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[thatkid]

Shoot a pm reminder out?

[Tiruin]

((Erp, forgot to press the post button...))

Ceilen leaned against one of the many ornate chairs while listening to the tale, she rubbed the headrest of the chair in thought, musing over to herself the repercussions of their act. "So in short, our mission is to sabotage this shipment and make sure that most innocents won't hear word nor tell of this effort? Alright, I'm interested in it." She straightened up. "I'd bet this is on the field training if any one of us messes up right? Hm, danger and peril..."

Head to the dossiers

[TCM]

((Not really sure if she needs to do anything here. Just have Alexandra going along with everyone.))

[kisame12794]

Is there a waitlist? Is this even alive?

[Riccto]

((Hmm. I guess I could revive this.))

[TCM]

((Hmm. I guess I could revive this.))

I'm still here.

[thatkid]

still around, cap'n

[mcclay]

herp derp

[Tiruin]

I wonder what are in those dossiers?

((I've been staring at them for a long time now :p Still here.))

[Riccto]

Is there a waitlist? Is this even alive?

Yes.
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Revived.
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The Dossiers add the following information to what Vic had already given you.

Huctree's brigade is estimated to be 50 men strong normally but depending  on the circumstances and if things slip the wrong way it could explode into almost 200, enough to be a decent annoyance to mention the smuggling issue. They have been stated to be primarily made up of inhabitants of the mining town of Rus, who mainly export iron ore and coal for the war effort. Their leader is a ex-soldier name Albert Huctree. A Valian native he had served in joint operations conflicts with Ragynll forces in the past during the Giant Wars. He like he was betraying his Ragynll brothers when the war broke out, He wants a united nation and he feels like the Valian goverment isnt conducive to that goal, So the Ragynillan Intelligence Service has stepped in to offer training and equipment for Huctree's forces.

The shipment is said to arrive by truck in about three weeks. Our sources say  that they would pass through the well-forested hills to the north of Rus, only thirty miles from the front there is a serious threat of moving some serious hardware. We already suspect that that there are some RIS consultants in the brigade that could work some pretty nasty stuff with a decent sized force at their disposal. The shipment is not a formal Ragynll drop but instead the RIS has worked with a group of smugglers to move their gear for them. This group is unidentified but has been suspected to have been moving counterband across the line for a few weeks now, everything from guns to coffeepots. A rather experienced and opportunistic group.

This drop is assumed to be surplus Ragynillian arms and explosives, enough to arm a few guerrilla cells for a few weeks. a few mortars and recoilless rifles possibly. At worse a handful of combat walkers with anti-armor capabilities along with a APC.

Money is no issue. Contact command for any requisition issues.

[thatkid]

"Alrigh'," Erist muttered, stroking his beard and puffing on his cigar. "'ere's wha' I think we should do. Les' try an' intercept tha shipment. Then we get a free pass int' their base, an' we slaughter 'em from there, yeah?"

[Tiruin]

Ceilen reread the dossiers, making sure nothing escaped her eye before turning to the rest gathered before her, keeping in mind what Erist had said.

"Subtlety. I approve of that. Frontal combat is not my forte, as is cold blooded murder. A simple plan wouldn't be the bane of any of us, given the situation."

[Riccto]

(Bump.)