*Tut* *tut* *tut* "Cunning bastards those Chinese can be, but I don't think they'd be stupid enough to come into this base" Harley said as he took the cigarette out of his mouth and balanced it in the end of his gun's barrel, something you would do if it was lit, but it wasn't. He stood up to go get a coffee, "I'm going to grab a coffee, anyone want me to get 'em a refill?

Jack's face also turned pale after hearing they did exsist.
"So that means there could be one in here now putting their sights on us?"

"Yes please" Alexander said to Harley.

Alexander then put his Bear cloak back on and started inspecting his weapons.

Todd looked at the kid, and at Alexander. His face was no longer a pale white, but a firery red. He pounded his fist onto the table, splintering it with his extra strength. He gritted his teeth, and breathed hard.

"Let me tell you something kid, when I see one of those [censored]s come in here, I'll give it to them solid." Todd raised his M14 again showing the kid what he meant. "Because the only thing that those Chinamen will be thinking to themselfs is 'I behelt a pale horse, and that who sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.' That's why I also colored my armour white." Todd silenced again, calming down a bit. He wanted to get some chinese. He wasn't going to let others take his place.

"I will be quiet now,Sir, Thank you for the help, sir." Jack said

Todd brushed his hair back, looking at the kid. He had obviously done something to make the kid think he was angry with him. But Todd wasn't angry, not at the kid at least, but at the chinese who started this war.

"No kid, its ok you ask these questions. Then when we go to the front, I won't be dragging your bloody ass from some Dragoon!" Todd said smiling at him. "Just watch yourself, an make sure your weapon doesn't jam on you, in the cold it can happen. Then your really in trouble."

OOC: Damn, I can not write worth [censored] today? Guess its cause its still the morning?

Harley walked over to grab him and Alexander some coffee. He grabbed two cups and filled them with coffee from the big coffee machine at the center of the food counter. he sipped his coffee down a bit before he started walking back, but spat it out as soon as it touched his lips. It was ice cold.

The coffee had to be heated up again, so Harley flicked the switch, tipped the cold coffees out and waited for the machine to heat up. Whilst looking over at the group sitting at the table, he wondered how long until they'd be heading out, and if there would be time later to expel a few hundred rounds at the range, which would only take a minute of course.

Mattias had been sitting with the bunch, eating quietly and listening to their stories, they all seemed to be getting along pretty well, that was good, so he decided to pipe in.

"Oh and my names Sgt. Mattias Canburry, born and raised in Wichita Kansas, I'm a mick but still a Kansas boy. I'm sniper support, and high priority target assassin, and I'm in your squad. Nice to meet you all." Mattias said while taking another sip of his ice cold cola. He took of his trench coat and laid it next to his bag of gear, picked up his rifle and set it on his lap. "Killed a few Reds just before you showed up."

"So, I guess y'all are the new guys. Welcome to Anchorage."

"Nice to meet you Mattias, I'm Sgt. Alexander Beria." Alexander said as he held his hand out to Mattias.

"We have a big sniper tradition back in Russia, I respect snipers and there ability to kill without a second thought. What's your headcount?"

Todd raised his mug to Mattias, and smiled, then stood up.

"Oh, I'm not new to Anchorage. I've been here since they first started the damn war. Its good to have a sniper." Todd said smiling and walked off to get some coffee. He stood waiting for the coffee to warm up, and then poured himself a cup.

Mattias shook Alexander's hand, and smiled, "Its good to meet a fellow sniper." Mattias was thinking of all the Reds he'd killed.

"My headcount so far? I'd say around 168, about 30 of those being high priority targets, I once spent a week in the snow to get the perfect shot at some sort of Colonel or whatever those blasted Red's ranks are. But I got him, right between the eyes." Mattias drank his cola, "And what about you, have you seen any action so far?"

Harley waited for a few minutes until the machine beeped, he filled the two mugs and then walked back to the table with his and Alexander's coffee.

"Here you go mate, sorry it took a while, damn army coffee machines 'ay" He put the coffee on the table and slid it over to Alexander.

"Ahh we have another one, G'day I'm Sergeant Harley Andrews, Machine Gunner'. He said as he sat down in his chair. He took a sip of his coffee and took the unlit cigarette out of his gun's barrel and back into his mouth.

Todd walked back over with his cup of coffee, and sat where he was before. The splintered table was a little sunken in where his fist had struck it. He took a drink of coffee, and looked at the kid.

"Let's go see what you can hit?" Todd said standing up. "What do you say?"

Jack was a little surprised at the question
"Sure, I'd love to."

"Thanks for the coffee" Alexander said to Harley.

Alexander then turned to Mattias and said " Actually i'm not a sniper, i'm Spetsnaz from Russia. I volunteered to come over and help the fight. I haven't action here in Alaska but I have fought in the border war between the USSR and China." Alexander said to Mattias.

Todd smiled, and walked out to the firing range with the kid. He didn't want to see the kid get shot on his first mission, like he had seen so many others during his first days of the war. The only thing holding Todd together, was the thought of seeing his wife and kid again.

They found the range, and Todd stood in one of the firing booths.

"O.K. kid, this is how its done." Todd grabbed his pistol, and fired three rounds into the center mass of the target. He smiled, and looked at the kid. "O.K., now your try!"

Jack took aim, and fired five shots into the target, Three were to the edge and two went to the middle.

Todd smiled, and showed the kid how to stand while firing. His footing and arms were stiff, holding the pistol firm.

"Stand and hold your gun like this, your shots will be where you aim if you hold firm. Don't think, unless they're a few feet away. Unless its a charge, then just unload into them." Todd said firing two rounds into the targets center mass once again. "Just like that!" Todd said letting the kid try again.

"Ah I see, I heard the fighting over there is brutal." Mattias took up his rifle and gear, put on his ski mask, helmet, goggles and covered himself with his trechcoat.

"What's say we head out to the range with the others, I'd like to see how an ex-Spetsnaz acts in action."

"Oh, okay."
He fired five more bullets this time four hit the relative middle, but one missed.

Todd smiled, looking at the kid.

"Better, I think you'll be able to handle yourself. But stay close to me just incase?" Todd said patting the kid on the shoulder. "Let's keep practicing, nothing else is happening?" Todd said taking the booth next to the kid.

"Sounds fun, I haven't fired a gun in 24 hours!" Alexander said with a smile

Alexander grabbed his guns and hatchet and walked to the range with Mattias. When they arrived Alexander immediately threw his hatchet at one of the targets and hit dead center.

"let's see you beat that" Alexander said with a wink to Mattias.

This is the type of situation Harley hated, when everyone hes with wants to do something, he either has to go with them, or stay on his own and look like a loner. Well there's nothing wrong with bearing a loner, but Harley already had wanted to throw at least one hundred round belt at the firing range.

"Ok let's go", he said as he stood up and grabbed a belt from his pack. He connected the box to the bottom of his Machine Gun and fed the end of the belt into the receiver and slapped the feed cover shut.

He picked up the gun and went with Alexander and Mattias.

OOC: Damn I missed alot!

IC: Pvt. Jonathan Hunt

Jonathan was relatively quiet most of the time but when everyone went on the shooting range he gladly wen't with them.

"Let's see what I can do!"

He pulled up his balaclava and raised his M-16 A4

"Here goes, I could of qualified as a marksman in basic but I went with medic."

He shot three rounds all hitting dead center.

"Not bad huh?"

He fired again this one hitting a little to the left.

"Eh whatever."

"Ah, stupid targets" Harley said to Jonathan as he set his gun up on the small table in the booth next to his. "I'm magic, I can make that there target, disappear" He said. And with a squeeze of the trigger, bullets started flying out the end of the barrel, empty bullet casings covered the floor. Within about ten seconds of firing, Harley stopped. The target was gone. He looked at the ground at the sea of shells, "Oh it looks like I made a bit of a mess" he said grinning, "I'll have to get an admin private to clean those up, haha" he laughed and watched Private Hunt shooting his target.