir," Skye stepped up as Ryder stepped back. "Good morning classes!"

Once again, the shouted good morning.

"That's not gonna get old any time soon," She chuckled. Ryder shook his head. "As he stated I am Sergeant Skye Heffron. I am the team pilot. Now, unlike my team lead here I'm from the Marines, not the navy. We don't say any wimpy hooyah. We say oorah or rah kill. Use your chest. Let's here it. Oo-rah!" The children tried it and Skye shook her head. "Not convinced, try again, oo-rah!" They tried again louder and some screaming it. Skye shrugged, "That was better try to say with your chest. We don't scream it, we shout it. That's what my drill sarg always told me. Now, who can tell me what P.A.W.S stands for? Anyone?"

A bunch of children raised their hands. Skye picked one. "Alright, you, I want you to say your name loud and proud, your class grade, and what you answer is."

The child nervously nodded and said, "Kyle, I'm in sixth grade…"

"I'm sorry what?" Skye put a hand to her ear as if she were deaf.

"Kyle! Sixth grade! It stands for… um…Protect and…Watch Service?"

Skye nodded, "Yeah, Protect and Watch Service, does anyone know why?" She picked a few children that threw out some random answers but weren't quite right. "Okay, so, you guys were close but not quite. The PAWS was so named because we protect our people and watch for them. Together, it is a what is called a paramilitary service. This means that it's not attached directly to the military but acts in a way that it is military. Make sense?" The kids shrugged and nodded. "Okay. So a little bit about us: the PAWS is split into two divisions, twelve teams, over three hundred members. The first division is called the support division, however we nicknamed it the office division. The second, who we are in, is the operative division. The office division has six teams called the logistics team, geographic analyst team, personnel analyst team, disaster team, law and cases team, and investigation team. The logistics takes care of supplies for us. Geospatial analysts give us the lay of the land and info on the city. Personnel analyst team gives us background checks or are the subject matter experts. Disaster teams are the control center for more serious jobs, like bombs and mass casualties which we will cover later. But basically, we go to them for authorization of dangerous munition and permission to take risks. The Law and Case team takes care of the legal stuff for us. And lastly, our least favorite, the investigation team. The investigation team ensures we have acted in accordance to the law and with sound judgment. So, if we do something we felt we had to do they ensure we really had to do it. Make sense?"

A child raised her hand and Skye pointed at her. "Uh, Bethany, fourth grade. What if you had to kill someone?"

Skye laughed to herself. She was trying to avoid that word. "That would be a perfect example. If we took someone out, we have to be accountable and they have to ensure it was reasonable that that person was shot. Because sometimes we don't act rationally. Our job is very stressful, and we are human, just like you guys. We can cave in our feeling too. But that's another matter we can discus later. Right now, we need to talk about the cool stuff. So, second division, anyone guess who that is?"

A child pointed and laughed. "You!"

Skye nodded, "That's right, us. The second division, which I stated earlier, is called the Operative Division. And it also consists of six teams. Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, and Foxtrot. The captain and I and the team you will meet is part of Alpha team. You might meet a few people from the others if they poke their head in. But, with that in mind, unlike the first division, our teams are smaller. We carry a minimum of nine units, or people. Alpha happens to have eleven. Each of us are specially trained in a job. Very rarely do you have someone trained as simply infantry. It's nonexistent in a sense. In our case, you have a team lead, a computer specialist, two engineers, two medics, one pilot, two shooters, and a diver. You'll meet them soon except one. Unfortunately, he was sent to the hospital last week when we went on call. Which is really sad because he would love to do this with you guys. Unfortunately, time had another idea. Now, let's talk similarities and differences between us and the military. What do you guys think are some similarities."

A lot of the children raised their hands and Skye picked a random one. He said his name and class then answered, "My dad says you guys fall under the…um…UCMJ."

"Right, the Uniform Code of Military Justice. The laws of the military because technically, we are a part of America's military. What else?"

She picked another. "You have guns?"

Skye and Ryder laughed. "Yes, that's true, we do have guns what else?"

A child raised her hand and added, "You have rules."

Skye nodded, "Okay, yeah, we do have rules. Now how about some differences?" There were a few shots in the dark, but none were correct. Eventually Skye stopped taking answers and told them herself. "Okay, those were all good but not quite. We differ because of our size and our job. The military goes out and goes to bases but we stay here. And we don't a whole lot of people. But we do have a lot of similarities. For instance, we are called a special force. If any of have heard of Delta Force or of the Navy SEALS, then we about match them but not entirely. In a bar of standards, we are a few inches below. Some of us, however, like the captain, are on the same level if not higher. Capt. Mason was a SEAL Team Six member before coming to join the PAWS."

The children wowed, and Ryder smirked at them. he was proud of his past, but not so proud that he would talk about it.

"I was a helicopter pilot before getting shot down and sent here. But that's another story if you guys behave. We will tell you all about our deployments later. But only if you behave. Now the rest of our similarities lie in our standards. Some basics first: we have a creed, a motto, a song, defining attributes, and, like the navy and army, we have some standing orders. Well, they call them the Eleven General Orders of a Sentry, but we call ours the Seven Standing Orders of an Operative. We also have programs to assist our members should they need it. Each of these things we know by heart." Skye paused to convince herself that that was true. Yesterday said otherwise. "But we don't really need to get into that. You guys want to go inside?"

The children all cheered loudly, and Skye smiled at Ryder. Ryder nodded and smiled, "Alright, let's go. Everyone keep close to us or the teachers and you'll be fine. It can get a little rowdy in here." He and Skye grinned at each other.

X X X

The team inside lounged and talked a bit. It wasn't till Ty spotted Ryder and Skye coming in that he rang the alarm. "They're coming in."

Everyone turned to see the door and raced to their stations pretending to be training. It was something to uphold the image. Kaiser was next to some first aid supplies and acting as if he was practicing his adjunct placement, Everest and Rubble were next to some wrestling mats and practicing their flips and throws, Radar was by his computers, Zuma was messing with some diving gear, Rocky raced towards the garage, Ty disappeared into the range, and Chase shut himself into the armory. The children came in and they all began the acting process.

"Children, welcome to the Alpha team." Ryder motioned. The children marveled at everything that was going on. Ryder winked at everyone then said, "Alpha, at-ten-tion" The team stopped what they were doing and popped to attention. They waited for further instruction. The room was quiet. "At ease." The team relaxed but kept to their positions. "This is where we stay until we have a call. This room caters to just about every need we have. When we want to do some PT, if we need to cook some lunch, if we want to check our mypay accounts or something; things of that nature and more. We also have a gun range, armory, and a garage." The children started riling up. "We will visit…" he waited for them to calm down. "We will visit these rooms IF… you behave. Trust me when I say that the range and the armory will require your best behavior. The guys in there are not as patient as me or Sgt. Heffron. Carry on!" The team began their exercises again. "We'll start small. Sergeant."

Skye took lead again, "Alright, everyone, this way and we'll talk to Sgt. Malarkey over here." She led them to Radar who was shaking his head. The children were too short to notice. She raised her eyebrows to give him a look as if to say, "Just do it." He sighed and put on his poker face.

"Hey, how's it going, killers?" He greeted as soon as he "noticed" they were coming up to him.

"Hey, Malarkey, the children here are just touring the place. Wanna tell them what you do and why your job is so important?" Radar felt as if that was a jab.

"Is being a helicopter pilot in an anti-terrorist team kind of ironic? Of course!" Ryder tried not to laugh. The joke flew over the teachers and children's head since they had already forgotten that Skye was the said helicopter pilot. "So! I'm Sergeant Malarkey how y'all doing? Since I'm on a computer, what do you guys think I do here?"

A child raised his hand. Radar pointed, and the child answered, "You're a computer guy!"

Radar froze and tried not to laugh. It didn't stop a smirk from rising though, "Okay, that's true, yes I am the computer guy. Anyone else?"

The next one shouted, "You're a hacker!"

Radar stifled another laugh. They were so innocent. He leaned over at Skye and muttered just audibly enough so that a few of the children heard him, "Look at the little Call of Duty players. They're so cute." He shook his head and replied, "Yeah, I hack. But what they actually call me is a Computer Specialist. My job is to ensure my team is well informed, with good understanding of their position, or where they're at, and to ensure they can get in where they have to. So, say you're playing Rainbow Six and you come up to a big iron door with a panel next to it. I'm the guy hooking up to it and magically making the door open. Or maybe, if you guys were old enough and played Perfect Dark…"

A child raised his hand. "I play Perfect Dark!"

A teacher took hold of his hand and scolded, "It's not polite to yell, sweetie, you raise your hand then…"

Radar froze, stopping the teacher, "Hold that thought, ma'am. You…do?"

He nodded, "Yeah. It was my dad's favorite game."

Radar was about to cry, "You mean…you played the actual sixty-four version, right? Not the fake Xbox 360 version that marked Rareware as a traitor…right?"

"Yeah, my dad says that I should start with older systems before I play new ones. But he gave me a Switch. That's a new system isn't it?"

"Yeah, but your dad's not an idiot, like other people…"

Skye whispered in Radar's ear, "Not now, you nerd!"

Radar sighed. "You know what, we should talk later, I'm a Nintendo fan. Anyway, my job consists with anything that has a screen and a keyboard. So, uh… shoot what was I supposed to do?"

Skye sighed and replied, "Just do something simple! Show them what an algorithm looks like! I don't know, do something flashy."

"Flashy, what the hell! Ah…Oh! Can I get a volunteer?" The same kid raised his hand. "Sweet, yeah, come on up, let me see your phone." The kid reached Radar and pulled out his phone. To Radar's surprise, it wasn't a smart phone. Instead it was an old flip phone from what looked like it was from the year 2009. Radar stared at it and nearly cried tears of joy. This kid was retro, and he loved it. "I see you have a…dumb phone."

The kid nodded, "My dad says smart phones are a waste of money and make it easy for people to spy on me."

Radar smiled proudly, fighting back the tears forming in his eyes. "Your dad sounds like an amazing man." He cleared his throat and gave the kid back his phone, "I'm going to leave you alone. You don't deserve this. Anyone else?" a girl raised her hand and he asked for her phone. He stared at the glittery seven-inch phone and dropped his jaw. How did this thing even fit in her hand? It was yet another question he asked along with why children even had a phone in elementary school. Especially a smart phone. Nonetheless, the children laughed at him as he made a ridiculous face. "How… why is it so big? This is…a miniature I-pad! This isn't a phone!" The children continued to laugh at him. The teachers had to at least chuckle at him. He sighed. "Alright, here we go. I want you to pay attention to your camera. And point at everyone like this." He raised his hands and showed the screen to the children. "Can you do that?"

She nodded and did as he said. He took his chair and gave it to her. "There you go, sit on that and rest your arms on the backrest." She obeyed and waited. Radar got into the phone within seconds and then turned the camera on. She didn't even notice. "Okay, everyone, want to come on back about ten at a time and look at my screen?" They did and saw that he was looking through her camera. They were somewhat impressed, not too much. It was something. After everyone had a turn, he let the girl see last. She was a bit more impressed.

"I thought if the camera was on that the light would shine." She said looking at her phone then at the screen.

"That's just it, miss," Radar smiled, "Skilled technicians like me can get in and out without a trace. You never know when someone is looking. That's why I'm not a smart phone guy." He looked over at his little friend and winked. He giggled back. "Well, not much else I can do. I'll just close out of this and rescuer you phone…there. As if nothing happened. Oh, by the way. I would get a better Inti-virus and spyware shield on that phone. Try Avast, they're expensive but worth it. Any questions?"

There weren't any takers. Skye sighed and clicked her tongue. "Alright, let's move on. Look, Radar, you made a little friend."

Radar lifted his head and replied, "You know what, Skye? You're a wonderful human being."

She smirked and started to leave, "Thank you, Radar."

"Too bad you became a helicopter pilot."

"Oh, come on!" She sighed, "Okay, guys, this way, to our wonderful diving expert."

Zuma looked up and deadpanned at her. She chuckled and continued, "Dakota, want to give us a hand?"

"Sure, Sergeant, what can I do for you?" Zuma replied giving a smile.

"Why don't you tell us about what you do and how you contribute to the team."

Zuma stretched and put down the empty oxygen tank. "Yeah, okay." The children began laughing at him. One of them remarked that he talked funny. Zuma tried to ignore it, "So, hi guys. I'm Pvt. Zuma Dakota, nice to me you all. I'm the diving expert. With that can anyone guess what I do?"

"You go underwater," Replied a child after raising her hand.

"Yeah, exactly," Zuma pointed, "A-plus. So basically, in a nutshell, I dive underwater and approach hostiles from beneath it. What my job mostly covers is ordinance and package delivery."

"You're a mailman?" A kid asked at random. Laughs were shared by the kids.

Zuma shook his head and rephrased his words, "I attach bombs to the boats, and board the ship underwater or from the helicopter."

The kids were wowed this time. Skye, attempting to help Zuma then asked, "So, what do you do, Zuma? For the team?"

Zuma put his fingertips together and leaned over his knees, "To make sure you are up to date in your scuba certifications for one. And to support water missions."

"And what can you tell them about your equipment?" She looked for the children's interest. Unfortunately, most of them looked like they were board. It was easy for her to tell they wanted to talk more about combat than other things. As Zuma talked about his equipment, she looked back at Everest and Rubble who were still sparring. Everest peaked over and shrugged quickly then threw a lame punch so Rubble could flip her over.

She flopped onto the mat for the thirty-secondth time with a sigh. "So, how many times do we need to throw each other until we get a turn and can stop? Like, do we really need to be this distracting?"

Rubble sighed as he let go of his hold, "Beats me. Let's just go for a water break, this is getting old."

Everest gripped his hand then threw him onto the mat, "Me first."

Rubble sighed and rolled himself up. "Bitch move, you know that? That was a bitch move."

"Shush shush shush, there are kids here, Rubble." Everest scolded.

"Screw the kids, I'm a free man," Rubble whispered drinking some water and wiping his sweat off. "Ugh, where is Marshall when you need him? He's the one who's good with kids."

Everest sighed. She had gotten tired of hearing that line. "I wished he saved one of those bullets for me. Why does he have to be such a bullet sponge? Rubble, why did I fall in love with a bullet sponge?"

"Oh, boy, kid's alert," Rubble sighed as he put away his water bottle.

"Just stay here, dude, no point in getting back into battle stance when they clearly see us taking a load off." Rubble shrugged and smiled for the kids.

"Alright guys, I think it might be high time we show you a little about what we do combatively. You guys up for it?" Skye asked with a smile.

Rubble put on a smile and replied, "Sure. Nice to see you guys. I'm Corporal Rubble Johnston. This is Private Everest Winters."

"Nice to meet all of you." Everest greeted, "So, I know you want to see guns and all, but in close quarters those can be useless. So we have to keep are skills sharp."

Rubble nodded in agreement and added, "Sharper than a knife, as it were. Reason being is because in some cases you have time to shoot the guy who is trying to kill you."

Everest picked up a rubber knife. "So, we're just going to show you how we roll. We'll show you a few knife defense skills then maybe some armed CQC. After that, we can answer a couple questions. Are you guys ready?"

The children cheered and Rubble nodded at Everest. "So, the first thing we'll show you is what is called a block. This just keeps the knife from getting you and at the same time leaving an opening for you to hit back and disarm. Winters, ready?"

"Let's do it." She nodded.

She went in for a sideway jab. Rubble used his arm to stop her by her forearm and used his open arm to fake a jab at her stomach, then her jaw. He moved swiftly to take her to the ground then disabled her while she tapped the mat. It was simple but amusing enough to wow the kids.

Everest gave the knife to Rubble and took over. "Not bad, huh? Alright, so this next one is for the ladies. We are naturally smaller and unfortunately weaker in some respects than our male counterparts. However, every tower has a weakness." Rubble made a funny face and gestured discreetly at his groin. The gesture made the kids laugh. Everest looked back and rolled her eyes. "Now you can aim for where the sun don't shine, and that is your best bet, but there are various points in the body that are almost just as weak. Boys, if for some reason a towering female in trying to come at you with la chancla…" The kids laughed again. "You can aim for these spots or, like the male has a sunless crevice, the females have a near equivalent right in their pelvic area just above the groin at these two points." She pointed at either side of her pelvic where her ovaries were possibly located. "It doesn't hurt as much, but… believe me, it doesn't feel any better either."

Kaiser watched from the distance as the children were ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the two combatants in close combat. Rocky was shaking his head, seeing the children being amused by the simplest moves.

"You know," Rocky said as he stretched, "If taking care of babies was as easy as amusing those kids, it would be a hell of a lot easier to be a daddy.

"Having father issues already?" Kaiser chuckled, "And you only just begun."

Rocky rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, you have kids, thee at the same time! And tell me it's easy, okay?"

Kasier put up his hands and chuckled, "Hey, I'm good, pal, it's hard enough having a girlfriend a country away."

Rocky chuckled too. "Speaking of, how is she? Alright?"

Kaiser shrugged. "She's alright, yeah. Haven't talked much since we've been so far apart. My internet access is shit too."

Rocky clicked his tongue and inhaled sharply. "That's bad juju man. She's gonna be pissed if you don't contact her periodically."

"Well I do; I do," Kaiser insisted, "I do. But she wants to see me, you know? And frankly so do I. I miss her, man."

Rocky pat his back, "Hey, brother, if our life's anything it ain't glamorous. Its hard. My wife gets on me for not being back in time for dinner, you know? And I'm only twenty-five minutes away. Of course, she hates having to take care of the kids alone. But it was our deal. I provide the money, she takes care of them kids."

"How much do you get paid?" Kaiser asked. "I'm single and I get payed about…a hundred thousand a year before taxes."

"I get the same with a twelve-hundred-dollar difference," Rocky replied, "I get payed for my dependence. Fortunately, since it doesn't have to travel very far, I get that money a whole lot faster than the military routes a special request. Which takes a couple weeks, mind you."

Kaiser shook his head. "That's why I never joined the military."

It was Rocky's turn to shake his. "Your loss. The military paid for a lot of things that saved me as much as millions."

"Kids alert." Rocky looked over at the moving mob that Skye was directing. When he looked back, Kaiser was grinning at him.

Rocky sighed and stood up to leave. "We'll settle this later. For now, I'm going to losten and tighten the same old bolt I've been loosening and tightening for the past hour. Good day, 'doc'." Rocky gave a two-finger salute and disappeared into the garage.

"Alright, guys, were almost done here. We just have one more person and we're headed to the fun stuff."

"Fun stuff?" Kaiser acted as if he were offended, "You mean medicine isn't fun? Get out of here, Heffron. Who here is wants to be an EMT or Firefighter?" Kaiser counted a few hands. "Alright, let's dream a bit bigger: doctor or nurse?" More hands raised. "Alright, see, you need to learn this stuff. So take mental notes. We'll have fun." Kaiser grumbled something random so the kids would laugh. "Tell me I'm not fun, I dare you. Alright, so, introductions. I'm PVT Larson, I hold one of the most important parts in a team unlike the job diver or pilot."

"I heard that!" Zuma shouted from across the room putting the diving gear away.

"You were meant to," Kaiser called back, he gave the children a smile as they were giggling amongst themselves.

"Most important, don't make me laugh, Larson," Skye shook her head as she laughed.

"Well, let's see what I do. I stich your limbs and face back on while you are basically infantry. When was the last time you piloted?" Skye's jaw dropped. Ryder snickered in the background.

"You did not…"

"I did…"

Skye shook her head, "Okay, I see how it is. Everyone is just jealous they don't know what its like to pilot an apache."

"You piloted an Apache?" An older boy asked.

Skye gave Kaiser a triumphant look before answering. "Yes sir, I did. Me and my gunner Abraham," Skye made a catholic cross then beat her chest and pointed to the sky, "rest in peace, brother. We took out a lot of terrorists in our time. My battalion ended up calling me the Apache's Knife. But that's a sea story for another time. Maybe if we have time we can talk about our deployments and all that other cool stuff. For now, we're going to see what Larson has for us."

"I was wondering how long you planned to steal my thunder. So, as I was saying, I am the medical professional. Or if you want, medic. I'm not actually the main medic though, I'm what's called the backup. Now, before you ask, no, I was not in the military, this is basically my first military experience. Instead, I got my way in because they found out I was basically trained as a CIA agent. We won't talk about that either. That's classified." Kaiser gave a small chuckle. "Our main medic, or primary healthcare specialist is unfortunately in the hospital. Took a few rounds in the chest for the team. He's making a rapid recovery, though, and will return to service soon. Sorry you didn't get to meet him though. You guys would have loved him. But we're just going to stick with me and I'm going to guide you through the good stuff. So there's a few things I'm going to teach you that you can use in real life. Instead of looking at some Hollywood flick that lies to you left and right your going to get some authentic medical experience. Can I have two volunteers?" Every hand raised. Kaiser laughed and looked at Skye. "Heffron, you want to pick one?"

Skye looked at the group and picked a random girl. "You, female type with the pink shirt. Go ahead."

The girl happily ran to the front and Kasier turned to Ryder. "Captain, sir, do you want to pick one?"

Ryder looked around and grinned at a chubby looking kid. "You, blond hair with the action figure shirt."

The kid ran up happily and Kaiser stared at him. He tried not to smile but the silence said too much. "Okay, we got our two. So," Kaiser chuckled nervously, "What I'm about to show you is the combat drag. You two, put these on." Both children were wowed by real bullet proof vests. The girl had a bit too much slack, but the boy was able to fit it relatively well. The children became very excited. "Okay, so this is basically when your ally is down, and they need to move because the area isn't safe for them or you. For people like me, that is crucial. If bullets are flying here and there and I'm in the middle of it just minding my own business and putting a band aid on you what's going to happen?"

"Your going to die," A kid answered bluntly.

"I'm gonna die," Kaiser confirmed dramatically. He waited for laughter to die down. "So, we preform movements. There's a few I can do. For the most part, I'll do this. Lay down." The chubby boy lied down. "I grab them by the vest like this. I take hold of the straps and pull." The boy dragged across the mat. "Or I could pick him up, like this. Which is recommended in T-triple-C. I'm not going to get into that so don't remember it." Kasier sat the boy up, grabbed under his arms and linked his hands across his chest, crouched, then lift with his legs and drag again. The children laughed as he sat there indignantly with a smile. Letting his feet drag and losing a sandal. "Oop, sorry, get your shoe there. Then there's the a few carries I can perform. One that is famous, and the only one I will show, Heffron if you please."

"Oh brother," Skye rolled her eyes and flopped on the mat, "Aah, I've been shot."

"You'd make a terrible actor." The children laughed again. "Anyway, the one I'm sure you guys have all seen is called the fireman's carry." Kasier took one of Skye's hands, pulled her up, seated a shoulder in her gut, then lifted her up into a carry. "This is a very proficient carry, I'll tell you, because it balances the weight on your body so it's easier to carry. But then if you are a big guy like Malarkey over there, you might have a little more trouble on your hands."

"Oh yeah?" Radar laughed, "Well, you're a noob! Hear me? A noob! Do you even Splatoon bruh?"

"…No," Kaiser laughed.

"Mario Kart?"

"N-n-no."

"Smash Bros?"

Kasier put up a finger, "I… have touched Smash Bros. Though only for a little while."

"That's right nooby! Because I can mop the floor with you on those games! Not bad for a tubby guy, huh?" Radar put on an overtly aggressive frown as he stared Kaiser won.

"Malarkey, that literally did nothing to… you know what? Never mind. You two, saw that. So here's what I want you to do, miss lady. I want you to grab him by the vest and pull. Simple." The little girl tried her hardest, but both the kid and the vest were very heavy. "That's it, don't lift with your back. Okay, let me tell you a secret. Lean back…now push with your legs." The girl did as she was told and successfully started to move the boy by the inch. "Okay, good enough. Switch, this time, you get to drag her." He fixed the vest that was on the girl so it was a bit tighter. It was far too loose. "Now you try it." The boy managed to lift her a little too high with the laughter of the children. As soon as he lifted, she slipped out of the vest. The boy looked surprised. He looked at the vest then down. The children kept giggling.

"Ouch," The girl let out cutely. Kaiser and Skye laughed.

He offered a hand and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I hurt myself," She replied.

Kaiser chuckled again. "Well, you guys get the idea. Let's go ahead and let you go. Round of applause everyone." The children applauded the two and quieted as Kaiser continued "So, in an urban, or city, environment, I would most like use the dragging method, mostly because it waists less energy and time. But let's get down to some nitty gritty. So, speaking for the American Heart Association, cardiac arrest is one of the top killers in America. Don't know what that is? It's a heart attack. When your heart stops working, you do. So, we're going to go over a simple skill that will save you, your dad's, or your grandma's life. This maneuver, you may have heard it before, is called CPR or cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Don't even bother trying to pronounce what it stands for. It's simple. You see someone down, you only need to check this area on the neck…" He put his fingers at his carotid pulse. "And if you feel something say something."

Some of the children sounded off while others struggled. Kaiser helped who he could then returned to his lesson. "Great, now if you can't feel anything there, it's time to start pushing. Don't push on the stomach. Got it? That will not bode well. Instead…" Kaiser grabbed a dummy by the mouth and lifted it up. It was only a head and torso. He dropped it in front of the children then got on his knees. "You want to put your finders here, below the rib cage. That is called a xyphoid process. Don't bother trying to say it. Just put them here, then trace up until you meet dead center at the chest. That's where your power hand goes. Who is a right-handed writer?" A few kids raised their hand. "Use your right hand. Left hands use the left. Great, glad we established that. Anyway. Once your hand is down bringing you rother on top and interlock the fingers like so. Start compressions. Now it's going to be hard and exhausting. Who's the strongest one here?"

A few kids raised their hands. Kaiser looked at Ryder to pick on. "That one looks pretty tough."

The child happily walked up. "Alright, buddy. Remember what I taught you and place your hands." The child placed his hands randomly on the xyphoid process and started pushing with his arms. "And he's dead. Is that what I taught you, come on, kiddo, try again." The child looked at the dummy, completely lost. "Alright, you forgot, but that's why you're here. You put your fingers here, then trace up. go ahead." The child did as he was told and found the center of the chest. "Bravo, now begin compressions." The child started pushing with his arms. Kaiser tried not to laugh. Instead, he dramatically looked away and rubbed invisible sweat from his head. the children laughed at him. "Okay, kid, I'm getting exhausted just watching you try."

"It's hard!" The child replied.

"Yeah it is, and that's okay. Let's make it a bit easier. This will both convers your energy and make more effective compressions. Lock your arm…push with your body. Look for rebound. Go ahead." The child again tried, with a weak but more effective push. "Great, deeper." The child pushed hard. "More than that, you have to find that rebound!" The child pushed once and got a tap from the dummy. "There you go. That was good. How easy was that?" The child shook his head. "Not easy, huh? Well that's the point. CPR is not easy, but it's hard for people like me to. Alright, so you guys have been good, I'll go ahead and share a story with you. I was never deployed, but as a Civil Protection Specialist I had to do CPR a couple of times. There was a time when I was all by my lonesome. Someone drops down in front of me. I check and he's got no pulse. That's what I showed you on the neck earlier. So I started my compressions. Now unlike what I just taught you, which is compression only CPR, I had to do a lot more. And a little extra thing for you: call nine-one-one prior if you can. If not, try and get someone's attention. You al have phones so neither shouldn't be hard. Don't call mom, don't call dad, just nine-one-one. Alright? Good. So anyway, I wasn't in a place where I could call a number. I didn't have any equipment. I had me, myself, and my knowledge. I began my compressions, counted to thirty and then a gave him the lovely kiss of life." He paused to let the kids laugh. "Yeah, he had something stuck in his mouth too. I had to pull that out and what it was something unspeakably strange but stuck in his throat, so I pulled it out and I gave him the mouth to mouth. Let me ask you guys something, would any of you do that?" No one raised their hand, but they shook their heads. Kaiser looked at Skye and Ryder with a smile. "Alright, well let me tell you something. When you grow up you guys will think about that question and I'll tell you what: you will change your mind. There is something that clicks inside us that we push past the vail of what we call nasty and we see human life. You see your best friend, you see your brother; you see your…dad." He paused a moment and cleared his throat. "Those things…they are gross, and we don't want to do them, but people like us? We do them because we care about you. I'm telling you, guys, it hurts when you don't' get to see your parents again. Some of us don't get that privilege like you do. We don't see mom, we don't see dad, we don't see our family, because we can't anymore. And when you're in the place where you can save someone else's, you just don't care anymore. If you lost your friend because someone who could have saved them thought it was gross to do so, it hurts. You start thinking about it and it never leaves. Just a thought. So, how gross is it now?" There was silence. "No one needs to answer. You probably don't like thinking like that, but guess what, that's our job. That's what we do, so you don't have to. To end my story, it doesn't end happy. I was alone that night, I tried to save him, but I couldn't. I had done what I just showed you for… ten minutes. You could barely do once compression, but I managed to do hundred and include two breaths through the mouth, for ten minutes then finally realize how quickly time went by and he wasn't going home. That's the medical field sometimes, guys. And especially, that's my life. Sometimes I don't win. But as medicine advances, we're hoping to make it so that once day the Grim Reaper doesn't have a chance anymore. Any questions on my job?" The children were silent, but a teacher raised her hand. Kaiser nodded at her. "Yes ma'am?"

"The man you tried to save, do you know who he was?" She asked rather invested in his story.

Kaiser nodded, "I do. But that's not something I'll get into. Let's reel it in and talk about the light-hearted stuff. Any other questions?"

None raised their hands. Skye clapped her hands and rubbed them together. "Okay, thanks for that boring lesson."

"Oh, my god," Kaiser shook his head and walked away. "You know what's boring? Being a helicopter pilot!"

"Hey, you stop that!" Skye shouted back, "Being a helicopter pilot was the best day of my life! I saved my ship because I was a helicopter pilot."

"You piloted an apache and you had a gunner. All you did was act like a fly!" The children laughed as they argued on.

"It's better than being Civil Protection. You know what? I don't care what you think! The Apache will always be the terror of the sky!"

"Skye, a stealth bomber is a terror, an AC-130 is a terror, a predator drone, is a terror. An Apache? That's a kid's toy!" Zuma shouted as he passed by.

"No one asked you!" Skye huffed, "let's go to the garage before the bash me on my job again. You guys are gonna regret this. One day I will save al of your guys's lives and you will worship me!"

"That will be the day that we all are dead, Skye, because you'll be piloting," Rubble said getting in on the joke.

"Rubble, no! Not you too!" She sighed in aggravation and rushed the children. "Go, quick, I can't take the whole team."

"What's wrong? Can't be gunner?" Everest asked before she closed the garage door.

Skye glared at Everest and looked back to see if any of the children were looking. Her middle finger went up and the door closed. She could barely hear the laughter on the other side.

"Well, well, took you long enough." Rocky smiled

Skye smiled back. "Kaiser shared a sea story."

"Ooh," Rocky scrunched his face then sucked in sharply. "He didn't share the CPR one, did he?"

"He did." Skye nodded.

Rocky shook his head, "Do you know the final blow to that one? I'll tell you later. It hurts man, that story at full power is a gut puncher. Anyway, good to see all of you guys. I'm Sargent Rocky McClellan. I'm what the army calls a sapper. A tear them down engineer. My main job is bomb disposal and plantation. If a building has to go, I'm your guy. If a building has to stay, I'm your guy. If you want grandma to disappear without a trace…I'm your guy." The children giggled a little. "If you want your engine to roar like a dragon and blow out fire. I am you guy, but I will not be responsible for the pain you may endure."

"And he won't be responsible for grandpa either," Skye added, exiting the garage.

"That's right," Rocky pointed at her and grinned at the kids. "So, can anyone…tell me what this model is?"

A child raised his hand and Rocky picked him. "It's a Ford."

"Very nice. Yeah, so Ford makes a lot of our transport. Ford made our SUVs, our armored transports, our prison transports, and our, what I like to call, Mobile Command Center. Malarkey, our computer guy out there, both steers and operates this baby for operation recording purposes and so he has internet to play Space Invaders. Of course, hacking into computers he's too lazy to walk to is also something he can do with her. She's a high-tech beauty, but she's also a gas guzzler. She can catch up with the other babes here, but she's gotta be refueled more often than they do. So, let's saw we have a look inside, but don't touch anything. Ah, Heffron, just in time."

Skye reentered the garage and smiled her big smile. "How can I assist you, Balboa?"

"McClellan, it's clearly McClellan; I have it on my name tape right here. See? See? Get in the car!" The children giggled again, and Skye rolled her eyes and jumped into the front and unlocked the car. Rocky guided the children to the cabin and jumped in. "Alright, five at a time, let's go. I'll give you thirty seconds to look then next five. Come on." Rocky waved five in then stopped the sixth and started counting down. "Alright, time's up, pretty cool, I know, next!" He cycled through several children then jumped out and closed the door. "So, what did you guys think?" A couple answers rang out. "Great, great, glad you liked it. Now, we don't usually keep this in the garage, but I figured, you might want to see what I mainly deal with. I said earlier, I was a sapper in the Rangers, right? Well, it's not likely I work with this…bu-ut…It is my jurisdiction, per say." Rocky smiled as he dug through a tool box.

"McClellan, what did you hide in there?" Skye asked.

Rocky pulled out a block of clay. "Nothing you'd want in my hands right now."

Ryder chuckled as he identified the clay immediately. "I'll tell you what, McClellan, the fact you were able to get that out of the supply office and over here is astonishing."

Rocky tossed the block up and caught it. "We Rangers are just as sneaky as you SEALs. The only difference is the branch."

"And the discipline," Skye snickered.

"What? What is this thing, discipline?" Rocky smirked. "Okay, there's your hint guys. Call of Duty players? Can you tell me what this is?" There were too many excited voices to actually hear the answer, but he could still make it out. "Yeah, sure. I think I heard C4 in there somewhere. Yes, this is C4. An explosive clay compound that is very versatile but not much like what you see in the games. In the games, its already wired, but guess what. You will never have it wired that way in the field. You can't just throw and trigger. Your is a crazy B if you do that. You might even blow yourself up. In fact, if C4 the size of COD was actually used at that range, you wouldn't just blow your and your enemy up you'd blow up half a building. The size of this stuff matters a lot and it only takes the block a size of a quarter to freaking kill you. Not only that but its easily molded into any shape you want it to. I could fit this in your car easily. I could fit this in the cracks of your sidewalk! This stuff ensues a sure death. And you know what the best part is? Remember that time when you shot the C4 to get rid of it? Doesn't work. You shoot C4 you know what's going to happen? Want to take a guess anyone?"

A hand raised and he picked it. "It blows up?"

Rocky grinned and made a buzzer sound. "You would think, but now. It's a very stable bomb. This puppy doesn't blow up even if you light it on fire. I could fit this into your freaking microwave mistaking it as my taco and it wouldn't blow. The C4 bomb requires a combination of extreme levels of heat and shockwaves. I can drop it and do whatever I want, but if I don't' get those two things, I don't get boom-boom. So, let's say you are playing COD and its hyper realistic. You shoot that C4, nothing happens, and you start walking by thinking you deactivated it and then it blows up in your face. That's because you don't realize how fake COD is so you can have a fair fight and fun. If you want to deactivate C4 from a range, you have better luck taking out the detonator." Rocky pulled out a metal probe with an antenna and some wiring. "This baby. Problem is, she's small and still operational if you hit her. You need to find a way to sever her connection to her wires. Can't really do that so easily. So, if you can, and you usually can, just pull its wires out. Easy to set up, disarm, and mold. By far the scariest bomb out there next to its sister, Semtex. Don't get excited, I don't have that ugly step sister here with me for comparison and I'm glad too. We don't use that stuff, Israel will, but not us. So, any questions on what I do?"

"Have you had a bomb blow up on you?"

Rocky gave him a dumb look and motioned to himself. "Am still here, aren't I? If I had a bomb blow…" He froze looking at a hand that he was flailing about. Remember the burning sensation of the detonator a few months back that had hospitalized him. He was lucky he recovered the way he did. "Let me put it this way: I'm still standing, and I have yet to be put out of commission. Any others? About anything?" A few more hands raised. "Before I start picking I'll tell you know, I won't tell you stories about the field or what I rigged up or cut." The hands dropped. "Alright, well, Captain, Corporal, it was nice seeing you. Children, it was good seeing you too. Where are we headed?"

Skye was silent. She took a deep breath and looked at the Ryder. "Sir? What do you think; are they worthy?"

Ryder chuckled and replied, "Well, that's up to the teachers, but the question is if Roberts and Pierce are willing to take visitors."

"Ooh, that's a good question," Skye smiled. "I'll check with them."

X

Ty fidgeted with his separated rifle while Chase was messing with the armory. Ty sighed as soon as he heard more bullets clang in a box. "You gonna do that all day, Chase, you're killing me."

"I could shoot you if you'd like," Chase grinned as he moved over more ammunition to the stores.

"Please do, just put me out the misery, you keep dancing around in there like you're trying to do the over Russianized Can-Can with bullet heels and guns skirts."

Chase laughed and put on a cheesy Russian accent. "In Soviet Russia, you wear guns."

"That is not how that meme works!" Ty face palmed.

"Well, how would you know, Ty? You don't even own a computer," Chase grinned.

"Yes, actually, I do, Chase. Just because I lived in terrorist mania for half my life killing them doesn't mean I didn't look or an occasional meme. I had a sense of humor. I thrived on the fucking meme."

Chase laughed again and leaned on the door cage. "Okay, so show me how this meme works."

Ty smirked and put a gun part down then put on a very keen accent. "In America you obey the laws of physics… but in soviet Russia? The laws of physics obey you."

Chase chuckled and shook head, "That sounds about right."

Ty chuckled and started counting ammo in his Remington. "Well that one was straight from the internet so…"

Chase shrugged and went back into the armory. "Well, what makes a better example than an actual example?" Chase juggled a few .308s to pass the time. Dropping one caused him to stop and chase it under the benches. "So, I don't mean to pry, but how the hell did you get into the SEALs? You mentioned you were basically in terrorist country as a hobby of killing the bigger guys in their own beds. So, how did you get here?"

Ty scoffed and slammed the magazine into the rifle. "I got here because my contract was up, and some birdwatcher heard my tweet."

"You have a twitter account?" Chase jested.

Ty chuckled and looked through the scope. "Nah, social media is for bitches."

"Well, we both agree on that one. I don't even have a Facebook. But that doesn't tell me how you got caught."

"I was self-train, Chase. The SEALs are professionals. I was drafted into the Navy by choice. My contract got me into an eight hundred div, then straight to SEALs. I went to sniper school then deployment readiness then finally, got back into the field and killing terrorists. Took me about two years all together, but in the end, I was back and that's what mattered to me."

"And how'd you get caught? You were killing them alone and then what?" Chase asked.

Ty scoffed again. "You are one curious mother fucker, aren't you?"

Chase shrugged and leaned onto the door post. "Well, I want to know more about who I work with. You are the one behind the scope now. It's nice to have someone who hits, but someone who isn't incognito is also nice."

Ty sighed, shrugged and rolled his eyes all at one while turning back to his scope. "Far enough. But I want an answer too."

"Deal."

Ty chuckled and increased the scopes magnitude. "I happened along a SEAL team who was capturing a guy I so happened to want to kill. I beat them, thought I was so good and skilled that I could get away…I didn't even last five minutes before they got me. I got maybe as far as ten meters away from the zone and one of them was one me like a wolf to a sheep. They interrogated me for a bit…then vouched for me when trial hit. They said that if I went special forces, that is if I went SEALs then they would let me keep doing what I was doing."

"And if you didn't?"

Ty faced Chase and smirked them took a thumb and drew it across his throat. "Death row. War crimes. Turns out my…methods were a bit inhumane. Some of my fights got me these." Ty tapped the long scar across his eyes. "Almost lost this eye too. I was lucky. If I didn't lean back, he'd have taken that."

Chase shrugged. "Well, luck happens to be why a lot of us are here."

"Speaking of," Ty leaned back in his stool, his back against a divider, "How the hell did You and Marshall end up in here? You were in the same training group, same boot camp, same unit, and somehow managed to stay together through ranger school, airborne, and Green Berets. Then what? Delta? How?"

Chase chuckled and shook his head. "That's an exaggeration Skye likes to tell. We did go to the same fort and stayed in the same company, but we actually separated several times. He was a medic; I was a Sniper. Then we actually went to Airborne separately. We placed our packages for Ranger school separately and got lucky and we met up. Then we both, after a few years, attempted to do the same for Green Berets, again but didn't really make it. We didn't see each other for a few years after that. But then we managed to get back together in Delta. We served in delta for four years. Well, technically for him, three. He went MIA for his last year. When I heard about it I did everything in my power to get on the first chopper and met him in the hospital. He wasn't himself for a while. Staying there was terrible for him. Barely recognized him too. Well, we parted after that too. I became a part of the police force and he decided to finish his degree in paramedicine and fire science and became a firefighter paramedic."

"The you got the letter?" Ty asked.

"It's called blackmailed, Ty. But yes, we both got our invitations for the same purpose." Chase returned into the armory.

Silence followed but Ty dared to ask the sensitive question, "So, what happened to you?"

"What happened when?" Chase asked as he shuffled and returned to leaning on the door post.

"Alpha team is called 'The Squad of Sole Survivors.' I lost my team in an IED explosion making me the sole survivor of team two, seal team three. What about you and Marshall?"

"Marshall is considered a sole survivor because he was the only one of two who supposedly survived after going MIA. But I was in his team when shit hit the fan. We were a team of four and even we had our limits. It was like the whole city was after us. We took out our HVT then made a run for it on the roofs, but one of our guys got hit. Marshall went back for him then ended up falling off the roof and never seen again. I don't know how he made it, but I do know as soon as I got on that heli, I lost my other man running for it. He got caped and tripped off the building as well. Didn't hear from him since. If he ended up like Marshall, we have yet to hear from him. So I got out alone. I sat there trying to understand it all. I lost three of my best friends all to some poorly trained riflemen. I never underestimated them again. Poorly trained as they may be, they're still training. And while they're training, we're losing. Because we don't train enough. This is a war they can't win unless we slack off like we do now and let people who know nothing about war decide how we take it."

Ty smirked and sat up. "Amen. But, what do we know? We've only been there after all."

Chase scoffed. "Don't even get me started."

"In all fairness," Ty sighed, "Every voice should be heard. Otherwise we aren't actually being the free country. Even all the way out here in Adventure Bay, which isn't actually a part of America."

The door opened and Chase bounced as he returned to the armory once again. Skye yelled louder since the children were all wearing ear protection. "Alright, remember what I said: don't touch anything! No one is shooting anything in here so don't get too excited. First thing's first, we're going over our inventory with A really good friend of mine. Lt. Roberts. Sir?"

She knocked on the door as Chase pretend to clean an SMG. "Yeah, what's up?"

"Can we come in?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure, gather round. Hey, you don't need those yet, so go ahead and take them off, I'm not feeling too hot today, so I need all the listening power I can get. Good morning gang!"

"Good morning, sir!" The children replied.

"Whoo, motivated up in this place. How we doin'?" He gave them a smile and put the SMG down.

The children, exited as ever, merely replied, "Good!"

"Alright, I hear you. So, I'm Lieutenant Chase Roberts. I'm one of the more senior members of this team along with my brother Lieutenant Benton, may he recover well, and Captain Mason as well. We are the oldest and the senior most members so whole lotta hooah to us. Well, I guess since I'm talking about myself, I'll go ahead and tell you that I came here from Delta Force. I was army and I've served for a bout…twelve or so years. I am just continuing service in the PAWS. So, I know I got some Call of Duty players up in this place, am I right? Black Ops? Modern Warfare? Anybody?" A few hands shot up. "Yeah, that's what I thought." Chase laughed. "Well, forget all of it. It's wrong. But not in this case. That's the only time you'll find Call of Duty be your best friend…sorta. We'll sort out the truths and lies later. For now, with a show of hands," Chase picked up the SMG, "Can anyone tell me what this is?" The sea of children basically became a garden of hands. Chase looked around and pointed at little girl. "Let's see what the ladies think. How 'bout you, miss?"

"A gun," She replied cutely.

Chase, Skye and Ryder laughed. As did most of the children. A smart aleck looked at her like an idiot and scolded her, "No, it's an UMP.45. Everyone knows that!"

"Ey," Chase pointed at him, "Respect the lady. Which one does this belong to? They'll deal with you." A teacher grabbed him and Ryder followed them out. "Alright, so you all heard it. This is an UMP.45 Submachine Gun. This baby is…actually not that great." A few confused remarks and faces filled the room. "I know, I know, Call of Duty lies again. This is actually a fairly cheap SMG. I'll tell you why in a minute. All you need to know is that this used to be our standard issue weapon because funding was an issue. Not anymore. So we're instead switching…" Chase turned and picked up and MP5, "This baby. Can anyone give me its name?"

Hands shot up again. "Alright, how about you, sir?"

"MP5!" The response came out as fast as a gunshot.

"Yep, that's right. And guess what? This baby is the real deal. So, UMP.45 versus the MP5. Why is MP5 better? Anyone think they know?" No hands were raised. "Oh, it looks like Call of Duty ain't everything, huh? So, other than its design, it's actually the firing system. Anyone heard of the G3? Of course you do, don't bother answering. Well, the G3 uses a roller system in its firing mechanism. The roller system has two little rollers that hold the bullet when loaded and basically roll the bullet out of the chamber when the gun is fired. The UMP.45 doesn't have that. Instead it uses the block back system which you see a lot in hunting rifles and stuff. It uses the explosion of a bullet to bounce back then the bullet flies off. The MP5 is also quieter, more accurate, and easier to sustain a full auto burst. UMP.45 kicks a lot more and that's a tactical disadvantage believe it or not. More kick doesn't mean more power. Remember that. We are trying our best to phase those out. We'll probably sell them back to their company or something, I don't know. But let's move on. Can anyone tell what this is?"

A few hands raised and chase picked one. "A glock."

"No, we don't trust glock and thank God, I hate glocks. Someone else?"

Chase pointed to another. "A fiveseven?"

"No, we don't sue those here. Although it is a good hand gun and the 5.7 round can penetrate armor, it's not out first choice of a weapon. It's a good gun, but we prefer something with more stopping power. Someone else?" Hands dropped and Chase shrugged. "Alright, it's a USP.45. So as you all can probably tell, it's a .45 caliber pistol. It's pretty light, rounds get a little heavy, but its pretty good firearm in terms of kick and handling. The glock is kind of the same, but I really prefer the USP because it doesn't fall off as often. Glocks don't have any real problem to make me hate them, but I still do. That's me, change my mind. USP can do it too, its just preference. This is our only hand gun. We don't have any sign of changing it fight now, but hey, we may just switch it out. I kind of hope not, because I have a USP myself and I love it. But enough about that. Let's go over this one. This one isn't in call of duty so I'm just going to go out there and say it. This is a Remington 300. This is our only sniper rifle, but we are attempting to switch it out for something else. Details are actually not yet released to us yet, so we don't know what we'll be getting. The Remington 300 is a pretty good rifle in itself, I think. I myself have found several reasons to use it mostly for what we would call a Scorpio Order. Does anyone want to take a jab at what that is?"

Chase waited a few seconds to give them a chance. With no one willing he continued. "No? That's okay, its jargon. Scorpio is just code for 'take the shot.' If this rifle, if it had a name, it would be Scorpio. And that's because most of the time we use that command, someone is behind this rifle aiming down on someone else. You'll actually see how this baby shoots out with PVT. Peirce. She's got a lot of power; you will feel it. But that's when you get out there. Last on our gun list is this little beauty. If none of you guys know what this is it's probably because you have a family with no guns. Anyone want to tell me?"

He picked a hand and the child instantly replied, "An AR-15. My dad has one."

"Yeah, there we go. See? And rightly so, if I may say so. This baby is very versatile. Now we only pull her out when we need extra fire power. Unlike civilian AR-15s this is actually a fully-automatic model. It fires at about four hundred and fifty rounds a minute. No, it doesn't use a bump stock, its an actual fire mechanism. So, usually we give this to our point men. So you know how you look at movies and see a line of guys with guns. Well, we are an…off brand of SWAT. SWAT is a branch from the FBI. We in the other hand are actually under supervision of the CIA and belong to the Adventure Bay Special Forces. Simply put, we don't act only as a 'SWAT team.' We are deployable to different countries if it's the will of the AB government. And this is because of the AB-USA Good Deal Agreement. The Good Deal Agreement states that Adventure Bay is allowed to hold its own militia and Special Forces with the exception that the CIA is permitted to supervise and limit our firepower. They are also permitted to pull from American military, if they are near or have reached retirement or reenlistment in the military. In addition, Adventure bay is actually very picky with their members. They must have been in the military for at least ten years, served in some form of advanced combat training; with the exception of a single civilian member in each team; and, lastly, has to meet a requirement. Each team is known for each member having accomplished something specific. Here's an example. Echo Team. Echo team is called the Squad of Ornate Warriors. And here's why. Each one of those guys has at least received ten medals or accommodations and, and I mean and, has received the bare minimum of a silver star. You heard me right, those guys are all Silver Star recipients or at the least. In fact, their Squad leader, Captain Loup Roberts, is actually a Medal of Honor recipient. The room gets awfully quiet when he walks in. Uh, I'm getting off track. Well, know you know all that, what were we talking about?"

Skye snickered and pointed at the rifle in his hands. "The AR-15, we were talking about the AR-15."

"Oh, right, so we give this to our point man. Then I went off on the SWAT and stuff. Okay, so what I was going to talk about was the structure. We actually use tactical columns like they do. So, let's get…five people." Chase counted them off then started lining them up. "Okay, so this guy up here, what's your name?"

"Kevin."

"Kevin. Keven, you are the point man. Basically that means is you are the guy who gets shot first when we go in. Sometimes you are the guy holding the shield, but that's only during active shooter. We usually use AR-15s for breach and clear. But Keven is the point man. Next is the second man. Name?

"Peter."

"Peter, strong name. You always follow this guy and you get an AR-15 as well cool right?" The child nodded and smiled really big. "In the middle…"

"Mimi."

"Mimi, that's nice. you are the medic. You may or may not actually be in this line. But usually you are hear because if someone gets hit in the front you can reach them, if someone gets hit in the back, you can reach them. and it's easy. Because it's equal distance on both sides. Sorry, but you get a USP. Unless you're my brother Benton, who sneaks his 500 magnum in action every time. We're a small force so there's actually no doctrine against it. But that's him. Next guy, what's your name?"

"Byron."

"Byron, I knew a Byron once. He was a great guy. Your infantry too. You just follow medic and we'd give you an MP5. Last guy, or Gal. Name?"

"Sarah."

"Sarah, very pretty. Okay, Sarah, guess what?" Chase leaned down to her level.

"What?" She asked excitedly.

Chase pulled a sledgehammer from the wall and handed it to her. "You're the breacher. Good luck."

The little girl tried to pick it up but she could barely get the head four inches from the ground. She continued to struggle when Chase finally finished laughing and took it back. "I'm kidding, but you really would be the breacher. Fact is, we'd actually have…Kevin here, who was point man, be the breacher because he's the beefiest guy. The breacher usually takes the back of the formation. There are several ways we could do that. There's using your common breach charge, sledge hammer, kicking down the door, or using a batter ram. It gives us all the same effect: the door opens. After that he or she will cover from the rear, then enter the door last. In a four-man team, we'd actually have a point man, two infantry with different skills, and a breacher with a light machine gun. But the firearms change and very. We don't have an LMG in our armory. And we won't get one with the recent stunt we did with something heavy. We lost that privilege too. But that's what a team basically looks like. Round of applause for our brave volunteers, be sure to thank them for their service.' The children laughed and clapped for the five children. Chase put the guns up then pulled a shield from its rack. "Alright, last of two things we will cover. I'm fixed on time so I can't show you everything. Ballistic shield. This baby is touch but cheap. It can stop a lot of small arms fire but once we start talking about fifty call or something this shield might as well not be here because that'll tear right through. We use this during active shooter or take downs. Mostly takedowns nowadays because active shooter has become very rare lately. Anyone play Rainbow Six?"

A few hands shot up. Chase laughed then shouted, "Nerds! Yeah it's not too bad, a whole lot more realistic than COD, but a whole lot more frustratingly unrealistic too. I'll try not to talk about it. So, you, my man. You said you played?"

The kid nodded. "Uh huh."

"Who's your favorite in Siege?" Chase said putting the shield back.

The kids waited then replied, "Sledge."

Chase nodded. "Okay, I see you. I see you. You like beating walls open, am I right?" The kid nodded and smiled.

"Well, my favorite is would have to be Blitz. Because his ability…is a bit more realistic." Chase pulled another ballistic shield with what looked like flashes on either side of the peaking window. It was a perfect rectangle but only covered the upper body. "The size of his shield is a bit less so, though. This is used for the same reason as the other but this one is for get in and disabling fast. Like, we have three seconds, fast. I like flashing people with it. it's satisfying to see them just stop and hit the ground. But that's just me. That's all I can cover. It was a pleasure, does anyone have any questions? No? that's because I don't have the time, I accidently used it all on bunny trails and stuff, but maybe later I can if you guys have a chance. I think Peirce is on the range about ready to show you how these babies shoot. So, if you would just put on your ear protection…and then slide on out. Have a good rest of the day kids!"

The children waved and said there good byes and Chase gave a sigh. Skye winked at him and mouthed a compliment then guided them into the next room. Ryder pat his shoulder. "Good job, Roberts. A little past your time limit though."

"I know, that's why I started rushing and didn't get into the flashbangs and stuff. I at least had to show them the shields."

"Yeah, well, it was a good presentation. Ty might have to rush, or they won't make lunch in time. Not that they mind. But they still need to see the offices."

"They don't care, they saw the guns and are about to hear them right now." As if on cue, Chase and Ryder heard the Remington go off and the kids wow. Chase chuckled. "That's nothing compared to firing some of the things I used to shoot."

Ryder nodded and stared at the door. "Yeah…me too."

Chase and Ryder stood there quietly. Something was on Ryder's mind. "You alright?"

Ryder inhaled slowly and replied, "I'm good. I'm just…thinking. Time's running short, you know?"

"You're talking about Project Area Warfare, aren't you?" Chase asked.

Ryder looked up at him. "First I heard it called that."

Chase chuckled again. "Yeah the 'Peace and War Patrol' was for the public, should they find out. It's called top secret for a reason, Ryder."

"Regardless," Ryder sighed, "How the hell are we going to pull this off?"

"The way we always do, boss," Chase smirked, "We relate to the situation. If anyone can do it…it's us."

"And the others? Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo; Foxtrot? What the hell are they going to do?" Ryder asked. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as a few rounds went off.

"Ah, the MP5. An excellent next choice," Chase jested. Ryder scoffed and shook his head. "They'll be fine, Ryder."

"And their families will understand? Our families? Rubble has two sons; Rocky has triplets! Do they just rely on the government to take care of them?"

Chase scratched his head. "I'll be honest, Ryder, I don't know. But if everything works out, they'll return home as heroes."

Ryder looked down. "No, not this time. This isn't deployment, Chase. This time…the hero has to die."

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Hm… you know? I realized how poorly funded the PAWS is. If this was realistic, the PAWS would disband in another year or so…I should have thought this through…