The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
They needed to talk. Well that was obvious, clearly things had changed somewhat with the Ranger being gone. They hadn't had a practice of meeting each other at the door with guns drawn, likely on them, but never drawn.
"I still love you, but being gone all the time can't happen. And there are other things."
A small smile crossed the Ranger's face, it was good to hear her say that she loved him. And he knew she was right, he couldn't be gone all the time anymore. It was unfair to her to say the least.
Lenna lowered the gun and the tension the Ranger had been holding in his shoulders eased. "An' I still love you." He then dropped the bag he'd been holding in his hand to the floor. "Let's sit down an' talk." He deposited the rest of his bags on the floor, he could deal with them later.
Posted by Ranger on Aug 11, 2014 12:36:52 GMT -6
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"Water closet has a window. I'll open the sauna door, you sweep?"
The Ranger nodded, "Copy that." Moving into position near the door he brought his gun to a compressed ready. Despite the increased volume of oxygen his power was availing to him the feelings of drowsiness were creeping upon him. He rolled his head and shifted his shoulders to help him stay awake.
They had to be fast or they'd end up like the others laying around the room asleep. "Open it."
When the door opened the Ranger stormed in, punching out his pistol as he crossed into the sauna. It wasn't large enough for normal room clearing procedure and only had one person on the far side singing. No longer muffled by the door the song hit the Ranger like a wall and it was all he could do to keep awake.
Shooting the singer would be an easy way to stop it, but the gunshot may start a panic with the arrived guests. No telling how well the walls of the sauna muffled noise. Not to mention the singer may be useful for information later.
The Ranger took a gamble. Hoping the mansion was large enough and had thick enough walls to muffle the noise he shot the singer in the leg. A scream of pain interrupting the singing.
Posted by Ranger on Jul 18, 2014 4:34:33 GMT -6
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The Ranger's eyebrows went up slightly at the wink. He gave her a smile back, "Here's hopin'." With that the Ranger turned and approached the groom's party. From what he understood there was no need to introduce himself to the man, all that would accomplish is give the man a chance to make life difficult.
Instead he just followed the party as they were ushered back inside and led to a room with pool tables and alcohol to wait for the wedding to start. There the Ranger stood by the door a keen eye out for danger and an ear on the occasional radio chatter. It wasn't much, just periodic updates on who was where, who had arrived, and updates on checks... Or it should have been. Noel's voice came over the radio, bridal suite drama. The Ranger didn't think much of it until shortly there after she spoke again. Mutant involvement. Not knowing if the other firm was just vanilla or not the Ranger elected to lend an assist.
This marriage was the glue for a lucrative business venture for his client, so not only was the groom's safety a priorty but there being a bride was important. The groom looked fine, just fooling around with his friends. The Ranger stepped out into the hall, there was security from the other firm standing outside the door. He met the guard's eyes and spoke over the radio, "On my way t' back ya up." He'd let his accent identify him, no need to waste words while everyone was trying to communicate at once. The guard nodded and his hand slid up subtly, ready to draw if somethign happned, as he opened the door and slid into the room with the groom's party.
Across the house the Ranger moved, the size a blessing and a curse. He could avoid congestion from people but had a large distance to cover. Thankfully he could move faster than any ordinary security guard. As he moved he dug in his jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of foam hearing protection. Likely wouldn't help to much against a sleep inducing song, but better than no protection and looked better than just sticking bullets in his ears like they used to do in his army days.
When the Ranger could hear singing he drew the Sig he carried on his right side and held it at a low ready. "Shut the gate. Don' let anyone leave."
Couldn't one job be easy. Just one.
The Ranger stepped into the room Noel was in. The singing hit like a physcial blow despite the foam ear plug on one side and radio on the other and with it came a wave of drowsiness. In response his power kicked in boosting his lungs' vital capacity allowing him to take in more oxygen to combat the sleepiness. "We gotta stop that singin'."
Cafas took point and the Ranger slung the package over his shoulder, only slightly worried about having a living nuke next to his head. He let Cafas take a slight lead before following up. No sense being right beneath him when he turned the tunnel into a study in how many decibels a skull could handle.
When the hatch blew the Ranger waited an extra second and started up. The concussive force of the blast traveling down to him was enough to bring about an instant headache but other than that he plowed through it, eventually emerging into the firefight. He'd heard Cafas yell down left in Russian so he slid out the package brought his submachine gun to bear on the left side of the tunnel.
The supressed fire of his PP-19 was met by the loud crack of unsurpressed fire from the Korean soldiers. The Ranger fired on the move as he drug the package behind cover. A metal drum that rang like bell from hell when shot. From there he could quickly eliminate targets as they presented themselves until only Cafas and he were left moving.
Again in Russian, Cafas asked 'garage?' His accent could use work, but at least on this side of the border it should work.
"да." The Ranger nodded, slug the package back over his shoulder and double timed down the tunnel until he could see a pair of 5 ton trucks. They looked like shoddy nock offs of the USMC M939s. 6 wheeled death traps for sure, but good enough for him. He tossed the package in the back and jumped into the cab. There he broke off part of the underside of the dash and set to hotwiring the vehicle. After a minute the engine turned over and they were moving.
"Keep your eyes peeled. This'll likely be one hell of a run to Russia." The Ranger through the big truck in gear and plowed through door hiding the tunnel from the outside. Now the fun part. Drving a stolen truck, with a stolen nuclear weapons secret, across hostile territory, to pose as another nations Tier-1 forces to get in before disapearing again. Simple... Better reload.
Posted by Ranger on Jul 15, 2014 5:22:25 GMT -6
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"Hey, Blackforest, take a seat. You're blocking the view."
Not exactly the first thing the Ranger thought he'd hear over the radio. His eyed were then drawn to a chair being kicked out by woman with impressivly long brunette hair. A raised eyebrow and then he went over to the chair and took a seat, resisting the urge to prop his boots up on the table as the meeting continued. He looked over at the woman sitting at the table with him inhaling a sandwich. Likely the woman assigned to the bride, aka the busiest person so far today.
The man who'd been speaking earlied continued. Laying out the last details of the plan for the day. The Ranger made mental notes of where security was being placed. For the most part it lined up with how he would position people and the only thing that seemed to be missing was someone on a rifle just in case. Perhaps the Ranger just prepares for far worse situations than most, even weddings.
Eventually the meeting was over and those gathered broke to go about their prescribed tasks. The woman offered her hand, "Noel. I'm on bride duty. You the groom guy?"
The Ranger reached out and shook her hand, "Michael, and yeah he's mine once he gets here, which should be..." He trailed off, the groom had arrived. He had made his way out onto the patio and was yelling something in Korean which prompted him and his groomsmen to laugh. A moment later a voice came over the radio.
"Guests are arriving, look alive people."
Standing up the Ranger subtly shifted a holster on his back with his elbow. His guns were in 3-point holsters and were in no danger of popping out, his holster for his tomahawk on the other hand was necessarily more loose. Knives are for children. "I hear the brides a runner an' the groom's a knucklehead. So at least it won't be borin'."
Posted by Ranger on Jul 9, 2014 4:27:07 GMT -6
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Back down the stairs and into the ostentatiatory, which looked even larger and more grand from the ground floor. Crossing to the doors to the back the Ranger had to dodge a small army of men and women darting this way and that carrying plates, utensils, and assorted other table accessories.
Before he could open the door the Ranger head his name and turned to see a man he recognized as one of his employers people. A tall Korean man with the type of build you would expect on the soldiers they place at the 38th parallel. The man's name escaped the Ranger so a head nod and, "Howdy," sufficed.
"Ah, yes. Howdy." The man began, with almost no hint of an accent, the greeting momentarily distracting him. "Mr. Hunter, the young groom will arrive soon. He has been told of your contracted services, he has never been one to make the job of his bodyguards easy. Not that it would be a problem for you, and hopefully not today especially." He checked his watch. "So much to do. Good-day Mr. Hunter." And he strode off drawing a phone from his breast pocket.
So Park Soo Nyoung is one of those rich kids. Fantastic.
The Ranger opened the door and stepped out onto the patio. As he approached the gathering of security he caught the tail end of some instructions regarding where some of them were to stand. Pretty standard stuff, openings and elevation. As he finished the speaker turned to the Ranger, "The father's guy?"
"Yeah, Michael Hunter from Blackforest."
"Right..."He gave the Ranger a once over before tossing him a radio and bluetooth earpiece, "We've got this covered, but since you're here we might as well work together."
The Ranger fixed the radio at his waist under his jacket and put put on the ear piece. The man had a much better reaction than most had when another contractor was brought in to do part of your job. "Works fer me."
Posted by Ranger on Jun 29, 2014 10:16:42 GMT -6
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The American residence of Lim Jang Hyun was a testament to unfathomable wealth of the man and his corporation. A modern Versailles it sat near the outskirts of the city, a stark contrast to the skyscrapers and concrete jungle with its wide structure and massive lawn.
The house was hardly visible to the Ranger as the gate closed behind him as he made his way down the drive in his Fordasaurus. A large, all black, Ford F650 that had been converted into mobile tactical staging platform. Its size made your average SUV look like a Smartcar, and with the addition of the diamond plated bumpers and grill guard it gave the appearance of an urban assault vehicle which based on what it carried wasn't far from the truth.
After 100-feet the driveway opened into a circle drive large enough to keep a normal sized home and lawn in the middle. The Ranger went right and about half way to the other side turned onto another drive which connected. This one led to a large garage on the side of the house used by the help, security, and all others not worthy of having their cars parked by valets in the other garage where Mr. Jang Hyun's cars were kept. When he reached the garage he pulled wheeled around and backed the monstrous vehicle up to the building, the Fordasaurus may have fit through the garage door but he didn't want to risk it.
He killed the ignition, checked his holsters, and climbed out of the vehicle. When on the ground the Ranger buttoned his suit jacket and made his way inside. He was dressed much fancier than he had in a very long time but there was a wedding there that day and the Ranger had been hired by the groom's father as security. He wasn't the only security, Mr. Jang Hyun as the father of the bride had hired another firm to work security, but Mr. Soo Nyoung wanted to have someone there who was on his payroll. As such he had contacted Blackforest Tactical, his idea being if a firm was used to handling security in active hot zones than it was who he needed and the Ranger needed a job to keep the lights on between his usual work.
The wedding was taking place in the garden and the reception would take place in the main hall and the porch it connected to out back. The Ranger made his way down a long hall toward the entryway. A large room with a hall leading off to opposite ends of the house, a pair of curved stairways leading up to a second floor landing, and a third path between the stairs. The thrid path had a small flight of stairs leading down half a floor and into the main hall. He made his way up one flight of stairs and looked over what could only be called an ostentatiatory. It was large and lavish, but both words were understatements. It was lit by a series of chandeliers the largest of which the Ranger wasn't sure how it was possible to hang from a ceiling. On the floor below there were tables placed in circles radiating out from a circular dance floor in the middle. Across the room from him was a large wall of windows allowing him to see even more tables set up outside on a tiered porch leading down into a garden that had chairs set up with a great tree where the couple would stand. It all seemed very western, possibly just another way to flaunt wealth.
It looked like several members of security were gathering on the porch, likely one last meeting before the guests arrived. The Ranger made his way down to join them.
The Ranger dropped the bulkhead he'd used as a shield. Smoothly he dropped the magazine from his PP-19 and slammed a new one into place. "It helps t' not think of them as people. It doesn't matter if your tango, enemy, target, hostile, or bad guy dies. Reconcile with your conscience after you're home safe." He looked up at Cafas, "And don't share that view with the shrinks."
"I've got detcord, but I'll let you blow it." Being inside a long tube stuck with the blast of detcord did not sound appealing or very survivable. He pulled out a flash bang and handed it to Cafas. "You're up first. Breach, flashbang, engage whichever direction has more hostiles. I'll follow and cover the other side. We need t' secure wheels fer a run t' the Russian border. Вы понимаете?"
The helical mag of the Ranger's PP-19 dropped, he slammed in another and worked the action just in time to raise in and drop another pair of guards. He then heard Cafas behind him, it was time to go.
Ranger took point and moved out into the hallway again. This time stealth was not an option, this time they'd be moving as violently through the facility as necessary. Or at least they would if any more soldiers showed up. It seemed they learned that they couldn't just throw bodies at the intruders to stop them they were likely setting up either a barrier or preparing or more skilled strike team.
When they reached the bulkhead leading out into the tunnel the Ranger slowly opened it but slammed it back just in time to avoid his head being ventilated. They'd formed up around 10 soldiers.
A look back at Cafas, "I got right, you get left." The Ranger then turned back around, wedged his arm between a few rods on the bulkhead and with a grunt broke the door free of its hinges. With his other arm he held the PP-19 to his shoulder.
He then stepped out into the tunnel, the bulkhead shielding him from hostiles on his left as he rotated counter-clockwise firing on targets as they became visible.
They stormed into the room and gave the scientists the closest they'd ever experience to riding out a tornado without cover. If was quickly obvious to the Ranger that Cafas had no idea how to clear a room after a door breach luckily it didn't matter as bullets just melted against him. The Ranger continued his approach as if Cafas wasn't there, it was essentially the same only there was a bullet magnet that occasionally shot someone. Identify heaviest side of room, turn that direction, head to corner shooting targets, turn and head to next corner shooting all targets, at corner turn and eliminate all targets from that quadrant.
The Ranger dropped a guard with a quick burst of fire to the man's chest just after Cafas dropped the one next to him as he approached his first turn. Another guard was dropped at the next, and three more as they stormed in through a door when he reached his final position. By this point the alarm had been raised.
Moving now to the center of the room Ranger surveyed the room. No more contacts. "I'll cover the entrances, see if ya' can get little boy over here free." He fired at another guard trying to come in. The guard saw Ranger in enough time to duck to the side in time. "Remember, get 'im out if we can. If not we make sure these fine folks can't utilize him further." The guard poked his gun around through the door and the Ranger put a bullet hright through his support hand.
Down the ladder they climbed until eventually they stepped off on the side of another tunnel a couple hundred feet down. The floor was just high enough to not duck... if you are a short underfed Korean soldier. The lighting was not enough to turn off the Ranger's power, but only just. Hopefully that meant this was a little used tunnel.
They would have to hurry. No telling how long until the guards out front were missed, but it likely wouldn't be too long. Down the corridor they went, as quickly as they could without making enough noise to draw someone's attention. It wasn't long before Ranger saw it, a bulkhead ahead that to his infrared vision glew brightly against the cool stone around it.
The Ranger gestured to Cafas to indicate it was his turn and stepped back, raising his gun as he watched back the way they'd come. All clear.
He turned back, lowering the gun, when he heard Cafas slump against the wall. A beat later Cafas gave Ranger the thumbs up and the Ranger nodded. Now was the time, Stealth was likely about to go out the window.
A deep breath as the door was opened. A tighter grip on his weapons grip and his muscles primed, ready to explode into motion.
The door opened, light flooded the tunnel they were in. The Ranger raised his weapon as he stepped into a very well lit hallway. Gone were the runway lights like a theater and the stone walls and floor. Now everything was white and smooth, bright fluorescent lights hummed away in the ceiling. Stripes were painted on the tile floor, obviously lines helping people to find where they're going. Red, blue, yellow, and black. The Ranger moved down the hallway, his gun at the ready. The whole place had a very sterile feeling, like a laboratory.
He followed the black line through the complex. Occasionally stopping and ducking into a room to let guards or researchers pass. Once he slipped into a room to find a scientist drinking some tea. The Ranger mumbled an apology as he quietly silenced the man and then restraining, gagging, and lifing a high security clearance badge off him before moving on. Eventually they reached another bulkhead. This one had blast resistant glass on either side offering a glimpse in.
A large chamber, wiring everywhere, machines humming away doing science, and the occasional Korean scientist moving around checking on this and toggling that. In the center of the room was a teenager with his hands and feet held fast. Other machines, with large panels resembling solar panels were, around him. Occasionally a small burst of faint light would come from a panel and the man's body reacted by mimicking the glow before erupting in a short burst of intense light, first yellow then blue.
Found him.
The Ranger raised the badge from the scientist and looked at Cafas. "Now the fun part." he swiped the badge and stormed into the room.
They made it up to the entrance unseen, the secrecy of the base made this fairly busy. No big spotlights. As they got closed it became more a game of moving when guards were turned and maneuvering as soundlessly as possible. Finally in position, practically on top of a pair of the guards, the Ranger gestured with his left arm indicating which targets Cafas was to drop and which he would.
He started a countdown, but at two returned his hand to the gun. On zero he fired. Four rounds, on in the head and one in the chest of two men. The Ranger's targets down he moved up to the corpses.
Quickly and efficiently he searched them for identification badges and other items to pass through any type of security. The bodies searched he drug his pair off to the side.Missing guards was curious, the bodies of dead guards was alarming.
Finally the Ranger approached a wall of dirt that at a distance looked real, but up close was clearly just camouflage, found a seam at the bottom and lifted. It was a metal hangar door, not large enough for a plane, but big enough for a large truck to pass through.
A quiet grunt as the Ranger's body exploded in size as his muscles grew in size and density to give him the strength to force this door open enough for them to slip in.
Inside was a long tunnel, with a paved road on the floor and smooth arched ceiling. The path continued for roughly three quarters of a mile before opening up to a small area with equipment to unload what was on the truck and room for it to turn around. There was a large metal, wide enough for five men to walk abreast through the opening. The door was also three feet thick and attached to equipment to shut it automatically. That wasn't the entrance for them. In the last moments before his eyes returned to observing visible light in the almost dim lighting of the tunnel he saw a patch of heat.
It was a manhole cover made to look the same as the ground around it, concrete. The Ranger approached it, found a small groove, and pulled it open revealing a ladder leading down. It was an emergency exit. He started down the ladder and soon his thermal vision returned to him as he climbed down.
When a gun is pointed at you all you tend to see is the end of a barrel that you always swear was no less than a .50 caliber. This remains true, at least momentarily, regardless of the beauty training the gun on you.
The Ranger resisted his first instinct to turn sidewise, presenting a smaller target,in a defensive manner. He figured he did deserve this, his being gone so often lately. The slight, and it definitely was slight, lowering was about at much as could be asked for.
"No," A bag slid off his shoulder to his hand, all but dropping it to the floor, "I'm here t' stay. Logistics be damned, I'll pay someone from here on t' go deal with it so I can stay here." And he would, being gone so much taught him one thing. He cared more about Lenna than work and was glad to be home, guns pointed at him notwithstanding.
Posted by Ranger on Mar 12, 2014 19:05:16 GMT -6
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The plane touched town and the jolt woke Ranger. He rose from the cot he cobbled together from the materials in the back of the C-17 he hitched a ride on. Not exactly first class, but the cheapest and most direct way back from the middle east. He rubbed his jaw, the beginnings of a beard present, and stood waiting for the plane to come to a stop. He'd slipped back into some of his old Delta behavior while over seas, most noticeably letting his beard grow out. He'd been out of country off and on for months, this last trip lasting almost an entire month on its own.
When the aircraft came to a stop the back opened. The Ranger grabbed his large canvas bad his clothes and gear was in, slung it over his shoulder and made his way down the ramp to the tarmac. A wave and a thank you to the flyboys he'd hitched a ride with that were moving around in the cargo area and he was off the the terminal. Leaving and reentering the country always left people wanting to ask you questions. At least on a military base they they were a little more brief and professional.
Eventually all the bureaucratic tripe handled he climbed into the Fordasaurus and set off for home. His time over seas left his driving even more aggressive, he did everything short of pointing an M4 at people out the window on the way back to NYC.
Blackforest Tactical, the Rangers private military company, had been doing well for itself but logistics for middle eastern operations had never been well established and it had been high time the Ranger sorted it all out. It had taken nearly a year and required several trips, but finally everything was in place. Now he could, when he didn't act himself, sit back and manage operations stateside. 'Lenna might appreciate that.' he thought to himself.
Eventually he parked his mammoth of a vehicle and made his way on foot up the apartment. He'd had issues with signal and had not been able to contact Lenna and let her know he was headed back a week early, not had he been able to get his phone working back stateside yet. It also didn't help the sun went down a good 2 hours before. The Ranger unlocked the door and stepped inside, a momentary thought that Kevlar might be nice crossed his mind. Surprises can get people shot.
As the Ranger slowly approached the clouds he killed the back light on his GPS. He had pointed himself in the right direction and the longer the light was on the more likely someone would eventually see a falling light. The light was out only moments before his mutation activated and he could see again thanks to heat.
When they passed below the cloud cover several minutes later the Ranger could see the world before him as detailed as if the sun was out, but much more monochrome. Their target was still nowhere in sight, but they were still at least 20 minutes out and up at this point.
The HAHO would allow them to enter North Korea undetected, and touch them down near their target. once down they would have to navigate their way in and through the facility to the its heart. It was almost a guarantee that they would have to go loud at that point so they would have to fight their way back out, but longer they could go before being detected lowered the resistance they would encounter on the way out.
As they drifted lower, and further into North Korean territory, the Ranger would make minor course adjustments and radioed them back to Cafas. For now they could use coms but once they were within a mile of the facility they'd need radio silence.
Coming in for the touchdown the Ranger could see men moving around a short while off and despite attempts to conceal the entrance from the naked eye the Ranger could see the heat radiating off of it from within. A few moments later and his feet struck ground. Ready and practiced at this the Ranger had his 'chute off and was moving with just his boots having hit the ground.
He unfastened a clamp and the PP-19, a submachine gun favored by Russian Spetznaz, now hung across his chest ready to be brought to bear. Compactness, supressability, large ammo capacity, and being a strictly Russian weapon made it an excellent weapon for this operation.
The Ranger surveyed ahead of them. They were roughly a mile and a half out from where he had seen the entrance. The Korean attempt to conceal the entrance had led to a small guard posted outside. He waved Cafas on and started for the facility.