[M] Take Them Down [Setsa & Ushima}

[Ushima]

It seemed like only yesterday that he was getting up for school. But those days have been left behind long ago. He wasn't a kid anymore, being shaken awake by his mother. No longer was he living in the Penthouse, overlooking the city. No, he was a man now, a young man but still a man. Michael Snow, second heir to the Snow family riches, cop. And he had a job to do. So slapping his alarm he rolled out of bed, quickly making it before grabbing a remote. He opened his blinds, allowing the rising sun rays entrance into his room. Then he clicked on his sound system, music played throughout the apartment.

Stepping in the shower he let the warm water wash over him. The bruises from the day before still hurt but the water made the pain subside a bit. It was a little....difficult, to apprehend. He might look bad but you should see the other guy. After finishing his shower he dressed in his uniform. Michael wore the standard uniform. Next up came his guns. As was his routine he disassembled, cleaned, then reassembled the weapons. Once the two guns passed his inpections he holstered them then went about making himself some breakfast. As a man who lived by himself it was essential to learn how to cook, and learn he did. He was meeting his new unit today and not knowing what they'd put him through he decided a full stomach would be best, so he could have energy for whatever they threw at him.

Finishing his breakfast he rinsed off his dishes and put them in the dishwasher for later. Michael decided it was time to head over to work. Leaving the kitchen he stood by the door, putting on his combat boots. Once those were on he left, the door slid shut and locked itself, that also shut off the music, a handy little feature. Walking down the hall he stood in front of the elevator and pushed the button. The holographic display above said it was on floor nine, he was on floor seven. With a ding the doors opened and he entered, pressing the button for the lobby. Crossing his arms he leaned against the wall, waiting. Another ding and he pushed off the wall, exiting the elevator and crossing the lobby. He passed a few people, his stone faced expression kept many people from greeting him.

On the streetside was his car. A bit of a dip into his inheritance. Getting in he started and it roared to life. Putting it in gear he left the side and began his trip to the station. The car, as with most personal vehicles driven by police, was armored. On his dashboard hud he noticed he was making excellent time so he slowed down, allowing himself to relax. It was a pleasent drive and uneventful. Something he was grateful for. Michael pulled into a parking spot and put the roof up, it looked like it would rain. Getting out he locked it and entered the station. "Snow! My Office!"

Michael entered the office and saluted. "Yes Captain?"

"Sit down Sergeant." Michael did so immediately. "I just wanted to make sure you were ready for this."

"Since I've been more Captain." Michael said, causing the Captain to chuckle.

"You're a good cop Snow. I hate that I'm loosing you." Rummaging through some papers he found Snow's transfer file. "Now they're sending someone over who'll show you around. You don't know anyone over there do you?"

"No sir. This will be my first time having direct contact with anyone from that unit." There have been times Michael had to call them in, when the situation became to much for him and his partner. He always did it with a bit of disdain, wanting to get the collar himself.

A knock came on the door. "That's her now?" Michael raised an eyebrow. "Enter!"

[Setsa]

Leona Kalro had been up since 4am when the call went out in the sleep room for Delta Squad to get ready in 10 minutes to respond to yet another large, rowdy street racing party that was growing too large and getting out of control. " Piece of cake.." she thought to herself as she jumped out of the firm bed along with the others in her squad who was grabbing some shut eye durrung their on-call night. Gun always resting in the holster at her hip she grabbed some extra chain, spiked strips and her quiver and bow as the team loaded up and went out.

It was later that morning when they finally returned in the armored squad truck that could hold 12 people in the back and all their toys. Unlike the others however who were heading to their scheduled time in the training gym. The captain reminded her about the task she assigned her yesterday to pick up the new guy who would replace the team member who was transferred out of state weeks ago. Rebraiding her waist length, when loose, hair into a tight French braid while listening to her captain who was telling the lieutenant to meet up with them afterwards. Leo stood up to give a nod to her commanding officer then left to see just who this guy really was, this.... Sargent Snow....

Knocking on a door she was told to report to and granted permission to enter. Leo pressed a botton on the side panel as the door slid open into the wall. Stepping inside her uniform was nearly skin tight on her body with such cleavage showing she had to knock out new recruits before just to stop them from staring.

"I'm here to collect Sargent Snow to report to Delta Squad sir..."

"Ahhh Lieutenant Kalro, the captain said you'd be the one to come. Yes, by all means go one and catch up with the rest of the Deltas." Shaking Snows hand mouthing 'good luck' to the man, the captain sat back down to do some paperwork as she motioned for him to follow as they left.

The sound of bags getting pounded and men sparring on the wrestling mats while others used the holographic simulator room, greeting the two as they entered. "Hey Leo! This the new meat the captain decided to hand over to us?" One of the guys who was pounding away on a bag said, the rest stopping what they were doing to see who this guy was. "Yep, he's it alright...." The captain approached to make sure nothing got out of hand with any initiation the squad had planned for him. " I chose him personally just like I did with each an' everyone of ya. So whatever you got planned squash it now got it? Or I'll find out who was the brainiac and make him go one on one with Leo you hear?!"

The men stopped in a semi-circle and shook their heads. "Alright we hear ya ok? Im still healing up my arm from last week when someone had to routine spar with her Cap't." another Sargent said rubbing his left bicep.

[Ushima]

"Why her? Why not let me deal with them myself?" All eyes were on him after he spoke. "I like to deal with my own problems." Michael usually ended his problems with his fist. Spars in the training room when his inexperience or age or his family were brought up. He might be inexperienced but he was a damn good cop. And while young he was highly mature and intelligent for his age. Now his family, he didn't like being compared to them. It was bad enough they shared a name. Michael didn't want people to think he was some stuck up, arrogant prick.

"You got some balls kid." The captain patted him on the back. "Anyway. Leo will introduce you to the rest of the crew."

"Well Ms. Leo shall we continue to the introductions?" Michael said, remaining polite....for now.

[Setsa]

The woman could understand why he said that he'd rather take care of any issues against him on his own. Shoot, it was always her own policy for many years to date. When Snow addressed her as "Ms. Leo" she simply shrugged it off, always knows here as Leo. Nice, short, and very much remembered.... Even with that...she was briefly reminded that she was indeed a woman, kick ass woman with killer curves but a woman all the same...the thought he took to address her was nice.

"Well, Jordan and Kent are in the holo. room; but here we have..." addressing them from left to right where they stood. "Explosives Lewis, Big Guns Gunner.." The man crossed his arms with a grin..his muscled buldging like canons.
"Our tech man Rogers, Shorty Eddy..." The guy was a brute with a very short temper; the one rubbing his arms that had to spar with her last week. "Our other Lieutenant Adams...Captain, Me and you. Ten in all to make up the Deltas so you'll get to know us soon enough."

The men all gave a nod as the Captain patted Michael's back. "Well we can't be wasting too much valuable time on name games...so back to training guys!"

Leo went to work with Gunner on some karate moves, not sparring but to practice some new moves they were recently taught. Leo jumped up high to do a full round house and strike as Gunner held the strike pads out for her.

The Captain looked to Michael as he watched everyone going back to what they were doing. "They may tease and act tough but they'll accept you well enough and treat you as apart of the team long as you're not a dick to them. Simple enough yea? Well now! Let's see what you got shall we? Shorty!! On the mat! Let's see what Snow really gots here shall we?"

The tall man grinned, taking off the boxing gloves he had on, tosing them into the net basket with the others. "Sure thing boss...glad to..."

[Ushima]

Michael walked over to the side, a small smirk on his face. He removed his bet, his guns, handcuffs, baton, radio and knives. Following that he removed his tie then unbuttoned his shirt and took that off. Then he stripped off his tight undershirt revealling his scarred body. Unneccesary risks he had taken, some not. Every scar though in some way helped shape who he was, he learned from them, the experiences, bettering himself each time. Stretching Michael's joints popped. Once he was ready he returned to the mat. "Finally ready new blood?"

"Yes." A simple answer, but that was all that was needed. Eddy came at him, throwing a punch. Michael deflected it and followed with his own. That was ducked and Eddy sent a kick at Michael's head. Grabbing the leg Michael brought his eblow down on it the elbowed Eddy in the chest. Stumbling backward a bit before he caught himself Eddy retook his fighting stance.

"Kid's good." The captain said. All eyes were on the two combatants.

Reaching behind him Eddy grabbed a training knife. "Alright let's see what you got."

Michael grabbed two knives, holding them in a reverse grip. "You asked for it." This time Michael was the first to attack. Both men blocked and slashed, dodged and stabbed, kicked and punched. Michael noticed the man, Rogers, come at him from behind. He spun and both men crashed into each other. They quickly got back up and attacked. Knives met as they both slashed. Michael managed to kick Eddy in the chest. Then it was just Rogers for awhile, both men were giving it their all. Then Eddy rejoined the fray and Michael had assailants on both sides. He went back and forth between them, blocking and kicking. Michael punched Rogers in the face, the turned to Eddy, knocking his strike away before delivering a knee to him. Grabbing him by the shirt he tossed Eddy into Rogers and both men went down. Both men got up to see Michael had put some distance between them. Michael threw both knives and the struck the men in the chest.

"That's enough!" The captain bellowed. "If you both had bothered to read his file, if any of you, which I handed out a week ago, you'd know Snow here is the best hand-to-hand fighter on the force." Eddy was about to say something. "That includes knives to."

"I don't carry two for nothing." Michael said smuggly. Snow rolled his neck, it popped.

"Well done Sergeant." The captain patted him on the back. "Leo. Finish his tour and show him his locker."

[Setsa]

Watching the new Sargent take off his equiptment belt and shirts she had to smirk "well he just had to take his shirt off didn't he?" Leona said to Gunner as they both shoke their heads but watched. He held his own very well so far against Eddy, as they sparred...he certainly wasn't holding back from Michael. Watching Rogers sneal up behind the fight caught more of her interest along with everyone else's. She read his file alright...the best way to know someone was to read up about them.

When the captain finally broke up the match and told her to show Michael their designated area of the building she strapped on her belt again and motioned for Michael to follow her. On her way to the door she slapped the back of Roger's head good for playing such a dirty trick when it wasn't authorized. "OW!! Dammit I knew I was going to regret doing that from you or the Capt'!" Waving so long to the group as they continued with their training time she led him down several corridors. The Delta Squad, like SWAT, was located on the main floor of the building just so they could leave as quick as possible when needed.

It didn't take long to show him around, the main common room, kitchen, restrooms, armory, sleep room that she used only last night. All simple and straight foward enough really, stepping into the locker room she patted a locker with the name "Sargent Snow" engraved on it in the same gold plating at the rest of them had. There was one smaller room closed off which was her changing area seeing she was the only female on the squad. Her locker in there as well, though the shower room was bit different as it wal all open except for one that had an open stalled barriers that only went to her collarbone and low enough that her knees could be seen. Covering only what was needed... "Ok well, tour is over and the rest will be here with us soon..." Walking back to the kitchen as she bent over into the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water, tossing him one as well. "You already have our schedule for the month so is there any other questions?" Asking as she leant back against one of the counters taking a sip as some water escaped out of the corner of her mouth to run down her neck and into the space between her ample breasts. Always a wonder how they managed to stay still in that uniform to those who didn't look close enough to see the mechanics of the uniform that keeps them well in place.

[Ushima]

Michael took a deep drink, draining half the bottle in a matter of seconds. Then he dumped a good portion on himself. The spar had taken it's toll. He didn't want to give the other two the satisfaction but they were good, pushing Michael close to his limits. But that caused him to smirk. Michael knew accepting this transfer was a good idea. It would push him to his breaking point and beyond, help him evolve as a cop and as a human being. "What about gear?" Michael asked, stuffing his gear into his locker. "More specifically, weapons." Michael closed his locker, turning to face Leo. "When I was a Beat Cop I was restricted to my handguns, knives, baton and mace. Well that and my own fists." Michael leaned against the lockers, crossing his arms. "Tell me where I can file an aquisition form so I can get my, prefered, assortment of weapons." Back in the academy he train in all sorts of weapons and he had his favorites. While waiting for an answer he looked over his Lieutenant. More specifically her skin tight battle suit. Michael couldn't help but wonder where she had to go to get it, obviously it wasn't standard issue. Most wear armor, even he donned a vest sometimes.

[Setsa]

Noticing Michael leaning against his locker in a "tough guy pose" she smirked. "Here long as it's been used by the police force or any service really... Hence how I manage to use my bow, and aquire my specialized battle suit I see you eyeing...then you can have it. Ask the Captain for the weapons paperwork and it's usually all here within a week."

Walking out of the locker room to catch a few Zzz's in the sleep room she stopped in the doorway and turned her head. "To answer your question...it allows much more freedom for hand to hand combat and stealth than looks Snow." Having only enough hours of sleep that she could count on one hand it seemed as the others came into the Delta's home base. That sleep was on a few other's mind too as some just went straight for the showers or slumped on the couch to take a few minutes to themselves. Leo didn't even bother to race to the best bed in the room, too tired for such as she had to scale a building last night on their last mission. In the room there were 4 queen size beds for those who wanted to stretch out or were nursing an injury and had to be bedridden; as well as 3 other full size beds not enough for att 10, but there always had to be someone up. When they all slept doubled up was when the best pictures were taken the last one was Gunner and Kent spooning....the picture on the pegboard by their calender schedule in the common room with a big red marker heart around them.

Laying down on the best full bed she covered up, equiptment belt hanging on the headboard post. Soon falling asleep on her side as the woman's shoulders and hips softly moved up and down with each breath.

[Ushima]

Now he was alone. Unlike the others, who were running off little sleep which was a feeling he was not unfamiliar with, he had been given time off to prepare for reassignment so he was well caught up on sleep. He tapped his foot, looking around for, well, nothing. "Might as well get started." Deciding that the longer he waited the longer it would take for his requested gear to arrive Michael found the Captain's office immediately.

"Here." Michael was handed a aquisition form.

"I didn't even say anything." Michael scratched his head. "How'd you know?"

"It's the first thing every new recruit comes for." The captain chuckled. "Just don't go overboard."

"Yes sir." Grabbing a pen from the desk Michael quickly scribbled out the items he needed. Two Imperial pistols, Michael was highly skilled in firing akimbo. His old handguns were nice but those were, as he considered, average, well rounded guns. These were top quality. Next on his list was a Fenris assualt rifle. It was a good, solid, reliable gun. And could be customized to suit his various needs and roles on the team. Michael skipped the next part on the sheet, his old knives were great and he'd never replace those. Next came his armor, Michael didn't want to stick with just a plain vest that offered minimal protection so he requested Knight armor. Knight was the current variation out on the market and he was very fond of it. "That should be it." Michael handed it back.

"If I put a rush on this I can get you your gear in three days." Michael smiled at that, saying thanks. "Go do......whatever. Everyone else is sleeping."

Leaving the office Michael returned to the training room. There he started lifting some weights. He had music playing, old stuff, something people his age didn't listen to, but he was different from most his age. Finishing a set he set the bar down, sitting up and shaking off his arms. Then there came a loud slam. Turning around Michael saw Gunner working on another bench.

"That's got a good beat." Gunner said, approaching Michael. "You got good taste." Michael didn't say anything. "What?"

"Sorry. I'm trying not to say anything about the stereotype about a huge man named Gunner, who is the heavy weapons specialist, being black." Gunner let out a loud laugh.

"Sorta set myself up for that one. Choosing this field of combat." Gunner patted Michael on the back. "I think you and me are gonna get along well kid."

"Yeah?" Michael tilted his head to the side. "Why's that?"

"Cause you got a sense of humor." Gunner listed off. "You like to fight. And you have tend to get shot at a lot. Which could mean more "fun" for us."

"Captain Ramirez says that's one of my bad traits." Michael said, chuckling.

"Bah what does he know? He's old." Gunner started walking to the armory. "We're young. We want to see action and shot things." Michael let out a hell yeah. "Want to see my gear?"

"Sure. Won't be sexy like the LT's I hope." Gunner laughed at that.

"I knew that'd catch your eye." Michael said it wasn't hard to get caught up on it. "True. But after awhile being here it won't bother you anymore."

"Who said I was bothered?" Michael smirked.

"Quick witted to. You'll fit in with this band of misfits no problem." Inside the armory there were several big, thick, iron doors. They looked like vaults doors. This is where their actual combat gear is kept, their lockers were just for their personal effects. Gunner opened his "vault" and Michael's jaw dropped. "This is Giant gear. Built specifically for those firing weapons like my Shredder. Shredder was what Gunner lovingly called his Minigun. "And this is your unit." Michael made note of it's location for when he got his own gear.

"So when's the next detail?" Michael asked, eager to get started.

"Tonight." Gunner said as they left the armory. "We're conducting a sting at this club. Regs," That's what the Special task Force calls beat cops like Michael used to be. "Messed up three times." Michael facepalmed, disappointed with his old commrades. "So they're sending us in. New faces, new tactics, new approach. They'll never see it coming."

This is what he was used to. Going inside some club, looking for the dealer then busting him. Michael could only imagine where this would lead. "I'm in."

[Setsa]

That evening as everyone was getting ready, some in their uniforms others dressed in civilian clothing the captain had a box in his arms as he handed it to Leo.

"Yea Leo...no option this time; you'll go in as Michael's date since he's good with undercover work." Peeking into the box her eyes grew very sharp "no option..." the captain reconfirmed as she sneered staring down the others trying to figure out who picked it out.

This time as Lewis just whistled and grinned obviously having his name drawn this time to choose with no reprocussions. Meant Leo couldn't hurt him, and couldn't seek revenge when it came to undercover work...cursed men and their rules.

Getting dressed in her concealed room, curling her hair so it had plenty of bounce and applying make up; Leo slipped on the red high heels....looked at herself as she only had a knife in her cleavage, and went out walking tall to the common room where everyone was getting ready. Soon she opened the door and stepped out in the red dress to many wolf whistles and some of the men taking advantage of the rare eye candy in a dress, panted and others pretend to faint on the floor as she walked to the captain shoving the box back to his chest.

"Lewis you are dam lucky I can't do shit to you!" Turning to look at Snow..."better close that jaw or you'll give us away if you keep drooling like that."