0600 HRS, Basa Air Base.
The team were preparing for their operation as they checked their gears and weapons.
Rifles were laid out on tables, bolts pulled back and inspected. Magazines were counted and rechecked. Plate carriers were adjusted, straps tightened, radios clipped into place. The sound of metal clicking and fabric shifting filled the air in a steady rhythm.
No one rushed.
No one talked more than needed.
Each man focused on his own kit.
Ryan stood a few meters away, watching them.
Arms crossed.
Eyes moving from one operator to another.
He wasn't looking for mistakes.
He was looking for hesitation.
There was none.
Adrian stood beside him, quiet, observing the same thing.
"They look ready," Adrian said.
Ryan gave a small nod.
"They are," he replied. "At this point, it's not about gear anymore. It's about how they move once we're out there."
Adrian didn't respond.
He understood that.
Ryan shifted slightly, then turned.
"Let's check the aircraft," he said.
