Interpol Branch Office, Brussels Arcology, Europe
After a few confused minutes of trying to translate French signs into English, Ngao finally made it to the branch office, the reception room was chaotic, with five different languages bouncing off the walls as various armed and armored officers left one room and walked deeper into the office. One of the last to leave was a shorter blonde woman, her hair tied back into a ponytail and a pistol on her hip. Seeing the Chongwu, she walked over and asked, "Are you Private Agrinya?"
Ngao took his time with dealing with the chaotic nature of this branch office. Apart of it made him excited, as he'd reach this point at being accepted, at least to a degree. On the other hand it was equal parts anxious, as this was something new being affiliated with law enforcement and not in some unofficial way either. He waited with silence taking a look at his surroundings until he was approached. An immediate and still stance came over him, as he brought his hand upwards to his head in a salute. "Ma'am Private Agrinya. I hope to be of us--assistance to the Interpol agency to the best of my ability."
"Glad to have you, I'm Captain Beatrix Simmons," she replied, returning the salute before sighing. "Sorry to rush you, but we're already late getting to a raid and you missed the briefing. You ready for the short version while we get you equipped?"
"Glad to meet you Captain Simmons--wait I missed the briefing? I apologize for the tardiness. I was trying to understand the paperwork on my own and double checking. It took more time than I thought. Anyway I'm ready for the short version, I'd prefer the long version but I missed that." Finally he dropped his stance and prepared to follow alongside Captain Simmons. "Also no need for the apologies on rushing me Captain. I only hope to prove equal to the task in this raid and keeping as many people as I can safe."
"Alright then," she said with a smile, before heading into the back of the office, past a set of cubicals and into an armory. "Pick out your size of body armor and what firearms you want to use, we'll get the rest of your uniform sorted out later."
He gave an affimative nod to her and looked into the armory, which he seemed all too familiar with looking into. An idea was already formed in his mind of what he would need, which he pursued the correct size of body armor he needed. His frame betrayed the stereotype of the animal he was based on. African Spotted Dogs were more lithe and slender while his frame was far more bulky in comparison. Once the body armor was chosen? He looked over at the firearms selection they contained, which he picked out a pistol and a submachine gun. Along with those choices? He would choose a ballistic shield to accompany his loadout. Once he was finished? He would make his way back out to receive the short briefing of the situation.
"Our target is a bunch of drug runners picking up their latest shipment of blank-peace at an old factory in the ruins of Antwerp," she started, looking him over approvingly. "Priorties are first to get out alive, detain the supplier, grab the drugs, then detain the runners, in that order. There's always going to be some kids who don't have a better option to run the drugs, focus on the supplier and his security. We got an undercover agent in with them, so we're hoping a strong showing of force will be all that's needed to wrap things up peacefully, but be ready for a fight regardless."
"Seeing that you took my old loadout," the Captain said, chuckling as she went into the armory herself. "Think I'll go for a submachine gun and some grenades. Oh," she added, holding a headset while putting on her own, "Put this on as well. Will hook you into the drones and other sensors from the team. Donations from CW military, so make sure they're set to English when you put them on."
Ngao listened to her short briefing trying to take in all of the details mentioned and trying to see if there was any suggestions he could make or perhaps any details that might need clarification. It was a habit in his old line of work, but one that may need fixing possibly depending on the situations that may arise. "Apologies taking your old loadout Captain, it's just a loadout that fits more of the work I used to do." He would look over at the headset and point at his head, which his ears were kind of long at least for traditional headsets. Worse they were upright and pointed unlike a good number of canines whose ears drooped down. "...I hate to ask, but were those headsets made to fit my ears? I can fit them, but it might be a little awkward. Unless they fit from the side maybe?"
"Damn it," she said as she shook her head. "Sorry, wasn't thinking. And all the correct headsets were taken by other Chongwu officers. Hold on." With that she went back, going through some boxes before coming up with a pair of earbuds. "We can at least keep you tapped into radio," she said, blowing off dust and pulling out the rubbing alcohol. "You'd think we'd keep extras around, but apparently not. And yeah, don't worry about the loadout bit. My superiors wouldn't be happy if I was the one holding the shield these days anyway. And I still feel naked without a full medbag on my back."
After a quick cleaning, she handed the earbuds to Ngao. "Check to see if these fit," she said. "We'll order a proper headset when we get back."
"No it's fine most of these headsets were made for shorter hair and smaller ears at least in comparison to ones like mine. Also yes I do have a difficult time getting them through the doors depending on the size of the doorframe. A small joke that is fine I hope Captain. Anyway these will work, but they will give me only access to the radio correct? I can work with that, but I do have a question concerning the briefing what do we know about the drug runners? The weapons they carry at times? It's an odd question, but I do know some groups carry and use particular weapons as apart of their...Identity so to speak."
Ngao will receive the earbuds in his hand and look at them with careful precision before slipping them into his ears. It may have seemed strange, but he moved his head a little and wiggled the earbuds in his ears. Until they fit in well. "Now it has a good fit Captain."
"Call me Bee, old callsign," she said, a small smile coming as she stared off, before shaking her head. "Anyway, yeah, the lower rungs might have pistol or a knife to their name, but that's usually it. The supplier will be better armed, potentially with old American weapons and drones. Our source wasn't certain about that," she continued, motioning to the Private to follow her as they headed into the garage, "but it'd fit the pattern we've seen with criminal elements grabbing AU miitary surplus from them getting rid of anything that'd been manufactured by the MA. Not everything was melted down, sadly."
"...Do I go with Captain Bee or just Bee?" He couldn't help but chuckling at that as he followed the Captain to the garage, all the while listening to the answers to his question. Old American weapons he'd be lying to anyone if he mentioned he had never dealt with them before, but drones? That could have potential to be dangerous. "These drones are they armed or are they drones with camera assets primarily for scouting and reconnaissance? Also before we leave the armory are we to go in with just purely lethal force or are we allowed possibly non-lethal means?"
"Just Bee," she replied with a snort, before patting the grenades on her vest. "I've got rubber ball grenades, some of the other people have tasers, we have that part covered. But the drones are the biggest variable. We have verified some smaller quadcopter drones, which are more for recon than anything. Though the AU Senate might think otherwise. But we have unverified reports of 'Cupcake' drones being utilized, so we need to be ready to take more of a lethal response if necessary."
"Good I'm glad to hear we have non-lethal options, but it's starting to worry me that they have 'Cupcake' drones for use. Do we have countermeasures against them? Strong EMP measures perhaps? Though that could affect those with cybernetics and mess with our communications...If not? We'll have to be careful I imagine and prepare our lethal response, responsibly, strange to use both of those words at the same time. Also strange question to ask right now, but do I have a callsign? If so was it chosen or do I get to choose?"
"Either you do well enough to pick your own callsign or you do something silly and memorable enough to make that your callsign," Bee said, waving Ngao into the back of a van, with a couple of other agents. "One sec," she said, before tapping her headset as she closed the door. "Alright, got the new guy, let's get this show on the road."
"Roger that, Captain," said another voice, before the van started forward.
Ngao will have nodded in affirmation at her answer of the callsign, which got him to thinking. He will have shaken his head however, as that type of thinking didn't apply to Interpol. If he was noticed? He was noticed and if not? Long as his job was done and it was done well with hopefully little to any teammate injuries. Soon he sat down in the back of van taking a small glance at the others in the van and double checking the earbuds, with a few taps here and there on his ears. "Ready and able Captain."
"Anyway," Bee said, sitting across from the Private as the convoy pulled out of the garage, "We don't have specific anti-robot weapons, but our small arms should be able to take care of anything short of a 'Cupcake'. And if we run into that," she continued, pulling out a drawer below the bench and revealing a grenade launcher with small rocket grenades, "We have some heavier stuff in here."
After a few confused minutes of trying to translate French signs into English, Ngao finally made it to the branch office, the reception room was chaotic, with five different languages bouncing off the walls as various armed and armored officers left one room and walked deeper into the office. One of the last to leave was a shorter blonde woman, her hair tied back into a ponytail and a pistol on her hip. Seeing the Chongwu, she walked over and asked, "Are you Private Agrinya?"
Ngao took his time with dealing with the chaotic nature of this branch office. Apart of it made him excited, as he'd reach this point at being accepted, at least to a degree. On the other hand it was equal parts anxious, as this was something new being affiliated with law enforcement and not in some unofficial way either. He waited with silence taking a look at his surroundings until he was approached. An immediate and still stance came over him, as he brought his hand upwards to his head in a salute. "Ma'am Private Agrinya. I hope to be of us--assistance to the Interpol agency to the best of my ability."
"Glad to have you, I'm Captain Beatrix Simmons," she replied, returning the salute before sighing. "Sorry to rush you, but we're already late getting to a raid and you missed the briefing. You ready for the short version while we get you equipped?"
"Glad to meet you Captain Simmons--wait I missed the briefing? I apologize for the tardiness. I was trying to understand the paperwork on my own and double checking. It took more time than I thought. Anyway I'm ready for the short version, I'd prefer the long version but I missed that." Finally he dropped his stance and prepared to follow alongside Captain Simmons. "Also no need for the apologies on rushing me Captain. I only hope to prove equal to the task in this raid and keeping as many people as I can safe."
"Alright then," she said with a smile, before heading into the back of the office, past a set of cubicals and into an armory. "Pick out your size of body armor and what firearms you want to use, we'll get the rest of your uniform sorted out later."
He gave an affimative nod to her and looked into the armory, which he seemed all too familiar with looking into. An idea was already formed in his mind of what he would need, which he pursued the correct size of body armor he needed. His frame betrayed the stereotype of the animal he was based on. African Spotted Dogs were more lithe and slender while his frame was far more bulky in comparison. Once the body armor was chosen? He looked over at the firearms selection they contained, which he picked out a pistol and a submachine gun. Along with those choices? He would choose a ballistic shield to accompany his loadout. Once he was finished? He would make his way back out to receive the short briefing of the situation.
"Our target is a bunch of drug runners picking up their latest shipment of blank-peace at an old factory in the ruins of Antwerp," she started, looking him over approvingly. "Priorties are first to get out alive, detain the supplier, grab the drugs, then detain the runners, in that order. There's always going to be some kids who don't have a better option to run the drugs, focus on the supplier and his security. We got an undercover agent in with them, so we're hoping a strong showing of force will be all that's needed to wrap things up peacefully, but be ready for a fight regardless."
"Seeing that you took my old loadout," the Captain said, chuckling as she went into the armory herself. "Think I'll go for a submachine gun and some grenades. Oh," she added, holding a headset while putting on her own, "Put this on as well. Will hook you into the drones and other sensors from the team. Donations from CW military, so make sure they're set to English when you put them on."
Ngao listened to her short briefing trying to take in all of the details mentioned and trying to see if there was any suggestions he could make or perhaps any details that might need clarification. It was a habit in his old line of work, but one that may need fixing possibly depending on the situations that may arise. "Apologies taking your old loadout Captain, it's just a loadout that fits more of the work I used to do." He would look over at the headset and point at his head, which his ears were kind of long at least for traditional headsets. Worse they were upright and pointed unlike a good number of canines whose ears drooped down. "...I hate to ask, but were those headsets made to fit my ears? I can fit them, but it might be a little awkward. Unless they fit from the side maybe?"
"Damn it," she said as she shook her head. "Sorry, wasn't thinking. And all the correct headsets were taken by other Chongwu officers. Hold on." With that she went back, going through some boxes before coming up with a pair of earbuds. "We can at least keep you tapped into radio," she said, blowing off dust and pulling out the rubbing alcohol. "You'd think we'd keep extras around, but apparently not. And yeah, don't worry about the loadout bit. My superiors wouldn't be happy if I was the one holding the shield these days anyway. And I still feel naked without a full medbag on my back."
After a quick cleaning, she handed the earbuds to Ngao. "Check to see if these fit," she said. "We'll order a proper headset when we get back."
"No it's fine most of these headsets were made for shorter hair and smaller ears at least in comparison to ones like mine. Also yes I do have a difficult time getting them through the doors depending on the size of the doorframe. A small joke that is fine I hope Captain. Anyway these will work, but they will give me only access to the radio correct? I can work with that, but I do have a question concerning the briefing what do we know about the drug runners? The weapons they carry at times? It's an odd question, but I do know some groups carry and use particular weapons as apart of their...Identity so to speak."
Ngao will receive the earbuds in his hand and look at them with careful precision before slipping them into his ears. It may have seemed strange, but he moved his head a little and wiggled the earbuds in his ears. Until they fit in well. "Now it has a good fit Captain."
"Call me Bee, old callsign," she said, a small smile coming as she stared off, before shaking her head. "Anyway, yeah, the lower rungs might have pistol or a knife to their name, but that's usually it. The supplier will be better armed, potentially with old American weapons and drones. Our source wasn't certain about that," she continued, motioning to the Private to follow her as they headed into the garage, "but it'd fit the pattern we've seen with criminal elements grabbing AU miitary surplus from them getting rid of anything that'd been manufactured by the MA. Not everything was melted down, sadly."
"...Do I go with Captain Bee or just Bee?" He couldn't help but chuckling at that as he followed the Captain to the garage, all the while listening to the answers to his question. Old American weapons he'd be lying to anyone if he mentioned he had never dealt with them before, but drones? That could have potential to be dangerous. "These drones are they armed or are they drones with camera assets primarily for scouting and reconnaissance? Also before we leave the armory are we to go in with just purely lethal force or are we allowed possibly non-lethal means?"
"Just Bee," she replied with a snort, before patting the grenades on her vest. "I've got rubber ball grenades, some of the other people have tasers, we have that part covered. But the drones are the biggest variable. We have verified some smaller quadcopter drones, which are more for recon than anything. Though the AU Senate might think otherwise. But we have unverified reports of 'Cupcake' drones being utilized, so we need to be ready to take more of a lethal response if necessary."
"Good I'm glad to hear we have non-lethal options, but it's starting to worry me that they have 'Cupcake' drones for use. Do we have countermeasures against them? Strong EMP measures perhaps? Though that could affect those with cybernetics and mess with our communications...If not? We'll have to be careful I imagine and prepare our lethal response, responsibly, strange to use both of those words at the same time. Also strange question to ask right now, but do I have a callsign? If so was it chosen or do I get to choose?"
"Either you do well enough to pick your own callsign or you do something silly and memorable enough to make that your callsign," Bee said, waving Ngao into the back of a van, with a couple of other agents. "One sec," she said, before tapping her headset as she closed the door. "Alright, got the new guy, let's get this show on the road."
"Roger that, Captain," said another voice, before the van started forward.
Ngao will have nodded in affirmation at her answer of the callsign, which got him to thinking. He will have shaken his head however, as that type of thinking didn't apply to Interpol. If he was noticed? He was noticed and if not? Long as his job was done and it was done well with hopefully little to any teammate injuries. Soon he sat down in the back of van taking a small glance at the others in the van and double checking the earbuds, with a few taps here and there on his ears. "Ready and able Captain."
"Anyway," Bee said, sitting across from the Private as the convoy pulled out of the garage, "We don't have specific anti-robot weapons, but our small arms should be able to take care of anything short of a 'Cupcake'. And if we run into that," she continued, pulling out a drawer below the bench and revealing a grenade launcher with small rocket grenades, "We have some heavier stuff in here."