Imran les regardait descendre, déjà un sourire sur son visage, alors qu'il regardait l'Osprey toucher vers le bas, roulant sur la voie de circulation. alors qu'il regardait la rampe à l'arrière s'ouvrir.
"C'est bon de vous voir, bienvenue sur l'île de Bouvet. L'île la plus éloignée de la planète." Il a simplement dit, en regardant les deux hommes émerger, l'un portant un ensemble assez modéré d'armure moyenne, wheras autre vient de porter une chemise et un pantalon, et regardait... différent. Il avait l'air normal, mais quelque chose pour Imran a suggéré qu'il avait quelque chose en lui, quelque chose pour Imran. Ce n'était pas normal.
"De toute façon, j'entends de bonnes choses, surtout de vous, Spectre. Nous allons devoir vous installer dans l'endroit, l'équipe est partout. Mais il y a des quartiers pour vous, et l'entraînement commence dans trois heures. Son nom est Imran Malik, ou Raven. Souviens-toi de ça." Imran a dit, comme il a regardé par-dessus.
"Nous sommes des gens sympas. Mais pensez que c'est un palais du parti, vous décidez de menacer un de mes hommes, vous n'aurez pas le temps de penser aux conséquences. Je garde un œil sévère sur les nouveaux candidats. Celui qui a tendance à choisir le plus faible rapide. Les guerriers les plus durs et les plus forts survivent ici. Et mon travail, c'est de s'assurer que vous A), touchez cette catégorie, et B), Maintenez-le. Ne te vois pas non plus, tu t'envoles, et tu retournes à tout ce dont tu es venu. Mais je garde quelques détails près, ceux que vous n'aimeriez pas connaître sur ce processus." Imran a dit froidement dans son rude accent anglo-pakistanais qui sonnait posher que n'importe quel, comme il a regardé sur l'Osprey, planant sur une position différente, où il se dirigeait vers le carburant et amener l'équipage sur le tarmac.
"Suivez-moi, messieurs. Vous serez réglé à temps. Mais tu seras forgé dans le feu. Nous testons les gens différemment. Physiquement, mentalement et psychologiquement, vous passez, et vous passez par toutes les exigences que nous vous demandons. Sauf un. Le test Scimitar." Imran m'a dit de ricaner.
"Le putain de test de Scimitar. Il a un taux de survie de 70 pour cent, et à partir de cela, seulement vingt pour cent passent par. 20 pour cent. Tu sais combien c'est?" Imran a ajouté, en regardant par-dessus.
"Nous avons pris 30 personnes l'an dernier. 30% sont malheureusement morts de ce groupe, donc vous savez, neuf personnes ont dû être enterrées dans la glace et rester MIA. Les deux géants, les gens aussi élevés, les gens comme vous. Puis vingt pour cent, six... six putains de gens, en un an, sont passés. De ceux-là, je choisirai qui passe, et qui revient sur la base de tout autre jugement. Ne vous y trompez pas, vous avez un problème avec le système, vous pouvez demander à n'importe qui dans ce bunker... ou à quiconque vous regarde de près ou de loin, que c'est un assez bon système pour vraiment désherber les gens. Et non, ne pensez à rien de conventionnel." Il a ajouté, alors qu'ils se dirigeaient vers le bunker, un ascenseur disponible, tandis qu'ils se dirigeaient vers lui. Un ensemble d'escaliers est descendu, mais l'ascenseur serait plus pratique, pour arriver aux quartiers souterrains.
"J'aime entrer dans le gritty nitty, pour vous faire prendre conscience de ce qui vient. Mais je ne donnerai pas tout, c'est dur. Il vous poussera au-delà des limites physiques et mentales, et vous brisera en un million de morceaux, avant de demander ce qu'il vous reste à balayer les morceaux. » Il a ajouté, comme l'ascenseur les a descendus.
« Le vide inattendu, la confusion totale et le manque d'orientation, c'est ce qui tue les gens. Je vais vous donner ce conseil. Vous ne serez pas dans une réalité pour laquelle vous seriez peut-être entraîné opérationnellement. Et si tu me dis que tu es le meilleur soldat, l'ultime. Vous ne pouvez pas passer. Ceux qui le font, ont une façon de penser très différente. Une façon de penser qui correspond à celle de Scimitar." Il ajouta, à mesure qu'ils arrivaient au niveau des quartiers, que la cage s'ouvrait.
"Le vôtre est à la fin Spectre, et Iceman, le vôtre est à sa droite. Nombres dix et onze. Ce sont des os nus vides, mais faites comme chez vous et ajoutez ce que vous voulez. Vous serez amené à l'épreuve à temps. Vous avez l'air sympa, alors essayez de ne pas mourir. Je ne peux pas épargner la paperasse. Amusez-vous bien." Imran a dit, en rentrant dans l'ascenseur, comme il regardait en arrière.
"Une dernière chose. Si vous décidez que ce n'est pas pour vous, c'est votre chance. Nous allons vous remettre sur l'Osprey, vous emmener au Cap, et vous serez de retour en Afghanistan en un rien de temps. Avec quelques changements, bien sûr, qui viennent avec le processus d'être ici non autorisé et hors de Scimitar. Vous comprenez?" Il a dit, regardant avec un regard d'acier, dans leurs deux yeux.
Svetlana a donné un dernier représentant dur, tombant au sol dur, alors qu'elle se tenait debout. Elle s'est interrogée sur Bjorn- depuis l'opération, il avait été plutôt calme, voulant juste aller dans sa chambre pour réfléchir. Donc, même si Svetlana n'a pas vraiment pensé développé aux hommes, au moins parler en tant qu'ami le ferait sortir de lui. Ce n'était pas juste. En marchant dans sa chambre, il l'a vu là-bas, il s'est penché sur son lit, juste un peu plus bas. Elle a fermé la porte, la lumière à l'intérieur, une fenêtre dans le béton affichant en fait la glace neigeuse à l'extérieur, bien que ce n'était qu'un flux vidéo, pour simuler une vue sur le glacier. La porte scellée était insonorisée, dans une certaine mesure, et ne pouvait être ouverte que par Imran, ou Bjorn. Cependant, le fait qu'il l'ait laissée ouverte l'avait laissée entrer.
"Hé." Elle a dit, regardant par-dessus, se penchant déjà contre le mur, regardant à l'intérieur, à ses affaires en général, et le Suédois sur le lit.
"Tu ressembles à de la merde, pour être juste." Svetlana a dit, sachant que Bjorn a été augmentée en sa présence, mais elle voulait juste parler, pour l'instant au moins.
Name; Antoine Jacqueline Marcel
Age: 27
Apperance: At 5"10, Antoine is easily taller than the average female. Her skin is kissed by the sun, tan and healthy from plenty of time spent outdoors sneaking around. She doesn't have an ounce of un-necessary body fat, with the notable exception of her breasts, and has lean, athletic muscle all over her body. Her eyes are a soft, dark blue, like the deepest waters of the ocean. Her straight, dark black hair is cut short, only going to the middle of her neck, though her bangs droop to her eyebrows. When she isn't in her skintight infiltration suit, she wears a surprising ensemble. With a French Army jacket worn over a dark blue tanktop that matchs her eyes, a pair of cargo pants and combat boots, she certainly doesn't look feminine when in her casual clothing
Callsign: Bluebird

-Trained in extensive Krav Maga, and is as stealthy as they get. She can crawl in any vent, any ditch, being a veteran infiltrator and silent in most cases. Makes Ninjas look crap at their job.
-She is also ridiculously good at Parkour- she moves fluidly, and is the fastest of the team. She can combine it well, and go into the highest-security compound like it's nothing, with speed and stealth. She is a heavily skilled gymnast and acrobat, able to twist and bend through many things.
-Expert in using Wingsuits and Aerial Insertions. She can fly like a bird practically, give her the thermals and she can get in anywhere.
-Antoine is deadly accurate with her weapons at short and medium ranges, chances are if it's anywhere within 200 yards of her, she can land pinpoint shots with her fire. She can throw knives with the same pinpoint accuracy, as an extension of her skill with the silent kill
-As an extension of her stealth skills, Antoine knows how to read practically any crowd and blend in with it. She can be part of an angry mob one moment and flawlessly incorporate herself into a group of aristocrats the next.
-Antoine is a master of concealment, both of herself and items. She can hide weapons, explosives, money, anything so that no security search will find it without searching every single possible location, and sometimes not even then.

History: Antoine grew up in Switzerland, the land of neutrality. Her father was a politician and her mother the owner of one of the infamous Swiss banks. However, the pair were so stressed by their particular jobs that neither of them really did much to raise their daughter. Instead, the girl grew up learning to be a wallflower, listening to her parents and other adults so she knew when they would be home.
In elementary school, Antoine was incredibly fascinated with the birds. She was so curious about how it felt to fly that she'd sometimes try it, jumping from a swing at it's highest point. A bunch of kids would laugh at her, but that didn't matter, all she needed was herself and the birds. Antoine became even better at hiding herself then, frequently slinking away to quietly watch the other kids play. It was in elementary school that she began her lifelong training with Gymnastics and Acrobatics, enjoying both sports.
In Middle School, Antoine discovered her sexuality a tad too early. She quickly developed a crush on an older school girl, and struggled with whether or not to confess. When she finally did, she was turned down and retreated further into stealth, and then began to train in Krav Maga under a tutor, hired with her mothers money. She also joined her school's Distance Running team, where she quickly began to become one of the better runners. Antoine was becoming more and more of a tomboy as she grew older, however she had no idea where that would lead her.
In High School, she was known as a quiet, smart girl. She'd taken to wearing fake glasses to fit the sterotype many had placed on her. She became an expert at blending into crowds, and passed through highschool almost entirely un-noticed. She graduated at the top of her class, and seemed destined to go to any college she wanted, however she had other plans.
Being a rebellious teenager, one night she ran away from home and immediately made for the French border. The young athlete was already at a vulnerable point in the French border by the time her dissapearance was noticed. She slipped through and made her way to Paris, where she debated what to do next. Her original plan was to try to get into some French College after getting a job and apartment, but suddenly that didn't seem like such a good idea. Instead, she found herself joining the French Foreign Legion, growing even stronger from their immense training.
Her stealth capability and immense work ethic was immediately noticed, so she was sent to begin training for a role in a special forces team. When they got to Airborne training, Antoine seemed to take to the skies as easily as the birds she'd once watched. WIth a parachute she was a natural, with her instincts meshing with her training to produce perfect landings each time. In wing-suit training, her instructors were surprised when she was out flying them, fluttering about and landing like a bird.
She was soon deployed into the field, where she was trained in yet another useful talent by a squad-mate. Parkour, the art of free-running, didn't seem like a useful military skill to Antoine, but she learned it anyway. She soon found, however, that combined with her acrobatics and natural talent for stealth, she was able to use it to get past practically any obstacle without firing a shot.
Antoine soon became one of the most requested stealth operatives in the French Military, and she declined multiple offers to join the GIGN. When her term with the Legion was up, she entered civilian life with no real idea what to do. Her service had rewarded her with French citizenship, and she had plenty of money, however she found that mercenary work was very lucrative. She became a private contractor and made thousands upon thousands, gaining the nickname "Whisper" for the ease with which she infiltrated. For her, having guns was practically a formality, as she was never discovered.
It was after a particularly hard job, an assassination, that she was recruited by Scimitar. She'd just killed a warlord in southern Afghanistan, when she noticed she was being followed in an airport. Needless to say, the man following her woke up, very confused, in an apartment near the airport with the smell of chloroform clinging to a nearby rag.
He'd never even noticed the very woman he was following had slipped behind him. With a P226 to his head, he'd hurriedly supplied his job offer. After several tense moments, Antoine had agreed and released the man, who arranged transport for her to Scimitar's HQ.
Personality: Antoine is very confident in her own abilities, though not so much so as to dive into situations she can't handle. She is quiet and shy around most people, owing to her childhood. If she feels very comfortable with the people she is with, she can be very outgoing. When on an operation, her confidence shines through and she cracks more jokes, even seeming to enjoy herself when she ghosts through without ever being seen.


Minus all the armor plating, it's just a skin-tight suit fitted with tactical webbing that she uses to hold her ammunition and gear

Weapons: MP5SD6, Sig Sauer P226 w/Silencer
Equipment: Gryphon Wing-suit, 6x Custom Throwing Knives, C4 Charges and Detonator, Tactical Goggles with NV, Infared, Ultraviolet and EM Vision settings
Hobbies: Skydiving, BASE jumping, Wingsuiting, Private Mercenary Work, Gymnastics/Acrobatics, Freerunning, Loves Video Games