Well Oiled Killing Machines (1 of 3)

Location: Planet-side military outpost 9-16
System: Classified
Constellation: Classified
Region: Hemitar
Time: 13:00
rifle range 3

(One year after being paired with each other)
Jarik Utoni sprinted to the next post and set up his rifle,
"Calm, calm, calm" he whispered over and over to himself while trying to steady his breathing.
One shot, two shots, perfect aim. he moved onto the next target, his spotter, Mag, pulling up the rear, unholstered her pistol and dropped two more of the plywood targets in quick succession.
"Nice shot." he said over the private link they shared, "Oh c'mon Burn, you make it sound like I'm better than you." They came to a large concrete structure, Mag motioned to the roof, "Three targets on the roof." Jarik nodded and focused his specialised implant and using a combination of depth perception and x-ray vision he marked the three target's as well as two more that were 'hiding' behind a door. Thy stacked up at the door and Jarik unholstered his revolvers. "Mag, breach charge on the door." She nodded and placed the square charge firmly on the door and they braced for the concussion. The deafening boom was the sign to move and as a well oiled machine they moved, dropping the two hidden plywood targets quickly and moving to the roof to eliminate the rest of the 'threat'.
"Well done operatives" came the voice of their commander, Cpt. Jor Atkin, over the firing range's loudspeakers "Report to section-5 for debriefing and reassignment."
They looked at each other and Mag said the words they were both thinking; "Reassignment?"
Jarik shook his head, "If it's another stint at the base proper I'm going to have to recommend we run away." They shared a nervous chuckle and returned to stowing their gear. Recently the other kids at the base had began to envy and hate the special treatment afforded to Spc. Burn and Mag, a few more deaths occurred before they had been moved off the base to a more secluded outpost on the planets surface.

Cpt. Jor Atkin studied the report and the mission parameters. These, the RMS Tactical's newest assassins, were being sent on the hardest job they had... and for what? 'A test' it said. Jor scoffed, you'd think after loosing some 20 recruits and an instructor to these two they would at least send them on a small mission, to test their capabilities. But I guess killing instructors leaves little to doubt in the Major's mind. Here they come, the scions of destruction.
"Burn, Mag, Atten-shun!" The two immediately snapped into attention, perfect in every way, despite being as young as they were, they were well trained killers.
"Burn, Mag, I have a mission for you." he handed them each a folder,
"Target is a Caldari mercenary known as Korvish, he was recently hired to kill some friends of ours so we're going to kill him first." he paused to let the information sink in, "You will be sent to the location on board a capsuleer piloted Cheetah so take what you need and nothing else. any questions you have will be answered by the full briefing that you contain in your hands."
"Dismissed!"


Jarik looked at Mag and back at the manila envelope he held in his hands, he could barely hold in his excitement.
"Our first kill Mag, our first kill awaits!"
She looked back at him skeptically,
"So Captain Horace Slait doesn't count as a kill?"
Jarik made a face,
"Mag, he attacked us first. I don't think that really counts"
it was her turn to make a face,
"We were unarmed and he opened up on us with a sub-machinegun... and you don't want to count that as a kill?"
Jarik laughed,
"Well guess it was awesome, doesn't mean it counts as a kill in the sense of the word."
she continued,
"AND he had twelve of his recruits attack us multiple times in the days leading up to it"
Jarik looked back over,
"Mag..." he whined
She smiled and opened her envelope, quickly scanning it's contents.
"Oh look! she exclaimed, it's already officially one of our kills"
Jarik read:

Operatives,
Spc. Burn and Spc. Mag have been requested to take out mercenary commander Korvish, last name unknown. He was last seen in the classified system in the classified constellation in the classified region on the planet classified. Pilot designation: classified is to fly a cheetah class covert ops frigate and shuttle the operatives through hostile space and deploy them onto the planet, he will then warp to a safespot (bookmark is attached to this message burst, pilot) and await the all clear from the ground team, individual instructions will follow below.

-Major Jeff Kull
Commanding officer
Military Installation 462-b

Operatives Burn and Mag,
After your recent exploits in eliminating a traitorous captain from our ranks it has been deemed that you are ready for missions of a real and dangerous nature. your first mission's target is a Caldari male known for the merciless deaths of multiple Minmatar patriots. He is to be shot once in the head and his lieutenants are to be killed as well, we recommend you come back in one piece but I'm sure the pilot of the cheetah would like nothing more then to get paid either way. this is your first mission but by no means your first kill, we know what you two are capable of, get it done.

-Major Jeff Kull
Commanding officer
Military Installation 462-b

Jarik looked over at Mag who was beaming from ear to ear
"Fine." he huffed
she laughed
"let's get back to work then"
Jarik turned his attention to his weapons
"What to bring..."